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Wednesday, 19 February 2003

A/N: it hasn't been every day anymore … but I'm still seeing them in an abnormally large amount … sorry its been so long … I'm kinda "cut" … you could say … I may or may not take this down, add more and put it back up … its heaps shorter than the other chapters … but I just cant concentrate …

Summery: Funny how sometimes two wrongs make a right. Ginny knew that something was wrong with her family but she was too young to understand. Now, several years later, the missing link from her life visits her, but does she recognise who it is? And whom will she turn to for comfort? When you're young you don't understand what your feeling, but you cant learn a lot about feelings within a couple of months, and when you think back you feel like an idiot.

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Blades of Grass and Ladybirds

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Ginny practically flew into her bathroom, slammed the door as hard as she could and locked it. Her amber locks bounced angelically as she stormed over to the toilet, flipped the lid down and sat. She looked out the window blankly for a moment before breaking down completely. Sobbing uncontrollably into her hands, her elbows resting on her knees.

She stayed in this position for longer than a moment before she recovered enough to lift her head and look desperately around the room for a cure to her pain.

And there it was.

On the bench … a small vile. Its clear contents reflected the light, making a mosaic of colours reflect off the bench.

It took her a minute to realise what the vile actually was. She curiously walked over to the bench and stared at the vile for a moment, before picking it up and reading the label. It was just what she thought it was, a potion that one of the girls had left behind.

She screwed the lid off the bottle. The dropper gleamed with the fluid. She tipped her head back and let one single drop land softly on her tong. The liquid was bitter and left her mouth suddenly dry. She chanced a look in the mirror. Her hazel eyes were red and swollen from crying. The top of her hair was flyaway and her normally glowing skin was pale and clammy. The bags under her eyes insisted that she needed sleep.

It took a while … but the feeling finally came. Her stomach clenched, she held her breath and ran to the toilet. She knew what was coming. She hastily pushed the toilet seat up and leaned over the bowl. The water in there was crystal clear and reflected her hazel eyes, making them look large and irregular. Her throat suddenly clenched enough to match her stomach, it burnt as she felt the bile rise up to greet her tonsils. She opened her mouth and let it all flow out. Since there wasn't much in her stomach in the first place, not much came out. Just a thin, orange juice with a few chunks spilled into the toilet and mixed into the clear water, turning it slightly yellowish.

Ginny was mesmerized by the patterns that her vomit made in the water.

"Ginny? Are you all right? What are doing?" a voice called from the back of her mind.

"Yeah … I'll be out in a sec!" Ginny answered, walking over to the toilet and flushing it for effect. She then splashed her face with water, scrubbing it till the mess came off, dried it with a towel and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were now dry and her face was flushed from the strain. The bags still screamed for a good nights sleep … but she looked more alive.

'Why does he make me feel like this?'

Ginny tried to find herself in the reflection. In failing this she stormed over to the bathroom door and opened it quickly. Nobody was there. Not even a trace, or sign that anyone had been there since she came.

From the bottom of her eye she could have sworn that she saw a flash of red and black on the carpet, but when she tried to focus on it, it was gone.

Ginny just shrugged it off and changed into her worn-out nightie. She then collapsed into her bed, her warm blankets enfolding her and comforting her emptiness. Her last remaining thought was of 'The Burrow' before she fell into the unconsciousness of sleep.

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Draco awoke in the morning with a smirk on his face. He had gotten to her. He had made her yell. Hell, he had made her speak in full sentences!

Nothing could compare to the high that he got from making people angry. Sure, some people got angry if you said that they smelt bad. But it was different with her. It wasn't the same satisfaction. But he chose to completely ignore this, and almost leap out of bed.

Down at breakfast she wasn't there. He almost showed his disappointment at this. Almost.

"DraAaco …"

"PaAansy …"

"DraAaco …"

"PaAansy …"

"DraAaco …"

"What do you waAan't?"

"I was just … wondering … if … you wanted to …" pansy started, sugar coating her voice and placing a hand on his upper-thigh, "go out with me …?"

"Now Pansy … as tempting as that sounds …" Draco said with disgust obviously in his eyes and voice, pealing her had from his leg, "I have interests elsewhere. And if you don't mind me saying so … you look like a bulldog."

Pansy recoiled in shock. She hadn't ever been spoken to like this before. She was used to getting her way. She was used to getting any guy she wanted by asking this way. She didn't know what to do. She was confused. And when she's confused, she starts to cry.

Large crocodile tears began to well up in her cinnamon eyes and fall down her cheekbones and drip from her chin to her lap.

"Oh don't cry! It's pathetic!" Draco spat at her through clenched teeth.

Pansy stood and ran out the doors of the Great Hall, bumping into none other than Virginia Weasley. Draco looked over to her hopefully. She glanced at him, but looked away with too much haste to see him give her a small wave. But she did manage to see the smile on his face at Pansy's tears before he noticed she came in.

'He's malevolent … but DAMN he has a nice smile …'

Ginny sat at her usually spot on the table. She could see Draco between 2 kids' heads. He could see her. But she couldn't decide whether this was a good thing, or bad thing. For breakfast she ate a piece of toast with strawberry jam and a glass of pumpkin juice. Not much. But she wasn't hungry. She was just eating because she thought she should. She felt a lot better about herself since last night.

And she intended to stay good about herself.

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T.B.C

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A/N: I have no idea where I'm going with this … DAMN YOU WRITERS BLOCK! I'm allergic to flames.

~The Golden Goose

~MWAH!

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