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A/N: OK, this is going to be different than I thought. This Chapter is also going to be cut short, and will be continued in Chapter 6. The last chapter, I believe. Please, PLEASE, PLEASE Read and Review! You don't know how much it means to me to be reviewed. Thanks! ^-^ Oh, and sorry that the last Chapter was so short. I like it when my Chapters kind of focus on one main subject. heh heh. This is longer. Oh, please like! It's a bit angst. Oh, please, please like! R/R! :-D
Last time on 'Midnight Quarrels', Chapter 4:
."As you know, Christmas Break is coming fast. I thought that, so those who will go home may be able to, and attend the Christmas Dance this year--" He paused for giggles and moans from various students. "--that it will be held the day before you leave. Hogsmeade trips will be allowed only from the 15th till the day of the ball. So, be that as it may, please make sure all your things are packed, before you choose to attend. Sorry for the interruption. Continue as was." Dumbledore sat down as an eruption of conversations broke out among the tables.
"Well," Ginny could hear Ron speak haughtily. "I know who I'm taking with me." She saw him grip Hermione's hand, and her return a shy smile.
"Who are you taking Harry?" Neville asked.
"No one." He answered, solemnly. "I'm going solo.".
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Ginny was positively radiant with delight. She kept a small unsaid vow of silence over the next week. Every night when she was done with lessons, she would try on her dress and shoes. She'd imagine a prince coming to rescue her on a flying horse.
These day dreams caused absolute bliss and an easy time for her to fall asleep. Ginny smiled to herself the evening before the day of the Christmas Ball. Yet then, she suddenly frowned. She thought of the last time she had actually talked to anyone; and that was before she had even bought her dress.
After dinner, Ginny decided to talk to Ron about how Quidditch was going. I mean, after all, he was her brother. She went over to him in the common room where they were sitting by the fireplace.
"Hey, Ron," Ginny started.
"Hey, Gin," he replied. Ron turned back to the group, ".and so yeah, like I went upwards, and they though I was gonna let them score but then, WHAM!--" He showed the maneuver with his hands. "--I caught the Quaffle, and then the whistle blew."
Obviously, Ginny thought. He's talking about how he wont that last match. hard to believe Hermione and them still want to hear about it.
"So, Ron," Ginny said. "How's Quidditch practice going?"
"Oh," he answered, shrugging. "Alright." Once again, he turned back to Hermione.
"Ron--"
"Ginny, look, I don't feel like talking to you right now, alright?"
"Sor-ree." Ginny could feel tears tug at the corners of her eyes, but ignored the feeling. Looking around, she saw that Harry wasn't paying any attention to her; nor was Hermione or Ron.
She gave a loud sigh, and went over to Lavender and Pavarti who were chatting animatedly amongst each other.
"Hey, you guys!" she said cheerfully, putting on a fake smile.
"Hey Ginny," Pavarti replied. "Anyway Lavender, Dean was like, "Pavarti, would you do the honor of going with me to the ball?" And of course, I was like, "Of course!" Then like, he brought his hands up to my face and like." Lavender and Pavarti burst out in giggles. "You know. he kissed me." That caused even more giggles. Ginny rolled her eyes, and headed towards the portrait.
There's always the library. she thought sadly.
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As Ginny made her way down the corridor to the library, she ran into Professor Snape, followed by Draco Malfoy.
"And what are you doing out here, this time of night, young lady?" He asked rudely.
"It's 8:30." Ginny replied, more bravely than she believed herself to be.
"Yes, I can tell time, Miss Weasley. What are you doing out here this time at night?"
"I was headed to the library. Seeing that I have 30 more minutes allowed out, I thought I'd get some extra reading done."
"No extra reading," Draco Malfoy cut in. "Could find you a well paying job. As then, even if you could find a list of jobs for your future resume, you wouldn't have a spare sickle to pay for the paper." He smirked at her evilly, as he saw tears well in her eyes.
"Well, Malfoy, at least I'd have a job." She sniffed angrily.
"That is enough, Miss Weasley. I recommend you find your way back to the Gryffindor Tower, before you find yourself in deep, deep trouble." Snape growled.
"I have 30 more minutes, Professor. I was just heading--"
"25 points from Gryffindor, Miss Weasley. I will take more if you do not obey me. I am your teacher. Now go, before you find yourself in detention." His lips curled up in a menacing grin.
Tears flew out of Ginny's eyes before she could stop them. She ran back to Gryffindor Tower, sobbed "Flapjack Slugs" and ran towards the girls staircase. But before she could reach the first step.
"Ginny!" Ron asked, placing a brotherly hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"What do you care, Ronald?" Ginny answered, angrily.
