Can We Say UGH!

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A/N: Um….I was planning on doing replies to reviews, but as all the reviews were basically what color Ginny's hair should be, I won't for this chapter. OH! That reminds me…what I'm going to do is have her dye her hair a different color for each chapter, as I really liked all the suggestions. OK? Hope you all like that….& thanks to all my reviewers! You all rock! You all get roses:

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Ok…now on with the fic!

"Ginny!" came a yelp from the doorway, interrupting Monica's response.

"Erm…hi?" Ginny replied meekly. It was a very stunned, very angry, and slightly scary looking Ron. Behind him stood a shocked Hermione and an impressed Harry.

"Bloody hell…what did you do?" Ron asked, on the verge of yelling so loudly that everyone on the train would be able to hear him.

"I-" she started, but was interrupted by another of her brother's outbursts.

"GINEVRA WEASLEY, MUM IS GOING TO KILL YOU!" Ron finally exploded.

"Ron, don't you think-" Hermione made an attempt to calm him, but it was no use.

"HOW COULD SHE? SHE'S NOT GINNY ANYMORE! WHY IN BLOODY HELL DID SHE GET RID OF HER FRECKLES?" he bellowed. At that, Ginny suddenly burst out laughing.

"What…is…so…funny?" Ron asked slowly, making a visible attempt to restrain himself; Hermione was holding him back as it was.

"Ron, d'you realize that you're screaming over freckles? I mean…they're only freckles, for god's sake!" she said between laughs.

"But – but Ginny, you shouldn't have-"

"D'you remember when you were little, maybe nine, was it? And you wanted to get rid of yours, so you colored your whole face bright pink? And Mum had to use her wand to get you clean, because the markers were enchanted to be permanent on every surface otherwise!"

"Ginny, please stop, that's enough, I see your point," Ron stopped her abruptly. He blushed a furious red, and glanced at Hermione, who had backed up again and was unsuccessfully trying to hide her smile.

"Ron, I think you can understand how Ginny feels…well, felt…about her freckles. So why don't you lighten up a bit? I mean, she's old enough to make her own decisions. She may be your little sister, but she isn't a baby. And it really isn't a big deal, anyway," Harry shrugged, putting a hand on Ron's shoulder. He smiled encouragingly at Ginny, who immediately blushed. Her heart skipped a beat, and her now pale face took on a pinkish tinge. Harry had said she wasn't a baby! She forgot what they had been arguing about for a moment.

"Harry! You're here! I didn't see you!" Colin exclaimed, having looked up from his homework.

"Er…hi, Colin," Harry said politely, but looked a bit nervous. Colin took no notice of this, however. Instead, he excitedly reached into his bag, grabbed his camera, and looked expectantly at Harry.

"Can you get together with Hermione, Ron, and Ginny? I want a picture of all of you!" he said.

"Um, Colin-" Harry started.

"Please?" Colin begged.

"You know, he won't stop until you say yes," Ginny shyly told Harry.

"Yes, I've noticed," Harry said, somewhat impatiently. "Fine, but just one!"

"Okay, okay, I know. Now, just stand together," Colin nodded, overjoyed at the prospect of taking a picture of his idol. Sighing, the four shuffled into order. Colin grinned and snapped the picture. "Perfect! Thanks so much, guys!"

"Sure, whatever," Harry shrugged. He then gave Ron and Hermione a look, and left as quickly as he could. Ginny felt him take a part of her heart as he went, and the butterflies in her stomach started doing Olympics.

"So, um…Ginny, I really think you look great now!" Hermione said, trying to cover up the awkward moment.

"Thanks," Ginny beamed.

"She was just about to-" Monica spoke up, but before she could finish her sentence, Ginny clapped a hand over her mouth. She looked quickly at Ron to see if he had heard. Fortunately, he was too busy staring in shock at Hermione to have noticed.

"Okay, well, I guess we'll see you at the feast, then? Bye now!" Ginny told them, almost pushing them out the door. She carefully locked it behind her, then smiled at her friends. "Well, that was interesting. Not exactly unexpected, but interesting."

"Yeah, no kidding, Miss I'm-Over-Harry-Potter," Monica sniggered.

