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Ch 2 - Why Can't Anyone See the Real Me
Ginny trailed after the trio into a carriage, she could tell by the looks Ron was giving her that he wasn't happy about this. She sighed and sat herself down opposite them and stared out the window.
Harry was talking excitedly to Ron about Quidditch, saying how he was going to have to hold tryouts for a new Chaser.
Ginny's ears perked up, she happened to be quite a good chaser, no, she corrected herself, you're not. Don't kid yourself; Fred and George were just being nice.
"You should try out Ginny! I've heard you're a great Chaser," Hermione said enthusiastically.
Ron stared at Hermione as if she was bonkers, "Are you kidding Mione? Ginny would squeak in fright if a ball came near her. Plus by the then she would have fallen of her broom because she has no balance," he said nudging Harry playfully.
Harry laughed aloud; Ginny blushed and ducked her head. For just one second she had hoped that maybe Harry would listen and give her a try, now he wouldn't let her get within ten feet of the Quidditch pitch.
Hermione frowned at Ron, as if saying; I was just trying to include her in the conversation. Ginny blushed even more, she hated sympathy. And now she knew Hermione hadn't meant what she said about her being a good Chaser.
Her eyes welled up and she could feel herself about to cry. No, she thought fiercely, I can't cry in front of Harry, he'd think I was a wimp. Too late, she thought in dismay. Ginny ran out of the carriage, sniffling.
"Look what you've done Ron! Why can't you just be nice to your little sister?" Hermione exploded.
"What? Hermione, I was just saying the truth!" Ron protested.
"Well the truth was too harsh for her, especially the way you said it!" Hermione snapped, running out the door after Ginny.
"She's right you know, that was a bit mean," said Harry quietly.
"Oh just sod off," said Ron, and began eating a Chocolate Frog.
~*~*~*
"He made me look like an idiot in front of Ha- all of you." Ginny sobbed.
Hermione sighed, knowing that Ginny had a huge crush on Harry. She sighed because she knew nothing would happen between them with Ginny so shy and Ron always putting her down, and referring to her as his little sister all the time.
"Oh Ginny, Harry will still let you try out, and I'm sure you'll do a great job." Hermione said consolingly, patting her back.
"N-n-no he w-wont!" Ginny sobbed harder, "He will never see me as myself, he just sees me through R-Ron's eyes! It's not fair because Ron sees me as his c-c-clumsy ugly annoying little sis-sister!"
Hermione just sighed again, still rubbing Ginny's back. What Ginny said was true, but only because she made it like that. She'd spent too long being known as Ron's little sister, that that was all she was now. Nameless. Unimportant. Annoying. A little sister.
"Ginny why do you do this to yourself?" Hermione asked.
"D-do what?" asked Ginny, still sniffling.
"Be somebody you're not."
"But this is me. I'm Ginny, Ron's little sister."
"No you're not," said Hermione gently. At Ginny's confused look she continued,
"You are Virginia Weasley, the youngest child of Arthur and Molly Weasley. You were possessed by Tom Riddle and survived. You love someone who does not return that love, yet you keep on loving him. You are loyal to the friends you have. You are brave, just look at what happened in the Department of Mysteries for Merlin's sake! You are very kind to anyone who comes along. You don't break down even when something pains you; just look how you've kept going all these years of being underestimated. Ginny, you are a true Gryffindor, and don't you ever forget that. So don't you tell me that you're just Ron's little sister. Because he's just Ginny's older brother."
Ginny slowly smiled, Hermione was right, she was Ginny Weasley and no one was going to tell her otherwise. "Thanks Mione," she said, getting up off the floor.
"Look at the little crybaby, where's your mummy?" sneered a voice.
Ginny promptly broke out in tears again when Malfoy looked down at her with his cold calculating gaze.
Hermione sighed, just when she thought Ginny may show her inner self, she goes and hides in her shell again.
As they met Harry and Ron outside the train, Ron looked at Ginny's tearstained face and shuffled his feet in the dirt. But he didn't apologise and Ginny blinked back more tears.
Why couldn't she hold on to that feeling of confidence she'd had on the train, when Hermione was telling her who she was. Well it worked for a grand total of 3 seconds Ginny thought sarcastically.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I would like to welcome you all back for a new year of learning," said a very happy Dumbledore. "This year a duelling club will be held in the Great Hall, however this will not be starting until November." This announcement caused a great deal of chatter throughout the Hall.
