Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (duh!) All characters belong to JK
Rowling. I do however own the plot.
A/N: Hi there. At the moment this fic is PG13, though it might change in the futur. I'm a quick writer, but unfortunatly I still have homework to do, so I may not get around to updating a lot. I hope, however, to update every weekend. It might not happen, but you can't blame me... I warned you. Enjoy
I remember when everything used to be so simple. I had good relationship with my parents, my brothers. I even had a childish crush on Harry Potter, 'the boy who lived'. I had no worries, no responsibilities. Life was perfect. Then the Chamber of secrets happened. My first year at Hogwarts changed me. When I went home that summer I was no longer the same innocent girl. Slowly I changed things about myself. By the end for my third year I didn't care about 'the boy who lived'. By the time my forth year came by I was ignoring my brother Ron and his pathetic friend Hermione Granger; who thought she had the answers to everything. Eventually I distanced myself from my family, and from most people. Fifth year went painfully slow. I never talked to anyone unless I had to, and no one spoke to me unless they were forced to. I dyed my hair black that year. It didn't come out the way I wanted it. I was left with black hair with a tinch of red in it. I still didn't wear makeup... I just didn't like the stuff, but I did paint my nails a black colour. During the summer after my fifth year my Grandmother died. She left all her money to me. Leaving a note saying:
Virginia, I lived most of my life alone because I would not let anyone in. Do not become like me. Share your life with others. Your loving Grandmother Arwen Weasley.
My dear Grandmother had left me loads of money, and not a single sickle went to anyone else. I bought all my school supplies with it. I even got some new school robes and dress robes. I was very proud of myself. Of course no one else was. I remember Potter telling me I should give some money to my parents, since they were always scrounging around for some. I told him to kiss my lily white arse, cause I didn't give a shit. Now it's the first of September and I'm on the Hogwarts express travelling to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry to attend my sixth year. I sit alone in my compartment at the end of the train. I can hear the excited first years racing up and down the corridor making a racket. I'm staring out the window watching trees pass by, bored out of my mind. I was nearly asleep when the compartment door slide open.
"Oh look Dracie there's a weasel in our compartment." Screeched Pansy Parkinson. I just remembered how annoying her voice was; so high pitch the your ears burst when she spoke.
Draco Malfoy looked over Pansy's shoulder. Her smirked at me. Turning back to Pansy he said. "Get in before Creevy takes our picture with that damned muggle camera." shoving Pansy forward. Draco then came into the compartment followed quickly by Blaise Zambini, who shut the door behind them.
Pansy and Blaise sat across from me, and Draco remained standing. After a few moments of glaring at me Pansy pouted "Dracie, make the weasel leave."
"Pansy, do shut your mouth." Draco growled.
"But Dracie..." Pansy started but quickly stopped when Draco gave her an evil look.
Still staring out the window, I began to giggle. I tried to hold it back but it was no use. The three Slytherins stared at me, angerly. Their looks just made me laugh harder. I found it extremely funny that the all superior Slytherins were arguing.
"Don't you need to go beg for money somewhere, Weasley?" Draco snarled.
I stopped laughing. I couldn't believe that after years of ignoring my family, after changing myself, that I would still be insulted by the stereotypical insults that follow the Weasley family. I held my tears back. No matter what I do, no one will ever see that I am different, that I am my own person and not just another Weasley.
I never meant to laugh at them... well maybe I did, but I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. I stared at feet and began to study the rubber solesof my shoes. "Leave me be, Malfoy." I said rather quietly.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but Blaise interrupted. "Ah come on Draco. Leave the poor girl alone."
Strangely it didn't seem wrong for Blaise to me defending me. He had always been nice to me in the past. In fact he usually stood up for most students when they were being pushed around. Blaise Zambini was definitely not your normal Slytherin guy.
"Blaise, she's a Gryff. It's our duty as Slytherins to make her life miserable." Pansy said.
I saw Blaise roll his eyes at that and then said "Oh put a sock in it before I tell the whole train that you like Potter!"
I gasped. Pansy likes Harry???? It just didn't seem possible. "Blaise Unther Zambini, don't you dare utter a word to anyone about that!" Pansy screamed. She stood up and towered over Blaise and gave him an evil glare, daring him to do something.
My attention shot over to Draco when I heard him chuckle. I starred at him for a short moment. I had never seen him break loose from his smirk before. He seemed almost pleasant at that moment. Draco caught me starring at him. We held our gaze. I think it was around that time that Blaise and Pansy noticed that we were still in the compartment. Pansy cleared her throat snapping Draco and I out of our trance. I brought my glance over to the two Slytherins. Blaise opened his mouth to say something but didn't get the chance to have any sound come out because the train came to a shuddering halt launching Blaise across the compartment.
A/N: Well you've read it. Hopefully you enjoyed it. If you want to review, go right ahead... if you want to flame, go right ahead. It's all good.
