Disclaimer- *sighs heavily* I don't own any of the characters, I don't
pretend to. Sic no lawyers on me.
Authors Note- Another chapter for you. Horray. And if you were wondering where Draco comes in, don't worry, he'll make his swaggering appearance some chapter. Haha, no, really.
Chapter Two ~ (I'd just like to make it clear right now that you're not going to get the luxury of nice chapter titles. sorry, but I'm a tad lazy at the moment. :)
Ginny watched, amazed though she had seen it four times previously, as the huge wooden doors of Hogwarts swung open and the crowd of students was enveloped in light. She felt someone push on her back, and she rushed in, Emma and Morgan at her sides. They made their way into the Great Hall, pushing and shoving against the mass of people behind them. They hurried over to the Gryffindor table and, after choosing three seats together, sat down and looked towards the teacher's table.
As usual, Professor Dumbledore was standing in the center place of the long table, wearing magnificent robes of a deep plum rimmed with gold, his pointed hat with a golden tassle hanging from the end. His hands were clasped and his eyes twinkling as he watched his pupils talking loudly and settling themselves comfortably at their house tables.
Ginny was startled to feel someone poke her shoulder, and looked over abruptly to see Ron, Harry and Hermione. She sighed. Honestly, who else did she expect?
"Can we sit here?" Harry asked politely, beckoning to a few empty seats next to Ginny and her friends. Ginny felt herself blush, but nodded all the same. Hermione took the seat next to her, Ron on her side, and Harry next to him. They began chattering excitedly. Ginny turned to her right, where Morgan was sitting. Emma, who always ate a lot yet never gained any weight, was rubbing her stomach, looking at the golden plates expectantly.
"Ooh, I'm so hungry, I wish they'd get a move on with the sorting."
"Emma, they haven't even started yet. Look, here come the first years now," Morgan said, beckoning behind them as the doors swung open once again. Professor McGonagall, wearing the usual black, led in a line of young students, all of whom looked extremely cold and shaken. Like usual, Professor McGonagall waved her hand at a three-legged stool, on which sat a very old, ugly, shabby hat. Ginny sighed. Yes, it was always nice to hear the hat's clever song, which changed every year or so, but it got tedious after a while.
Finally, the hat's song ended, and the sorting began. "Abingdon, Melissa!" was a thin blonde girl who was shaking considerably as she made her way up to the hat. It took a few moments, but finally, Melissa became a Hufflepuff.
~*~*~*~*~
"My, that food was delicious! I could eat it all day," Emma remarked, pushing her golden plate away from her, which was now strewn with the remnants of a huge feast. Ginny nodded as she stuffed a forkfull of steaming mashed potatoes into her mouth. The sorting was over, as was Dumbledore's start-of-term speech, which was quite silly, as always. When they had sung the Hogwarts song, Ginny felt a strange pang of homelessness, remembering how Fred and George would sing to a slow funeral march.
Dumbledore made a few last remarks, before sending everyone off to their dormitories for bed. The Gryffindors followed an older boy whom Ginny didn't know, obviously a prefect, through the hallways and up a few staircases. Finally, they reached a portrait of an extremely fat lady in a pink silk dress. She was wearing a rediculous matching pink hat, and was fluttering a dainty blue fan in her face, which didn't match her clothes at all.
"Lovely decor, really," said the prefect. The Fat Lady smiled as she crooned for the password. "Pheonix feather," he said, and the portrait swung open. Everyone crawled through the hole and entered into the cozy realm of the Gryffindors.
Ginny, Morgan and Emma made their way into the girls dormitories, and went through a doorway labeled 'fifth year girls'. As usual, their things were already put next to their huge, four-poster beds. Emma grinned and flopped onto her bed.
"I do love it here," she remarked, staring up at the designs on her deep red canopy. "It's like my other home. Goodness, compared to my real home, I'd choose Hogwarts any day." She sighed heavily and rolled over onto her stomach. Suddenly, the door opened again and another girl entered.
"Oh, hello," she said, with not a hint of welcome in her voice. Her name was Celia Bronswood, and with her attitude, everyone was suprised she got into Gryffindor at all. "This room is so small," she said airly, sitting daintily down on her bed and looking around. Ginny's jaw dropped. Small??
