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Chapter 1
Ginny reached out slowly and scowled as her new alarm clock crash onto the ground. She sat up groggily as she yawned; today she was going back to Hogwarts. Another year with her brother: Ron, her friend: Hermione, and Harry The-Boy-Who-Lived Potter. She sighed as she rolled over on her bed, any minute now her mother would be yelling.
"GINNY DEAR! IT IS TIME TO GET UP!!!" The screechy sound of her mother's voice wafted up through the floor boards. "YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE!"
Ginny got out of her bed and picked the alarm clock up, "Fat lot of good you did, mom still yelled." She shoved the poor alarm clock back on her bed side table and pulled on a bathrobe. She made her way downstairs and sat down at the table; her mother swooped in on her at once and began to fill Ginny's plate with food. Ginny sighed and began to eat, she wasn't really hungry, but she ate because if she didn't her mother would start worrying. Her brother Ron looked at her and made a face which Ginny ignored.
"Bugger off Ron," Ginny snapped.
"GINNY!" Her mother's shocked voice cried, "Don't talk to your brother like that. Ron, leave your sister alone!"
Ron looked at his mother in surprise, "But mum I didn't do anything."
"Well leave her alone anyway. The poor dear grew too much this summer and doesn't fit right in most of her clothes." Ginny's face fell as her mother said that. Ginny had finally grown taller, but not to much taller. She now stood 5'4 with a well developed body. She was no longer a bean pole, but a woman! Ron snorted faintly; he was 5'9 and still growing. Ginny cleared her plate quickly and ran back upstairs. She slammed her door shut and began digging through her clothes.
"I'll show mum and Ron, I can to look good in my clothes," she said as she pulled out a pair of jeans that were almost too tight.
"Of course you can dear! Now wear that black shirt with the green star on it," her mirror said in a dreamy voice. "All the boys will be swooning after you." Ginny laughed slightly and did as the mirror advised. Soon she was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with silver stars going up the sides, the black shirt with a green star that clung to her like second skin, and a pair of faded beat up white sneakers. Most of the items were hand me downs that she had spiced up just a little. She toyed with her wand thoughtfully as she looked in the mirror. She made a slight face at her Weasley red hair, which had to go. She grinned wickedly and tapped her wand to her hair. "Silvery dreams and soft April nights please take this hair away from here!" With a slight popping sound her Weasley red hair changed color, but not to the light brown she was hoping for, no instead it turned a shocking pale blonde color, in fact almost white! She looked like a Malfoy for crying out loud! "Oh that does look ravishing on you.it goes so well with your skin!" The mirror crooned in its girly voice. "Suits you well, but your mother won't like it. Quick put the scarf on it!" Ginny grabbed a red scarf off the ground and quickly covered her hair with it. She crossed her fingers as she prayed, "Please don't let mum see it!" She took the mirror off the wall and put it into to her trunk. She snapped the trunk shut and grabbed a coat, which she put on over her shirt. She walked down stairs awkwardly as she carried the trunk. Of course no one bothered to help her, not even her brother Ron. He was to busy with his own trunk which seemed to not want to shut right. "Try shrinking the stuff inside Ronikins," Ginny drawled sweetly at her older brother. Ron scowled, but tried the charm anyway. With his trunk finally shut the two youngest siblings left the burrow.
Awhile late Ginny sat in a compartment with Ron, Hermione, and Harry. She stared out the window as the Dream Team talked about their summers. "Yeah Gin was a real brat, she never helped out!" Ginny turned around, "Excuse me Ron? You are the one who started to cry when the stupid lawn gnome bit you." Ron lunged at her and grabbed the hair scarf. She quickly put her hands on it to stop it from being pulled off, but Ron was to fast. There was a shocked silence as the red scarf drifted slowly to the ground like a feather. "Bloody hell.Gin.your hair.Mum is going to be so pissed," Ron said pointing his finger at his younger sister's hair. "I like it," Harry said looking Ginny over in a way that made her uncomfortable. "I think it looks awful," Hermione said sniffing slightly. She picked up a book and opened it. Ginny turned bright red in the face and stood up. Everyone looked at her as she stormed out of the compartment. They had no right talking about her like that; they were no better then.then Malfoy! She barged into another compartment and stopped. The person inside looked up at her and smirked, "I'm sorry, but I don't think you are on the right school train." The person drawled in a smug tone, "But if you want to go to Hogwarts I won't stop you." He stood up slowly and walked over to Ginny and held out his hand. "I'm Malf-" "Draco Malfoy, I know! I am Ginny Weasley and I am sure you don't want to filthy you hand with my muggle loving skin now would you?" She snapped at him. Draco raised an eyebrow and didn't even flinch. Not many people even stood still after Ginny had snapped at them. "You sure as hell don't look like a Weasel," he stated matter of factly and crossed his arms over his chest. He was taller then her, standing at 6'2. He looked down at her and sneered slightly.