Ginny looked around and tried to pretend to look excited. Duelling meant teamwork. Teamwork meant partners. Partners meant friends. And that's where I'm stuck thought Ginny sourly.
"Oh just before you go to bed my children, there will be another Yule Ball held this Christmas," This time the chatter was ear-splitting and Ginny rolled her eyes and walked up to her dorm. She would give anything to go to the ball with Harry, but at this rate they best she would be able to get was Colin Creevey.
She looked on the notice board and saw that the next Hogsmeade visit was next Saturday. I hate those days, she thought fiercely. Of course, she only hated them because she had no one to go with.
She sighed and walked into the common room. She saw Harry and Ron had beaten her up here and she walked over to say hello.
"Hay guys," she said shyly. They ignored her.
"Hi Ron. Hi Harry." No answer. They were too busy arguing over who they should let try out for Quidditch.
Ginny bit her tongue to keep from busting into tears again. Did no one care about her?
She walked upstairs to her dorm. When she got up she was all ready to collapse on her bed. The problem was, there was already someone on it.
(I really wanted to stop right there to leave it as a cliffie but then I though Nah, I'm just too sweet and nice for that.)
"Er, what are you doing on my bed?" Ginny asked the person indignantly.
The girl looked at her. She had blonde hair and light grey eyes, almost blue. She was quite slim and to put it mildly, very stunning.
"Hi there, I'm Louise. I'm awfully sorry about taking your bed, but Professor McGonagall assigned me here. She is a very, how do you say it, stiff woman? So what's your name?" the girl said this all very quickly in one breath. Ginny smiled confusedly and said,
"I'm, uh, Ginny, Ginny Weasley."
"That is short for Virginia, non?" The girl said. Ginny suddenly noticed that she had a very French accent.
"Yer, it is, but I hate that name so please call me Ginny," Ginny answered shyly.
"Wow! Your hair is tres belle Ginny!" Louise exclaimed.
"Sorry?" Ginny asked, totally lost.
"Oh, pardon, I am an exchange student from Beuaxbatons and I sometimes accidentally slip some French into my sentences. I said that your hair was very beautiful, like a flame."
"Oh well, uh merci," Ginny replied.
"Tu parle français?" Louise asked excitedly. (Do you speak French?)
"Sorry, I just know a few odd words here and there," Ginny said apologetically.
"Oh, that's okay, I do know English but it is hard when no one speaks your real language," she replied.
Ginny smiled sympathetically and noticed an empty bed near the window. She walked over and saw her trunk sitting by it. She was actually a bit daunted by the foreign girl. She was so beautiful and sure of herself. But Ginny found that she liked her, she seemed so, different.
"I could teach you a few sentences you know," Louise said suddenly, climbing under her blankets. None of the other girls had come up yet; they preferred to flirt in the common room until stupid hours.
Ginny was surprised; no one had ever talked to her for longer than this, except for Hermione. They all seemed bored by her.
"You mean in French?" Ginny asked uncertainly, positive she was imagining it; she had ALWAYS wanted to learn French.
"But of course!" Louise smiled, "I would love to teach you my language, it reminds me so much of home!"
"How come you left it if you care for it so much?" Ginny asked curiously, forgetting to be shy. This girl was so fascinating, and she didn't seem to judge her like other girls.
"Well, I actually don't but being in a new country is quite scary, especially if you don't know anyone, so reminding myself of home makes me feel less scared," Louise replied.
"Oh," was all Ginny could come up with. Louise didn't answer. Ginny felt a tear, she was just starting to like this girl and she was already bored of her.
All of a sudden the girl said "Ginny, I would like it very much if you would be my friend."
Ginny blinked. Was this a cruel dream? Did this charming, surely popular girl really want to be her friend?
"Ginny?"
"Why me? Surely you would rather be friends with the popular interesting pretty girls?" Ginny blurted out.
"Because I have already met these 'popular interesting pretty girls' and I found them positively boring." Louise replied.
Ginny couldn't believe her ears, "Are you sure you were talking to the right girls?" Ginny asked bluntly.
"Yes, and they bored after the first few seconds. You however are very interesting and not in the least bit fake. I would like you for a friend. I need one." Louise said simply.
So do I thought Ginny.
"I would love to be your friend Louise," Ginny said honestly.
"Good," was the reply.
Ginny drifted off to sleep with a grin on her face for the first time in months.
~~I know, I know. I said I wouldn't update anytime soon, but I needed a break from my other story. I will actually be working on this for a while. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.~~
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Miss-Aurelia - Thankyou so much! I will do just that!