"Oh, shut up, Miss I-Think-I'll-Tell-Ginny's-Older-Brother-About-Her-Hair-Dyeing-Idea-Even-Though-It'll-Get-Him-Pissed," Ginny glared at her.

"Gee, that's a looooong name," Colin remarked.

"Camera boy!" both girls shouted at him. He simply grinned in response.

"You know, Colin, you really act different around Harry," Monica assessed.

"No I don't," he denied.

"Um, yeah, you DO," Ginny commented. "God, you're like 'oh, I must take a picture of you! Harry Potter, you're so great'," Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Well excuse me! At least I'm not drooling all over him," Colin retorted.

"Well, at least I don't wish I was him!" Ginny shot back, blushing.

"Would it be such a bad thing to wish to be him? He's so amazing!" Colin exclaimed.

"Right…but he's not flawless, dear," Monica pointed out. "Anyways, Colin, you're so 'amazing' when you're yourself! I mean, you're nice, funny, witty, and a really good friend. Around Harry, you act like a little dork."

"Really? Thanks," Colin said sarcastically.

"No, I mean it! Well, at least, I really meant the nice stuff I said about you," Monica said seriously. There was an awkward pause as Colin and Monica both blushed.

"I think I'll leave now," Ginny said slyly.

"No!" both friends said. They looked at each other.

"Um, Ginny, what were you going to do about your hair?" Colin asked to clear up the silence.

"Oh, that. Well, I suppose I'll leave it as it is for a while," she sighed. "After all, Ron would have a cow if I did anything. Now, at least."

"Hmm…..Ron having a cow…that's a sight I never thought I'd see….go for it!" Monica said, grinning wickedly.

"Ha ha, very funny. No, I couldn't do that to him. I mean, I embarrassed him enough with that little freckle story. I don't see how it matters, though…Hermione likes him anyways," Ginny returned thoughtfully.

"Did we have a Potions report?" Colin asked suddenly.

"Yeah, on Veritaserum. Why?" Monica answered.

"Bollocks! I didn't do it!" Colin shouted, and immediately began rummaging through his bag for his book, parchment, quill, and ink. He began writing without another word.

Monica and Ginny spent the next few minutes in an on/off conversation, answering each other only occasionally, as they were both slightly lost in their own thoughts. Ginny was thinking about what Harry had said about her. He had indeed said that she was old enough to make her own choices, that she wasn't a baby anymore. But did that mean he had thought she was a baby before? And he had said she was Ron's little sister…was that all he thought of her as? Or something more? It was so confusing!

Ginny had never expected him to like her, not even when she was eleven and unexperienced in the fairness (or lack thereof) of the world. Now, she understood more than ever that she had to let him go. After all, he had already had a few girlfriends: Parvati Patil, Cho Chang, some Ravenclaw in his year named Taryn Jacobs. True, he currently was free, but that didn't mean anything, and Ginny knew that all too well. But there was something about him that she found irresistible. At first it was his looks; he had seemed so sweet, so innocent, and that had drawn her to him. Then, as Ron and he had become friends, Ginny had gotten to know him too. She loved his personality even more.

When she was younger, her feelings for him had been even stronger. In fact, two years ago, when she was fourteen, she had almost killed herself because she knew he didn't love her back. It was just after she had secretly caught him and Cho kissing in Hogsmeade. She had then run back to her dormitory, taken out her wand, and pointed it at herself. At the time, she didn't even know what spell she would use; she just wanted to hurt herself, so her body's pain would match the one she felt so terribly inside. But then, something had happened that had saved her. She had been found by Monica.

Monica was a transfer from Durmstrang. She had come that year, and for some reason, been put into Gryffindor. At first, she had had no friends, and accepted this. Ginny had wanted to befriend her, but was too scared, due to the fact that Monica was actually the cousin of a Slytherin in Harry's year, Draco Malfoy. Draco honestly scared Ginny, and she thought that Monica would be the same way. But, she was quite wrong.

Monica had entered the dorm just a few seconds before Ginny could do anything. She immediately grabbed the wand, and pulled Ginny up of the floor, where she had been seated.

FLASHBACK

"What are you doing?" Monica hissed.

"Nothing important," Ginny mumbled in response. At any other moment, she would have been stuttering, but now, she was too upset. She no longer cared about what happened to her.