Chapter 1
Ginny reached out slowly and scowled as her new alarm clock crash onto the ground. She sat up groggily as she yawned; today she was going back to Hogwarts. Another year with her brother: Ron, her friend: Hermione, and Harry The-Boy-Who-Lived Potter. She sighed as she rolled over on her bed, any minute now her mother would be yelling.
"GINNY DEAR! IT IS TIME TO GET UP!!!" The screechy sound of her mother's voice wafted up through the floor boards. "YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE!"
Ginny got out of her bed and picked the alarm clock up, "Fat lot of good you did, mom still yelled." She shoved the poor alarm clock back on her bed side table and pulled on a bathrobe. She made her way downstairs and sat down at the table; her mother swooped in on her at once and began to fill Ginny's plate with food. Ginny sighed and began to eat, she wasn't really hungry, but she ate because if she didn't her mother would start worrying. Her brother Ron looked at her and made a face which Ginny ignored.
"Bugger off Ron," Ginny snapped.
"GINNY!" Her mother's shocked voice cried, "Don't talk to your brother like that. Ron, leave your sister alone!"
Ron looked at his mother in surprise, "But mum I didn't do anything."
"Well leave her alone anyway. The poor dear grew too much this summer and doesn't fit right in most of her clothes." Ginny's face fell as her mother said that. Ginny had finally grown taller, but not to much taller. She now stood 5'4 with a well developed body. She was no longer a bean pole, but a woman! Ron snorted faintly; he was 5'9 and still growing. Ginny cleared her plate quickly and ran back upstairs. She slammed her door shut and began digging through her clothes.
"I'll show mum and Ron, I can to look good in my clothes," she said as she pulled out a pair of jeans that were almost too tight.
"Of course you can dear! Now wear that black shirt with the green star on it," her mirror said in a dreamy voice. "All the boys will be swooning after you." Ginny laughed slightly and did as the mirror advised. Soon she was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with silver stars going up the sides, the black shirt with a green star that clung to her like second skin, and a pair of faded beat up white sneakers. Most of the items were hand me downs that she had spiced up just a little. She toyed with her wand thoughtfully as she looked in the mirror. She made a slight face at her Weasley red hair, which had to go. She grinned wickedly and tapped her wand to her hair. "Silvery dreams and soft April nights please take this hair away from here!" With a slight popping sound her Weasley red hair changed color, but not to the light brown she was hoping for, no instead it turned a shocking pale blonde color, in fact almost white! She looked like a Malfoy for crying out loud! "Oh that does look ravishing on you.it goes so well with your skin!" The mirror crooned in its girly voice. "Suits you well, but your mother won't like it. Quick put the scarf on it!" Ginny grabbed a red scarf off the ground and quickly covered her hair with it. She crossed her fingers as she prayed, "Please don't let mum see it!" She took the mirror off the wall and put it into to her trunk. She snapped the trunk shut and grabbed a coat, which she put on over her shirt. She walked down stairs awkwardly as she carried the trunk. Of course no one bothered to help her, not even her brother Ron. He was to busy with his own trunk which seemed to not want to shut right. "Try shrinking the stuff inside Ronikins," Ginny drawled sweetly at her older brother. Ron scowled, but tried the charm anyway. With his trunk finally shut the two youngest siblings left the burrow.
Awhile late Ginny sat in a compartment with Ron, Hermione, and Harry. She stared out the window as the Dream Team talked about their summers. "Yeah Gin was a real brat, she never helped out!" Ginny turned around, "Excuse me Ron? You are the one who started to cry when the stupid lawn gnome bit you." Ron lunged at her and grabbed the hair scarf. She quickly put her hands on it to stop it from being pulled off, but Ron was to fast. There was a shocked silence as the red scarf drifted slowly to the ground like a feather. "Bloody hell.Gin.your hair.Mum is going to be so pissed," Ron said pointing his finger at his younger sister's hair. "I like it," Harry said looking Ginny over in a way that made her uncomfortable. "I think it looks awful," Hermione said sniffing slightly. She picked up a book and opened it. Ginny turned bright red in the face and stood up. Everyone looked at her as she stormed out of the compartment. They had no right talking about her like that; they were no better then.then Malfoy! She barged into another compartment and stopped. The person inside looked up at her and smirked, "I'm sorry, but I don't think you are on the right school train." The person drawled in a smug tone, "But if you want to go to Hogwarts I won't stop you." He stood up slowly and walked over to Ginny and held out his hand. "I'm Malf-" "Draco Malfoy, I know! I am Ginny Weasley and I am sure you don't want to filthy you hand with my muggle loving skin now would you?" She snapped at him. Draco raised an eyebrow and didn't even flinch. Not many people even stood still after Ginny had snapped at them. "You sure as hell don't look like a Weasel," he stated matter of factly and crossed his arms over his chest. He was taller then her, standing at 6'2. He looked down at her and sneered slightly.
