"Ginny, why are you dressed like that?" Hermione asked Ginny as she
sat down at the table for breakfast. "Because I'm mourning," Ginny
replied as she helped herself to some eggs.
"Ginny, have you seen Harry? He wasn't in the dorm last night," Ron asked. "Nope, sorry, haven't seen." Ginny trailed off as Harry sat down. If Hermione thought Ginny was bad with her black eyeshadow and lipstick and black hood on, well, Harry was exactly the same as yesterday. His black hood didn't show his face at all. "Harry." Hermione said.
"Leave me alone," Harry answered. He grabbed a bagel and stormed off.
"I hope he's ok," Ginny sighed. She quickly ate her last bite of eggs and left off for class.
I wonder what I have first, Ginny thought. Let's see, Arithmancy. She walked off towards the Arithmancy classroom.
"Hello, my name is Mr. Mark, and I will be your new Arithmancy teacher," A tall, black haired man said happily as he smiled. He was at the front of the Arithmancy classroom just as Ginny entered. He seemed like a dork, but you could never tell those things at first sight.
It turned out that he was a dork by the end of the lesson. He made fun of Luna because she said the things they were learning were easy, so he gave her a harder problem. She couldn't do it, so he kept on pointing out that. Luna was complaining nonstop about him while they walked to the next class. "I hate him. I'm going to have a horrible year with him. I hope he forgets about it by tomorrow. I miss our old Arithmancy teacher, don't you?" Luna bugged.
"Yes, I do, but please shut up!" Ginny said through gritted teeth. In truth, she had seen the Dark Mark on his arm. She had seen him twice hold the place where his robe was covering the Mark and said he needed to use the restroom. But how could he Apparate on school grounds? Ginny thought. Oh well, whatever. Wait, no, it's not whatever! He could be an active Death Eater and be spying for You-Know-Who! Wait, You-Know-Who's dead, he couldn't be. But didn't he say something about him having a son who would rule next? Oh great, I've got to get Harry acting normally before something bad happens. Wait, something bad already has happened. It's bad to have a Death Eater on campus! Shit!
Ginny and Luna parted ways as Luna went to Herbology and Ginny went to Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was a mixed class with the Slytherins and Gryffyndors in 6th and 5th year. As she walked in the class, the first thing that caught her eye was Harry. He was so noticeable in black, it was a wonder that Mr. Mark hadn't done anything to him. Wait, he probably doesn't know it's Harry because of his hood. How stupid are you, Ginny!? She thought as she slapped her forehead. She sat down next to Hermione and Neville.
"Hermione, can I see the Daily Prophet please?" Ginny asked.
"Yea, sure, here you go. We're in it, I wonder if Harry told Dumbledore about it," Hermione said as she handed Ginny the paper.
"They mention our names? Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh Mum's going to kill me!"
"No, don't worry, it just mentions about V-Voldemort being dead and all. So basically everyone's rejoicing, yea,"
"Hermione, have you had Mr. Mark yet?"
"No, who's he?"
"The new Arithmancy teacher,"
"We've got a new one?"
"Yea, well, he's a Death Eater,"
"Well it's not like Dumbledore would hire a Death Eater who still serves V-Voldemort,"
"He put his arm where the Dark Mark was and said he needed to use the restroom twice,"
"Uh oh." Hermione couldn't continue for right then a man entered the room. He had black, greasy hair and a hook nose, oh no he was Snape! Suddenly the noisy chatter turned to silent whispers.
"Settle down, class," Snape said calmly. Immediately the whispers stopped. He walked over to Harry's desk and asked him, "What is this, Potter? May I ask why you are wearing a hood that covers your face in class? I request that you remove it."
"I would rather not," Harry said. He crossed his arms and looked away. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"See me after class, Potter. And remove the hood or leave the classroom until you're ready to show your face," Snape sneered. Harry stood up and walked out of the classroom.
"Shall we continue?" Snape said as he walked back to the front of the class. "Today we will be starting with learning about Death Eaters and the power they have."
"But why do we have to learn about Death Eaters when You-Know-Who is dead?" A boy asked.
"Because there still are Death Eaters out there loyal to the Dark Lord, and we have received intelligence that he has a son that might take over," His eyes flashed over to where Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Neville were sitting.
"Oh no," Ginny heard Hermione gasp.
