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Where we last left off.
He waited until she was out of sight, and then walked out of the bathroom, careful not to be seen. As unlikely as it seems, Malfoy was actually beginning to tolerate Ginny.
"But don't let this incident think we're friends, because we're not!" he said to himself.
Famous Last Words.
Chapter Five - Blackmail
Ginny sat down at the dinner table, feeling better than she had in weeks. She noticed that Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren't speaking to her, but she figured she'd give them time. Let them come to her.
She ate her dinner thoughtfully, not really noticing her surroundings. The revelations of the afternoon were slowly wearing off. She was thinking of a way to get back into the play. Ginny somehow knew ,that things were going to be alright now, acting wise. She'd gotten all of her thoughts off her chest. Malfoy had originally meant to harm her, but maybe it was really a blessing in disguise.
". Ginny?" a hesitant voice asked.
Ginny whipped around to face Neville, who, despite the tremor in his voice, looked angrier than shed ever seen him look.
"What?"
"Why'd you say all that stuff? You really hurt Harry, Ron, and Hermione."
Ginny sighed loudly.
"I didn't mean to. I was cursed-" she began, but Neville interrupted her.
"With what? Being a prat?"
Ginny forced back the sudden tears that came to her eyes.
"No, it wasn't me talking-"
"What's your problem? I may be thick sometimes, but do you think I'm blind, and deaf too? I hear you talking. I saw you talking. How can you be so hurtful? I have to wonder at why Harry likes you so much. You're nothing but an insensitive little prat."
With that, he walked away, back to where he sat. She watched him sit down, and saw that the people near him, were glaring at her. Suddenly, it seemed like the entire table was glaring at her, boring their eyes into her soul.
"Stop looking at me!" she shouted.
Conversation stopped in mid sentence. Everyone stared at Ginny, who was turning an awful shade of red. And then, the laughter. Small at first, but it grew, and grew, until everyone was crying tears of laughter. Even the Professors themselves were laughing, though they had no idea what they were laughing AT.
The tears that had threatened her earlier were rapidly rising to the surface. She got up from the table, and ran out of the hall, the laughter still echoing painfully in her ears long after the sound had stopped.
* * * *
Ginny ran down the hall, not caring where she was going. Tears blurred her vision. She crashed into a statue, and fell. Pain enveloped her tailbone.
"Is everything alright dear?" the statue asked, concerned.
"Fine." She managed to croak out. She picked herself up, her tailbone screaming with pain. She walked off, leaving the statue looking at her retreating back.
Ginny ran up the stairs, and somehow, ended up at the Fat Lady Portrait. Luckily for her, she was taking an afternoon nap, and sleepily revealed the empty common room. Thank goodness she's not entirely awake. I hate people who pretend to act concerned. She thought.
She walked into the common room, not really seeing it as a whole, just parts here and there. She climbed the stairs, and went into her dorm. Seeing the familiarity of things, she jumped on to her bed, and lay there, letting her pent up tears flow unchecked.
How can I go from feeling fine, to feeling lousy in so little time? She asked herself, but no answer came. She cried until her face felt raw, and flushed. She had never felt so small and lonely in her entire life. She curled up into a ball, and closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to come and claim her.
The next morning, Ginny woke up, still feeling the pain of last night. Around her, girls were sleeping peacefully. She got out of her bed. and stepped in a pile of clothes. HER clothes, she realized.
Looking around, she saw that her trunk lay wide open, everything spilling out of it. She glanced frantically around. Her journal that she had bought over the summer, after saving her money for a month was still there on her nightstand, she opened it up, and inspected it, it looked fine, save for the page after her most recent entry, Someone had written cruel, and hateful words on it, in blood red ink.
"Why? I didn't do anything!" she said, as a fresh wave of tears enveloped her.
She buried her face in her pillow, and stifled her sobs. Try as hard as she could, the girls still heard her. The got out of bed, and surrounded Ginny, laughing at how pathetic she was.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted, lifting her head from the pillow.
This caused more laughter.
Ginny took two deep breaths, and got out of her bed. Wordlessly, she picked up her clothes, and calmly put them back into her trunk. She opened to the page in the journal with the writing on it, she ripped it out, and threw it in the garbage. She shut the curtains to her bed, and got dressed.
