Disclaimer: I own nothing but the evil sporks and the evil spoons and will one day own the world. I also co-own the japanese speeking panda bears who learned to speek japanese from 'Teach Your Local Panda Bear Japanese,' the book. None of these are in the story though.. I own nothing in here... although I do own some good books... *goes off muttering*
Ginny stared out the window next to which she sat. If she could ignore them, maybe they would just ignore her in turn. But... that was a fleeting dream she would not be able to catch. "So Weasley, how's that dung bat of a brother of yours doing?" Draco said mockingly. Ginny's face held no emotion at the moment, which surprised Draco a bit. He knew she was always happy, and talking with her friends, and laughing. She decided to not provide any answer to this, and remained silent. "What about your parents? Is it true they had to sell some stuff to keep paying for your school?" He was clearly mocking her. He knew she could tell, yet she remained silent. "What about your books? Are you still lagging in those again?" He said, not expecting her to answer. "Are you still what weak little girl, or did you grow up during the summer?" He laughed, still mocking her. She couldn't take it anymore. She had sat there with her fists clenched the whole time, and she couldn't take it anymore. "What the hell do you want from me?!" She suddenly screamed, jumping to her feet. "Do you want me to tell you my family's poor? Do you want me to tell you I could be the best in my class if I didn't purposely get bad grades? Do you want me to tell you that I'm not the little innocent girl everyone thinks I am?" She had calmed down a bit and had managed to say most of it in an icy but slightly calm tone. Draco smirked slightly at this. He had always enjoyed it when people snapped. "If you don't want any of that, what do you want from me? What can I possibly give that you don't already have? Why do you want anything from me, besides to annoy me? You know nothing about me; you know about my family and so you think you know about me too! You don't. You know nothing! So shut the fuck up!" She was again screaming at him.
Her face was red with anger; she was fed up with everyone talking to her like this.
Draco blinked at this. He knew she was either lying, or telling the truth. Either way, it was surprising. Another reason he was surprised was because she had swore. He had never heard her swear, and had never expected her to. She was always little, innocent Ginny, and always had been to him and many others.
Ginny slowly calmed down, then sat back down in the seat when no one spoke; she felt even more awkward then before. Why couldn't she just have shut her mouth and had not said anything?
Draco blinked at her in confusion. "What was that all about?" He finally asked her when she provided no willing answer to his unspoken question.
"I'm tired of everyone treating me like I'm the weakest little girl. I'm tired of them thinking there still is a 'good, little, innocent Ginny.' That's what. Everyone thinks I do bad on the exams because I don't study and I'm terrible at magic. That I don't care about much, but people just think they know everything about me! Not even my own family knows me damnit!" She was yelling again, so she took a few moments to settle down. "Everyone thinks that I'm fine and I have no pain or tears... That I've never felt any pain, or shed any tears... But they're wrong..." Her voice was nearly a whisper now.
Draco blinked again. "How can you prove that you know the spells we study?" He asked her. She looked at the door as if making sure no one was going to come in before taking her wand out of her pocket as she rose to her feet. She whispered, "Nahname," and fire shot from her wand and became a dancing ring of fire just above Draco's head, making him look like an angel. Draco blinked and used his own wand to make the dancing flames disappear. She had done the spell expertly, and that wasn't even light magic... It was the magic of the dark arts. He suddenly believed her. He believed every word that came out of her mouth. A smile curled up onto his lips, more of a smirk then a smile really, a very Malfoy-ish one.
He nodded to the seat that was next to him, indicating for her to sit back down, and also his approval. He had to admit, he was impressed by her little show of power. Although when performed by her, it looked easy, it was not an easy spell to cast. If she could cast something like that, she could certainly do many more like it, and some more advanced.
She sat down herself, a smile curling up onto her own lips, until she stopped, realizing she was smiling.
"Hey uh... Weasley! Where's you learn that?" Goyle said. He was clearly not the best in grammar.
"From books in the library, or books I bought without my parents knowing," she replied without any further asking; she was staring out the window again. All four of them were already in their Hogwarts robes; the train started to slow and Ginny put her wand away. All four of them walked off the train and Draco said, "Perhaps we could be friends." Before she could reply, he had left into the crowd. She smiled a bit and thought, 'Maybe this won't be as boring a year as I thought it would be...'