"What do you mean, nothing important? You were going to hurt yourself," Monica said accusingly.

"Yeah, so what? Why should you care? I'm a Weasley, the youngest Weasley, and your cousin hates me, and the love of my life hates me, and I have no friends other than Colin, and you don't care about me, and-" Ginny suddenly found herself rambling, and stopped abruptly.

"What do you mean, I hate you? Why in hell should I hate you? Okay, so maybe my cousin does, but do I look like him? I'm not a Malfoy! I'm only related to him because his mum is my dad's cousin!" Monica shouted.

"Okay, that's nice. But Harry still hates me," Ginny said, feeling drowsy suddenly.

"Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Yes…wonderful, stupid, prat of a boy, brilliant, beautiful, idiotic Harry Potter," Ginny muttered, not sure anymore whether or not she should be mad at him or herself.

"Is that who you love?"

"Yes. And he hates me. And now I hurt so much, just let me die!"

"Why?"

Ginny stared at her. It was a simple question, really, and it made sense to ask it. She looked into the girl's eyes, which were bluish-gray like Malfoy's, yet held none of their contempt and hatred. Rather, they were curious, lively, and now, a bit concerned. "Because…I don't know. Because I hurt too much to live for anything," she whispered.

"But what do you have to die for?" Monica asked gently. Ginny could think of no answer to this. "Ginny, there may indeed be no point in life, but what's the point in losing it?"

"I don't know…I'm just so…tired," Ginny said sullenly.

"Then go to bed. There's nothing else to do today," Monica said.

"No, not physically tired, or even mentally tired. Spiritually tired, like my soul is weary. I feel like I've lived for too long, and I'm not even fifteen," Ginny shook her head. "It wears you down when you love someone this much, and he doesn't love you in return."

"I'm sure it does. But that doesn't mean you have to be alone. You can talk to me, if you want, and don't worry that I'm related to Draco the Spoiled Prat. I hate being his cousin, so you needn't be afraid of me, like all the others," Monica was almost bitter when she said this.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. But I really mean it, you can always talk to me."

END OF FLASHBACK

Ginny smiled as she remembered this. Indeed, she had talked to Monica whenever she felt sad. With her help, she was able to move on a bit to crushing on other guys and hiding her feelings for Harry. Monica had listened better than anyone ever had, and in turn told Ginny many things about herself. Soon, the two had become close friends. They and Colin were known as the Gryffindor Trio for the simple reason that they never, ever, got mad at each other. That was something that even Ron, Hermione, and Harry couldn't manage.

"Gin? Ginny? Hello, anyone in there? REDS?" Monica shouted, waving a hand in front of Ginny's eyes.

"Hmm? What? I didn't do it!" Ginny replied automatically. She had become used to saying that sort of thing over the summer, as she had begun to enjoy her pranks a little too much. However, realizing that she was not at home and had not done anything, she simply laughed at her response.

"Okay, Spacey. What I was saying was, did you hear about the Welcome Back Ball?" Monica laughed.

"Actually, no. Urgh, Ron is going to DIE!" she said. Ron was a prefect, and knew about these things. So did Hermione, as she was Head Girl.

"Well, that must suck. Did you get dress robes anyways?" Monica asked with a sigh. She wasn't too fond of Ron for several reasons, up to and including his overprotection of Ginny. Well, and the fact that he held her relation to Draco against her.

"Yeah, Mum told me they were on the list. Actually, Fred and George got them for me. I don't know why, but they've been buying little things for us every now and then for the past three years," Ginny shrugged.

"Ooh, cool. What do they look like?" Monica questioned.

"Well, they're a sort of pale green, with thin, light blue ribbon accent. Oh, and there's a collar design made of little white crystals. I'll show you when we get in!" Ginny said enthusiastically.

"Cool! Mine are just a plain silver silk," Monica said.

"They sound really pretty, though," Ginny protested. After a moment of thought, she said, "I think I will do something with my hair after all."

"Really? What?" asked Monica.

"Well, nothing that Ron will notice. Just a de-frizzing spell, gold highlights, and maybe I'll deepen the color so it's more red than orange."

"That sounds nice," Monica nodded in approval.