"Don't you want to talk to us about it?" Lavender piped up.
"Talk to you about it?" Ginny turned around so she could see everyone. As always, Harry was still on the couch. "Why should I TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT?!!!" she shouted. Everyone took a step back. Harry just looked up from the couch, and stared at her. Ginny ignored his watchful gaze.
"We just want to know what the matter is." Hermione said carefully.
"Oh? You do, do you?" she growled, fiercely. "Well, if you guys would've talked to me in THE FIRST PLACE, I WOULDN'T HAVE GONE OUT TO THE LIBRARY, ONLY TO GET CAUGHT BY SNAPE, AND INSULTED BY MALFOY!! I WILL NOT TALK, YOU HEAR? AT FIRST, YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ME," she turned to her brother. "BECAUSE YOUR BUSY IMPRESSING HERMIONE WITH YOUR STUPID QUIDDITCH SKILLS!" Almost every student in every year was now looking at the shouting and crying red-headed Weasley. "AND THEN," she continued shouting, looking at Lavender. "YOU WON'T TAKE A FEW MINUTES OUT OF GOSSIPING TO TALK TO SOMEONE. WHO CARES IF DEAN THOMAS KISSED YOU! H E'S A BLOODY BOY!" Ginny backed up a few steps, and looked at everyone. "I try to talk to you all," she sniffed. "but no, you can't talk to the person who hasn't spoken to you in TWO WEEKS!!"
"We want to talk to you now, Gin," Pavarti stated, still wide-eyed at her outburst.
"Well, isn't that hunky-dory." Ginny smiled sarcastically, then began to shout again. "THE ONLY TIME YOU EVER WANT TO TALK TO ME IS WHEN I'M ANGRY, OR BLOODY UPSET. YOU JUST WANT GOSSIP! AND JUST BECAUSE I DON'T CRY WHEN I WANT TO TALK DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT WORTH CONVERSATION. FIRST HARRY STOPS TALKING TO ME, THEN YOU ALL IGNORE ME, OR YOU'RE TOO BUSY!! WHEN WILL YOU ALL LEARN?!" Ginny sighed loudly, then turned to go upstairs. When she was at the top, she turned around, seeing their eyes still glued on her. Through falling tears, Ginny said loud enough for them to hear, "And you call yourself my friends."
A/N: OK, this is going to be different than I thought. This Chapter is also going to be cut short, and will be continued in Chapter 6. The last chapter, I believe. Please, PLEASE, PLEASE Read and Review! You don't know how much it means to me to be reviewed. Thanks! ^-^ Oh, and sorry that the last Chapter was so short. I like it when my Chapters kind of focus on one main subject. heh heh. This is longer. Oh, please like! It's a bit angst. Oh, please, please like! R/R! :-D
Last time on 'Midnight Quarrels', Chapter 4:
."As you know, Christmas Break is coming fast. I thought that, so those who will go home may be able to, and attend the Christmas Dance this year--" He paused for giggles and moans from various students. "--that it will be held the day before you leave. Hogsmeade trips will be allowed only from the 15th till the day of the ball. So, be that as it may, please make sure all your things are packed, before you choose to attend. Sorry for the interruption. Continue as was." Dumbledore sat down as an eruption of conversations broke out among the tables.
"Well," Ginny could hear Ron speak haughtily. "I know who I'm taking with me." She saw him grip Hermione's hand, and her return a shy smile.
"Who are you taking Harry?" Neville asked.
"No one." He answered, solemnly. "I'm going solo.".
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Ginny was positively radiant with delight. She kept a small unsaid vow of silence over the next week. Every night when she was done with lessons, she would try on her dress and shoes. She'd imagine a prince coming to rescue her on a flying horse.
These day dreams caused absolute bliss and an easy time for her to fall asleep. Ginny smiled to herself the evening before the day of the Christmas Ball. Yet then, she suddenly frowned. She thought of the last time she had actually talked to anyone; and that was before she had even bought her dress.
After dinner, Ginny decided to talk to Ron about how Quidditch was going. I mean, after all, he was her brother. She went over to him in the common room where they were sitting by the fireplace.
"Hey, Ron," Ginny started.
"Hey, Gin," he replied. Ron turned back to the group, ".and so yeah, like I went upwards, and they though I was gonna let them score but then, WHAM!--" He showed the maneuver with his hands. "--I caught the Quaffle, and then the whistle blew."
Obviously, Ginny thought. He's talking about how he wont that last match. hard to believe Hermione and them still want to hear about it.
"So, Ron," Ginny said. "How's Quidditch practice going?"
"Oh," he answered, shrugging. "Alright." Once again, he turned back to Hermione.
