AUTHOR'S NOTE: To ppl who don't agree w/ Ginny's weepy character, here's the reason why: in my world, Ginny's older brother thinks of her as an annoying little sibling, much like what I think of my brother. But Ron (I don't like him much.) is mean w/o noticing it. That's why it's like that, all right? So don't flame me on that!!

She groaned. The last thing she needed was somebody to overhear and see her

arguing with her brother.

"Don't feel too bad," the voice said in a conversational tone. "He deserved that

tongue lashing you gave him. Trust me, that kid's got it coming from whoever crosses

his line."

"All he cares about is Hermione," she said, her voice muffled by her robes.

"Hermione this, Hermione that. He doesn't even notice me anymore."

"That's the Weasel for you," sighed the voice. Ginny was so sad and angry she

didn't even object; at times, even she wanted to call her brother some mean names. She

didn't catch the familiar phrase that a certain somebody always said.

"Why?" she asked wretchedly. "Why must he do this to me EVERY time? I've

endured it for five long years; why can't he stop?" The person didn't reply, and she

didn't say anything more. After several minutes, she continued.

"He doesn't even bother to come after me himself; he send that stupid Potter after

me. How can he do that to me? He doesn't even have the decency to come after

me himself." To her shame, she started to cry. She felt the person sigh and sink

down next to her.

"Please stop crying," the person said softly. She tried, but couldn't. She felt the

person put his arm around her, and she leaned into that warm shoulder and cried. She

hadn't cried like this ever since she opened the Chamber of Secrets back in her first year.

She broke down her emotional walls and cried. During her breakdown, all the mysterious

person would do is hold on to her and smooth her hair, murmuring. Finally, she calmed

down enough to hear the train's whistle.

"Come on," the person urged. "You've got to get on the train. I'VE got to get on

the train. I'll help you get your stuff on, all right?"

"Thank you," she said softly as she opened her eyes.

"You're welcome," the person replied. She looked up, and to her utmost surprise,

she was gazing into her brother's archenemy's silver orbs.