Ginny jogged out of that classroom right when the bell rang. She ran past Partavil and Lavender talking about getting Harry to start the D.A. again. She ran past Hermione and Neville going over the homework and brainstorming what to write about. She didn't know where she was going, she just ran. She let her feet take her anywhere, she just needed to get away from the rest of the world. She was running so fast, she nearly tripped over Draco.
"Watch where you're going, Ginny," He said, catching her. "We have a bit of time to spare, shall we talk?"
"Sure. Whatever," Ginny mumbled. She followed Draco along a corridor and into an empty classroom. He sat down on top of a desk, and Ginny followed suit. She let her feet dangle over the side, kicking the table. She stared down at her feet.
"What's bothering you?" Draco asked. His voice sounded so soothing, it made Ginny feel like she just wanted to spill her thoughts out to him.
"I'm depressed,"
"Why?"
"Because of Harry and You-Know-Who. It was kind of disturbing seeing him kill himself,"
"I understand completely. And Harry has it worse because he talked to his parents and Sirius?"
"Yea. I feel sorry for him. He seems so alone. I wish I could help him be himself again. Maybe that would help me be myself,"
"It's easy to be yourself. You just aren't trying. Think happy thoughts. Wash that black makeup off your face and don't wear all black,"
"I am wearing all black,"
"Even your underwear?"
"Want to check?"
"No thanks,"
"Do you have a knife?"
"No, why?"
"My wrists look like they could use a little cutting,"
"No, don't do that,"
"You don't have to pretend. You hate me, just like everyone else. You just don't want to be blamed if I get hurt,"
"You already are hurt. And I really do love you,"
Wait, he just said love, not like. Was this true? Was it just a mistake? Nobody loved Ginny. How could a guy she thought was her enemy until only recently actually love her?
"No you don't," Ginny said.
"Yes I do. Do you want me to prove it to you?"
Ginny was about to say no, but right then Draco had kissed her. She felt her face and ears on fire, and returned the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, and she put her arms on his shoulders. He was an excellent kisser. No wonder all the girls loved him.
Ginny stopped kissing Draco and looked up into his eyes. He was smiling. He definitely loved her. She put her head on his chest and started sobbing.
"Why are you crying?" Draco asked.
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm still depressed. I don't know. How long have you loved me?"
"Ever since I met you. You stood out from the crowd. I know our backgrounds are different, and that was the only reason I haven't been nice to you in the past. I thought that since you were a Weasley, you would be the same as your brothers, but you're different. You're just the kind of girl I like,"
"What about Pansy?"
"She doesn't really like me. She thinks of me as a toy more than as a friend. But now that she's in Azkaban, I don't have to worry about her,"
"What should I do about Harry?"
"You're dating Harry?"
"No, I mean how should I make him feel happy and himself?"
"Talk to him. It always helps, just like it did right now,"
"Ok, thanks Draco. I'll talk to him,"
"Hey don't forget to wash off that makeup," Draco called after Ginny as she grabbed her bag and walked out the door.
"Ok, I won't," Ginny called back. She then skipped to the restroom feeling a great deal happier than before.
He loves me, he loves me, he loves me! Ginny thought as she washed her face. She was so happy that she didn't notice Hermione enter the restroom.
"Hey, Ginny, you certainly seem a lot happier than before," Hermione said.
"Whoa, you scared me! Well I'm just washing off my makeup, what's so happy about that?"
"It's a guy. I know it is,"
"Well, you'll just have to find out," Ginny said as she skipped out the door.
I love the world, I love the world, I love the world! Ginny thought as she skipped off to lunch. I love that world and the world loves me! I love Draco and he loves me! I love me! I love life! I love.her thoughts were cut off when she skipped right into Harry. He still had his hood on, and he was staring at the ground with his hands in his pockets.
"Hello Harry, sorry for tripping over you!" Ginny yelled. She heard him mumble something. "Hey, Harry, I need to talk to you!"
"You are," Harry growled.
"Privately, in this classroom," Ginny pulled Harry into an empty classroom and immediately pulled off his hood.
"Hey, what'd you do that for!?" Harry whined, trying to grab his hood. Ginny put it in her bag and sat down on a desk.
"Here, sit," Ginny demanded. Harry gave her a look with his pale, bony face that seemed like this was the last thing he wanted to do. He reluctantly sat down next to Ginny.
"Smile, Harry!" Ginny said, looking into his eyes.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because you have to be happy!"
