AN: I'm writing this fic fast! I really don't know why. The words just come
out. I really know where I'm going with this story, unlike the other ones
I'm writing. So read this and please review!
Chapter Three
"So...we have Potions with Professor Snape first today." My friend Lenny told me at breakfast the next morning.
The Great Hall was buzzing. Everyone was talking about their schedules. Mine isn't so bad. I have Care of Magical Creatures right after Potions...I just hope that Hagrid didn't do anything this year that might kill me.
After we were through with breakfast, Lenny and I began to head back to Gryffyndor Tower, before classes began. We both still needed to get our books.
So Lenny and I walked down the corridor, talking and laughing, and I manage to bump shoulders with someone. Silly me doesn't pay attention to where I'm going.
"Watch it, Weasel." Malfoy said to me coldly. He was with his goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
I met his eyes for the second time in two days. His cold, steel eyes. For some reason he could make me feel completely helpless. "I'm sorry." I said coolly. If Harry were here...he could punch Malfoy in the nose.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle snickered. "Gryffyndors..." Malfoy said as they walked away.
Lenny shook her head as she watched him walk away. "What a jerk," She said, "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yes, I'm fine." I told her.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Of course...I've learned to just ignore Malfoy. He'll always be mean. It's his way." I assured her, as we began to walk down the hall again.
"I am starved" Lenny said when we left our last class of the day, Transfiguration with Professor McGonnagal.
I nodded. I was too. The first days of classes are always the most tiring. The two of us took a seat at the Gryffyndor. I sat next to Harry.
When he turned to me and said, "Hey Ginny, how were your classes?" I swear I turned as red as my hair. I probably looked like a tomato.
"Uh...good. They were good." I stammered.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Ginny...you are so weird." He said.
I glared at him as he began to put food on his plate. Ron knows about my crush on Harry. He's always known. It's because I told him. He teases me endlessly about it.
Harry also knows. Ron told him. I think he purposely tries to embarrass me. It's a sort of game to them. The "How Red Can Ginny Go" game. They're so mean...
Harry's less mean, of course. It's mostly just Ron.
"Well I just love my classes," Hermione spoke, "I find them all facinating already. I just hope I do well..."
I wasn't going to listen to Hermione go into a detailed description of her classes. I didn't have that time. Ron wasn't listening, either. He never did. I think that he has a very short attention span when it comes to Hermione talking. Harry wasn't listening. He was looking over at the Ravenclaw...
At Cho Chang.
He had this dreamy look on his face as he watched her laughing with her friends. It was sickening. How can he still like a girl who continually brushes him off? She doesn't even like him...She's not even that pretty.
Oh, who am I kidding? She's gorgeous. I only wish I could look like her.
"Hello, Ginny!" Neville said cheerfully from behind me.
I turned around. "Oh, hello Neville." I said with a smile.
He smiled back. "H-how are you doing today?" He asked.
"Just fine," I answered, "And you?"
Ron made gagging noises from across the table. I turned to him and said, "Shut up, Ron!"
He laughed. "Neville," He said, "Please don't flirt with my sister right in front of me. I may just have to hit you, or curse you, and I really don't have the energy to do either. And Ginny...stop pretending to like him. It's quite sad really."
Neville turned pink and walked away. Ron had embarrassed him. Ron had embarrassed me.
"Ron!" I hissed, "That was so mean!"
"Well, he should know by now that you don't like him."
"Just because I don't like him that way doesn't mean that I can't be friendly." I said.
"You're leading him on, Gin."
"Oh, no I'm not!" I yelled loudly, "He's my friend!"
"Ginny," Lenny whispered, poking my arm, "You might want to quiet down. People are staring."
I looked around, and sure enough people from all tables had turned around and were watching my fight with my brother. Embarrassed, I got up to leave. "Ron...I'm going to kill you." I muttered before walking away.
As I walked past the Slytherin table I heard Malfoy say loudly, "I didn't know weasels could yell. I thought they squeaked." Everybody around him laughed hysterically.
