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Summary: When Harry finds Ginny's diary in chair in the Common Room, how will he react to her feelings about him? And where does a certain Slytherin fit in?
Disclaimer: All characters, places, etc., etc. belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling, and if I owned any of them do you really think I would be writing fanfics like this? I mean, come on, people, you know I don't own them, so I really don't see the point of the disclaimer, but I must abide FF.net's wishes...*grumbles*, so on with the story.
Chapter 1: Finders Keepers
"Why?" Ginny Weasley scribbled furiously into her diary, talking out loud, and nibbling on her eagle-feather quill. "Why do I have to be so poor?" " Why do I have to be the only girl, always overshadowed and the youngest?" "And why doesn't Harry like me?"
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Ginny Weasley sat in the common room, all alone, with nothing but the occasional crack and sparkle of the bright fire to keep her company. She had gotten quite used to being all alone. She didn't really have any close friends in her year; Hermione and Ron only just recently discovered how much they enjoyed each other's company, and Harry was head-over-heels for Ravenclaw seeker Cho Chang. The only person she could ever really talk to was Neville Longbottom, and even he was gone. Professor Snape probably gave him detention again, she thought. Poor Neville. Ginny heard the portrait of the Fat Lady swing open, and she quickly stashed the little blue book under the cushions of the fluffy red armchair. A scarlet-eared Ron and a red-faced Hermione emerged with bags from Zonko's and Honeyduke's. "Hi, Gin!" Ron said breathlessly. "I though you went to Hogsmeade with the other fourth-years." "No," replied Ginny. "I really didn't feel like it and I had that essay for Potions, anyway." she lied. And I was to busy feeling sorry for myself, as well, Ginny thought bitterly. "Well, I got your favorite candy, Chocolate Frogs!" he said with a grin, looking very pleased with himself.
"Thanks." Ginny said, forcing herself to look happy and plastering a fake smile on her face. But no one ever suspected anything. No one ever asked if she was okay, if she needed to talk, or if she needed any help. Truth was, no one ever really payed any attention to her. She was always seen as the younger sister or the youngest Weasley.
She despised it. No one thought Ginny capable of anything. "I'll show them!" she burst out angrily. "What?" said Ron. "Oh, nothing," mumbled Ginny with an embarrassed look on her face. "Um, Ron, I'm going to go up to my room to take a nap, okay?" Ginny turned to find that Ron had already left out the portrait hole. "Augghh!" she screamed.
"Figures, I should be used to it!" And with that, she stomped up the stairs to the fourth-year girls' dormitory, and collapsed on her four-poster bed.
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"God! No one ever pays me any attention! I hate this damn place!" Ginny screamed. Her screams echoed throughout the dorm. "Well, at least nobody's around to hear me" she said out loud. I have got to out of this place, she concluded. To where, though? A walk on the grounds? Too cold. To the library? No, I might run into Draco Malfoy…yes, Draco Malfoy. The same one who had been invading her dreams for months. The same pale, arrogant Slytherin boy (not to mention sexy) who totally despised her and her family. But in her fantasies family rivalries weren't present. Only they were. And they were doing anything but fighting. Okay, Gin. Calm down. But what if I run into him in the Great Hall, too? Exactly… Okay, let's go, then. Ginny checked her make-up in the mirror, brushed her hair, readjusted her robes, and clomped down the stairs and climbed out the portrait hole.
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Harry Potter collapsed on the oversized crimson armchair, throwing down his bag, and massaging his aching shoulders. He quickly popped back up when he felt something sharp poked him in the back. "Ow, what the fuck?!" he shouted. Harry turned to see a small, blue leather-bound book behind the cushions. On the front, the initials VEW were engraved in silver. Before he could look it over, Hermione came thundering down the stairs, taking two at a time. Harry quickly tossed the book into his bag. "Harry," she said breathlessly, "have you seen my Potions essay? I have to find it!"
"No" he replied. "Professor Snape will kill me!" she moaned. "Hermione, calm down!" he shouted over her. "I'm sure it's around the Common Room. It couldn't have gone very far.", he said, trying to reassure her. "I've already looked in the common room!" yelled Hermione. "Okay, okay." "Well, have you tried the library?" he questioned. "Of course! The library! I'll ask Madam Pince if she's seen it!" Hermione took off through the portrait hole like rocket, while the Fat Lady yelled threats down the corridor. "Honestly, there's no peace in this place!" Harry muttered. He walked back over to the chair and was just about to open his bag when Ron and the rest of the Gryffyndors burst in. Choruses of "Hey, Harry!" could be heard all around. "Harry, why weren't you at dinner?" Ron asked. "Too tired." Harry replied. Ron gave an understanding nod. Harry had taken over Oliver Wood's position of team captain and was tirelessly going over and revising Quidditch tactics for the upcoming match. "Well, anyway, you missed it!" "Fred and George totally embarrassed Crabbe and Goyle!" Ron couldn't stop laughing. The rest of the Gryffyndors started laughing, and a fresh wave of giggles broke out when Fred a pirouette, but Ginny hung in the background, looking anxious and worried. What's wrong with Ginny? Harry wondered. She walked past him and up to the girls' dorms. No one took any notice but Harry. He put in the back of his mind, though, and listened to Ron's tale of Crabbe and Goyle in pink tutus. He couldn't help himself, and nearly fell out of his chair with laughter. Harry wasn't aware of someone watching him from the top of the staircase.
