Ok, this is my first fic. Umm, obviously I don't own any of the HP world,
because if I did, would I really be here posting on ff.net? Now that
that's settled, on with the show
No one really knew what it was like to be Ginny Weasley. It's funny how blind people can be.
She was like wallpaper. Everyone knows it's there, but no one really pays any attention to it. Be it a beautiful or an old and peeling, it's only background. 'That's what I am' Ginny thought to herself 'background'. Harry, Ron and Hermione tried to include her sometimes, but it was always more than evident when they did that they were just waiting for her to go away.
What Ginny found interesting about all of this, however, was that in the past year, she had changed immensely. Whereas she used to be a little girl, at sixteen Ginny now looked more like a woman. The infamous Weasley hair on her head had darkened, now having a more of a rich, almost blood- like tone to it. The freckles that had previously covered her face were now gone, all except for a smattering across the bridge of her nose. She had also become more.developed. Although Ginny did not consider herself attractive in the slightest, even she knew her body was fabulous. All those years of training for Quidditch behind the shed at the Burrow obviously paid off, because she now had a muscular, lean, lithe body. Of course, it was completely hidden underneath her hand-me-down robes, once belonging to Percy (his robes were the only ones small enough to not fall off of her). But no one noticed this. As always, she was the background.
When she returned to Hogwarts that year, Ginny knew that nothing would be different than it had been at the Burrow that summer. After searching for a compartment for what seemed like hours, Ginny managed to find a small, empty compartment at the back of the train. She sat down, defeated, and started to write in her diary (not the Tom kind). Ginny found that her diary was the only place that she found solace. Unfortunately, the privacy she was enjoying so much didn't last for very long.
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No one really knew what it was like to be Draco Malfoy. It's funny how blind people can be.
He was just his father in their eyes. No one really took the time to see that he wasn't the same person. It wasn't that Draco really wanted to be the jerk that everyone made him out to be; but when something is expected of you, you tend to meet their expectations (if unintentionally). He didn't really hate anything (except for Weasleys), and he didn't really love anything (except for his mother, who was now dead). While he had many enemies (the Gryffindors), and many clingers-on (the Slytherins), he didn't actually have any friends. As much as he hated the Dream Team, he envied them equally as much.
Draco knew that he was expected to join the ranks of the Death Eaters when he finished Hogwarts. This was quite scary, actually, considering that he was in his 7th year. Escape was not an option, it was a necessity. Joining the Death Eaters would mean eternal unhappiness for Draco. Although he would never let his father know this, he would much rather join the Order of the Phoenix or whatever it was that Dumbledore's defense group was called. Just the thought of killing and torturing muggles and wizards for the rest of his life made him shudder. He didn't know how, and he didn't know when, but Draco was going to get away, or die trying.
Leaving the Manor on September the 1st for the Hogwarts Express was what Draco had been waiting for all summer. At Malfoy Manor he was completely alone, all of the time (excluding Lucius, but he didn't really count as a human being, anyways). Whereas at Hogwarts, although he still had no friends, at least he had some human contact. As usual, he was fashionably late to arrive at the station (he was a Malfoy, after all), but unfortunately or fortunately (it could be both), he could not sit with the Slytherins, as all of their compartments were filled to the maximum capacity. Finally he found a cabin at the back of the train he assumed would be empty and opened the door.
He was wrong. A thin girl with bright red hair was scribbling furiously into a diary.
Please please please please please please please please REVIEW!!!! Yup. It's that button right over there. You can do it! Thanks!
No one really knew what it was like to be Ginny Weasley. It's funny how blind people can be.
She was like wallpaper. Everyone knows it's there, but no one really pays any attention to it. Be it a beautiful or an old and peeling, it's only background. 'That's what I am' Ginny thought to herself 'background'. Harry, Ron and Hermione tried to include her sometimes, but it was always more than evident when they did that they were just waiting for her to go away.
What Ginny found interesting about all of this, however, was that in the past year, she had changed immensely. Whereas she used to be a little girl, at sixteen Ginny now looked more like a woman. The infamous Weasley hair on her head had darkened, now having a more of a rich, almost blood- like tone to it. The freckles that had previously covered her face were now gone, all except for a smattering across the bridge of her nose. She had also become more.developed. Although Ginny did not consider herself attractive in the slightest, even she knew her body was fabulous. All those years of training for Quidditch behind the shed at the Burrow obviously paid off, because she now had a muscular, lean, lithe body. Of course, it was completely hidden underneath her hand-me-down robes, once belonging to Percy (his robes were the only ones small enough to not fall off of her). But no one noticed this. As always, she was the background.
When she returned to Hogwarts that year, Ginny knew that nothing would be different than it had been at the Burrow that summer. After searching for a compartment for what seemed like hours, Ginny managed to find a small, empty compartment at the back of the train. She sat down, defeated, and started to write in her diary (not the Tom kind). Ginny found that her diary was the only place that she found solace. Unfortunately, the privacy she was enjoying so much didn't last for very long.
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No one really knew what it was like to be Draco Malfoy. It's funny how blind people can be.
He was just his father in their eyes. No one really took the time to see that he wasn't the same person. It wasn't that Draco really wanted to be the jerk that everyone made him out to be; but when something is expected of you, you tend to meet their expectations (if unintentionally). He didn't really hate anything (except for Weasleys), and he didn't really love anything (except for his mother, who was now dead). While he had many enemies (the Gryffindors), and many clingers-on (the Slytherins), he didn't actually have any friends. As much as he hated the Dream Team, he envied them equally as much.
Draco knew that he was expected to join the ranks of the Death Eaters when he finished Hogwarts. This was quite scary, actually, considering that he was in his 7th year. Escape was not an option, it was a necessity. Joining the Death Eaters would mean eternal unhappiness for Draco. Although he would never let his father know this, he would much rather join the Order of the Phoenix or whatever it was that Dumbledore's defense group was called. Just the thought of killing and torturing muggles and wizards for the rest of his life made him shudder. He didn't know how, and he didn't know when, but Draco was going to get away, or die trying.
Leaving the Manor on September the 1st for the Hogwarts Express was what Draco had been waiting for all summer. At Malfoy Manor he was completely alone, all of the time (excluding Lucius, but he didn't really count as a human being, anyways). Whereas at Hogwarts, although he still had no friends, at least he had some human contact. As usual, he was fashionably late to arrive at the station (he was a Malfoy, after all), but unfortunately or fortunately (it could be both), he could not sit with the Slytherins, as all of their compartments were filled to the maximum capacity. Finally he found a cabin at the back of the train he assumed would be empty and opened the door.
He was wrong. A thin girl with bright red hair was scribbling furiously into a diary.
Please please please please please please please please REVIEW!!!! Yup. It's that button right over there. You can do it! Thanks!