By the time she had reopened to curtains, no one was laughing. They were all throwing her venomous looks.
"Don't waste your time. It's not bothering me in the least." She said/
But in truth, on the inside she was crying her eyes out.
Breakfast wasn't any better. Ginny sat down next to people she didn't know, but even they glared at her, and tormented her while she ate mechanically, barely tasting her food. She ignored them, trying to think of happy thoughts, but it was getting so hard.
* * * *
By the end of the day, Ginny was red eyed, from trying hold back her tears, She walked through the hallways, not even seeing the people's glares anymore. Her soul felt like it had been ripped apart, and then shattered into a thousand piece with a hammer. She felt lower than the scum of the earth. She sighed quietly, and prayed for a miracle to happen.
Just then, Ginny happened to pass by the Great Hall, she suddenly remembered how much fun she had had, even a few days ago, working on the play. the thought made her smile. I have to convince McGonagall to let me back in the play! Then maybe people will stop being angry with me!
Ginny had passed by the Great Hall by then. She walked back, ignoring the stares, and looks of hatred. She opened the door gingerly. As luck would have it, the Professor was there, alone.
"Professor?" she asked timidly.
McGonagall looked up from her book. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw Ginny, but then they returned to their usual, impassive state.
"May I help you?" she asked, evenly.
Hearing someone talk civilly to her, instead of cruel and venomous, was almost Ginny's undoing. With great effort, she opened her mouth to speak.
"I wanted to talk to you about the play." She said, surprised at the calmness in her voice.
"And what is it you would like to say Miss Weasley?"
Suddenly, Ginny broke down. Tears were streaming down her face, and she fell to her knees.
"Miss Weasley? Are you alright?"
This, of course, made Ginny sob harder. She's being so nice! I' not used to this. She thought.
"I'm alright." She said through her tears.
Her tears were subsiding, even as we speak. Soon, Ginny had stopped crying. A small shudder ran through her body.
"Now Miss Weasley. what was that all about?" The Professor asked,
"I'm so sorry that you had to see that. It's just that." she trailed off. "What Miss Weasley?"
"Well. I was kind of hoping that you would.. let me be Wendy again?" as soon as she said those words, Professor McGonagall stared at her.
"Miss Weasley." She began, and for a second, Ginny thought she would say yes, but then, she continued. "I'm afraid I can't let you back in the play. You're acting, while good in the beginning, has dwindled down somewhat. I'm sorry, but I stand by my decision."
Ginny felt like crying. Why do bad things always happen to me?
"Can't you reconsider? Please? This play means so much to me!" Ginny cried out of desperation.
The Professor was now frowning.
"Miss Weasley, I have told you my decision, and I WILL stand by it. You may exit the way you came in."
Knowing it was futile to press further, Ginny walked out of the great hall, like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. I won't be defeated that easily.. Came her determined thought.
Ginny sighed, and went upstairs, and to her dorm, trying yet again, to ignore the glares of everyone she passed by. One safe in her dorm, she pulled the curtains to her bed, wishing things were different. What good will wishing do? No amount of a miracle will save me now. The tears Ginny had been holding back now erupted. She sobbed into her pillow, hanging on for dear life, the last of her sanity.
* * * *
An odd croaking noise woke Ginny up in the early morning. She opened her sleepy eyes, and glanced around the bed. Everything looked fine. except for the covers looked a little lumpy. She pulled back the covers to reveal a bullfrog. It's croaking had been what had awoken her.
Ginny opened her mouth to scream, but upon closer inspection, saw that it was Neville's frog. Those girls must've put him in here to scare me. she thought, But I won't give them the satisfaction of screaming. She knew the girls were listening, waiting for her to scream, but instead she said loudly,
"Awe! What a cute frog. So adorable. Wonder if it's a cute prince."
She almost smiled at the thought of how surprised the girls would be. She pulled back the covers, expecting to see shocked expressions, instead she saw the girls smirking, and laughing.
"What's so funny?" she asked. Ginny could feel her face heating up.
"How pathetic are you? You hang around frogs? Are you a guy or something?" One of them asked.
"No. But I happen to know this frog."