"Ron--"
"Ginny, look, I don't feel like talking to you right now, alright?"
"Sor-ree." Ginny could feel tears tug at the corners of her eyes, but ignored the feeling. Looking around, she saw that Harry wasn't paying any attention to her; nor was Hermione or Ron.
She gave a loud sigh, and went over to Lavender and Pavarti who were chatting animatedly amongst each other.
"Hey, you guys!" she said cheerfully, putting on a fake smile.
"Hey Ginny," Pavarti replied. "Anyway Lavender, Dean was like, "Pavarti, would you do the honor of going with me to the ball?" And of course, I was like, "Of course!" Then like, he brought his hands up to my face and like." Lavender and Pavarti burst out in giggles. "You know. he kissed me." That caused even more giggles. Ginny rolled her eyes, and headed towards the portrait.
There's always the library. she thought sadly.
~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~**~*~*~*~*
As Ginny made her way down the corridor to the library, she ran into Professor Snape, followed by Draco Malfoy.
"And what are you doing out here, this time of night, young lady?" He asked rudely.
"It's 8:30." Ginny replied, more bravely than she believed herself to be.
"Yes, I can tell time, Miss Weasley. What are you doing out here this time at night?"
"I was headed to the library. Seeing that I have 30 more minutes allowed out, I thought I'd get some extra reading done."
"No extra reading," Draco Malfoy cut in. "Could find you a well paying job. As then, even if you could find a list of jobs for your future resume, you wouldn't have a spare sickle to pay for the paper." He smirked at her evilly, as he saw tears well in her eyes.
"Well, Malfoy, at least I'd have a job." She sniffed angrily.
"That is enough, Miss Weasley. I recommend you find your way back to the Gryffindor Tower, before you find yourself in deep, deep trouble." Snape growled.
"I have 30 more minutes, Professor. I was just heading--"
"25 points from Gryffindor, Miss Weasley. I will take more if you do not obey me. I am your teacher. Now go, before you find yourself in detention." His lips curled up in a menacing grin.
Tears flew out of Ginny's eyes before she could stop them. She ran back to Gryffindor Tower, sobbed "Flapjack Slugs" and ran towards the girls staircase. But before she could reach the first step.
"Ginny!" Ron asked, placing a brotherly hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"What do you care, Ronald?" Ginny answered, angrily.
"Don't you want to talk to us about it?" Lavender piped up.
"Talk to you about it?" Ginny turned around so she could see everyone. As always, Harry was still on the couch. "Why should I TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT?!!!" she shouted. Everyone took a step back. Harry just looked up from the couch, and stared at her. Ginny ignored his watchful gaze.
"We just want to know what the matter is." Hermione said carefully.
"Oh? You do, do you?" she growled, fiercely. "Well, if you guys would've talked to me in THE FIRST PLACE, I WOULDN'T HAVE GONE OUT TO THE LIBRARY, ONLY TO GET CAUGHT BY SNAPE, AND INSULTED BY MALFOY!! I WILL NOT TALK, YOU HEAR? AT FIRST, YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ME," she turned to her brother. "BECAUSE YOUR BUSY IMPRESSING HERMIONE WITH YOUR STUPID QUIDDITCH SKILLS!" Almost every student in every year was now looking at the shouting and crying red-headed Weasley. "AND THEN," she continued shouting, looking at Lavender. "YOU WON'T TAKE A FEW MINUTES OUT OF GOSSIPING TO TALK TO SOMEONE. WHO CARES IF DEAN THOMAS KISSED YOU! H E'S A BLOODY BOY!" Ginny backed up a few steps, and looked at everyone. "I try to talk to you all," she sniffed. "but no, you can't talk to the person who hasn't spoken to you in TWO WEEKS!!"
"We want to talk to you now, Gin," Pavarti stated, still wide-eyed at her outburst.
"Well, isn't that hunky-dory." Ginny smiled sarcastically, then began to shout again. "THE ONLY TIME YOU EVER WANT TO TALK TO ME IS WHEN I'M ANGRY, OR BLOODY UPSET. YOU JUST WANT GOSSIP! AND JUST BECAUSE I DON'T CRY WHEN I WANT TO TALK DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT WORTH CONVERSATION. FIRST HARRY STOPS TALKING TO ME, THEN YOU ALL IGNORE ME, OR YOU'RE TOO BUSY!! WHEN WILL YOU ALL LEARN?!" Ginny sighed loudly, then turned to go upstairs. When she was at the top, she turned around, seeing their eyes still glued on her. Through falling tears, Ginny said loud enough for them to hear, "And you call yourself my friends."