Ch 2 - Why Can't Anyone See the Real Me
Ginny trailed after the trio into a carriage, she could tell by the looks Ron was giving her that he wasn't happy about this. She sighed and sat herself down opposite them and stared out the window.
Harry was talking excitedly to Ron about Quidditch, saying how he was going to have to hold tryouts for a new Chaser.
Ginny's ears perked up, she happened to be quite a good chaser, no, she corrected herself, you're not. Don't kid yourself; Fred and George were just being nice.
"You should try out Ginny! I've heard you're a great Chaser," Hermione said enthusiastically.
Ron stared at Hermione as if she was bonkers, "Are you kidding Mione? Ginny would squeak in fright if a ball came near her. Plus by the then she would have fallen of her broom because she has no balance," he said nudging Harry playfully.
Harry laughed aloud; Ginny blushed and ducked her head. For just one second she had hoped that maybe Harry would listen and give her a try, now he wouldn't let her get within ten feet of the Quidditch pitch.
Hermione frowned at Ron, as if saying; I was just trying to include her in the conversation. Ginny blushed even more, she hated sympathy. And now she knew Hermione hadn't meant what she said about her being a good Chaser.
Her eyes welled up and she could feel herself about to cry. No, she thought fiercely, I can't cry in front of Harry, he'd think I was a wimp. Too late, she thought in dismay. Ginny ran out of the carriage, sniffling.
"Look what you've done Ron! Why can't you just be nice to your little sister?" Hermione exploded.
"What? Hermione, I was just saying the truth!" Ron protested.
"Well the truth was too harsh for her, especially the way you said it!" Hermione snapped, running out the door after Ginny.
"She's right you know, that was a bit mean," said Harry quietly.
"Oh just sod off," said Ron, and began eating a Chocolate Frog.
~*~*~*
"He made me look like an idiot in front of Ha- all of you." Ginny sobbed.
Hermione sighed, knowing that Ginny had a huge crush on Harry. She sighed because she knew nothing would happen between them with Ginny so shy and Ron always putting her down, and referring to her as his little sister all the time.
"Oh Ginny, Harry will still let you try out, and I'm sure you'll do a great job." Hermione said consolingly, patting her back.
"N-n-no he w-wont!" Ginny sobbed harder, "He will never see me as myself, he just sees me through R-Ron's eyes! It's not fair because Ron sees me as his c-c-clumsy ugly annoying little sis-sister!"
Hermione just sighed again, still rubbing Ginny's back. What Ginny said was true, but only because she made it like that. She'd spent too long being known as Ron's little sister, that that was all she was now. Nameless. Unimportant. Annoying. A little sister.
"Ginny why do you do this to yourself?" Hermione asked.
"D-do what?" asked Ginny, still sniffling.
"Be somebody you're not."
"But this is me. I'm Ginny, Ron's little sister."
"No you're not," said Hermione gently. At Ginny's confused look she continued,
"You are Virginia Weasley, the youngest child of Arthur and Molly Weasley. You were possessed by Tom Riddle and survived. You love someone who does not return that love, yet you keep on loving him. You are loyal to the friends you have. You are brave, just look at what happened in the Department of Mysteries for Merlin's sake! You are very kind to anyone who comes along. You don't break down even when something pains you; just look how you've kept going all these years of being underestimated. Ginny, you are a true Gryffindor, and don't you ever forget that. So don't you tell me that you're just Ron's little sister. Because he's just Ginny's older brother."
Ginny slowly smiled, Hermione was right, she was Ginny Weasley and no one was going to tell her otherwise. "Thanks Mione," she said, getting up off the floor.
"Look at the little crybaby, where's your mummy?" sneered a voice.
Ginny promptly broke out in tears again when Malfoy looked down at her with his cold calculating gaze.
Hermione sighed, just when she thought Ginny may show her inner self, she goes and hides in her shell again.
As they met Harry and Ron outside the train, Ron looked at Ginny's tearstained face and shuffled his feet in the dirt. But he didn't apologise and Ginny blinked back more tears.
Why couldn't she hold on to that feeling of confidence she'd had on the train, when Hermione was telling her who she was. Well it worked for a grand total of 3 seconds Ginny thought sarcastically.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I would like to welcome you all back for a new year of learning," said a very happy Dumbledore. "This year a duelling club will be held in the Great Hall, however this will not be starting until November." This announcement caused a great deal of chatter throughout the Hall.
Ginny looked around and tried to pretend to look excited. Duelling meant teamwork. Teamwork meant partners. Partners meant friends. And that's where I'm stuck thought Ginny sourly.