"She's intimate with a frog! This is so great."
The girls went on, laughing at her expense. Ginny sighed. It was going to be another long day..
Somehow, Ginny got through most of her classes, but just barely. By the end of the day, her eyes were red from crying. She cried in transfiguration, and everyone laughed at her. The teacher had been out of the classroom at the time. Now she was lugging her stuff upstairs.
Ginny was so deep in thought, she didn't see the foot that was in her path. Of course she tripped over it, and sent her, and all of her stuff flying down the stairs. She was unhurt, but now she caused a spectacle of herself. Again. Worse yet, a quick glance told her that her robes were ripped.
After picking her stuff up, Ginny hurried upstairs, watching where she was going, and somehow, made it back to her dorm, unscathed. Her eyes were so blurred with tears, she didn't even SEE the glares of the people anymore. She curled up in a tight ball in her bed, and lay there, wondering how much worse life could get.
Ginny found out at dinnertime. She sat at the far end of the table, and when her plate was filled, she barely tasted the food. Nothing was good anymore, Not even the food. The Professor happened to walk by, and when she passed by Ginny, without even thinking about it, asked her again for another chance in the play.
"I told you no Miss Weasley, I believe I said no. Since you don't seem to be listening, I'm going to dock 10 points off your house."
The people around her glared more harshly at Ginny. Great.. now I'm losing house points for everyone. I should just transfer to another school, and be over with it. She thought.
"Hey Weasel! Kissed any frogs lately?"
Ginny groaned, and was now fighting back the tears. Yet again.
"No I haven't Malfoy." She said, in a barely audible voice.
"Well you should, because your breath is so bad, only a frog would let you kiss him anyways!"
Everyone around him erupted in laughter. Ginny felt her eyes burning.
"Oh! Is Weasel going to cry now? What a baby!"
The taunting got to be too much for her. Ginny ran from the table, nearly crashing into the door. How many times had she cried in the last two days? Tears were dripping onto her robes. Luckily for her, everyone was at dinner, so she made it to her dorm with nobody staring at her, or laughing at her. She lay on her bed, and sobbed.
When Ginny had clamed down somewhat, she opened her journal, and decided to write up her pent up feelings. She wrote for twenty minutes, and finally came up with a poem.
I Am Nobody
I feel so lonely
Detached from the world
Dangling off the edge of a precipice
Ready to slip off at any moment
The thread of reality has been broken
I float around, with no place to anchor my soul
I'm in a void
It's binding power strips me of myself
I have no identity
I am everything, and nothing at all
My world is permanently twisted
I pray for death as my release
Salvation does not come
I'm still existing in this dark time
Fate won't intervene anymore
I'm lost in the sands of eternal suffering
No one will save me
People continue on with their lives
Living like mindless drones
Only I saw through the mask; I broke free from the hypocrisy
But at what price?
Loneliness, pain and suffering are all I know anymore
Sometimes late at night, I hear voices
Mocking me, laughing at my stupidity
I scream and write in torture
But the night can be very long and cruel
The pounding walls are closing me in
Grasping, clawing for air
Feeling my very bones being crushed under the strain
A single, salty tear drips onto my finger
It hurts so much
I wish for a moment in time, someone could actually stop to care
But in reality, I have to face facts
I will forever be alone
A single pair of footsteps walking along the beach
The pain of escape clouds my future
Will I ever be truly free?
Alone. Always Alone.
Ginny read her poem, and sighed. She felt much better after writing her frustrations down. She curled up under her covers, and was able to sleep peacefully that night.
* * * *
The next day, Ginny woke up, and almost immediately her stomach started growling. I missed dinner last night. I should go down and get some food now. She thought. She slipped quietly out of bed, and went downstairs. Funny how no one had taunted her yet this morning. Maybe things are finally looking up for me.
Ginny reached the Great Hall in no time. There were a handful of people down there, and aside from glaring at her, no one really bothered her. She sat down, puzzled by the sudden turn of events. No one said anything to her at all. Ginny was actually able to eat her breakfast without crying.
