A/N: I am very very sorry for the ridiculously long time period between
this update and the last one. However, I was experiencing major writer's
block and just needed a break. I cant promise the updates will be as quick
as they used to be, but as of now I'm trying to get back on track. It's
been a crazy month around here. Also, I've been working on a new story.
It's called "Fear of Needles". I'd be grateful if you would check that one
out, I personally think it's going to be much better than this one. I just
don't like writing sequels.
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The sun was peeking out behind a few gray clouds. The students were waiting by their luggage for the train to arrive; they were already at Platform 9 ¾. Draco yawned, just as Ginny was looking up at him. She yawned as well, as if on instinct.
Blaise was sitting on her luggage behind Ginny. She hadn't spoken since they had been on the carriage, and Ginny had decided not to press her. If Blaise wanted to talk to her, she would.
The sixth year grinned in remembrance of the ride to the station. Anthony Goldstein had sat wide-eyed and open mouthed the rest of the ride, and hurled himself out of the door nearly before they had come to a complete stop. Blaise had scared the daylights out of him.
Though in all honesty, Blaise had scared Ginny a little bit too. She had realized then that there was way more to Blaise then she knew. She wasn't just the quiet Slytherin girl; there was some sort of reason behind it. Some reason Ginny couldn't even begin to guess. She turned to look at Blaise. She was sitting hunched over, her long black hair spilling into her face, so that it couldn't be seen. Ginny sighed, and turned around. She copied Blaise and sat on her luggage. She couldn't talk to anyone at the moment. Her Gryffindor friends seemed to be shunning her, and she and Draco couldn't speak in public. Blaise was preoccupied, and that left Ginny alone with her thoughts.
Blaise's burst of temper had surprised her, and even though it was mean, she didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for Anthony. He was meddling where he shouldn't have been.
So what if they were from different houses? So what if it was unlikely? What ever happened to loving whom you please?
"All aboard!"
They could hear Dumbledore shouting from one of the upper entrances to the train. Sighing, Ginny picked up her luggage and followed her friends into a compartment near the back, where hopefully nobody would disturb them. She sat down on the stiff couch and stared out the window. A few students were still outside struggling to get their stuff into the train.
She turned her head slightly, to see what her friends were doing. Blaise was typing something on her laptop, and Draco was merely staring out the window. It was unspoken that all three friends needed a little time to themselves for the beginning of the train ride.
Settling back into the couch farther, Ginny began to ponder her predicament. What if Harry and Hermione were to walk in to their compartment? What would she do? How would she explain her new friends?
The last sentence she thought almost gave her an epiphany. Why should she have to explain her friends? They were her friends, end of story. That was all the explanation she needed. They never did anything to harm her; they cared about her. So maybe they weren't the nicest people in the world. Ginny laughed, thinking of the things she did in her first year. Even though those things weren't done on her own free will, she still remembered the irreplaceable feeling of power she'd had. She wasn't exactly the nicest person around either. So she decided that she could care less what they think. Her new friends made her happy.
But if they made her so incredibly happy, why did she still have that empty feeling in the pit of her stomach? It wasn't hunger, that's for sure. She felt kind of awkward on this trip, and wished she knew why Dumbledore insisted that she'd come along. Not that she didn't want to be there, that wasn't it at all. It was just that something didn't completely add up.
Quiet time was over. Ginny needed some cheering up. She got up and moved over to Draco. She lowered herself into his lap, startling him out of his own thoughts. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked her, running his hand down her side until it rested on top of her hand. Their fingers were intertwined, and she rested her head on his chest.
"I'm feeling down. Cheer me up?" Her voice had a playful air to it now. Simply being with Draco had cheered her up miraculously. Though she wasn't quite sure what she was being cheered up from.
By now Draco's other hand was resting on her stomach, which was exposed because her red shirt had decided to ride up when she'd sat down. His hand was warm.
"So what's on your mind? You seemed pretty deep in thought a moment ago."
Ginny shrugged and turned slightly so her face was resting right next to him. "Nothing important."
He didn't believe her but decided not to press things.