Ginny stared out the window next to which she sat. If she could ignore them, maybe they would just ignore her in turn. But... that was a fleeting dream she would not be able to catch. "So Weasley, how's that dung bat of a brother of yours doing?" Draco said mockingly. Ginny's face held no emotion at the moment, which surprised Draco a bit. He knew she was always happy, and talking with her friends, and laughing. She decided to not provide any answer to this, and remained silent. "What about your parents? Is it true they had to sell some stuff to keep paying for your school?" He was clearly mocking her. He knew she could tell, yet she remained silent. "What about your books? Are you still lagging in those again?" He said, not expecting her to answer. "Are you still what weak little girl, or did you grow up during the summer?" He laughed, still mocking her. She couldn't take it anymore. She had sat there with her fists clenched the whole time, and she couldn't take it anymore. "What the hell do you want from me?!" She suddenly screamed, jumping to her feet. "Do you want me to tell you my family's poor? Do you want me to tell you I could be the best in my class if I didn't purposely get bad grades? Do you want me to tell you that I'm not the little innocent girl everyone thinks I am?" She had calmed down a bit and had managed to say most of it in an icy but slightly calm tone. Draco smirked slightly at this. He had always enjoyed it when people snapped. "If you don't want any of that, what do you want from me? What can I possibly give that you don't already have? Why do you want anything from me, besides to annoy me? You know nothing about me; you know about my family and so you think you know about me too! You don't. You know nothing! So shut the fuck up!" She was again screaming at him.
Her face was red with anger; she was fed up with everyone talking to her like this.
Draco blinked at this. He knew she was either lying, or telling the truth. Either way, it was surprising. Another reason he was surprised was because she had swore. He had never heard her swear, and had never expected her to. She was always little, innocent Ginny, and always had been to him and many others.
Ginny slowly calmed down, then sat back down in the seat when no one spoke; she felt even more awkward then before. Why couldn't she just have shut her mouth and had not said anything?
Draco blinked at her in confusion. "What was that all about?" He finally asked her when she provided no willing answer to his unspoken question.
"I'm tired of everyone treating me like I'm the weakest little girl. I'm tired of them thinking there still is a 'good, little, innocent Ginny.' That's what. Everyone thinks I do bad on the exams because I don't study and I'm terrible at magic. That I don't care about much, but people just think they know everything about me! Not even my own family knows me damnit!" She was yelling again, so she took a few moments to settle down. "Everyone thinks that I'm fine and I have no pain or tears... That I've never felt any pain, or shed any tears... But they're wrong..." Her voice was nearly a whisper now.
Draco blinked again. "How can you prove that you know the spells we study?" He asked her. She looked at the door as if making sure no one was going to come in before taking her wand out of her pocket as she rose to her feet. She whispered, "Nahname," and fire shot from her wand and became a dancing ring of fire just above Draco's head, making him look like an angel. Draco blinked and used his own wand to make the dancing flames disappear. She had done the spell expertly, and that wasn't even light magic... It was the magic of the dark arts. He suddenly believed her. He believed every word that came out of her mouth. A smile curled up onto his lips, more of a smirk then a smile really, a very Malfoy-ish one.
He nodded to the seat that was next to him, indicating for her to sit back down, and also his approval. He had to admit, he was impressed by her little show of power. Although when performed by her, it looked easy, it was not an easy spell to cast. If she could cast something like that, she could certainly do many more like it, and some more advanced.
She sat down herself, a smile curling up onto her own lips, until she stopped, realizing she was smiling.
"Hey uh... Weasley! Where's you learn that?" Goyle said. He was clearly not the best in grammar.
"From books in the library, or books I bought without my parents knowing," she replied without any further asking; she was staring out the window again. All four of them were already in their Hogwarts robes; the train started to slow and Ginny put her wand away. All four of them walked off the train and Draco said, "Perhaps we could be friends." Before she could reply, he had left into the crowd. She smiled a bit and thought, 'Maybe this won't be as boring a year as I thought it would be...'