Disclaimer: Okay, I'm gonna get really sick of saying this at the start of
every chapter, so I'll just say it this once. This goes for every bit of
story I write. None of this is mine. The plot maybe, but nothing else. All
credit goes to J.K. Rowling and her brilliant mind!!
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Ginny Weasley. The youngest of the Weasley children. Also the quietest. She didn't always talk much, but she had more to say than most people. Nobody really knew the real Ginny. Probably because no one took the time to notice her or get to know her. The more you sit by life's sidelines, the more you learn about yourself and others. Ginny sat and observed.
Sitting alone, Ginny was on her way back to Hogwarts for her sixth year. The windows in her compartment on the Hogwart's Express was open, so she could hear conversations going on in the compartments in front of and behind her. In one compartment, Ginny could hear the voices of three people: her older brother, Ron, Hermione, and the famous Harry Potter. They were talking about Voldemort. Things had really changed since he came back to power. The way the wizarding world was had changed. People lived in constant fear. Not living for the moment, but wondering if they'd live to see the next day. Ginny listened to the conversation at first, but chose to ignore her brother and his friends, seeing as they never payed much attention to her anyways. In the other compartment, Ginny recognized the voice of Draco Malfoy. He seemed to be talking to his best friends, Crabbe and Goyle. Ginny ignored him too. She took an old binder out of her schoolbag. It contained pictures of tropical beaches and outter space. Bored with the long train ride on the Hogwart's Express, Ginny decided to flip through the huge binder. She soon got lost in a trance as she stared at the pictures, completely blocking out the sound of anything else.
Finally, the train came to a hault. As Ginny was leaving her compartment, she tripped, and her binder fell to the floor with a thud. She bent down to pick it up, but another hand had gotten to it first. Ginny looked up into the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy. Or at least the usually cold eyes. Something was different about them this time. He almost had a look of exhaustion on his face.
Draco stared at the binder he had just picked up. "What's this, Weasley? I do hope you're not playing around with diaries again. We all know where that got you last time", he said in menacing tone. The cold stare seemed to be back in his eyes again.
"It's a...binder..", Ginny managed to get out. She wasn't usually shy, but something made her feel different around Draco. She wasn't sure if she was scared to talk to him, with all the rumors about him being on the Dark Side and all, or just because he was a Malfoy, part of the family that treated hers rather poorly. Maybe she was just scared of losing her temper at his comment about the diary. She had gotten herself into a lot of trouble once involving Voldemort and his old diary. Ginny stared at her binder in Draco's hands but made no move to take it back from him.
Draco stared at her again. "Well do you want it back, or should I toss it in the garbage where it more than likely came from"?
Ginny was used to hearing insults coming from Draco, so she ignored it. Instead of defending herself, she said something else. "It's in your hands now, Malfoy. Do what you want". Not knowing where it came from, Ginny stood, frozen in amazement at herself. Of course she wanted the binder back. It was the one thing that made her who she was.
Draco froze too. Ginny Weasley never usually spoke to him, even if she was being insulted. Not only was Draco in shock of her speaking to him, but also at what she had said. He had expected maybe a "leave me alone", but that was all. He'd never expect to hear an "I don't care" attitude from Ginny. This time, instead of the usual cold stare, he gave Ginny one that told her he was confused. "And do you think you'd be happy with my decision?"
Ginny didn't know what to say. Instead of speaking, she still stood there, slightly frightened. Draco, confused, slowly handed her the binder. More people were coming out of the train compartments now. Ginny took the binder from Draco's hands. She caught eyes with him, and for a brief second, they both stared at each other.
"Ginny! Are you coming up to the school with us?", came Ron's voice from the other end of the train's corridor.
Ginny looked away from Malfoy's eyes. Something in them made her shiver. "Uh, yeah, I'll be right there, Ron." She took one more look at Draco, before she turned away to get her schoolbag, binder in hand.
As Ginny was exiting off the train with her brother and his friends, Draco still had his eyes on her, still looking at her with a confused expression on his face.
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Ginny Weasley. The youngest of the Weasley children. Also the quietest. She didn't always talk much, but she had more to say than most people. Nobody really knew the real Ginny. Probably because no one took the time to notice her or get to know her. The more you sit by life's sidelines, the more you learn about yourself and others. Ginny sat and observed.
Sitting alone, Ginny was on her way back to Hogwarts for her sixth year. The windows in her compartment on the Hogwart's Express was open, so she could hear conversations going on in the compartments in front of and behind her. In one compartment, Ginny could hear the voices of three people: her older brother, Ron, Hermione, and the famous Harry Potter. They were talking about Voldemort. Things had really changed since he came back to power. The way the wizarding world was had changed. People lived in constant fear. Not living for the moment, but wondering if they'd live to see the next day. Ginny listened to the conversation at first, but chose to ignore her brother and his friends, seeing as they never payed much attention to her anyways. In the other compartment, Ginny recognized the voice of Draco Malfoy. He seemed to be talking to his best friends, Crabbe and Goyle. Ginny ignored him too. She took an old binder out of her schoolbag. It contained pictures of tropical beaches and outter space. Bored with the long train ride on the Hogwart's Express, Ginny decided to flip through the huge binder. She soon got lost in a trance as she stared at the pictures, completely blocking out the sound of anything else.
Finally, the train came to a hault. As Ginny was leaving her compartment, she tripped, and her binder fell to the floor with a thud. She bent down to pick it up, but another hand had gotten to it first. Ginny looked up into the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy. Or at least the usually cold eyes. Something was different about them this time. He almost had a look of exhaustion on his face.
Draco stared at the binder he had just picked up. "What's this, Weasley? I do hope you're not playing around with diaries again. We all know where that got you last time", he said in menacing tone. The cold stare seemed to be back in his eyes again.
"It's a...binder..", Ginny managed to get out. She wasn't usually shy, but something made her feel different around Draco. She wasn't sure if she was scared to talk to him, with all the rumors about him being on the Dark Side and all, or just because he was a Malfoy, part of the family that treated hers rather poorly. Maybe she was just scared of losing her temper at his comment about the diary. She had gotten herself into a lot of trouble once involving Voldemort and his old diary. Ginny stared at her binder in Draco's hands but made no move to take it back from him.
Draco stared at her again. "Well do you want it back, or should I toss it in the garbage where it more than likely came from"?
Ginny was used to hearing insults coming from Draco, so she ignored it. Instead of defending herself, she said something else. "It's in your hands now, Malfoy. Do what you want". Not knowing where it came from, Ginny stood, frozen in amazement at herself. Of course she wanted the binder back. It was the one thing that made her who she was.
Draco froze too. Ginny Weasley never usually spoke to him, even if she was being insulted. Not only was Draco in shock of her speaking to him, but also at what she had said. He had expected maybe a "leave me alone", but that was all. He'd never expect to hear an "I don't care" attitude from Ginny. This time, instead of the usual cold stare, he gave Ginny one that told her he was confused. "And do you think you'd be happy with my decision?"
Ginny didn't know what to say. Instead of speaking, she still stood there, slightly frightened. Draco, confused, slowly handed her the binder. More people were coming out of the train compartments now. Ginny took the binder from Draco's hands. She caught eyes with him, and for a brief second, they both stared at each other.
"Ginny! Are you coming up to the school with us?", came Ron's voice from the other end of the train's corridor.
Ginny looked away from Malfoy's eyes. Something in them made her shiver. "Uh, yeah, I'll be right there, Ron." She took one more look at Draco, before she turned away to get her schoolbag, binder in hand.
As Ginny was exiting off the train with her brother and his friends, Draco still had his eyes on her, still looking at her with a confused expression on his face.