Dangerous Image
Summary: When Harry finds Ginny's diary in chair in the Common Room, how will he react to her feelings about him? And where does a certain Slytherin fit in?
Disclaimer: All characters, places, etc., etc. belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling, and if I owned any of them do you really think I would be writing fanfics like this? I mean, come on, people, you know I don't own them, so I really don't see the point of the disclaimer, but I must abide FF.net's wishes...*grumbles*, so on with the story.
Chapter 1: Finders Keepers
"Why?" Ginny Weasley scribbled furiously into her diary, talking out loud, and nibbling on her eagle-feather quill. "Why do I have to be so poor?" " Why do I have to be the only girl, always overshadowed and the youngest?" "And why doesn't Harry like me?"
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Ginny Weasley sat in the common room, all alone, with nothing but the occasional crack and sparkle of the bright fire to keep her company. She had gotten quite used to being all alone. She didn't really have any close friends in her year; Hermione and Ron only just recently discovered how much they enjoyed each other's company, and Harry was head-over-heels for Ravenclaw seeker Cho Chang. The only person she could ever really talk to was Neville Longbottom, and even he was gone. Professor Snape probably gave him detention again, she thought. Poor Neville. Ginny heard the portrait of the Fat Lady swing open, and she quickly stashed the little blue book under the cushions of the fluffy red armchair. A scarlet-eared Ron and a red-faced Hermione emerged with bags from Zonko's and Honeyduke's. "Hi, Gin!" Ron said breathlessly. "I though you went to Hogsmeade with the other fourth-years." "No," replied Ginny. "I really didn't feel like it and I had that essay for Potions, anyway." she lied. And I was to busy feeling sorry for myself, as well, Ginny thought bitterly. "Well, I got your favorite candy, Chocolate Frogs!" he said with a grin, looking very pleased with himself.
"Thanks." Ginny said, forcing herself to look happy and plastering a fake smile on her face. But no one ever suspected anything. No one ever asked if she was okay, if she needed to talk, or if she needed any help. Truth was, no one ever really payed any attention to her. She was always seen as the younger sister or the youngest Weasley.
She despised it. No one thought Ginny capable of anything. "I'll show them!" she burst out angrily. "What?" said Ron. "Oh, nothing," mumbled Ginny with an embarrassed look on her face. "Um, Ron, I'm going to go up to my room to take a nap, okay?" Ginny turned to find that Ron had already left out the portrait hole. "Augghh!" she screamed.
"Figures, I should be used to it!" And with that, she stomped up the stairs to the fourth-year girls' dormitory, and collapsed on her four-poster bed.
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"God! No one ever pays me any attention! I hate this damn place!" Ginny screamed. Her screams echoed throughout the dorm. "Well, at least nobody's around to hear me" she said out loud. I have got to out of this place, she concluded. To where, though? A walk on the grounds? Too cold. To the library? No, I might run into Draco Malfoy…yes, Draco Malfoy. The same one who had been invading her dreams for months. The same pale, arrogant Slytherin boy (not to mention sexy) who totally despised her and her family. But in her fantasies family rivalries weren't present. Only they were. And they were doing anything but fighting. Okay, Gin. Calm down. But what if I run into him in the Great Hall, too? Exactly… Okay, let's go, then. Ginny checked her make-up in the mirror, brushed her hair, readjusted her robes, and clomped down the stairs and climbed out the portrait hole.
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Harry Potter collapsed on the oversized crimson armchair, throwing down his bag, and massaging his aching shoulders. He quickly popped back up when he felt something sharp poked him in the back. "Ow, what the fuck?!" he shouted. Harry turned to see a small, blue leather-bound book behind the cushions. On the front, the initials VEW were engraved in silver. Before he could look it over, Hermione came thundering down the stairs, taking two at a time. Harry quickly tossed the book into his bag. "Harry," she said breathlessly, "have you seen my Potions essay? I have to find it!"
"No" he replied. "Professor Snape will kill me!" she moaned. "Hermione, calm down!" he shouted over her. "I'm sure it's around the Common Room. It couldn't have gone very far.", he said, trying to reassure her. "I've already looked in the common room!" yelled Hermione. "Okay, okay." "Well, have you tried the library?" he questioned. "Of course! The library! I'll ask Madam Pince if she's seen it!" Hermione took off through the portrait hole like rocket, while the Fat Lady yelled threats down the corridor. "Honestly, there's no peace in this place!" Harry muttered. He walked back over to the chair and was just about to open his bag when Ron and the rest of the Gryffyndors burst in. Choruses of "Hey, Harry!" could be heard all around. "Harry, why weren't you at dinner?" Ron asked. "Too tired." Harry replied. Ron gave an understanding nod. Harry had taken over Oliver Wood's position of team captain and was tirelessly going over and revising Quidditch tactics for the upcoming match. "Well, anyway, you missed it!" "Fred and George totally embarrassed Crabbe and Goyle!" Ron couldn't stop laughing. The rest of the Gryffyndors started laughing, and a fresh wave of giggles broke out when Fred a pirouette, but Ginny hung in the background, looking anxious and worried. What's wrong with Ginny? Harry wondered. She walked past him and up to the girls' dorms. No one took any notice but Harry. He put in the back of his mind, though, and listened to Ron's tale of Crabbe and Goyle in pink tutus. He couldn't help himself, and nearly fell out of his chair with laughter. Harry wasn't aware of someone watching him from the top of the staircase.