"Why?"
"Because, there's a Death Eater out to get you. He's the new Arithmancy teacher, Mr. Mark. If you're not happy, you'll draw attention to yourself. And then Mr. Mark will notice you and do something!"
"What's he going to do?"
"I don't know, the normal Death Eater stuff, torturing, killing, spying,"
"Ok, kill me now with Avada Kedavra to get it over with,"
"No, are you crazy? You've got to live in this world, no matter if your parents and Sirius are gone. Don't kill yourself!"
"I've been practicing Avada Kedavra, and it's really hard. It makes me feel like it almost doesn't want to let me go to the veil,"
"Of course! Nobody wants you to leave this world! Everybody needs you! You're a hero! Do you know how many girls like you?"
"I'd rather not know,"
"Let's see, there's Emily, there's."
"Ok then, why have I only had one girlfriend and our relationship lasted like two weeks? Everybody hates me, they just think I'm cool because of how I can defeat Voldemort and all that crap,"
"Hey that's a great song! Ok, sing with me: and all that crap! Harry's the best and he knows that! And all that crap! All that crap is a great thing! Harry!"
"Fine. And all that crap is a bunch of junk. And all that crap makes me really depressed. I hate that crap. Yea yea yea I sang. Happy?"
"No. You've got to dance! Come on Harry! Stand up and do something useful with your legs!" Ginny stood up and started doing crazy moves like running around and clapping and tapping her feet. She noticed that Harry was tapping his fingers and humming "All That Jazz". Ginny smiled, because she now knew that he was happy.
"You're happy! Smile! I know you're happy deep down inside of you. You just think that I'm a dork and want me to go away. Ok, I'll go away and let you smile when you want to. Bye happy Harry!" Ginny skipped out of the classroom. She stayed and peeked through the door and saw that Harry now had a smile on his face and was humming "All That Jazz" even louder. Ginny skipped off and promised herself that Draco was the best friend she ever had.
Ok people, review! If you don't review, I won't update. (Or maybe my story just isn't good enough, that's why nobody reviews. Boo hoo! Well if you don't like my story, tell me that in a review!). So review people! See that little button down at the bottom that says submit review and go? Well press that and tell me what you think of my story! If that's too hard, just tell a friend to read and review my story. Much love, (!
"Ginny, have you seen Harry? He wasn't in the dorm last night," Ron asked. "Nope, sorry, haven't seen." Ginny trailed off as Harry sat down. If Hermione thought Ginny was bad with her black eyeshadow and lipstick and black hood on, well, Harry was exactly the same as yesterday. His black hood didn't show his face at all. "Harry." Hermione said.
"Leave me alone," Harry answered. He grabbed a bagel and stormed off.
"I hope he's ok," Ginny sighed. She quickly ate her last bite of eggs and left off for class.
I wonder what I have first, Ginny thought. Let's see, Arithmancy. She walked off towards the Arithmancy classroom.
"Hello, my name is Mr. Mark, and I will be your new Arithmancy teacher," A tall, black haired man said happily as he smiled. He was at the front of the Arithmancy classroom just as Ginny entered. He seemed like a dork, but you could never tell those things at first sight.
It turned out that he was a dork by the end of the lesson. He made fun of Luna because she said the things they were learning were easy, so he gave her a harder problem. She couldn't do it, so he kept on pointing out that. Luna was complaining nonstop about him while they walked to the next class. "I hate him. I'm going to have a horrible year with him. I hope he forgets about it by tomorrow. I miss our old Arithmancy teacher, don't you?" Luna bugged.
"Yes, I do, but please shut up!" Ginny said through gritted teeth. In truth, she had seen the Dark Mark on his arm. She had seen him twice hold the place where his robe was covering the Mark and said he needed to use the restroom. But how could he Apparate on school grounds? Ginny thought. Oh well, whatever. Wait, no, it's not whatever! He could be an active Death Eater and be spying for You-Know-Who! Wait, You-Know-Who's dead, he couldn't be. But didn't he say something about him having a son who would rule next? Oh great, I've got to get Harry acting normally before something bad happens. Wait, something bad already has happened. It's bad to have a Death Eater on campus! Shit!
