"A thousand words"
A/N: Chapter two is up. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for everyone who reviewed my story. Very apperciated. :D On with the story.
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Sunlight shone through the windows, making her eyes flutter open. "Hmmm . . . ?" she groggily mumbled to herself rubbing the sleep away from her eyes. Streching a bit Ginny got out of bed and took two steps when she remembered something. "Tom!" she cried. "Tom..? Where are you??" she asked, looking around the room. "No! You left me.. Tom." A tear fell from her eyes to the hard wood floor.
Last night.
Had it all been a dream? She hoped not. But a feeling inside of her kept coming back everytime she tried to push it away. Ginny knew it was dream. Or was it? It was too cold and she had fainted right there. . . Shaking her head a bit, the girl wiped the tears away. How could she had been so stupid? To actually believe that she could meet the man who she had been talking with through a diary for quite some time, now. Stupid. The word ran through her head over and over again. "You're too gulliable Ginny. . Its just a diary." She said as she grabbed some clothes and her robes for the day - making her way over to the bathroom to change. Today was going to be a very, very long day.
"Ginny! Over here!" a voice called out. "Hi Hermione! Harry. Ron." The readhead said smiling and sat down by the three. "How are you, Gin?" Harry asked her, shovling food in his mouth. "Fine." She replied, watching him with disgust and awe. "Harry you might want to chew your food before you choke. ." Hermione said. Then they hear another voice. "'Ello 'in - Hoowr you doin?" her brother asked. " ' Hello, Gin. How are you doing. ' " Harry translated, picking at some eggs. Giggiling a bit, she looked to Rom. "I'm good, Ron. You might want to take Hermione's advice and stop eating so fast ot you'll kill yourself."
A new voice came to play. One that was so familiar none of them needed to turn around to see who it was.
"Well, Well, If it isn't Potty, The Mudblood and the two broke Weasels. Hope your excuse for a mother remembered to but you a new wand this year - and to make sure it doesn't break again. We don't need you throwing up slugs again. Although that was a pretty funny site. . ."
"Malfoy." The word left a bitter taste in Ginny's mouth. Noticing his name had been said, he turned and looked down at her. "Now. . Is this the littest Weasel I see here? All grown up? You don't look a thing like you did in first year."
The memories came back.
Getting up out her seat, stood infront of Malfoy and looked at him. "And you still have that brattish attitude? I'm surprised. I would have thought you'd grow up, Malfoy. You're almost out of school and you're still acting how you did in first year. Still the immature, sleeping-in-class, Snape's favourite student kind of person you are." "Aw. That hurts. Really. I'll go cry in my corner now, Weasel." He glared at her, his smirk gone. Replaced by a deathly frown and cold grey eyes. "Heh. If looks could kill, Malfoy. ." she replied and walked past him out the door. Draco turned to see most of the people in the room had been watching them. Clearing his throt a bit, he glared at everyone. "What the hell are you looking at? Clearly you all could tell I let the little bitch have the last word. Now go back to whatever you were doing. . idiots." And he walked back to his table.
Running up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, Ginny opened and locked the door with a spell she learned last year. Jumping on her bed and grabbing a quill she threw her pillow up. There it was. The only thing - and person - who could save her at a time like this. Opening the clean white pages, she found a never-been written-on one and began writing.
"Dear Tom, I just got back from Breakfast. Malfoy was being a complete ass as usual. He reminded me of first year. Although most of its a blur to me. . " she stopped writing for a moment. What had really happened to her in first year? "That's why I am came up here to tell you. You might not care. . . I hope you do though. You and this diary mean everything to me."
It was short, yes but it was the truth.
Ginny closed the book, put it back behind her pillow with the quill and unlocked the door - Yup. . Today was going to be very long.
A/N: Chapter two is up. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for everyone who reviewed my story. Very apperciated. :D On with the story.
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Sunlight shone through the windows, making her eyes flutter open. "Hmmm . . . ?" she groggily mumbled to herself rubbing the sleep away from her eyes. Streching a bit Ginny got out of bed and took two steps when she remembered something. "Tom!" she cried. "Tom..? Where are you??" she asked, looking around the room. "No! You left me.. Tom." A tear fell from her eyes to the hard wood floor.
Last night.
Had it all been a dream? She hoped not. But a feeling inside of her kept coming back everytime she tried to push it away. Ginny knew it was dream. Or was it? It was too cold and she had fainted right there. . . Shaking her head a bit, the girl wiped the tears away. How could she had been so stupid? To actually believe that she could meet the man who she had been talking with through a diary for quite some time, now. Stupid. The word ran through her head over and over again. "You're too gulliable Ginny. . Its just a diary." She said as she grabbed some clothes and her robes for the day - making her way over to the bathroom to change. Today was going to be a very, very long day.
"Ginny! Over here!" a voice called out. "Hi Hermione! Harry. Ron." The readhead said smiling and sat down by the three. "How are you, Gin?" Harry asked her, shovling food in his mouth. "Fine." She replied, watching him with disgust and awe. "Harry you might want to chew your food before you choke. ." Hermione said. Then they hear another voice. "'Ello 'in - Hoowr you doin?" her brother asked. " ' Hello, Gin. How are you doing. ' " Harry translated, picking at some eggs. Giggiling a bit, she looked to Rom. "I'm good, Ron. You might want to take Hermione's advice and stop eating so fast ot you'll kill yourself."
A new voice came to play. One that was so familiar none of them needed to turn around to see who it was.
"Well, Well, If it isn't Potty, The Mudblood and the two broke Weasels. Hope your excuse for a mother remembered to but you a new wand this year - and to make sure it doesn't break again. We don't need you throwing up slugs again. Although that was a pretty funny site. . ."
"Malfoy." The word left a bitter taste in Ginny's mouth. Noticing his name had been said, he turned and looked down at her. "Now. . Is this the littest Weasel I see here? All grown up? You don't look a thing like you did in first year."
The memories came back.
Getting up out her seat, stood infront of Malfoy and looked at him. "And you still have that brattish attitude? I'm surprised. I would have thought you'd grow up, Malfoy. You're almost out of school and you're still acting how you did in first year. Still the immature, sleeping-in-class, Snape's favourite student kind of person you are." "Aw. That hurts. Really. I'll go cry in my corner now, Weasel." He glared at her, his smirk gone. Replaced by a deathly frown and cold grey eyes. "Heh. If looks could kill, Malfoy. ." she replied and walked past him out the door. Draco turned to see most of the people in the room had been watching them. Clearing his throt a bit, he glared at everyone. "What the hell are you looking at? Clearly you all could tell I let the little bitch have the last word. Now go back to whatever you were doing. . idiots." And he walked back to his table.
Running up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, Ginny opened and locked the door with a spell she learned last year. Jumping on her bed and grabbing a quill she threw her pillow up. There it was. The only thing - and person - who could save her at a time like this. Opening the clean white pages, she found a never-been written-on one and began writing.
"Dear Tom, I just got back from Breakfast. Malfoy was being a complete ass as usual. He reminded me of first year. Although most of its a blur to me. . " she stopped writing for a moment. What had really happened to her in first year? "That's why I am came up here to tell you. You might not care. . . I hope you do though. You and this diary mean everything to me."
It was short, yes but it was the truth.
Ginny closed the book, put it back behind her pillow with the quill and unlocked the door - Yup. . Today was going to be very long.