A/N: Hey all!! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. It's been
a whole three days!! Anyway! Here the next chapter!! Thanks for all the
reviews!!! Keep 'em up!!!
"Ginny!!! Ginny!!! Ginny wake the hell up!!!!"
Ginny's eyes flew open. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest as she bolted up. She shot scared glances around the room. "What? What's wrong?" Then her eyes landed on Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
Her heart began to slow and her anger rose. 'What the hell are these arses waking me up like this for?'
"What's wrong is that because of YOU Gryffindor lost sixty points last night and I have to take a week of detentions after the holidays!"
Ginny was irate, but kept her cool. "Sixty points? Oh, Ron, I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to beat the shit out of Finnigan." She plastered a sad, innocent look on her face that always got her brother. This time, however, it didn't seem to be working. He was REALLY pissed off.
"McGonagall took thirty each from me and Seamus! And how could you not expect me to beat that bastard's asre after what he said about my sister?" He paused as his face began to turn plume. "I don't care if it's true or not!"
Ginny gasped at what he was saying. He thought she was a slut? How could he think that about her? 'What a stupid prat!' Ginny continued to keep the façade going. "It's NOT true Ron." Her voice was steady, but she let it crack a little, giving it the effect of sadness, which was definitely NOT what she was feeling.
Ron rolled his eyes at his little sister. "Please Gin! Don't give me that crap!! Only sluts hang out around Malfoy!" His body began to shake with hatred as he mentioned Draco's name, and his face was beginning to turn blue. Ginny wished all the blood rushing to his face would cause him to pass out and spare her his tirade.
She let his words echo through the room as she stared at him. Her coolness was quickly fading. She was loosing control again as Hermione broke in.
"Where were you last night Gin? We looked for you after McGonagall made Ron leave the Ball, but we couldn't find you. We came back to the common room and waited until three in the morning, but you never came back." Her statement was filled with concern and anger.
'What right does she have to be angry, or concerned? It's bad enough with Ron, but at least he's family.' This girl was just his little fucking post as far as Ginny was concerned at the moment. Her anger flared. Last night she had thought she could never be angrier, but she was wrong. Her face heated and her eyes began to burn like they were on fire. She saw Hermione gasp and take a small step backwards and ran into Ginny's mirror. Ginny looked past the small, frightened brown haired girl and saw her own reflection. Her face was bright red, but what made her stomach flip were her eyes. They were bright red and LOOKED like they were afire. But her mind suddenly remembered what the stupid bitch had just said and she flipped her eyes back onto the girl.
"Well, I wasn't fucking anyone if that's what you all want to know."
Her eyes darted to her brother and the two Weasley's stared at each other with intense anger flicking between them until Ginny broke the deafening silence with her voice cool and calm. "I'm sorry if I worried you all, but I can take care of myself, even around Malfoy", she made sure not to use his first name to insure her brother's anger would not fair up even more. "I went to the lake and sat for a long time. I've been going through things lately that, I assure you, none of you would be able to understand. My life is whirling around me and I don't know where it's going." Her statement was bland, but true.
She stopped talking and looked down at her hands. Her anger was fading and she was starting to feel sad. She always knew no one would be able to understand her fully, but saying it out loud only made her sadder. She looked up at her brother who seemed to have calmed down a lot, since his face was now only a twinge of pink. Then, she looked over at Harry and felt her stomach lurch. His dark brown hair was messy and his clothes lay over his masculine frame with a lazy look. But what got her was the look on his face and his piercing green eyes. His features were almost blank, but had hardness etched into them. And his eyes, which had been freed of glasses in his fifth year, were burning into her. When her eyes met his, it made her want to cry. She couldn't tell what was in them, but it scared her. She had never seen him look at her like that. Not like he really ever looked at her, but now she was wishing he never would again. He made her feel like that young girl who had a crush on him oh so long ago. It unsettled her, to say the least. She had to pull her eyes away from him, but she couldn't. It was as if he had her under some sort of spell. She swallowed nervously and the noise of it brought her out of the trance. She took the moment to look back down at her hands. Then, a deep, concerned, almost unrecognizable voice ran through her mind, and she realized it was Harry. He sounded so different.
"Ginny, you know you can tell us anything. We all love you and will accept you no matter what. If you need help or if you're in trouble." his voice began to falter a bit and Ginny, against her better judgment, looked up into his dark green eyes again. This time, they looked sad, and were filled with longing. He met her eyes and continued. "We will ALWAYS be here for you."
'My hero.' Ginny thought as she gazed into his eyes. The thought was dark and sarcastic. 'If I'm in trouble? What about when I'm not in trouble? What then? They won't be there for me?' Ginny's thoughts were rapid, but depressing. Why couldn't he just want to be her friend? Why couldn't he? She decided to pull the mask off, and her eyes filled with all her troubles and sadness. She wanted Harry to see it as she responded to his remarks, her voice low and faltering.
"I'm sorry Harry, but I don't need rescuing. I don't need someone to be there to HELP me. I need someone there to be WITH me." She tore her gaze from his and looked at her brother.
"I love you Ron, but you do not know me." Her voice was filling with tears, but she willed herself to hold them back. She let her gaze go from one person to the next as she continued. "None of you know me, and you never will until you TRY to get to know me. Not just try to pry into my life like you all have some right to." She stopped and looked down at her shaking hands. She closed her eyes and thought of her calming charm, then she looked up again to face her somber faced brother. "I am much, much more than any of you can even begin to understand."
She felt herself get up and walk down the stairs to the common room. No one was in there, but even if there were, Ginny wouldn't have seen them. She headed for the portrait hole and slipped out. She needed a bath.