"Oh just before you go to bed my children, there will be another Yule Ball held this Christmas," This time the chatter was ear-splitting and Ginny rolled her eyes and walked up to her dorm. She would give anything to go to the ball with Harry, but at this rate they best she would be able to get was Colin Creevey.
She looked on the notice board and saw that the next Hogsmeade visit was next Saturday. I hate those days, she thought fiercely. Of course, she only hated them because she had no one to go with.
She sighed and walked into the common room. She saw Harry and Ron had beaten her up here and she walked over to say hello.
"Hay guys," she said shyly. They ignored her.
"Hi Ron. Hi Harry." No answer. They were too busy arguing over who they should let try out for Quidditch.
Ginny bit her tongue to keep from busting into tears again. Did no one care about her?
She walked upstairs to her dorm. When she got up she was all ready to collapse on her bed. The problem was, there was already someone on it.
(I really wanted to stop right there to leave it as a cliffie but then I though Nah, I'm just too sweet and nice for that.)
"Er, what are you doing on my bed?" Ginny asked the person indignantly.
The girl looked at her. She had blonde hair and light grey eyes, almost blue. She was quite slim and to put it mildly, very stunning.
"Hi there, I'm Louise. I'm awfully sorry about taking your bed, but Professor McGonagall assigned me here. She is a very, how do you say it, stiff woman? So what's your name?" the girl said this all very quickly in one breath. Ginny smiled confusedly and said,
"I'm, uh, Ginny, Ginny Weasley."
"That is short for Virginia, non?" The girl said. Ginny suddenly noticed that she had a very French accent.
"Yer, it is, but I hate that name so please call me Ginny," Ginny answered shyly.
"Wow! Your hair is tres belle Ginny!" Louise exclaimed.
"Sorry?" Ginny asked, totally lost.
"Oh, pardon, I am an exchange student from Beuaxbatons and I sometimes accidentally slip some French into my sentences. I said that your hair was very beautiful, like a flame."
"Oh well, uh merci," Ginny replied.
"Tu parle français?" Louise asked excitedly. (Do you speak French?)
"Sorry, I just know a few odd words here and there," Ginny said apologetically.
"Oh, that's okay, I do know English but it is hard when no one speaks your real language," she replied.
Ginny smiled sympathetically and noticed an empty bed near the window. She walked over and saw her trunk sitting by it. She was actually a bit daunted by the foreign girl. She was so beautiful and sure of herself. But Ginny found that she liked her, she seemed so, different.
"I could teach you a few sentences you know," Louise said suddenly, climbing under her blankets. None of the other girls had come up yet; they preferred to flirt in the common room until stupid hours.
Ginny was surprised; no one had ever talked to her for longer than this, except for Hermione. They all seemed bored by her.
"You mean in French?" Ginny asked uncertainly, positive she was imagining it; she had ALWAYS wanted to learn French.
"But of course!" Louise smiled, "I would love to teach you my language, it reminds me so much of home!"
"How come you left it if you care for it so much?" Ginny asked curiously, forgetting to be shy. This girl was so fascinating, and she didn't seem to judge her like other girls.
"Well, I actually don't but being in a new country is quite scary, especially if you don't know anyone, so reminding myself of home makes me feel less scared," Louise replied.
"Oh," was all Ginny could come up with. Louise didn't answer. Ginny felt a tear, she was just starting to like this girl and she was already bored of her.
All of a sudden the girl said "Ginny, I would like it very much if you would be my friend."
Ginny blinked. Was this a cruel dream? Did this charming, surely popular girl really want to be her friend?
"Ginny?"
"Why me? Surely you would rather be friends with the popular interesting pretty girls?" Ginny blurted out.
"Because I have already met these 'popular interesting pretty girls' and I found them positively boring." Louise replied.
Ginny couldn't believe her ears, "Are you sure you were talking to the right girls?" Ginny asked bluntly.
"Yes, and they bored after the first few seconds. You however are very interesting and not in the least bit fake. I would like you for a friend. I need one." Louise said simply.
So do I thought Ginny.
"I would love to be your friend Louise," Ginny said honestly.
"Good," was the reply.
Ginny drifted off to sleep with a grin on her face for the first time in months.
~~I know, I know. I said I wouldn't update anytime soon, but I needed a break from my other story. I will actually be working on this for a while. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.~~
***Please R&R***
Miss-Aurelia - Thankyou so much! I will do just that!