"Oh for goodness sakes, it's not small! It's huge, certainly large enough to accomodate four girls!" Morgan cried protectively. Celia smirked.
"It might be huge to you, but to me? Ha!" She snorted. "This is about as large as my closet." She stuck her nose up in the air and turned around. "Goodnight, you three. And don't wake me up in the morning. I made a charm for myself to wake me up at precicely the right moment." And with that, she changed into her nightclothes and crawled into bed. Ginny glared at her.
"She's lying," Morgan whispered to her friends. "There's no such charm, and I know for a fact that her family lives in a small flat in London." Her eyes flashed dangerously over to the sleeping form on the opposite bed. "I hate that girl," she said flatly, and went over to her bed to change.
~*~*~*~*~
That night, Ginny lay in bed, fingering the soft sheets delicately, staring off out the window. She watched as an owl flew gracefully across the glowing moon, it's silhouette dark and eery. She sighed heavily, wishing that at that very moment, she could have wings. But that was impossible. Wishes never came true.
Not knowing why she wasn't at all tired, Ginny listened intently for sounds of the other girls sleeping. She heard a low snore from her left, soft wheezing from her right, (which she knew was Emma) and just then Celia groaned and turned over in her sleep. Smiling softly to herself, Ginny grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself, and tiptoed slowly to the door. She snuck silently down the spiraling stars and entered the Common Room. Looking around, she noticed it was empty, until her eyes fell on a dark form on the couch. Creeping towards it, she noticed who it was at once.
Ron was lying on his back, (fully clothed) sound asleep, his head propped up on a pillow. On his stomach, (fully clothed) was Hermione. She was curled on top of him, one of her legs dangling over the edge of the couch. His arm was lying protectively across her back, and every time he breathed, one of her curls fluttered, coming dangerously close to tickling his nose.
Ginny made her way over a large, fluffy red armchair in front of the fire, which was dying down slowly, the golden flames still lazily licking at the brick hearth, the shadows dancing across the rug in front of it. She returned her gaze to the sleeping couple and frowned in disgust. Why she was so disturbed by seeing them like that, she didn't know, she just didn't like it. Perhaps it was the fact that she was on top of him? No, she thought, shaking her head. They were fully clothed, for goodness sakes. Was it that, perhaps, she was jealous?
Ginny sighed and looked away. Yes, that was it, and she knew it. Her greatest wish at that moment was for Harry to come rushing of his dormitory, sweep her up in his arms, and carry her away to some unknown place. She smiled at the thought. But then...Cho.
Oh, how Ginny wanted to kill her. What an interferrence she was! Yes, she was a kind, beautiful, intelligent girl, but she had stolen the heart of the man she wanted! Ginny felt tears sting the back of her eyes, as she thought of how Harry would never want her. She shut her eyes, remembering...
**Flashback to the year before**
Harry rushed into the Common Room, his eyes glittering and alight with happiness, his hand on his heart. Anyone with a brain could see that love had taken over his common sense, for his glasses were dangling from one ear.
"Hermione! Ron! Guess what?" He cried, flinging himself onto a chair and grinning, staring up at the ceiling.
"What? What!" Ron cried, staring at him. Harry looked at his friend and his face widened into an even bigger grin (if that was possible).
"I asked Cho to the ball, and she said," he paused for effect, but anyone could see what was coming. "YES!" he shouted, leaping to his feet. "She said yes, she said yes! Horray! Ron, she said YES!" Ron, of course, was happy for his friend, as was Hermione. Harry began dancing Hermione around the common room, who was laughing. Everyone seemed to pleased, even Fred and George rushed up to congragulate him. Everyone, that it, except Ginny.
No one saw Ginny sitting in a corner, watching Harry dancing with glee, his disoriented glasses forgotten. No one saw the tears that filled her eyes and spilled down her rosy cheeks. No one heard her sob hysterically that night, the noise muffled by her pillow. Anyways, she didn't expect anyone too. After all, she was just Ginny.
**End of flashback, and story**
Well, chaps, that was the end of the second chapter! If you've come this far, REVIEW for goodness sakes. Yay! Thank you very much. Hope you liked it. Flame it, praise it, whatevah. But pleeeez review it. Mucho Thankso!