The day passed by quickly. Ginny was still upset, but it didn't hurt as much. No one insulted her, or talked to her. It was like she didn't even exist. Now it felt like when Malfoy had ignored her, but a deeper pain. She walked by the great hall, and thought about trying to ask McGonagall again to let her back in the play. She has to let me back in the play. she just HAS to. Ginny opened the door, and looked inside. She was so shocked at what she saw, she couldn't speak, only stare, horrified at the bizarre scene in front of her.
Malfoy was prancing around the room, with a set of books on his head. He was singing "I feel pretty" in a high pitched voice, and his robes were pulled up, so she could see his legs. Just then, Malfoy stopped singing, and glanced down at his legs.
"I should shave these things. They're so hairy." He said, shuddering.
Ginny quietly shut the door, and went up to her dorm. She was very disturbed by what she saw. At dinnertime, she saw McGonagall walking towards her, and figured the worst. She's going to yell at me again. Ginny thought. Instead, the Professor approached her.
"Miss Weasley. I've been thinking. I do know how much this play means to you, so I'm willing to give you a second chance.."
Ginny could hardly believe her ears.
"..If you can get the support of one other cast member. I'll be waiting at 3:30 tomorrow, for whom ever you choose."
"Thank you Professor." Ginny said.
Things were looking up for Ginny. After dinner, she went up to the common room, and sat down on the couch. No one bothered her. Now. who should I get to support me? She asked herself.
Since no one was talking to her, it was going to be very difficult. The only one who acted normal around her, was Malfoy.Suddenly she remembered the gruesome sight she'd seen earlier. Maybe I can get Malfoy to support me.. She laughed out loud. Tomorrow is going to be a very interesting day. for the first time in days, Ginny grinned.
* * * *
The next day seemed to take forever for Ginny. All of her classes seemed twice as slow. Eventually, they were dismissed for the day. Ginny was practically dying by then. She raced out of the classroom, and to where she most often saw Malfoy hanging around after school. Sure enough, he was there, talking to his friends.
"Malfoy" Ginny said, approaching him.
He glared at her. "What do you want Weasel?" he asked.
She got to the point.
"I need to talk to you alone." She said.
His friends started needling him. He shoved them off with a sneer.
"This had better be good Weasel." He said, looking more sour than ever.
"Oh it is." she took a deep breath. "I need someone to tell McGonagall that I'm a good actress, so I can be in the play again."
Malfoy stared at her for about three seconds, and then burst out laughing.
"Why would I want to do something stupid like that?" He asked, when he had calmed down somewhat.
Ginny smiled sardonically at him.
"Because I know something about you, that could ruin your reputation, if I spread it over the school."
"You don't know anything Weasel." His glare was back.
"Oh I don't do I? Well then, I'll just tell the school that you prance around walking like a model, singing "I feel pretty" at the top of your lungs, talking about shaving your legs."
She saw Malfoy's look expression change into defensive mode.
"No one is going to believe it Weasel!" he said.
"Wanna bet? I can tell the Professors. They still talk to me."
She saw the look on his face. Hatred.
"You're blackmailing me Weasel."
"I know. I'm getting back to you for that little prank you pulled on me that caused my life to be a living nightmare these past few days. You owe me Malfoy."
He glared at her, and she glared at him. Finally, he sighed.
"Alright. I'll do it."
"There's one other thing." Ginny said.
"What's that?"
"You have to stop calling me Weasel."
"What? No way. No deal. I'm not talking." He said
"Well then, say good bye to your reputation."
She opened her mouth.
"Wait. I will. But YOU have to stop calling ME Mad Flea."
"Fine. I will."
"So.. what do I call you then?"
Ginny thought for a moment, and then said.
"Call me Ginny."
A/N: I will hereby apologize to all the Draco lovers out there, for making Draco look like a fool, I just needed an angle here. I know I made everyone OOC, but it's so much more fun to have characters act totally unlike themselves. Yes I know I was unrealistic, but I wanted Ginny to feel lonely here! By the way, the poem is mine. Thanks to all who reviewed, and I will catch up with y'all in chapter 6 (where we start to establish a relationship between the two of them.hee hee hee) Luv Ya lotz! Bandana Gurl AKA BG ~_^
Disclaimer: I don not own the story of Harry Potter (sadly), nor do I own any rights to the story of Peter Pan (it would be nice though). So no suing me! I'm trying to save up to buy a computer! I can't be deprived of my computer, now can I?
