…:::*Dear, Dear Diary*:::…
Hey PpLs,
I'm getting the impression that no one likes this fic (Except for the only two that reviewed so far). I guess I'm just going to have to continue with it for my sake and for starheart's and Amanda J.'s. This will be my first time at attempting to finish an actually good fic (At least in my opinion). Well I'm not going to drone one so let's keep moving.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except for Draco, my sexy lil' Slytherin. Okay, okay, okay, so I lied. It's not fair I should at least be able to put a claim on him (And so should every other girl that wants him ^-^) But I don't own anything but the plot.
…:::*Dear, Dear Diary*:::…
Harry Potter Fan Fiction
A Draco and Ginny Fiction
Time Started Writing: 5:39 p.m.
By: Ashley Nicole
"…" = Speech
Italics = Thoughts
@…@ = POV With Ginny
^…^ = POV With Draco
#…# = Normal POV for all
*~*~* = Scene Change
= Time Elapsed
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"From the top to
the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care"
-Forgotten by Linkin Park
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@Normal POV@
For the remainder of freedom, as she called it, Ginny spent time buying clothes that would make the teachers choke on the air they breathed. She never wore anything repulsive or something that would make her look like a slut. It was just her style that was so different and unique. It was like she was some kind of artist out of her own painting.
The only bad thing about her was the mask. It showed no emotions and when it did they weren't very pleasant. She would cover thing up and show no one any feeling; she'd keep it to herself and never tell. But she was screaming inside, and it hurt so badly to watch people live their happy lives day by day. She would not let herself flip though, she just couldn't. No one understood what she went through and if they did they would never really care.
On the only bright side she had fun. She was no longer quiet, shy, little Ginny. She had fun every time she got in trouble and it made her feel free. It was the only time she ever showed emotion, and that was only amusement.
But she knew nothing could help her, unless she found the other part of her that left her all alone…
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At Platform 9 and ¾
All of the Weasley's including Harry and Hermione were just getting to platform 9 and ¾. They were all saying there good-bye's and their I'll miss you's, except for Ginny. She just stood there while her parents both hugged her and didn't hug back at all.
"Ron, please keep an eye on your sister this year. I don't want her in anymore trouble you hear." Mrs. Weasley whispered fiercely to Ron. But Ron frowned. There was no way anyone could keep a leash on Ginny.
"Mum, do you have any idea how hard it is to keep that one out of trouble?" he asked pointing at Ginny's turned back. Mrs. Weasley sighed, "But Ron she can't be doing these horrible things every year. Just last year she mooned-" Just then Ron cut his mother off. "Please" he hissed, "I do not want to re-live that."
After a few more good-bye's and a few more hugs Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione loaded their things onto the train and started looking for a compartment. They eventually found an empty one and started to move into it, but Ginny walked right past it acting as if she didn't even notice them.
"Gin, aren't you coming?" Harry asked in a hesitant voice. He didn't get a reply though, just a glare and a snort, and with that Ginny turned her back towards them and started off again.
Hermione sighed, "You'd better figure out some way to help her this year Ron. If you don't we'll lose the house cup for sure, and not to mention Ginny'll lose herself."
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Before Everyone was on the Train
^Normal POV^
Draco had arrived just in time to see all of his ol' Slytherin buddies about to get onto the platform. He smirked and decided to go and see how things were going. As he neared then he felt something weird. It was like they were tensioned up all of a sudden, but it wasn't from fear.
"Hey…" Draco started but stopped when he noticed the scowls on their faces. He looked bewildered but then stopped. They were tweaked because he got Voldemort and the other death eaters caught. They weren't deatheaters themselves, but they were spies for Voldemort when he needed eyes the most.
"Why don't you just go start hanging around Potter, Malfoy?" Pansy asked bitterly the scowl still on her face, making it look even more pug-like. But Draco wouldn't let them intimidate him, he was still a Malfoy.
"I'll have you know Pansy, that that little incident wasn't my fault. And another thing, I'm still me. I'm still a Malfoy." With that said Draco turned on his heel and got ready to get onto the train.
