I gasped as his lips descended onto my neck…kissing…nipping…licking…he sucked on my pulse point and I arched my back, moaning his name

I gasped as his lips descended onto my neck…kissing…nipping…licking…he sucked on my pulse point and I arched my back, moaning his name.

He chuckled and lifted his head to look into my eyes. Pools of silver met chocolate brown. I felt the heat rising to my face as his gaze intensified, never leaving my eyes. He raised his hand and stroked the apple of my cheek with his thumb, I closed my eyes as the sensation sent ripples of anticipation all over my body.

I loved when he touched me. Just the feeling of his skin on mine, however small, made my heart thump out of my chest. I could stay like this forever and it still wouldn't be enough…

My eyes snapped open suddenly. I sat up in my bed and furrowed my brow in confusion. What had I been dreaming about? I closed my eyes and forced myself to remember. Whatever it was it had my heart pounding like a jackhammer.

As images of the dream came back to me my lips curved into a blissful smile. Draco Malfoy. The boy or rather, the man I had loved since my first year at Hogwarts. I was ofcourse aware what a poor choice he was. Death eater in training and a Slytherin to boot, there was no way in hell that my family would ever understand if they found out. I mentally slapped myself for even thinking such things. It wasn't like he'd ever be mine anyway. He didn't even know I existed. Ok. Maybe that was a bit too harsh. He knew I existed, he just didn't acknowledge my existence. Yes that made more sense.

I fell back into my pillows and sighed dramatically. Either way it was still depressing as hell. I turned my head to look out of my window; the sky was a mixture of red and orange. Sunrise. A familiar feeling of heaviness settled at the bottom of my stomach. I tilted my head to the other side and stared at the yellowing calendar on the wall. September the first. School. Fuck. I didn't see the point in trying to get back to sleep, so instead I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom while everyone else was still asleep.

As I was brushing my teeth I had the pleasure of seeing my not so pretty face goggling back at me in the mirror. My hair hadn't changed…still red. Maybe slightly darker but still red. My skin hadn't changed either...still pale and full of cinnamon freckles. I had hoped that the summer would have changed my complexion slightly, but it didn't. All it did was give me nasty sunburn. Scrutinizing myself was depressing so I decided to think about school. Big mistake. Thinking about school made me think about Draco. And that reminded me of how I would never be anything more than his worst enemy's side kick's little runt of a sister. Or using his terminology, a 'filthy weasely' or 'blood traitor'.

Admitting defeat, I decided to sort out my trunk instead, and then fix myself some breakfast before everyone got up. I liked the quiet. Everybody see's me as a shy girl. This is pretty accurate, considering I hardly ever talk. It's not because im insecure though…it's because I don't want to give people a chance to hurt me. They do that. They find out you're weaknesses and they use it against you when it suits them. I learned that from Tom.

Things are going to be different this year though. Im not the same Ginny I was before the summer. People won't look at me this year and see me as Ron weasely's innocent little sister. Hell no. I don't need to make friends to let people see the real me. All I need to do is be the real me. To hell with them all. Im not hiding anymore.