Disclaimer: The characters and places in this story aren't mine. They're all J.K. Rowlings.

A/N: This is being posted the same day as the first chapter, so I hope you all like it. I'll try to get this story done as soon as possible. It's a bit angsty, a bit romancy, a bit dramatic, and a bit mean. I really hope you all love this story. And BtW, I might not finished Summer Time Tears as it's turning a bit… boring. So I'll probably delete it. So, on with the story!

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Dashing furiously, Ginny made it back to Hogwarts in record time. She burst into the Entrance Hall and up the stairs. After she shouted the password to the Fat Lady ("White Bumblebee!"), Ginny tore up to her dormitory. Throwing her cloak onto her bed, she burst out into tears. Why had she been so stupid? Her hair wasn't black, and her skin wasn't glowing like Ivory. Ginny wasn't Cho Chang, nor would she ever be. Wiping tears from her cheeks, and failing as more replaced them, she made her way down to the Common Room.

The fire was surprisingly welcome, as she sat herself down in her favorite plush chair. She combed her hair with her fingers, only to find out that some snowflakes managed to find their way under her hood. When she was finished cleaning her hair, she reclined back in her chair, placing her feet on the coffee table. Her eyes were closed, and her thoughts drifted to Harry. She had memorized his every feature, and his every move. Ginny knew how his nose curved down at the bottom, and how his eyes lightened up when he laughed. She knew how his fingers clenched into a tight fist when he was angry, and how his mouth curved down a little when he was sad, or upset. Like the back of her hand, Ginny knew Harry. But she knew that he couldn't know her. She was just Ron's little sister. Ron's silly, stupid, little sister.

Suddenly, the portrait door swung open. The Trio walked in and barely acknowledged Ginny, who was still sobbing in her corner. Had it not been for her sobs, they would've never know that she was there.

"Hey, Ginny." Hermione smiled, as she placed a sisterly hand on her friend's shoulder. "You're crying."

"Well, I'm not exactly drunk, now am I?" Ginny said, looking up. A watery smile was on her face to show Hermione that she wasn't trying to be rude.

"What's the matter, Gin?" Ron asked, sitting next to his sister.

"Nothing." she replied a bit to quickly. As she hastily dried her tears, Hary spok.

"C'mon, we all know that you're crying for a reason. What is it?" Ginny looked into Harry's eyes and saw nothing but concern for his friends little sister. Little sister. That's all she was, she bitterly thought.

"Nothing that concerns you." She said sharply. Biting at her tongue for being rude, she got up quickly and strode towards the Girls Dormitories. Before she placed a foot on the first step, she turned around.

"'Night." she said, to no one in particular. Ginny then made her way up to her room were she fell fast asleep.

But downstairs in the Common Room… It was another story.

"What's up with her?" Ron asked, gesturing to the steps Ginny disappeared up.

"I don't know." Harry was thinking of how sharp she sounded when she snapped at him.

"I wasn't asking you, Harry." Ron said, a bit too rudely. "I mean, I was asking Hermione."

"How would *I* know?" Hermione asked.

"Well, you-- you're--" Ron sputtered for an answer. "You're a GIRL!"

"How nice of you to notice, Ron." Hermione said sarcastically sweetly. Then her voice turned to her normal shrieking tone. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I know EVERYTHING, RON!"

"Hey, get that," Harry whispered, nudging his redheaded friend. "Hermione doesn't know everything."

"I heard that." Hermione scowled, failing at suppressing a grin. "Either way, if you want to know what's wrong with Ginny, just ask her!"

"US?! We can't ask HER! She'll bite our heads off!" Harry stood up, his arms expressing his words.

"Correction, my fine un-freckled friend." Ron said, smirking. "She'll only bite YOUR head off. *I'll* talk to her tomorrow. For now, let's all just go to sleep, alright?" Ron yawned and stretched his arms.

"All right…" Hermione said, standing up. "G'night you two." The three made their way to their established dormitories, as Ron thought of a way to interrogate his sister the next day.

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A/N: Thanks to all who've reviewed. I swear I'll update this faster than my other stories… Or at least I'll try to.