A/N: Ok, how did it go? Tell me if you like it or not!! Thanks!!!~GodessAthena
"Ginny!!! Ginny!!! Ginny wake the hell up!!!!"
Ginny's eyes flew open. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest as she bolted up. She shot scared glances around the room. "What? What's wrong?" Then her eyes landed on Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
Her heart began to slow and her anger rose. 'What the hell are these arses waking me up like this for?'
"What's wrong is that because of YOU Gryffindor lost sixty points last night and I have to take a week of detentions after the holidays!"
Ginny was irate, but kept her cool. "Sixty points? Oh, Ron, I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to beat the shit out of Finnigan." She plastered a sad, innocent look on her face that always got her brother. This time, however, it didn't seem to be working. He was REALLY pissed off.
"McGonagall took thirty each from me and Seamus! And how could you not expect me to beat that bastard's asre after what he said about my sister?" He paused as his face began to turn plume. "I don't care if it's true or not!"
Ginny gasped at what he was saying. He thought she was a slut? How could he think that about her? 'What a stupid prat!' Ginny continued to keep the façade going. "It's NOT true Ron." Her voice was steady, but she let it crack a little, giving it the effect of sadness, which was definitely NOT what she was feeling.
Ron rolled his eyes at his little sister. "Please Gin! Don't give me that crap!! Only sluts hang out around Malfoy!" His body began to shake with hatred as he mentioned Draco's name, and his face was beginning to turn blue. Ginny wished all the blood rushing to his face would cause him to pass out and spare her his tirade.
She let his words echo through the room as she stared at him. Her coolness was quickly fading. She was loosing control again as Hermione broke in.
"Where were you last night Gin? We looked for you after McGonagall made Ron leave the Ball, but we couldn't find you. We came back to the common room and waited until three in the morning, but you never came back." Her statement was filled with concern and anger.
'What right does she have to be angry, or concerned? It's bad enough with Ron, but at least he's family.' This girl was just his little fucking post as far as Ginny was concerned at the moment. Her anger flared. Last night she had thought she could never be angrier, but she was wrong. Her face heated and her eyes began to burn like they were on fire. She saw Hermione gasp and take a small step backwards and ran into Ginny's mirror. Ginny looked past the small, frightened brown haired girl and saw her own reflection. Her face was bright red, but what made her stomach flip were her eyes. They were bright red and LOOKED like they were afire. But her mind suddenly remembered what the stupid bitch had just said and she flipped her eyes back onto the girl.
"Well, I wasn't fucking anyone if that's what you all want to know."
Her eyes darted to her brother and the two Weasley's stared at each other with intense anger flicking between them until Ginny broke the deafening silence with her voice cool and calm. "I'm sorry if I worried you all, but I can take care of myself, even around Malfoy", she made sure not to use his first name to insure her brother's anger would not fair up even more. "I went to the lake and sat for a long time. I've been going through things lately that, I assure you, none of you would be able to understand. My life is whirling around me and I don't know where it's going." Her statement was bland, but true.
She stopped talking and looked down at her hands. Her anger was fading and she was starting to feel sad. She always knew no one would be able to understand her fully, but saying it out loud only made her sadder. She looked up at her brother who seemed to have calmed down a lot, since his face was now only a twinge of pink. Then, she looked over at Harry and felt her stomach lurch. His dark brown hair was messy and his clothes lay over his masculine frame with a lazy look. But what got her was the look on his face and his piercing green eyes. His features were almost blank, but had hardness etched into them. And his eyes, which had been freed of glasses in his fifth year, were burning into her. When her eyes met his, it made her want to cry. She couldn't tell what was in them, but it scared her. She had never seen him look at her like that. Not like he really ever looked at her, but now she was wishing he never would again. He made her feel like that young girl who had a crush on him oh so long ago. It unsettled her, to say the least. She had to pull her eyes away from him, but she couldn't. It was as if he had her under some sort of spell. She swallowed nervously and the noise of it brought her out of the trance. She took the moment to look back down at her hands. Then, a deep, concerned, almost unrecognizable voice ran through her mind, and she realized it was Harry. He sounded so different.
"Ginny, you know you can tell us anything. We all love you and will accept you no matter what. If you need help or if you're in trouble." his voice began to falter a bit and Ginny, against her better judgment, looked up into his dark green eyes again. This time, they looked sad, and were filled with longing. He met her eyes and continued. "We will ALWAYS be here for you."
'My hero.' Ginny thought as she gazed into his eyes. The thought was dark and sarcastic. 'If I'm in trouble? What about when I'm not in trouble? What then? They won't be there for me?' Ginny's thoughts were rapid, but depressing. Why couldn't he just want to be her friend? Why couldn't he? She decided to pull the mask off, and her eyes filled with all her troubles and sadness. She wanted Harry to see it as she responded to his remarks, her voice low and faltering.
"I'm sorry Harry, but I don't need rescuing. I don't need someone to be there to HELP me. I need someone there to be WITH me." She tore her gaze from his and looked at her brother.
"I love you Ron, but you do not know me." Her voice was filling with tears, but she willed herself to hold them back. She let her gaze go from one person to the next as she continued. "None of you know me, and you never will until you TRY to get to know me. Not just try to pry into my life like you all have some right to." She stopped and looked down at her shaking hands. She closed her eyes and thought of her calming charm, then she looked up again to face her somber faced brother. "I am much, much more than any of you can even begin to understand."
She felt herself get up and walk down the stairs to the common room. No one was in there, but even if there were, Ginny wouldn't have seen them. She headed for the portrait hole and slipped out. She needed a bath.
A/N: Ok, how did it go? Tell me if you like it or not!! Thanks!!!~GodessAthena