With nothing left to say, her turned his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. He was about to pull away when she deepened the kiss, putting her free hand up around his neck. As the kiss got more intense, they didn't even notice when Blaise left the room.
She crossed her fingers, hoping the next compartment was free. Thankfully it was, and she rooted herself on a couch, pulling out her laptop again. It wasn't that Draco and Ginny made her uncomfortable, but she knew they needed alone time. She didn't want to disturb them. Also, seeing them so happy together made her feel a little bit depressed. She'd never had anyone she could feel so close to and care about. In all honesty, Draco and Ginny were the first people she'd ever cared about.
She didn't care about her parents when they were still alive. They had very different ideas on what to do with their lives.
But she didn't want to think about her parents right now. She was writing on her laptop, something she did nearly every day. She was a skilled poet, though nobody had ever even read her writing.
She logged on, and opened up one of her old poems to start revamping like she did often. But at that moment a chat window popped up on her screen.
CameraShy: Hi Blaise.
She stared at the screen name for a moment. Who in the world...?
SilentSlyth: Who is this?
CameraShy: This is Colin Creevey. Ginny gave me your screen name. I hope you don't mine me talking to you.
She had to laugh. Camera shy? He was always toting around his camera, taking pictures of everyone. That was a bit hypocritical of him.
SilentSlyth: I don't mind. What's with the screen name? How could you be camera shy?
CameraShy: I like being behind the camera, not in front of it.
She grinned. He sounded a lot like her. Then she vaguely remembered something Ginny had said to her a few days before. Something about Colin liking her. If there was one thing about Blaise, it was that she didn't do relationships. Especially not at this stupid school. She'd have to be careful not to lead this guy on, nice person he was or not.
SilentSlyth: That makes sense.
CameraShy: So how is the field trip so far?
SilentSlyth: It's all right. I'm on the Hogwarts Express right now. I don't think I'm really allowed to tell you anything.
CameraShy: That's ok. I just like talking to you.
She bit her lip. He was starting to get sappy and she didn't like it. Not at all.
SilentSlyth: I think we might be coming to a stop soon, so I really cant talk long.
CameraShy: When can I talk to you again?
She didn't understand it. What did this guy like about her? It scared her how someone could like her and not know anything about her.
SilentSlyth: I'm not sure. Bye.
SilentSlyth has logged off.
She snapped the laptop shut and walked out of her compartment, in hopes to find the food cart. As she was walking blindly down the corridor, she ran smack into someone.
"Sorry about that," the voice was saying, helping her up off the floor. When she saw who had a hold of her shoulder, she snapped it away. Harry Potter gave her a startled look.
That guy had always bothered her. Always so happy, surrounded by friends, always doing the right thing and getting praised for it. All because he didn't have parents, everyone felt sorry for him and he got everything he wanted.
Well, she didn't have parents either. And what did she get? Nothing but strange looks in the hallways.
As she felt a tear slide down her nose, she mentally slapped herself. How could her own eyes betray her like that, crying in front of Harry Potter?
The concerned look on his face sickened her even more. Even after she'd treated him like crap, he still was concerned.
"What's wrong? Can I help you?" he asked, friendliness echoing in his voice.
Her eyes narrowed as she gave him a piercing gaze. "No, Harry Potter, you cannot help me. You aren't the only one around here who doesn't have parents you know. While you go around soaking up your glory, the rest of us parentless orphans are sitting around in corners by ourselves waiting for something good to happen to us. But you know what Harry? Nothing good will ever happen. Nothing!"
With that, she turned and ran back into the compartment with Ginny and Draco, leaving a very confused Harry standing in the doorway three compartments down.
Tears were streaming down her face; it was the first time she'd let herself cry like this. Ever. Ginny and Draco looked up at her, startled, as she threw herself facedown on the couch across from them. She wasn't even sure why she was crying, she just knew she needed it and wouldn't stop until she was done.