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Present Time
#Normal POV#
Draco had been sitting in his compartment alone, for about 15 minute and he was already bored. He usually didn't like having his friends in the same compartment as his, but he was actually missing all of the noise they made.
He then looked out the window to see only lush shades of green and an occasional brown flash by. He stared intently at the scenery for a while longer, and his head didn't move when he heard the compartment door open.
He noticed that whoever it was wasn't happy to see him because he heard a slight groan. He smirked but still didn't look up to see who it was. Although just out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn he saw an auburn red color.
His eye slightly sparkled and his smirked widened. Yes, his bad day was getting just a little better. Any chance to annoy a Weasley was like a prize.
But it depended on which one it was, of course. It couldn't have been the Weasley twins, Gred and Feorge, was it? No, no, it was Fred and George, that's right. And it wasn't Potty's friend Weasel. If it was, then he would have just left as soon as he saw that Draco was the one in the compartment.
Then which one was it? There weren't any more kids from the Weasley clan that he'd known, were there? Oh, of course. How could he forget the Little Weasel, what was her name… Ginny!
"So Little Weasel… How's life treatin' ya?" Draco asked in his usual drawl while smirking.
Ginny didn't want to be in a compartment with Draco Malfoy. It was his father's fault that she was the way she was now. But that didn't really have anything to do with Malfoy, so she could at least try to tolerate him for the train ride. Hey, it was better then being around the dream team.
Ginny smirked a smirk that almost resembled Draco's before answering, "Like a bitch. You?" she asked in a fake curious voice.
Draco couldn't believe the way she sounded. It was true he had only bothered to torture her, her first through third years. After that, it was as if she was never there. But she had never sounded like that before. She talked as if life was some kind of joke and that she didn't care. He liked it better, but it just didn't suit her for some reason.
"Oh the usual. You know being alone and not cared about, nothing new. Except for the fact that I got Voldemort caught and now he's dead." Draco said flatly but still in his usual drawl. He expected to here her say something like 'Wow… That was you?' But she didn't say anything and Draco found himself growing impatient and looked up at her.
He looked up and he felt his breath get caught in his throat. That couldn't have been Ginny Weasley, could it? She was so beautiful that it just couldn't have been her. But it was, and he couldn't help but stare in awe at her beauty.
She wore a denim jean skirt with dark fuchsia feathers hanging from the bottom. They were tight around her hips and showed nice curves. She also wore a plain colored tube top that matched the feathers at the bottom of her skirt, and like her skirt, again feathers hung down covering part of the skin that was her lower torso. He noted that her belly button, which was quite cute, just showed through the feathers.
He stopped looking at her body and looked at her face completely. Her hair was, just as he thought, auburn red, and it went down to her mid-back. Her lips were full and their fair rosy red matched her slightly colored cheeks. And her eyes, which looked through thick black lashes, were an ice blue so light that they almost looked transparent. But he noticed that they were in pain too, and her knuckles were turning white from her clenched fists.
He quickly composed himself and stopped staring. He regained his usual facial expression and decided to ask her what the bloody hell was wrong.
"Hey Weasel, everything okay?" he quirked an eyebrow in her direction. She looked up but she seemed to be lost somewhere. It was like she couldn't even see him.
*Flash Back*
Ginny was walking around the halls of Hogwarts School, yet again. Only something was different. She was seeing thing from a slanted view and had to look up at everything. She looked down at her hands and found that they were too small to be her actual hands. Then realization hit her. She was herself as a first year student again, which meant she had been lost in one of her memories.
Ginny continued to walk down the hall she was walking down and stopped. This was the worst memory of them all, the time when she was first brought into the chamber. But as she stopped, she felt something enter her. It was like a spirit floating in through your mouth and just taking complete control over you. So she began walking again.
As she got nearer to the sink, which hid the entrance to the chamber, she tried to fight against it. She tried to jerk backwards and to just plain run away, but nothing worked and soon she was being sucked into the slimy pipe. She felt her head hit something and she was knocked unconscious.