A/N: Hi there. At the moment this fic is PG13, though it might change in the futur. I'm a quick writer, but unfortunatly I still have homework to do, so I may not get around to updating a lot. I hope, however, to update every weekend. It might not happen, but you can't blame me... I warned you. Enjoy
I remember when everything used to be so simple. I had good relationship with my parents, my brothers. I even had a childish crush on Harry Potter, 'the boy who lived'. I had no worries, no responsibilities. Life was perfect. Then the Chamber of secrets happened. My first year at Hogwarts changed me. When I went home that summer I was no longer the same innocent girl. Slowly I changed things about myself. By the end for my third year I didn't care about 'the boy who lived'. By the time my forth year came by I was ignoring my brother Ron and his pathetic friend Hermione Granger; who thought she had the answers to everything. Eventually I distanced myself from my family, and from most people. Fifth year went painfully slow. I never talked to anyone unless I had to, and no one spoke to me unless they were forced to. I dyed my hair black that year. It didn't come out the way I wanted it. I was left with black hair with a tinch of red in it. I still didn't wear makeup... I just didn't like the stuff, but I did paint my nails a black colour. During the summer after my fifth year my Grandmother died. She left all her money to me. Leaving a note saying:
Virginia, I lived most of my life alone because I would not let anyone in. Do not become like me. Share your life with others. Your loving Grandmother Arwen Weasley.
My dear Grandmother had left me loads of money, and not a single sickle went to anyone else. I bought all my school supplies with it. I even got some new school robes and dress robes. I was very proud of myself. Of course no one else was. I remember Potter telling me I should give some money to my parents, since they were always scrounging around for some. I told him to kiss my lily white arse, cause I didn't give a shit. Now it's the first of September and I'm on the Hogwarts express travelling to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry to attend my sixth year. I sit alone in my compartment at the end of the train. I can hear the excited first years racing up and down the corridor making a racket. I'm staring out the window watching trees pass by, bored out of my mind. I was nearly asleep when the compartment door slide open.
"Oh look Dracie there's a weasel in our compartment." Screeched Pansy Parkinson. I just remembered how annoying her voice was; so high pitch the your ears burst when she spoke.
Draco Malfoy looked over Pansy's shoulder. Her smirked at me. Turning back to Pansy he said. "Get in before Creevy takes our picture with that damned muggle camera." shoving Pansy forward. Draco then came into the compartment followed quickly by Blaise Zambini, who shut the door behind them.
Pansy and Blaise sat across from me, and Draco remained standing. After a few moments of glaring at me Pansy pouted "Dracie, make the weasel leave."
"Pansy, do shut your mouth." Draco growled.
"But Dracie..." Pansy started but quickly stopped when Draco gave her an evil look.
Still staring out the window, I began to giggle. I tried to hold it back but it was no use. The three Slytherins stared at me, angerly. Their looks just made me laugh harder. I found it extremely funny that the all superior Slytherins were arguing.
"Don't you need to go beg for money somewhere, Weasley?" Draco snarled.
I stopped laughing. I couldn't believe that after years of ignoring my family, after changing myself, that I would still be insulted by the stereotypical insults that follow the Weasley family. I held my tears back. No matter what I do, no one will ever see that I am different, that I am my own person and not just another Weasley.
I never meant to laugh at them... well maybe I did, but I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. I stared at feet and began to study the rubber solesof my shoes. "Leave me be, Malfoy." I said rather quietly.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but Blaise interrupted. "Ah come on Draco. Leave the poor girl alone."
Strangely it didn't seem wrong for Blaise to me defending me. He had always been nice to me in the past. In fact he usually stood up for most students when they were being pushed around. Blaise Zambini was definitely not your normal Slytherin guy.
"Blaise, she's a Gryff. It's our duty as Slytherins to make her life miserable." Pansy said.
I saw Blaise roll his eyes at that and then said "Oh put a sock in it before I tell the whole train that you like Potter!"
I gasped. Pansy likes Harry???? It just didn't seem possible. "Blaise Unther Zambini, don't you dare utter a word to anyone about that!" Pansy screamed. She stood up and towered over Blaise and gave him an evil glare, daring him to do something.
My attention shot over to Draco when I heard him chuckle. I starred at him for a short moment. I had never seen him break loose from his smirk before. He seemed almost pleasant at that moment. Draco caught me starring at him. We held our gaze. I think it was around that time that Blaise and Pansy noticed that we were still in the compartment. Pansy cleared her throat snapping Draco and I out of our trance. I brought my glance over to the two Slytherins. Blaise opened his mouth to say something but didn't get the chance to have any sound come out because the train came to a shuddering halt launching Blaise across the compartment.
A/N: Well you've read it. Hopefully you enjoyed it. If you want to review, go right ahead... if you want to flame, go right ahead. It's all good.