Where we last left off.
He waited until she was out of sight, and then walked out of the bathroom, careful not to be seen. As unlikely as it seems, Malfoy was actually beginning to tolerate Ginny.
"But don't let this incident think we're friends, because we're not!" he said to himself.
Famous Last Words.
Chapter Five - Blackmail
Ginny sat down at the dinner table, feeling better than she had in weeks. She noticed that Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren't speaking to her, but she figured she'd give them time. Let them come to her.
She ate her dinner thoughtfully, not really noticing her surroundings. The revelations of the afternoon were slowly wearing off. She was thinking of a way to get back into the play. Ginny somehow knew ,that things were going to be alright now, acting wise. She'd gotten all of her thoughts off her chest. Malfoy had originally meant to harm her, but maybe it was really a blessing in disguise.
". Ginny?" a hesitant voice asked.
Ginny whipped around to face Neville, who, despite the tremor in his voice, looked angrier than shed ever seen him look.
"What?"
"Why'd you say all that stuff? You really hurt Harry, Ron, and Hermione."
Ginny sighed loudly.
"I didn't mean to. I was cursed-" she began, but Neville interrupted her.
"With what? Being a prat?"
Ginny forced back the sudden tears that came to her eyes.
"No, it wasn't me talking-"
"What's your problem? I may be thick sometimes, but do you think I'm blind, and deaf too? I hear you talking. I saw you talking. How can you be so hurtful? I have to wonder at why Harry likes you so much. You're nothing but an insensitive little prat."
With that, he walked away, back to where he sat. She watched him sit down, and saw that the people near him, were glaring at her. Suddenly, it seemed like the entire table was glaring at her, boring their eyes into her soul.
"Stop looking at me!" she shouted.
Conversation stopped in mid sentence. Everyone stared at Ginny, who was turning an awful shade of red. And then, the laughter. Small at first, but it grew, and grew, until everyone was crying tears of laughter. Even the Professors themselves were laughing, though they had no idea what they were laughing AT.
The tears that had threatened her earlier were rapidly rising to the surface. She got up from the table, and ran out of the hall, the laughter still echoing painfully in her ears long after the sound had stopped.
* * * *
Ginny ran down the hall, not caring where she was going. Tears blurred her vision. She crashed into a statue, and fell. Pain enveloped her tailbone.
"Is everything alright dear?" the statue asked, concerned.
"Fine." She managed to croak out. She picked herself up, her tailbone screaming with pain. She walked off, leaving the statue looking at her retreating back.
Ginny ran up the stairs, and somehow, ended up at the Fat Lady Portrait. Luckily for her, she was taking an afternoon nap, and sleepily revealed the empty common room. Thank goodness she's not entirely awake. I hate people who pretend to act concerned. She thought.
She walked into the common room, not really seeing it as a whole, just parts here and there. She climbed the stairs, and went into her dorm. Seeing the familiarity of things, she jumped on to her bed, and lay there, letting her pent up tears flow unchecked.
How can I go from feeling fine, to feeling lousy in so little time? She asked herself, but no answer came. She cried until her face felt raw, and flushed. She had never felt so small and lonely in her entire life. She curled up into a ball, and closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to come and claim her.
The next morning, Ginny woke up, still feeling the pain of last night. Around her, girls were sleeping peacefully. She got out of her bed. and stepped in a pile of clothes. HER clothes, she realized.
Looking around, she saw that her trunk lay wide open, everything spilling out of it. She glanced frantically around. Her journal that she had bought over the summer, after saving her money for a month was still there on her nightstand, she opened it up, and inspected it, it looked fine, save for the page after her most recent entry, Someone had written cruel, and hateful words on it, in blood red ink.
"Why? I didn't do anything!" she said, as a fresh wave of tears enveloped her.
She buried her face in her pillow, and stifled her sobs. Try as hard as she could, the girls still heard her. The got out of bed, and surrounded Ginny, laughing at how pathetic she was.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted, lifting her head from the pillow.
This caused more laughter.