When Ginny woke up she was lying right where Tom Riddle was standing. She again tried to get away quickly, but she couldn't move. She became even more scared and tried to scream for help, but no one heard her.
"Child, no one can hear you. There is no use in fighting it, this is what your destiny was." Tom said in a hissing sort of tone.
Ginny glared her best glare, which back then wasn't all that good, and spoke, "What do you mean this was my destiny. My destiny was to die before I start my life?" she replied meekly. Tom paid not attention to her scared voice and started to explain:
"Child, do you not wonder why your wand hold the element that Slytherin's usually hold?" he asked in an annoyed voice. Ginny still stared in wonder, even though she had lived this moment seven times before, "What element are you talking about?" she asked still in a meek voice.
Tom just smirked, "The heart cord of a dragon, Child. Just about every person with that element inside of his or her wands is or was in Slytherin. Maybe you… were supposed to be in Slytherin. Then without knowing, you convinced the sorting hat to put you in Gryffindor to save your family's reputation."
Ginny's eyes widened as Tom stepped closer to her. He was standing just in front of her when he yanked her up. "Do not fight this Child, this is what was meant for you. Do not fight it." Tom said just as he grabbed her by her shoulders tightly.
"No let me go!" Ginny wailed as loud as she could, "No! Stop it, get off of me, now!"
Ginny continued to struggle for what seemed like hours, but she knew it had only bin about three minutes. But she continued to struggle and tried to fight the pain as Tom sucked the life right out of her. It was no use though and Ginny could feel herself slipping. Finally the pain stopped as she found death was near, and she wasn't scared at all. But just as she was about to slip completely she heard a voice saying her name.
"Ginny…Ginny… Ginny… WEASEL!"
Draco shouted just as Ginny was jolted back into reality. She was panting and she could tell that she was going to be dizzy if she stood up. She moaned and started to massage her temples.
"What the hell is wrong with you Weasel? Are you in need of medical help or something?" Draco asked as he sat back down as if not caring if she was in pain. Ginny looked over to him and glared her mildly fierce glares at him. "It's all your fault." She said flatly while leaning down trying to compose herself.
Draco scowled. Why did he even bother to see if she was okay? And how did she get off telling him it was his fault? He hadn't done anything and she wasn't going to blame it on him. "What are you talking about Weasel? I didn't even touch you. How is it my fault that you spaced out like that?" he asked in an angry and annoyed tone of voice.
Ginny shook her head with her hand over her forehead, "I shouldn't have said that. I should not have told you anything." She said while muttering things to herself in between talking. She then looked up at him and sighed, "Okay look it wasn't really your fault. You said something and it messes me up sometime to remember the thing…" Ginny trailed off looking out the window with a new scowl on her face. Why did she have to tell him? She could have just said 'Screw you Malfoy' and it would have been over. But of course she had to open her big mouth, and he wasn't going to leave her alone until he knew that she, Virginia Ann Weasley, opened the chamber of secrets.
Draco sat there looking at Ginny for a few moments. She looked so scared or surprised. He couldn't put his finger on her emotion right that minute; it was too hard to tell. He continued to look at her, as she looked out the window, and he suddenly felt that pain in his chest again. He tried to pay no mind to it and figure out what was wrong with the Weasel, but the more he looked at her, the stronger the pain got.
He stopped looking at her and calmed himself with a few even breaths and the pain subsided. "Oh, and what thing would that be, Weasel?" he asked with a slight smirk on his face. He sat and waited for her to answer, but she didn't. So again he looked up at her only this time she didn't look spaced out, she looked pissed.
"Why do you care, you bouncing ferret? And even if you did really care then: It's none of your god damn business!" Ginny yelled and stood up quickly. She found her usual self, right before she spilled to Malfoy thank goodness. She knew that she had to get out though, or else there would still be a chance of her telling him.