Ginny and Luna parted ways as Luna went to Herbology and Ginny went to Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was a mixed class with the Slytherins and Gryffyndors in 6th and 5th year. As she walked in the class, the first thing that caught her eye was Harry. He was so noticeable in black, it was a wonder that Mr. Mark hadn't done anything to him. Wait, he probably doesn't know it's Harry because of his hood. How stupid are you, Ginny!? She thought as she slapped her forehead. She sat down next to Hermione and Neville.
"Hermione, can I see the Daily Prophet please?" Ginny asked.
"Yea, sure, here you go. We're in it, I wonder if Harry told Dumbledore about it," Hermione said as she handed Ginny the paper.
"They mention our names? Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh Mum's going to kill me!"
"No, don't worry, it just mentions about V-Voldemort being dead and all. So basically everyone's rejoicing, yea,"
"Hermione, have you had Mr. Mark yet?"
"No, who's he?"
"The new Arithmancy teacher,"
"We've got a new one?"
"Yea, well, he's a Death Eater,"
"Well it's not like Dumbledore would hire a Death Eater who still serves V-Voldemort,"
"He put his arm where the Dark Mark was and said he needed to use the restroom twice,"
"Uh oh." Hermione couldn't continue for right then a man entered the room. He had black, greasy hair and a hook nose, oh no he was Snape! Suddenly the noisy chatter turned to silent whispers.
"Settle down, class," Snape said calmly. Immediately the whispers stopped. He walked over to Harry's desk and asked him, "What is this, Potter? May I ask why you are wearing a hood that covers your face in class? I request that you remove it."
"I would rather not," Harry said. He crossed his arms and looked away. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"See me after class, Potter. And remove the hood or leave the classroom until you're ready to show your face," Snape sneered. Harry stood up and walked out of the classroom.
"Shall we continue?" Snape said as he walked back to the front of the class. "Today we will be starting with learning about Death Eaters and the power they have."
"But why do we have to learn about Death Eaters when You-Know-Who is dead?" A boy asked.
"Because there still are Death Eaters out there loyal to the Dark Lord, and we have received intelligence that he has a son that might take over," His eyes flashed over to where Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Neville were sitting.
"Oh no," Ginny heard Hermione gasp.
Ginny jogged out of that classroom right when the bell rang. She ran past Partavil and Lavender talking about getting Harry to start the D.A. again. She ran past Hermione and Neville going over the homework and brainstorming what to write about. She didn't know where she was going, she just ran. She let her feet take her anywhere, she just needed to get away from the rest of the world. She was running so fast, she nearly tripped over Draco.
"Watch where you're going, Ginny," He said, catching her. "We have a bit of time to spare, shall we talk?"
"Sure. Whatever," Ginny mumbled. She followed Draco along a corridor and into an empty classroom. He sat down on top of a desk, and Ginny followed suit. She let her feet dangle over the side, kicking the table. She stared down at her feet.
"What's bothering you?" Draco asked. His voice sounded so soothing, it made Ginny feel like she just wanted to spill her thoughts out to him.
"I'm depressed,"
"Why?"
"Because of Harry and You-Know-Who. It was kind of disturbing seeing him kill himself,"
"I understand completely. And Harry has it worse because he talked to his parents and Sirius?"
"Yea. I feel sorry for him. He seems so alone. I wish I could help him be himself again. Maybe that would help me be myself,"
"It's easy to be yourself. You just aren't trying. Think happy thoughts. Wash that black makeup off your face and don't wear all black,"
"I am wearing all black,"
"Even your underwear?"
"Want to check?"
"No thanks,"
"Do you have a knife?"
"No, why?"
"My wrists look like they could use a little cutting,"
"No, don't do that,"
"You don't have to pretend. You hate me, just like everyone else. You just don't want to be blamed if I get hurt,"
"You already are hurt. And I really do love you,"
Wait, he just said love, not like. Was this true? Was it just a mistake? Nobody loved Ginny. How could a guy she thought was her enemy until only recently actually love her?
"No you don't," Ginny said.
"Yes I do. Do you want me to prove it to you?"
Ginny was about to say no, but right then Draco had kissed her. She felt her face and ears on fire, and returned the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, and she put her arms on his shoulders. He was an excellent kisser. No wonder all the girls loved him.
Ginny stopped kissing Draco and looked up into his eyes. He was smiling. He definitely loved her. She put her head on his chest and started sobbing.
"Why are you crying?" Draco asked.
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm still depressed. I don't know. How long have you loved me?"