Ginny took two deep breaths, and got out of her bed. Wordlessly, she picked up her clothes, and calmly put them back into her trunk. She opened to the page in the journal with the writing on it, she ripped it out, and threw it in the garbage. She shut the curtains to her bed, and got dressed.
By the time she had reopened to curtains, no one was laughing. They were all throwing her venomous looks.
"Don't waste your time. It's not bothering me in the least." She said/
But in truth, on the inside she was crying her eyes out.
Breakfast wasn't any better. Ginny sat down next to people she didn't know, but even they glared at her, and tormented her while she ate mechanically, barely tasting her food. She ignored them, trying to think of happy thoughts, but it was getting so hard.
* * * *
By the end of the day, Ginny was red eyed, from trying hold back her tears, She walked through the hallways, not even seeing the people's glares anymore. Her soul felt like it had been ripped apart, and then shattered into a thousand piece with a hammer. She felt lower than the scum of the earth. She sighed quietly, and prayed for a miracle to happen.
Just then, Ginny happened to pass by the Great Hall, she suddenly remembered how much fun she had had, even a few days ago, working on the play. the thought made her smile. I have to convince McGonagall to let me back in the play! Then maybe people will stop being angry with me!
Ginny had passed by the Great Hall by then. She walked back, ignoring the stares, and looks of hatred. She opened the door gingerly. As luck would have it, the Professor was there, alone.
"Professor?" she asked timidly.
McGonagall looked up from her book. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw Ginny, but then they returned to their usual, impassive state.
"May I help you?" she asked, evenly.
Hearing someone talk civilly to her, instead of cruel and venomous, was almost Ginny's undoing. With great effort, she opened her mouth to speak.
"I wanted to talk to you about the play." She said, surprised at the calmness in her voice.
"And what is it you would like to say Miss Weasley?"
Suddenly, Ginny broke down. Tears were streaming down her face, and she fell to her knees.
"Miss Weasley? Are you alright?"
This, of course, made Ginny sob harder. She's being so nice! I' not used to this. She thought.
"I'm alright." She said through her tears.
Her tears were subsiding, even as we speak. Soon, Ginny had stopped crying. A small shudder ran through her body.
"Now Miss Weasley. what was that all about?" The Professor asked,
"I'm so sorry that you had to see that. It's just that." she trailed off. "What Miss Weasley?"
"Well. I was kind of hoping that you would.. let me be Wendy again?" as soon as she said those words, Professor McGonagall stared at her.
"Miss Weasley." She began, and for a second, Ginny thought she would say yes, but then, she continued. "I'm afraid I can't let you back in the play. You're acting, while good in the beginning, has dwindled down somewhat. I'm sorry, but I stand by my decision."
Ginny felt like crying. Why do bad things always happen to me?
"Can't you reconsider? Please? This play means so much to me!" Ginny cried out of desperation.
The Professor was now frowning.
"Miss Weasley, I have told you my decision, and I WILL stand by it. You may exit the way you came in."
Knowing it was futile to press further, Ginny walked out of the great hall, like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. I won't be defeated that easily.. Came her determined thought.
Ginny sighed, and went upstairs, and to her dorm, trying yet again, to ignore the glares of everyone she passed by. One safe in her dorm, she pulled the curtains to her bed, wishing things were different. What good will wishing do? No amount of a miracle will save me now. The tears Ginny had been holding back now erupted. She sobbed into her pillow, hanging on for dear life, the last of her sanity.
* * * *
An odd croaking noise woke Ginny up in the early morning. She opened her sleepy eyes, and glanced around the bed. Everything looked fine. except for the covers looked a little lumpy. She pulled back the covers to reveal a bullfrog. It's croaking had been what had awoken her.
Ginny opened her mouth to scream, but upon closer inspection, saw that it was Neville's frog. Those girls must've put him in here to scare me. she thought, But I won't give them the satisfaction of screaming. She knew the girls were listening, waiting for her to scream, but instead she said loudly,
"Awe! What a cute frog. So adorable. Wonder if it's a cute prince."
She almost smiled at the thought of how surprised the girls would be. She pulled back the covers, expecting to see shocked expressions, instead she saw the girls smirking, and laughing.
"What's so funny?" she asked. Ginny could feel her face heating up.