~BlondieChild
Authors Note- Another chapter for you. Horray. And if you were wondering where Draco comes in, don't worry, he'll make his swaggering appearance some chapter. Haha, no, really.
Chapter Two ~ (I'd just like to make it clear right now that you're not going to get the luxury of nice chapter titles. sorry, but I'm a tad lazy at the moment. :)
Ginny watched, amazed though she had seen it four times previously, as the huge wooden doors of Hogwarts swung open and the crowd of students was enveloped in light. She felt someone push on her back, and she rushed in, Emma and Morgan at her sides. They made their way into the Great Hall, pushing and shoving against the mass of people behind them. They hurried over to the Gryffindor table and, after choosing three seats together, sat down and looked towards the teacher's table.
As usual, Professor Dumbledore was standing in the center place of the long table, wearing magnificent robes of a deep plum rimmed with gold, his pointed hat with a golden tassle hanging from the end. His hands were clasped and his eyes twinkling as he watched his pupils talking loudly and settling themselves comfortably at their house tables.
Ginny was startled to feel someone poke her shoulder, and looked over abruptly to see Ron, Harry and Hermione. She sighed. Honestly, who else did she expect?
"Can we sit here?" Harry asked politely, beckoning to a few empty seats next to Ginny and her friends. Ginny felt herself blush, but nodded all the same. Hermione took the seat next to her, Ron on her side, and Harry next to him. They began chattering excitedly. Ginny turned to her right, where Morgan was sitting. Emma, who always ate a lot yet never gained any weight, was rubbing her stomach, looking at the golden plates expectantly.
"Ooh, I'm so hungry, I wish they'd get a move on with the sorting."
"Emma, they haven't even started yet. Look, here come the first years now," Morgan said, beckoning behind them as the doors swung open once again. Professor McGonagall, wearing the usual black, led in a line of young students, all of whom looked extremely cold and shaken. Like usual, Professor McGonagall waved her hand at a three-legged stool, on which sat a very old, ugly, shabby hat. Ginny sighed. Yes, it was always nice to hear the hat's clever song, which changed every year or so, but it got tedious after a while.
Finally, the hat's song ended, and the sorting began. "Abingdon, Melissa!" was a thin blonde girl who was shaking considerably as she made her way up to the hat. It took a few moments, but finally, Melissa became a Hufflepuff.
~*~*~*~*~
"My, that food was delicious! I could eat it all day," Emma remarked, pushing her golden plate away from her, which was now strewn with the remnants of a huge feast. Ginny nodded as she stuffed a forkfull of steaming mashed potatoes into her mouth. The sorting was over, as was Dumbledore's start-of-term speech, which was quite silly, as always. When they had sung the Hogwarts song, Ginny felt a strange pang of homelessness, remembering how Fred and George would sing to a slow funeral march.
Dumbledore made a few last remarks, before sending everyone off to their dormitories for bed. The Gryffindors followed an older boy whom Ginny didn't know, obviously a prefect, through the hallways and up a few staircases. Finally, they reached a portrait of an extremely fat lady in a pink silk dress. She was wearing a rediculous matching pink hat, and was fluttering a dainty blue fan in her face, which didn't match her clothes at all.
"Lovely decor, really," said the prefect. The Fat Lady smiled as she crooned for the password. "Pheonix feather," he said, and the portrait swung open. Everyone crawled through the hole and entered into the cozy realm of the Gryffindors.
Ginny, Morgan and Emma made their way into the girls dormitories, and went through a doorway labeled 'fifth year girls'. As usual, their things were already put next to their huge, four-poster beds. Emma grinned and flopped onto her bed.
"I do love it here," she remarked, staring up at the designs on her deep red canopy. "It's like my other home. Goodness, compared to my real home, I'd choose Hogwarts any day." She sighed heavily and rolled over onto her stomach. Suddenly, the door opened again and another girl entered.
"Oh, hello," she said, with not a hint of welcome in her voice. Her name was Celia Bronswood, and with her attitude, everyone was suprised she got into Gryffindor at all. "This room is so small," she said airly, sitting daintily down on her bed and looking around. Ginny's jaw dropped. Small??