An hour later, Ginny proudly looked at her new image in her mirror. "I think it's an improvement, don't you?"

"Oh, Gin, you always looked fine!"

"Whatever, but I look better now, right?"

"Sure."

Suddenly, Colin looked up. "Okay, I finished my essay, and so you know, we're gonna be at school soon. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and change, so you two can change while I'm gone, okay?" he told them.

"Sure, Colin," Ginny waved him good-bye.

"Bye!" Monica smiled.

Not too long afterwards, the train pulled into the station. The three friends got out of their compartment, chatting happily about the new school year. They were about to get into the horseless carriages when Ginny realized that she had to check in with Ron. Groaning, she told her friends, "I have to tell Ron that I didn't get lost on the train, and I'll see him at the feast. It's really stupid; I mean, I'm sixteen! But Mum still makes us do it, so…"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," Colin shrugged.

"Come back here when you're done, okay?" Monica said.

"You bet. Be good while I'm gone," Ginny winked at the two, then headed for the seventh years' carriages.

She wandered around for a moment, searching for Ron, Harry, and Hermione. However, a voice behind her interrupted her search.

"Oh dear…the Weaslette is so stupid she doesn't even realize where the sixth years' carriages are?" asked the cool voice.

Ginny whirled around only to realize that she was face to face with Draco Malfoy. Biting her lip, she waited for the backlash of criticism and cruel comments, but after a moment, saw that there would be none. He stood there, gaping at her lack of freckles and frizz.

"I…um, I'm…" she stuttered, not quite sure what to say.

"Well, you what?" he snapped, regaining some composure. Then, he added quietly, "Are you getting someone to do things like this for you? Because, you know, it does nothing to help your looks."

"No! I – I just, I wanted—"

"Well, then, what did you do it for? Trying to escape Weasleydom? Because, you know, with an oaf of a brother like Ron, I don't think it'll ever happen," he smirked. Ginny raised an eyebrow, torn between disgust, amusement and fear.

Before she could reply, another voice rang out. "Ginny! There you are! I was wondering when you'd come." There, coming towards her, were the three she had originally been searching for. Then, seeing Malfoy in front of her, Ron rushed forward. "Are you okay? Is he bothering you?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, Ron. I was just coming to check in with you. Malfoy's just…well, here," Ginny explained lamely. She didn't feel like launching into the full story and causing more trouble than was worth. She hadn't gotten hurt, and Malfoy's opinion meant nothing to her.

"Weasel! So great to see you! Tell me, did you make your sister change her face in the hopes of her attracting some rich old man? Because only a blind fool would go for this," Draco commented, grinning maliciously.

"My brother can't make me do anything…I have a mind of my own, thanks," Ginny snapped, suddenly sick of the whole situation. All four seventh years looked at her, slightly startled. "Okay, to clear things up, I came over here to check in with Ron. Draco started being a prat about the little changes I've made, and now you all should know, I did them myself for myself, no one else," she said angrily.

"So…you're alright, then?" Hermione questioned timidly. She was a bit worried; Ginny was never harsh like this.

"Fine, perfectly fine. And now I'm going back to my friends," Ginny replied, and turned to go. She couldn't stand being in such a ridiculous situation with Harry there. Though she was past temporary loss of speech and coordination whenever he was around, she still tended to blush a bit, and stumble over her words.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione exchanged glances before going their own way. As Ginny left, she heard Draco mutter, "So the Weaselette can change…and all for the better."

Spining around, Ginny spat at him, "Don't you dare insult me, or my family, Malfoy. I don't care who you are…you CANNOT do that anymore. I'm so bloody sick of it!" After a pause, she remembered his first words to her that day. "And by the way, do realize that you were wasting precious time just to insult me? You really have less of a life than I thought! Geez! Can we say UGH!"

Turning on her heel, she walked away as quickly as possible, suddenly feeling humiliated at her uncharictaristic outburst.

A/N: Okay, how was that? Amusing, yes? Did you like that little bit of D/G interaction? I know, it wasn't enough, but hey, it'll come! Good things take time…..remember that. Well, questions? Comments? Tell me in a review! Cuz I don't know what's wrong unless you tell me! Tell please…I love reviews!

Reilly Sparcs

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