It wasn't even that funny...
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Chapter Three
"So...we have Potions with Professor Snape first today." My friend Lenny told me at breakfast the next morning.
The Great Hall was buzzing. Everyone was talking about their schedules. Mine isn't so bad. I have Care of Magical Creatures right after Potions...I just hope that Hagrid didn't do anything this year that might kill me.
After we were through with breakfast, Lenny and I began to head back to Gryffyndor Tower, before classes began. We both still needed to get our books.
So Lenny and I walked down the corridor, talking and laughing, and I manage to bump shoulders with someone. Silly me doesn't pay attention to where I'm going.
"Watch it, Weasel." Malfoy said to me coldly. He was with his goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
I met his eyes for the second time in two days. His cold, steel eyes. For some reason he could make me feel completely helpless. "I'm sorry." I said coolly. If Harry were here...he could punch Malfoy in the nose.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle snickered. "Gryffyndors..." Malfoy said as they walked away.
Lenny shook her head as she watched him walk away. "What a jerk," She said, "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yes, I'm fine." I told her.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Of course...I've learned to just ignore Malfoy. He'll always be mean. It's his way." I assured her, as we began to walk down the hall again.
"I am starved" Lenny said when we left our last class of the day, Transfiguration with Professor McGonnagal.
I nodded. I was too. The first days of classes are always the most tiring. The two of us took a seat at the Gryffyndor. I sat next to Harry.
When he turned to me and said, "Hey Ginny, how were your classes?" I swear I turned as red as my hair. I probably looked like a tomato.
"Uh...good. They were good." I stammered.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Ginny...you are so weird." He said.
I glared at him as he began to put food on his plate. Ron knows about my crush on Harry. He's always known. It's because I told him. He teases me endlessly about it.
Harry also knows. Ron told him. I think he purposely tries to embarrass me. It's a sort of game to them. The "How Red Can Ginny Go" game. They're so mean...
Harry's less mean, of course. It's mostly just Ron.
"Well I just love my classes," Hermione spoke, "I find them all facinating already. I just hope I do well..."
I wasn't going to listen to Hermione go into a detailed description of her classes. I didn't have that time. Ron wasn't listening, either. He never did. I think that he has a very short attention span when it comes to Hermione talking. Harry wasn't listening. He was looking over at the Ravenclaw...
At Cho Chang.
He had this dreamy look on his face as he watched her laughing with her friends. It was sickening. How can he still like a girl who continually brushes him off? She doesn't even like him...She's not even that pretty.
Oh, who am I kidding? She's gorgeous. I only wish I could look like her.
"Hello, Ginny!" Neville said cheerfully from behind me.
I turned around. "Oh, hello Neville." I said with a smile.
He smiled back. "H-how are you doing today?" He asked.
"Just fine," I answered, "And you?"
Ron made gagging noises from across the table. I turned to him and said, "Shut up, Ron!"
He laughed. "Neville," He said, "Please don't flirt with my sister right in front of me. I may just have to hit you, or curse you, and I really don't have the energy to do either. And Ginny...stop pretending to like him. It's quite sad really."
Neville turned pink and walked away. Ron had embarrassed him. Ron had embarrassed me.
"Ron!" I hissed, "That was so mean!"
"Well, he should know by now that you don't like him."
"Just because I don't like him that way doesn't mean that I can't be friendly." I said.
"You're leading him on, Gin."
"Oh, no I'm not!" I yelled loudly, "He's my friend!"
"Ginny," Lenny whispered, poking my arm, "You might want to quiet down. People are staring."
I looked around, and sure enough people from all tables had turned around and were watching my fight with my brother. Embarrassed, I got up to leave. "Ron...I'm going to kill you." I muttered before walking away.
As I walked past the Slytherin table I heard Malfoy say loudly, "I didn't know weasels could yell. I thought they squeaked." Everybody around him laughed hysterically.
It wasn't even that funny...
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R-E-V-I-E-W! Find out what it means to me! I know that didn't rhyme, but you get it. REVIEW!