"Oh for goodness sakes, it's not small! It's huge, certainly large enough to accomodate four girls!" Morgan cried protectively. Celia smirked.
"It might be huge to you, but to me? Ha!" She snorted. "This is about as large as my closet." She stuck her nose up in the air and turned around. "Goodnight, you three. And don't wake me up in the morning. I made a charm for myself to wake me up at precicely the right moment." And with that, she changed into her nightclothes and crawled into bed. Ginny glared at her.
"She's lying," Morgan whispered to her friends. "There's no such charm, and I know for a fact that her family lives in a small flat in London." Her eyes flashed dangerously over to the sleeping form on the opposite bed. "I hate that girl," she said flatly, and went over to her bed to change.
~*~*~*~*~
That night, Ginny lay in bed, fingering the soft sheets delicately, staring off out the window. She watched as an owl flew gracefully across the glowing moon, it's silhouette dark and eery. She sighed heavily, wishing that at that very moment, she could have wings. But that was impossible. Wishes never came true.
Not knowing why she wasn't at all tired, Ginny listened intently for sounds of the other girls sleeping. She heard a low snore from her left, soft wheezing from her right, (which she knew was Emma) and just then Celia groaned and turned over in her sleep. Smiling softly to herself, Ginny grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself, and tiptoed slowly to the door. She snuck silently down the spiraling stars and entered the Common Room. Looking around, she noticed it was empty, until her eyes fell on a dark form on the couch. Creeping towards it, she noticed who it was at once.
Ron was lying on his back, (fully clothed) sound asleep, his head propped up on a pillow. On his stomach, (fully clothed) was Hermione. She was curled on top of him, one of her legs dangling over the edge of the couch. His arm was lying protectively across her back, and every time he breathed, one of her curls fluttered, coming dangerously close to tickling his nose.
Ginny made her way over a large, fluffy red armchair in front of the fire, which was dying down slowly, the golden flames still lazily licking at the brick hearth, the shadows dancing across the rug in front of it. She returned her gaze to the sleeping couple and frowned in disgust. Why she was so disturbed by seeing them like that, she didn't know, she just didn't like it. Perhaps it was the fact that she was on top of him? No, she thought, shaking her head. They were fully clothed, for goodness sakes. Was it that, perhaps, she was jealous?
Ginny sighed and looked away. Yes, that was it, and she knew it. Her greatest wish at that moment was for Harry to come rushing of his dormitory, sweep her up in his arms, and carry her away to some unknown place. She smiled at the thought. But then...Cho.
Oh, how Ginny wanted to kill her. What an interferrence she was! Yes, she was a kind, beautiful, intelligent girl, but she had stolen the heart of the man she wanted! Ginny felt tears sting the back of her eyes, as she thought of how Harry would never want her. She shut her eyes, remembering...
**Flashback to the year before**
Harry rushed into the Common Room, his eyes glittering and alight with happiness, his hand on his heart. Anyone with a brain could see that love had taken over his common sense, for his glasses were dangling from one ear.
"Hermione! Ron! Guess what?" He cried, flinging himself onto a chair and grinning, staring up at the ceiling.
"What? What!" Ron cried, staring at him. Harry looked at his friend and his face widened into an even bigger grin (if that was possible).
"I asked Cho to the ball, and she said," he paused for effect, but anyone could see what was coming. "YES!" he shouted, leaping to his feet. "She said yes, she said yes! Horray! Ron, she said YES!" Ron, of course, was happy for his friend, as was Hermione. Harry began dancing Hermione around the common room, who was laughing. Everyone seemed to pleased, even Fred and George rushed up to congragulate him. Everyone, that it, except Ginny.
No one saw Ginny sitting in a corner, watching Harry dancing with glee, his disoriented glasses forgotten. No one saw the tears that filled her eyes and spilled down her rosy cheeks. No one heard her sob hysterically that night, the noise muffled by her pillow. Anyways, she didn't expect anyone too. After all, she was just Ginny.
**End of flashback, and story**
Well, chaps, that was the end of the second chapter! If you've come this far, REVIEW for goodness sakes. Yay! Thank you very much. Hope you liked it. Flame it, praise it, whatevah. But pleeeez review it. Mucho Thankso!
~BlondieChild