A/N: Long chapter because it's eventful. Everyone who didn't Ginny before probably will now. And you get to find out how way off most of you were when you guessed.
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November 6, Seventh Year
I hate her. I fucking do. Oh, yes, it's funny to make Jeremy suffer! She doesn't even realize what she fucking did!
Give me a second to calm down before I tell you what happened.
I was eating breakfast. Graham was there too. He had mumbled something about how amazing it was that hall Slytherin girls got PMS at the same time. We ate our bacon together, before four girls, Ravenclaw I think, came over.
"Hi, Graham," said one I knew as Caitlin Mouse, a fifth year. She had dated Graham for about three weeks last year. "Jeremy," she added, giving me a nod.
"We wanted to tell you guys," her friend, Kara Hum, continued," that we think its really great what you're doing."
The other two girls just looked adoringly at Graham. I knew one was Cordelia Space from my year. I believe the other was named Sweet, but this might just be a nickname. She was in fourth year.
"No problem, ladies. In fact, how would you all like to show your appreciation by accompanying me to lunch next Hogsmeade weekend?" Graham joked, winking flirtatiously. The girls giggled.
"No, seriously, what did we do?" I asked. The girls stopped laughing abruptly. They just looked at me and left. "What was that all about?" I wondered, after they were out of hearing range.
"No idea. But, look, Jay (a very annoying nickname, in case you didn't figure it out), I have to run. I have an essay due after lunch that I haven't started yet." He disappeared out into the hallway. And I just let him.
I looked around the Great Hall, and that was when I realized that something wasn't right. Gryffindors were grinning at me. Ravenclaws were winking at me. Hufflepuffs were shooting me thumbs ups. And the Slytherins were glowering. In fact, they were looking down right threatening.
Well, I did the only thing I could think of. I asked Stella what was going on. "Stella?" I said quietly, trying to avoid the glares from other house members. Stella was sitting three seats down, but there was no one in between us. "Stella, what's going on?"
"Don't you know?" she said, looking up from her eggs so suddenly, it scared me.
"No."
"Well, just let me tell you this. You probably shouldn't let your brother walk anywhere alone," she told me, before returning to her breakfast.
And then I noticed that most of the guy Slytherins over fourteen were leaving. Leaving the same way that Graham had.
I'm not sure how I knew for certain, but I somehow realized what they were doing. I knew what, but I still didn't know why.
I slowly got up from my seat, so not to attract too much attention to myself. Once I left the Great Hall I bolted down the hallway until I found Graham. He wasn't that hard to miss, seeing as how I knew he was going to be the one in the middle of the circle of really burly guys.
They were shoving him back and forth, across the circle. It reminded me of a game that was played back in muggle school. Guys would take my jacket and throw it back and forth to each other so I couldn't get it. But they weren't throwing an article of clothing this time, they were pushing my brother.
"Stop!" I was yelling before I could think of a better plan. Well, stop worked, but it didn't actually make things better.
"Would you rather we pick on you, mudblood?" said Ethan Flint, a seventh year.
Then I realized what had happened. And I realized who had told. That complete and total BITCH! Genevieve goddamn Weasley!
Lucky me, despite my anger, I could still manage to think up a comeback. "What are you going to do about it?" Okay, so it wasn't really a comeback, but it sounded sort of cool.
Ethan sneered at me. "I'm going to kill you. Just like I'd kill any other insect investing our dormitory." Then Ethan, who had slept in the same room as me for six plus years, punched me.
I could explain the pain, but that's boring. You probably don't care, Journal. So, I'll skip ahead to when I could actually talk. "You think the prefects and teachers will let you just kill me?" I asked him, trying not to choke on the blood.
"I'll let him," said Gareth, the prefect. He was one of the two guys holding Graham in place.
So, it seemed that all hope had faded, the only thing to do was be beaten up. Then, a new voice sounded. One that was all too familiar.
"What are you doing, Flint?" Draco scolded, his new teacher voice sharp. He looked ready to give some detentions. But then he saw me. "Beating up the Pritchards, are we? I've personally experienced their stupidity, but this is taking a little far, I think."
"Draco?" I muttered. I wasn't quite sure who it was then.
"Draco, do you have any idea what they did?" Gareth asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm sure it's hardly something worth all of this," Draco said, motioning towards the crowd of Slytherin boys assembled.
"They're mudbloods!" Ethan shouted.
"The correct term is muggle-" Ginny's influence on Draco shone through there, but it was immediately forgotten when he realized exactly what Ethan just said. "Muggleborn?"
"They've been lying about it all along!" Ethan yelled again.
Draco's eyes met mine. I'm not sure what was in them. Pity, possibly. Hate, probably. Hurt, definitely. "All of you, get out of here now," he said, his voice full of rage.
Hands that had been grasping my arms so tightly were finally released. Eventually, everyone was gone but Draco, Graham and me.
"Dra-" I tried to start, but he stopped me.
"Don't talk to me," he snapped, not sounding like a teacher anymore but the Draco he was in school. "You," he said, pointing at Graham. "You can talk to me. Tell me, is this true."
"Yes," Graham said, not missing a beat. "Why is it so unusual?'
"I guess one in every four students is Slytherin and one in every six is muggleborn," Draco agreed. "But the hat said... only pure bloods could be in Slytherin."
Grant shrugged. "We're strange, I guess. All I know is that my father is a grocer and we live next door to the Creeveys. My parents don't own wands, nor do they make potions unless you count my mother's soup. My brother got a letter from an owl excepting him here and two years later I got the same. That's when I found out that I have to leave my actual life behind when I'm here. At home, I'm Graham Pritchard, that short kid from elementary school. Here, I'm Graham Pritchard, from the respected Pritchard family."
"So... this was Jeremy's idea?" Draco clarified.
"Completely," I said, quickly.
"I told you not to talk to me." His voice was strained, as if he was trying to keep from yelling. "You couldn't trust me with this?" he asked, suddenly sounding the hurt he was showing earlier. "You couldn't tell me after I told you my biggest secret. After I trusted you more then I've ever trusted any other Slytherin! Fuck you, Jeremy. Don't ever talk to me again, and don't expect me to talk to you." And, with a swish of a black robe, left the corridor.
"I knew you were gay," Graham shouted once he left. "I always thought you two were way to close."
"I just broke up with Ginny, how come everyone thinks I'm gay?" I found myself asking, even though I really couldn't care less.
"Because that's what Ginny said," he said plainly before going off to finish his essay.
So, that's where I am. All the Slytherins are plotting my murder because of Ginny. And that's not all. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is out there killing muggles. He is going to be so offended when he hears about this that you can't bet my family will go to the top of his list.
Yeah, I'm going to get that red-headed bitch. You can bet that whatever Stella can think up won't be good enough. It won't.
Okay, breath, Jeremy. Calm down. Everything's okay. It was just a simple mistake on Ginny's part. She didn't realize what would happen. Just keep telling yourself that. And stop talking to yourself!
Wow, that was almost insane. Maybe Ginny did just make a mistake. I do love her; I should forgive her. Because I love her...
A/N: Aw... poor Jeremy. Well, everybody should review! Now! Go! Stop reading at review already!