"How pathetic are you? You hang around frogs? Are you a guy or something?" One of them asked.
"No. But I happen to know this frog."
"She's intimate with a frog! This is so great."
The girls went on, laughing at her expense. Ginny sighed. It was going to be another long day..
Somehow, Ginny got through most of her classes, but just barely. By the end of the day, her eyes were red from crying. She cried in transfiguration, and everyone laughed at her. The teacher had been out of the classroom at the time. Now she was lugging her stuff upstairs.
Ginny was so deep in thought, she didn't see the foot that was in her path. Of course she tripped over it, and sent her, and all of her stuff flying down the stairs. She was unhurt, but now she caused a spectacle of herself. Again. Worse yet, a quick glance told her that her robes were ripped.
After picking her stuff up, Ginny hurried upstairs, watching where she was going, and somehow, made it back to her dorm, unscathed. Her eyes were so blurred with tears, she didn't even SEE the glares of the people anymore. She curled up in a tight ball in her bed, and lay there, wondering how much worse life could get.
Ginny found out at dinnertime. She sat at the far end of the table, and when her plate was filled, she barely tasted the food. Nothing was good anymore, Not even the food. The Professor happened to walk by, and when she passed by Ginny, without even thinking about it, asked her again for another chance in the play.
"I told you no Miss Weasley, I believe I said no. Since you don't seem to be listening, I'm going to dock 10 points off your house."
The people around her glared more harshly at Ginny. Great.. now I'm losing house points for everyone. I should just transfer to another school, and be over with it. She thought.
"Hey Weasel! Kissed any frogs lately?"
Ginny groaned, and was now fighting back the tears. Yet again.
"No I haven't Malfoy." She said, in a barely audible voice.
"Well you should, because your breath is so bad, only a frog would let you kiss him anyways!"
Everyone around him erupted in laughter. Ginny felt her eyes burning.
"Oh! Is Weasel going to cry now? What a baby!"
The taunting got to be too much for her. Ginny ran from the table, nearly crashing into the door. How many times had she cried in the last two days? Tears were dripping onto her robes. Luckily for her, everyone was at dinner, so she made it to her dorm with nobody staring at her, or laughing at her. She lay on her bed, and sobbed.
When Ginny had clamed down somewhat, she opened her journal, and decided to write up her pent up feelings. She wrote for twenty minutes, and finally came up with a poem.
I Am Nobody
I feel so lonely
Detached from the world
Dangling off the edge of a precipice
Ready to slip off at any moment
The thread of reality has been broken
I float around, with no place to anchor my soul
I'm in a void
It's binding power strips me of myself
I have no identity
I am everything, and nothing at all
My world is permanently twisted
I pray for death as my release
Salvation does not come
I'm still existing in this dark time
Fate won't intervene anymore
I'm lost in the sands of eternal suffering
No one will save me
People continue on with their lives
Living like mindless drones
Only I saw through the mask; I broke free from the hypocrisy
But at what price?
Loneliness, pain and suffering are all I know anymore
Sometimes late at night, I hear voices
Mocking me, laughing at my stupidity
I scream and write in torture
But the night can be very long and cruel
The pounding walls are closing me in
Grasping, clawing for air
Feeling my very bones being crushed under the strain
A single, salty tear drips onto my finger
It hurts so much
I wish for a moment in time, someone could actually stop to care
But in reality, I have to face facts
I will forever be alone
A single pair of footsteps walking along the beach
The pain of escape clouds my future
Will I ever be truly free?
Alone. Always Alone.
Ginny read her poem, and sighed. She felt much better after writing her frustrations down. She curled up under her covers, and was able to sleep peacefully that night.
* * * *
The next day, Ginny woke up, and almost immediately her stomach started growling. I missed dinner last night. I should go down and get some food now. She thought. She slipped quietly out of bed, and went downstairs. Funny how no one had taunted her yet this morning. Maybe things are finally looking up for me.
Ginny reached the Great Hall in no time. There were a handful of people down there, and aside from glaring at her, no one really bothered her. She sat down, puzzled by the sudden turn of events. No one said anything to her at all. Ginny was actually able to eat her breakfast without crying.