Draco looked up at her with an amused face and chuckled a bit. He was about to make a snide remark when a stinging feeling in his face snapped him out of his 'This is quite entertaining' mode. He raised his hand and felt the spot that was stinging, which was on the left side of his face. He looked up at the little weasel and she still looked pissed, but he didn't say anything. He just watched her turn around and mutter something that sounded like 'Jackass', before she exited the compartment.
Draco sat there for about a minute before he came back. His usual sneer was back on his face, only it was worse then usual. He was going to get that girl for slapping him, and then she'd know to show him some respect.
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Later, Before the Feast
@Normal POV@
Ginny had cooled down after she was back in her old Hogwarts dorm. It wasn't her favorite place at Hogwarts but it still held some comfort to her. She didn't know what it was but she really liked being at Hogwarts, except for the fact that the thing happened there.
Ginny sat down on a big couch in the common room and felt herself begin to fall asleep. She didn't feel much like going to the feast, and she thought that maybe if she went to sleep she would miss it. So without any more thought, Ginny fell into a dreamless sleep.
When Ginny woke up she noticed that she didn't miss the feast. In fact there were still a few people getting ready for it in the common room. She sighed and got up. She hurriedly straightened her feathers and rushed out of the room. She waved goodbye to the fat lady and slowed down as she got into the main halls.
Ginny silently waved to all of the pictures that became her only friends over her years at Hogwarts. They had comforted her and encouraged her, and they were alone all the time; like her. So every now and then she would sneak out and night and pay them visits one bye one. No one knew, maybe with the exception of Dumbledore, about her friendship with the paintings. It was their little secret.
Just as Ginny waved to the picture of the woman standing in the snow, she felt someone grip her from behind and cover her mouth. She wasn't going to scream any way, she was just going to elbow the person in the gut then step on their foot and high tail her little ass out of the hall. But she stopped suddenly wanting to know who it was for a reason unknown to her. She smirked behind the person's hand right before she bit it really hard.
"Jesus Christ, Weasel that hurt!" Draco shouted while cradling his hand. He had followed the Weasel to talk some sense into her, but he didn't plan on getting bitten or having rabies for that matter.
"Humph, Well you could have just said 'Hey I need to talk to you', instead of jumping out of the shadows and grabbing me. Gees, what if you didn't get to cover my mouth soon enough and I yelled rape. Then you'd be in deep shit, wouldn't ya?" Ginny smirked at his dumb struck face and continued. "Well ferret boy, what-" Ginny was then cut off by Draco grabbing her by her arms and slamming her up against the wall. She was about to yell at him, but he cut her off.
"Weasel, didn't your mother ever teach you to respect others? Especially people who have a higher status then you?" he smirked at her frowning face and tightened his grip a bit. "Do you understand me Weasel?" he asked in an uncaring tone of voice.
Ginny fought back the urge to laugh very loudly and placed her hands over his. She looked up and him and smiled a cruel looking smile as he fingernails dug deep into his skin. Ginny watched him flinch and took her opportunity. She grabbed one of his arms, turned him around so he was facing her back and did what she intended to do in the first place. She elbowed him and then stepped on his foot, and then she began to run down the hall. But she stopped about twelve feet away from him.
"Oh Ferret Boy!" she said in a singsong. "Thanks for the watch." She smirked and then shook something silver that was dangling from her right hand, and sure enough it was Draco's watch he had been wearing. Ginny smirked at his confused face before running down the hallway.
When she had reached the great hall just about everyone was seated. She paid no mind and quickly ran over to the Gryffindor table. When she reached the table she jumped over and landed on it and slid the rest of her way down to her seat. She looked up at everyone staring at her and glared causing them to look away.
Yup, this year was going to be different. It was going to be a lot more interesting then before. And maybe, just maybe there would be a happy ending this time.
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A/N: This chapter wasn't that long either. I was planning on making it 17 pages long, but then it would be all outta wack so I have to do things in order. Sorry if it wasn't long enough. Well please review and I hope you liked this chapter.