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I know I know, it was a crappy place to end. But I will update soon, this part is just very boring and I cant wait to get to the good part of this story. I'm not doing thank yous, maybe next time. Though, I have received quite a few nice reviews, I DO appreciate it a lot, so keep it coming. I know a lot of you are disappointed with this story, and I'm sorry. Who knows, maybe you'll like my new one better. Go check it out.
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The sun was peeking out behind a few gray clouds. The students were waiting by their luggage for the train to arrive; they were already at Platform 9 ¾. Draco yawned, just as Ginny was looking up at him. She yawned as well, as if on instinct.
Blaise was sitting on her luggage behind Ginny. She hadn't spoken since they had been on the carriage, and Ginny had decided not to press her. If Blaise wanted to talk to her, she would.
The sixth year grinned in remembrance of the ride to the station. Anthony Goldstein had sat wide-eyed and open mouthed the rest of the ride, and hurled himself out of the door nearly before they had come to a complete stop. Blaise had scared the daylights out of him.
Though in all honesty, Blaise had scared Ginny a little bit too. She had realized then that there was way more to Blaise then she knew. She wasn't just the quiet Slytherin girl; there was some sort of reason behind it. Some reason Ginny couldn't even begin to guess. She turned to look at Blaise. She was sitting hunched over, her long black hair spilling into her face, so that it couldn't be seen. Ginny sighed, and turned around. She copied Blaise and sat on her luggage. She couldn't talk to anyone at the moment. Her Gryffindor friends seemed to be shunning her, and she and Draco couldn't speak in public. Blaise was preoccupied, and that left Ginny alone with her thoughts.
Blaise's burst of temper had surprised her, and even though it was mean, she didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for Anthony. He was meddling where he shouldn't have been.
So what if they were from different houses? So what if it was unlikely? What ever happened to loving whom you please?
"All aboard!"
They could hear Dumbledore shouting from one of the upper entrances to the train. Sighing, Ginny picked up her luggage and followed her friends into a compartment near the back, where hopefully nobody would disturb them. She sat down on the stiff couch and stared out the window. A few students were still outside struggling to get their stuff into the train.
She turned her head slightly, to see what her friends were doing. Blaise was typing something on her laptop, and Draco was merely staring out the window. It was unspoken that all three friends needed a little time to themselves for the beginning of the train ride.
Settling back into the couch farther, Ginny began to ponder her predicament. What if Harry and Hermione were to walk in to their compartment? What would she do? How would she explain her new friends?
The last sentence she thought almost gave her an epiphany. Why should she have to explain her friends? They were her friends, end of story. That was all the explanation she needed. They never did anything to harm her; they cared about her. So maybe they weren't the nicest people in the world. Ginny laughed, thinking of the things she did in her first year. Even though those things weren't done on her own free will, she still remembered the irreplaceable feeling of power she'd had. She wasn't exactly the nicest person around either. So she decided that she could care less what they think. Her new friends made her happy.
But if they made her so incredibly happy, why did she still have that empty feeling in the pit of her stomach? It wasn't hunger, that's for sure. She felt kind of awkward on this trip, and wished she knew why Dumbledore insisted that she'd come along. Not that she didn't want to be there, that wasn't it at all. It was just that something didn't completely add up.
Quiet time was over. Ginny needed some cheering up. She got up and moved over to Draco. She lowered herself into his lap, startling him out of his own thoughts. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked her, running his hand down her side until it rested on top of her hand. Their fingers were intertwined, and she rested her head on his chest.
"I'm feeling down. Cheer me up?" Her voice had a playful air to it now. Simply being with Draco had cheered her up miraculously. Though she wasn't quite sure what she was being cheered up from.
By now Draco's other hand was resting on her stomach, which was exposed because her red shirt had decided to ride up when she'd sat down. His hand was warm.
"So what's on your mind? You seemed pretty deep in thought a moment ago."
Ginny shrugged and turned slightly so her face was resting right next to him. "Nothing important."
He didn't believe her but decided not to press things.
With nothing left to say, her turned his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. He was about to pull away when she deepened the kiss, putting her free hand up around his neck. As the kiss got more intense, they didn't even notice when Blaise left the room.