The day passed by quickly. Ginny was still upset, but it didn't hurt as much. No one insulted her, or talked to her. It was like she didn't even exist. Now it felt like when Malfoy had ignored her, but a deeper pain. She walked by the great hall, and thought about trying to ask McGonagall again to let her back in the play. She has to let me back in the play. she just HAS to. Ginny opened the door, and looked inside. She was so shocked at what she saw, she couldn't speak, only stare, horrified at the bizarre scene in front of her.
Malfoy was prancing around the room, with a set of books on his head. He was singing "I feel pretty" in a high pitched voice, and his robes were pulled up, so she could see his legs. Just then, Malfoy stopped singing, and glanced down at his legs.
"I should shave these things. They're so hairy." He said, shuddering.
Ginny quietly shut the door, and went up to her dorm. She was very disturbed by what she saw. At dinnertime, she saw McGonagall walking towards her, and figured the worst. She's going to yell at me again. Ginny thought. Instead, the Professor approached her.
"Miss Weasley. I've been thinking. I do know how much this play means to you, so I'm willing to give you a second chance.."
Ginny could hardly believe her ears.
"..If you can get the support of one other cast member. I'll be waiting at 3:30 tomorrow, for whom ever you choose."
"Thank you Professor." Ginny said.
Things were looking up for Ginny. After dinner, she went up to the common room, and sat down on the couch. No one bothered her. Now. who should I get to support me? She asked herself.
Since no one was talking to her, it was going to be very difficult. The only one who acted normal around her, was Malfoy.Suddenly she remembered the gruesome sight she'd seen earlier. Maybe I can get Malfoy to support me.. She laughed out loud. Tomorrow is going to be a very interesting day. for the first time in days, Ginny grinned.
* * * *
The next day seemed to take forever for Ginny. All of her classes seemed twice as slow. Eventually, they were dismissed for the day. Ginny was practically dying by then. She raced out of the classroom, and to where she most often saw Malfoy hanging around after school. Sure enough, he was there, talking to his friends.
"Malfoy" Ginny said, approaching him.
He glared at her. "What do you want Weasel?" he asked.
She got to the point.
"I need to talk to you alone." She said.
His friends started needling him. He shoved them off with a sneer.
"This had better be good Weasel." He said, looking more sour than ever.
"Oh it is." she took a deep breath. "I need someone to tell McGonagall that I'm a good actress, so I can be in the play again."
Malfoy stared at her for about three seconds, and then burst out laughing.
"Why would I want to do something stupid like that?" He asked, when he had calmed down somewhat.
Ginny smiled sardonically at him.
"Because I know something about you, that could ruin your reputation, if I spread it over the school."
"You don't know anything Weasel." His glare was back.
"Oh I don't do I? Well then, I'll just tell the school that you prance around walking like a model, singing "I feel pretty" at the top of your lungs, talking about shaving your legs."
She saw Malfoy's look expression change into defensive mode.
"No one is going to believe it Weasel!" he said.
"Wanna bet? I can tell the Professors. They still talk to me."
She saw the look on his face. Hatred.
"You're blackmailing me Weasel."
"I know. I'm getting back to you for that little prank you pulled on me that caused my life to be a living nightmare these past few days. You owe me Malfoy."
He glared at her, and she glared at him. Finally, he sighed.
"Alright. I'll do it."
"There's one other thing." Ginny said.
"What's that?"
"You have to stop calling me Weasel."
"What? No way. No deal. I'm not talking." He said
"Well then, say good bye to your reputation."
She opened her mouth.
"Wait. I will. But YOU have to stop calling ME Mad Flea."
"Fine. I will."
"So.. what do I call you then?"
Ginny thought for a moment, and then said.
"Call me Ginny."
A/N: I will hereby apologize to all the Draco lovers out there, for making Draco look like a fool, I just needed an angle here. I know I made everyone OOC, but it's so much more fun to have characters act totally unlike themselves. Yes I know I was unrealistic, but I wanted Ginny to feel lonely here! By the way, the poem is mine. Thanks to all who reviewed, and I will catch up with y'all in chapter 6 (where we start to establish a relationship between the two of them.hee hee hee) Luv Ya lotz! Bandana Gurl AKA BG ~_^