"Ever since I met you. You stood out from the crowd. I know our backgrounds are different, and that was the only reason I haven't been nice to you in the past. I thought that since you were a Weasley, you would be the same as your brothers, but you're different. You're just the kind of girl I like,"
"What about Pansy?"
"She doesn't really like me. She thinks of me as a toy more than as a friend. But now that she's in Azkaban, I don't have to worry about her,"
"What should I do about Harry?"
"You're dating Harry?"
"No, I mean how should I make him feel happy and himself?"
"Talk to him. It always helps, just like it did right now,"
"Ok, thanks Draco. I'll talk to him,"
"Hey don't forget to wash off that makeup," Draco called after Ginny as she grabbed her bag and walked out the door.
"Ok, I won't," Ginny called back. She then skipped to the restroom feeling a great deal happier than before.
He loves me, he loves me, he loves me! Ginny thought as she washed her face. She was so happy that she didn't notice Hermione enter the restroom.
"Hey, Ginny, you certainly seem a lot happier than before," Hermione said.
"Whoa, you scared me! Well I'm just washing off my makeup, what's so happy about that?"
"It's a guy. I know it is,"
"Well, you'll just have to find out," Ginny said as she skipped out the door.
I love the world, I love the world, I love the world! Ginny thought as she skipped off to lunch. I love that world and the world loves me! I love Draco and he loves me! I love me! I love life! I love.her thoughts were cut off when she skipped right into Harry. He still had his hood on, and he was staring at the ground with his hands in his pockets.
"Hello Harry, sorry for tripping over you!" Ginny yelled. She heard him mumble something. "Hey, Harry, I need to talk to you!"
"You are," Harry growled.
"Privately, in this classroom," Ginny pulled Harry into an empty classroom and immediately pulled off his hood.
"Hey, what'd you do that for!?" Harry whined, trying to grab his hood. Ginny put it in her bag and sat down on a desk.
"Here, sit," Ginny demanded. Harry gave her a look with his pale, bony face that seemed like this was the last thing he wanted to do. He reluctantly sat down next to Ginny.
"Smile, Harry!" Ginny said, looking into his eyes.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because you have to be happy!"
"Why?"
"Because, there's a Death Eater out to get you. He's the new Arithmancy teacher, Mr. Mark. If you're not happy, you'll draw attention to yourself. And then Mr. Mark will notice you and do something!"
"What's he going to do?"
"I don't know, the normal Death Eater stuff, torturing, killing, spying,"
"Ok, kill me now with Avada Kedavra to get it over with,"
"No, are you crazy? You've got to live in this world, no matter if your parents and Sirius are gone. Don't kill yourself!"
"I've been practicing Avada Kedavra, and it's really hard. It makes me feel like it almost doesn't want to let me go to the veil,"
"Of course! Nobody wants you to leave this world! Everybody needs you! You're a hero! Do you know how many girls like you?"
"I'd rather not know,"
"Let's see, there's Emily, there's."
"Ok then, why have I only had one girlfriend and our relationship lasted like two weeks? Everybody hates me, they just think I'm cool because of how I can defeat Voldemort and all that crap,"
"Hey that's a great song! Ok, sing with me: and all that crap! Harry's the best and he knows that! And all that crap! All that crap is a great thing! Harry!"
"Fine. And all that crap is a bunch of junk. And all that crap makes me really depressed. I hate that crap. Yea yea yea I sang. Happy?"
"No. You've got to dance! Come on Harry! Stand up and do something useful with your legs!" Ginny stood up and started doing crazy moves like running around and clapping and tapping her feet. She noticed that Harry was tapping his fingers and humming "All That Jazz". Ginny smiled, because she now knew that he was happy.
"You're happy! Smile! I know you're happy deep down inside of you. You just think that I'm a dork and want me to go away. Ok, I'll go away and let you smile when you want to. Bye happy Harry!" Ginny skipped out of the classroom. She stayed and peeked through the door and saw that Harry now had a smile on his face and was humming "All That Jazz" even louder. Ginny skipped off and promised herself that Draco was the best friend she ever had.
Ok people, review! If you don't review, I won't update. (Or maybe my story just isn't good enough, that's why nobody reviews. Boo hoo! Well if you don't like my story, tell me that in a review!). So review people! See that little button down at the bottom that says submit review and go? Well press that and tell me what you think of my story! If that's too hard, just tell a friend to read and review my story. Much love, (!