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                                                                                    Chapter 2.

I groaned and rolled over in bed. I had been awoken by a knocking on my door…well, now it was a pounding. I sat up groggily. The knocking grew louder.

            "I'm coming!" I yelled in aggravation as I stood up. Head rush. What time was it? Instead of a normal clock I had a traditional Weasley clock on the wall of my kitchen. Glancing at it, Ginny, Ron, and Harry were all pointing at 'Home', well; now I knew who was outside my door. Throwing my un-brushed hair into a messy bun I quickly looked around for my wand. It was no where in sight. Sighing with annoyance, I walked to the door myself, and threw it open by hand.

            "It's about time Gin." Ron sounded impatient as he invited himself in. He was followed by Harry who smiled, and mouthed a 'Hello'. I smiled back and looked at my brother. He had settled on my couch, his face the home of an ugly expression. I looked questioningly at Harry who shook his head slightly. There was an awkward silence, which Ron broke. "So, where were you last night?" I raised an eyebrow at the rough, heated tone of his voice.

            "I was out…" He rolled his eyes," On a date…" He looked only slightly interested.

            "With who?" I hesitated. It suddenly struck me that I could not remember my own date's name. Well, the first date. If you could call it a date. But could you call the second one a date? The one with Draco. We had talked…that was it. Well…whatever it was, I was not about to tell the two people who possible hated Draco more than anyone else about it.

            "What do you mean?" I asked slowly. Ron made a sound of aggravation,

            "His name Ginny," I took little offence in Ron's behavior, and instead felt a twinge of shame,

            "I…I don't know," I finally said, not wanting to meet their eyes. I knew that Ron was giving me a piercing look.

            "Honestly Ginny…Muggle or Wizard?" At least I knew the answer to this one.

            "Muggle." Ron was surveying me.

            "You look horrible. What time did you get to bed? What did you do on your date?" He paused, suddenly looking disgusted, but protective all the same. "He's not here is he?!" He stood up on impulse and peered into my bedroom. I was beginning to feel like kicking him out.

            "No Ron. We cut the date short." He raised an eyebrow at me, "I just went to the Smoldering Toad for a few drinks after." I left it at that, but I still felt the desperate need to tell someone about Draco. "Where's Herm—," I started, but Harry shaking his head furiously caught my eye. I stopped, nervously looking at the both of them. Ron threw Harry a glare, and Harry pretended to be shaking his now jaw-line-length hair out of his eyes.

            "I don't know where Hermione is." He said in a tone that clearly dismissed the subject. I didn't say anything. Ron looked fixedly at a scratch on the oak coffee table. Harry cleared his throat.

            "So, Gin, what are you doing tonight?" Going on a date with Draco Malfoy under the alias of Ella. I almost laughed at what their reactions would be if I said this out loud. That would certainly take Ron's mind off Hermione.

            "I don't know…probably go out to the Smoldering Toad again or something," I stated ever so casually. "Why?"

            "Oh…Luna wanted to have you guys over to dinner." He looked foreboding at the thought of Luna cooking. I laughed.

            "Maybe tomorrow."

            "Right, come on Ron, lets' go find your wife." He grinned at me, and heaved Ron off the couch.

            "Tell Hermione to come see me when you find her," Harry nodded as he gave a little waved and left, a dazed, gloomy looking Ron following.

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            I dashed across the room for the fifth time that evening. This time it was to fetch my can of hairspray from my room. I really do need to find that wand of mine. I overturned my entire apartment in my search, stubbing my toe twice, and knocking over the bed-stand, successfully smashing my alarm clock, which made a sound like a tea kettle, and exploded in a blur of purple smoke. I screamed in exasperation, causing the elderly muggle woman downstairs to come to my door, concerned, after hearing an explosion and a scream. I finally found my wand in the refrigerator (how many drinks had I had last night?).

            At last, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, ready to meet Draco. I couldn't understand why I was so nervous; it wasn't even an official date… I sighed and frowned at my appearance.

            "Relax, you look fine dear." The mirror tried to comfort me, but I wasn't listening. I hated what I saw; I hated who I had become. I wanted the old Ginny back. The fiery, free spirited, independent innocent little Weasley girl. Not this fake, man-eating girl, taking the safe route through life. The long wavy hair cascading down my back had lost its blazing appearance. It was a washed-out color; a result of the many hair dies I had used on it. My face, once spattered with freckles, looked pale and sickly without them. Slender eyebrows arched over heavily shadowed eyes. Unrecognizable. That was me. A whole different person. At first it had been a breath of fresh air. I went through the men like Hermione goes through books. At first I had enjoyed not having to please anyone with what I said or did; I just sat there looking like the pretty bimbo they thought I was, nodding occasionally, my mind on Harry. Harry. It always came back to Harry. We had been sweethearts since my Sixth year at Hogwarts. You could say it was his fault. I used to tell myself it was when I cried myself to sleep all those nights after he had broken my heart. This was in the midst of Voldemort's short reign of power over the wizarding world. When it was all over I finally forgave Harry. We had remained friends, but my heart still broke every time I met his eyes. There was a depth of sorrow in them. A mere shadow of darkness in the brilliant green pools, but obvious all the same. The shadow seemed to lift slightly when Luna Lovegood came back into all of our lives.

            I felt a jolt of excitement, and a wave of shame washed over me as I recognized the familiar lifted feeling in my stomach that I had felt when I knew I was about to see Harry. Draco Malfoy. New and Improved. I laughed, and shook my head, as I grabbed my purse and walked briskly out the door of my apartment.