A/N…. Well, after abandoning my first fic, I thought long and hard about what type of story to write. After much consideration, I decided to make another D/G, but slightly different. Let me know what you think!!!! Review! If you want, that is…

Magical Mysticism

The sunlight was streaming in through the open window in Ginny Weasley's room at the Burrow, her temporary place of residence. Only one month left, Ginny thought. She was really looking forward to getting back to school, and leaving her house, and family behind. The thing that made it even worse was that Ron, her brother, was having his friends, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger, over.

For the next few weeks, Ginny would be a slave to her mother, who always insisted she "be nice around the guests". Being nice, of course, meant that she was responsible for the cleaning, Ron's chores, and whatever else her mother didn't feel like doing.

Only a month left. Then Ginny would be back at school, where, although she didn't have any friends, she would at least have school work to occupy her mind. 15 year old Ginny wasn't very social. Her first year was responsible for that.

Before she had any chance to make any new friends, there was Tom, and, after Harry "saved" her from him, everyone was scared of her. He probably expected her to be down on her knees, thanking the wondrous Harry Potter from hurting her friends.

Plus, there were all the "terror" stories told to first years, wandering through the halls after her.

"There goes Ginny Weasley, the girl who was possessed by You-Know-Who!".

Some brave first year had even asked her once if she still talked to him.

No, Ginny was better off left alone. If she didn't have any contact with anyone, if she didn't have any friends at all, then she wouldn't have to make excuses about her friendship with Tom. People wouldn't understand that the monster who's very name had come to be a symbol of fear, was once a person.

A human, Slytherin though he may be, who cared, and loved, and strived to be the best, despite being dumped in some horrible Muggle orphanage when he was younger.

It hadn't taken much writing in the diary before she fell in love with him.

At first it was because he looked so much like Harry, with the same dark hair, and sparkling eyes. Then it was because of his personality, the way he would always listen to all of her problems. The way that when he'd talk to her, she'd felt that he'd understood her, hadn't brushed her aside like Ron had, when she'd tried to talk to him before.

That was when she'd lost faith in Harry Potter saving the world from the "evil" that was the Dark Lord. But the Dark Lord and Tom were completely different people. Voldemort was a horrid, Muggle-hating, nearly dead creature where Tom was very much alive and powerful, and he cared about her. He had told her so.

So Ginny couldn't give up hope of meeting him again, seeing Tom. Now that Voldemort was back, surely she'd have another chance to speak to her dear, beloved Tom Riddle. Ginny wasn't a Death Eater, although, honestly, she wasn't sure if, given the chance, she would be or not.

That was when she'd stopped liking Harry. She had only liked him for a short while. How dare he try to defeat Tom, who was innocent, pure-hearted. She stilled turned red around him, mostly from anger.

Ginny knew that Harry thought she still liked him. He had such an ego, he thought the entire wizarding world revolved around him. Come to mention it, most of the wizarding world thought that they should revolve around Harry. But not Ginny.

Grr… Two days before the Boy-Who-Lived pranced into her life again. Ginny had changed a lot over the summer, and this year, she wouldn't take anymore of his selfishness, his ego, his pride. He had more money than all the Weasley's combined, and, though he stayed here every summer, never offered a Knut to her parents.

Not that they would accept, of course. It's just that when he and Hermione were here, it was another two people to feed, and shelter, not to mention all the money it cost having professional protection charms placed around the house and yard.

Of course, Harry wouldn't know about those. He was to busy thinking of ways to save the world to notice that everywhere he went, he was safe from all harm.

Stepping out of bed and looking into her mirror, who was still snoring lightly, Ginny could tell that she had changed in the looks department, definitely for the better.

Her neon-red Weasley hair had darkened considerably to a deep auburn, working well with her light, never-tanning skin. Her freckles, however, stood out, due to the huge amount of sun received over the holidays. They were a part of Ginny, though, and she had come to accept them.

Looking down at her body wasn't too horrible, either. Time spent outdoors degnoming the garden, and working in the sun had given her a figure that was pretty enviable, with curves in the right places. She couldn't wait to return to school.

"Virginia Kaye Weasley, get down here and serve breakfast now! You're brothers are waiting!" Molly Weasley's shrill voice rang from downstairs. Don't be mistaken, Ginny knew that her parents loved her, and they did, but as the only girl, a lot of the housework-y, domestic stuff was left to her.

Still in her raggedy old pajama's, Ginny left the solitude of her room, bracing herself for another "family gathering." The fact that Bill and Charlie, who were almost never home, had showed up, thrilled Ginny. Bill was by far her favorite brother, always treating her differently than the others.

Bill was really the only one she could talk to, the only one other than Tom who had understood. She hadn't told Bill that though. She felt that maybe, although understanding in a lot of departments, he wouldn't appreciate a comparison to Voldemort.

But Bill was a good one to talk to. He was considered an outsider a lot, too, and knew what she was going through. Besides, being the youngest and the oldest, no matter how many years apart, left for some bond their.

Trudging down the stairs almost in a trance, Ginny arrived in the kitchen, and started serving pancakes and bacon to her ravenous brothers, then grabbed a portion for herself. She was seated next to Bill, who, between wolfing down bites of food, struck up a conversation with her.

"So, Gin, what are you planning for the rest of the summer?" Bits of pancakes were nearly coming out of his mouth, but Ginny understood, and answered in a monotone voice, sighing-

"The same, I guess. When do you go back to Egypt?"

Charlie got a smirk on his face, and gulped down his breakfast with a swig of orange juice.

"Well, I was hoping to head back to Egypt tomorrow, if you'll be ready by then."

Ginny nearly choked on her pancake. Was that an invitation to go with him?

"What?"

"Well, Mum and Dad said it was okay if I showed you the sights of Cairo for a few weeks while Hermione and Harry are here. That way, you get some nice, quiet time alone."

Away from Potter! Ginny thought, what better way to spend the rest of my break!

Realizing she had not answered Bill yet, she hastened to do so.

"Of course I'll go with you!!! We leave tomorrow, then? I have to go pack!"

"Calm down, Gin." Bill said, smiling down at his little sister, as she began nearly bouncing off the walls. "You'll have time for that later today."

Ginny of, course, could not be deterred. Gulping down the rest of breakfast in a bite, Ginny yelled a thanks to her parents, and ran upstairs.

Spending nearly a month away from the run-down, dilapidated Burrow, away from her hordes of brothers, away from her whole life. Right then and there, Ginny Weasley made a pact to come home different, changed somehow, to make the whole world notice her.

Well, that's just the first chapter. Ginny's not evil, yet, anyway. Next chapter there will be some angst-y Draco. Tell me what you think, or if I should continue it, or if there's anything you strongly dislike! Take the time to review, and I take the time to thank you!

-Leuca