She crossed her fingers, hoping the next compartment was free. Thankfully it was, and she rooted herself on a couch, pulling out her laptop again. It wasn't that Draco and Ginny made her uncomfortable, but she knew they needed alone time. She didn't want to disturb them. Also, seeing them so happy together made her feel a little bit depressed. She'd never had anyone she could feel so close to and care about. In all honesty, Draco and Ginny were the first people she'd ever cared about.
She didn't care about her parents when they were still alive. They had very different ideas on what to do with their lives.
But she didn't want to think about her parents right now. She was writing on her laptop, something she did nearly every day. She was a skilled poet, though nobody had ever even read her writing.
She logged on, and opened up one of her old poems to start revamping like she did often. But at that moment a chat window popped up on her screen.
CameraShy: Hi Blaise.
She stared at the screen name for a moment. Who in the world...?
SilentSlyth: Who is this?
CameraShy: This is Colin Creevey. Ginny gave me your screen name. I hope you don't mine me talking to you.
She had to laugh. Camera shy? He was always toting around his camera, taking pictures of everyone. That was a bit hypocritical of him.
SilentSlyth: I don't mind. What's with the screen name? How could you be camera shy?
CameraShy: I like being behind the camera, not in front of it.
She grinned. He sounded a lot like her. Then she vaguely remembered something Ginny had said to her a few days before. Something about Colin liking her. If there was one thing about Blaise, it was that she didn't do relationships. Especially not at this stupid school. She'd have to be careful not to lead this guy on, nice person he was or not.
SilentSlyth: That makes sense.
CameraShy: So how is the field trip so far?
SilentSlyth: It's all right. I'm on the Hogwarts Express right now. I don't think I'm really allowed to tell you anything.
CameraShy: That's ok. I just like talking to you.
She bit her lip. He was starting to get sappy and she didn't like it. Not at all.
SilentSlyth: I think we might be coming to a stop soon, so I really cant talk long.
CameraShy: When can I talk to you again?
She didn't understand it. What did this guy like about her? It scared her how someone could like her and not know anything about her.
SilentSlyth: I'm not sure. Bye.
SilentSlyth has logged off.
She snapped the laptop shut and walked out of her compartment, in hopes to find the food cart. As she was walking blindly down the corridor, she ran smack into someone.
"Sorry about that," the voice was saying, helping her up off the floor. When she saw who had a hold of her shoulder, she snapped it away. Harry Potter gave her a startled look.
That guy had always bothered her. Always so happy, surrounded by friends, always doing the right thing and getting praised for it. All because he didn't have parents, everyone felt sorry for him and he got everything he wanted.
Well, she didn't have parents either. And what did she get? Nothing but strange looks in the hallways.
As she felt a tear slide down her nose, she mentally slapped herself. How could her own eyes betray her like that, crying in front of Harry Potter?
The concerned look on his face sickened her even more. Even after she'd treated him like crap, he still was concerned.
"What's wrong? Can I help you?" he asked, friendliness echoing in his voice.
Her eyes narrowed as she gave him a piercing gaze. "No, Harry Potter, you cannot help me. You aren't the only one around here who doesn't have parents you know. While you go around soaking up your glory, the rest of us parentless orphans are sitting around in corners by ourselves waiting for something good to happen to us. But you know what Harry? Nothing good will ever happen. Nothing!"
With that, she turned and ran back into the compartment with Ginny and Draco, leaving a very confused Harry standing in the doorway three compartments down.
Tears were streaming down her face; it was the first time she'd let herself cry like this. Ever. Ginny and Draco looked up at her, startled, as she threw herself facedown on the couch across from them. She wasn't even sure why she was crying, she just knew she needed it and wouldn't stop until she was done.
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I know I know, it was a crappy place to end. But I will update soon, this part is just very boring and I cant wait to get to the good part of this story. I'm not doing thank yous, maybe next time. Though, I have received quite a few nice reviews, I DO appreciate it a lot, so keep it coming. I know a lot of you are disappointed with this story, and I'm sorry. Who knows, maybe you'll like my new one better. Go check it out.