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A/N: This will be slash if you don't like that, hit the back button. This is quite a bit lighter then Saccharine Sickness, it may even get fluffy. But i will stop writing if it turns into a ::gasp:: mary sue. I will not write a mary sue, ever Also I am not a huge fan of Ginny, but I don't think i would write 'Moine that well, so Ginny it is. Also if you flame, be sure not to show your stupidity, I don't like exposing my brain to it.

Transcend: Part One: at the Yule ball, Sat. Dec. 17th 1994

Neville wasn't the best dancer in the world, that's for sure. He stepped on my feet more the enough times that night. The Weird Sisters were murdering a Beatles song, and I was sick of dancing and being around people. So I mumbled something to Neville about going outside, and walked out, I didn't know he would follow me.

I lay down on the ground and stared up into the stars. I was just wearing my school robes jazzed up with a spell or two, I didn't care if they go dirty. Or that it was freezing outside. Did you know that when you lay on the ground like that on a clear night, how it feels to be staring up into the sky? You feel so small, but you don't feel insignificant. You feel like you are a small piece of the universe, like you belong. It was a feeling of liberation.

"Ginny? What are you doing?" Neville broke my thoughts.

"Neville, have you ever just stared up into the sky? Just let your mind go blank? Just let yourself be forgotten?"

"Ginny, what? I mean-oh hell." He mumbled the last part, and sat down next to me. "What's wrong Gin?"

"I don't know Nev." I said in a moment of honesty, I felt like I need to open up, or I'd burst. "I just don't want to be in there anymore. I don't want to be around everyone."

"It isn't me is it Gin?" Neville asked, a look of concern on his face.

"It's me Nev. I feel trapped in my skin. Like I want to be something other than I am. I want to be myself, but can't. Do you ever feel like that Nev?"

"Always." I hardly heard him, his voice was so soft. He started to talk, and I listened. We both needed this, to open up, to let our emotions out from their cages. Somehow we ended up in the green houses, talking about Quidditch.

"Your brothers are amazing out on the field, it will really hurt the team when they leave."

"That and when Angelina and Katie leave. I mean they are paradigms of grace. Have you ever watched them fly? It is beautiful..." I rambled on about them and Alicia, who graduated with Oliver, for awhile.

"You like them don't you?" I froze, not knowing how to react to that. It was true, I did like them, but they were girls, and well I wasn't suppose to like them. Neville leaned over and whispered to me, I burst out laughing. We walked back to the dance together.

I fell asleep with Nev's voice echoing in my mind, "They are beautiful, but Harry's got a cuter arse." I wasn't alone at Hogwarts