I'm like something that is dead. I'm idle. My own indolence insults
me. I wish I could be more, but I'm not. It has gotten to a terrible point
these days were all I do is sit around and yet, not surprisingly, no one
has notice my absence. Today I told my mother that I felt unimportant. She
laughed, not to be insulting, just jokingly.
"You're not unimortant! Look at you." she said "You're beautiful, intelligent----someone's bound to notice you."
Someone's bound to notice me. I never said anything about being invisible.
The house is still and smells like silence. My mother is busy cooking or something in the kitchen. Sometimes I feel as though I'm allergic to daily life! If I were to tell one of my brothers this---or even Hermione, they would think that I was overreacting, being overly dramatic. I stare down at my own hands, red and chapped for no particular reason at all. Maybe I'll go outside. I hate the floor boards out side my door they make the most dreadful creaking sound, a horrifying sound. A sound that lets the whole house know that little Ginny is not tucked away safely in her bed. I walk down the stairs to the sun kissed woodiness that is the kitchen. Surprisingly my mother is not here. Maybe she has gone outside. I make my way over the door but then think twice of it. I do not want to be outside right now. So I go stand before the fireplace. That floo powder does look enticing. I let out a little laugh and sift my hand through the dusty substance. I take a handful and step into fire place. "Diagon Alley!" It seems as though network has been rerouted. I step out into a dark, bookshelf adorned area. I sneeze. "Dusty" I say clenching my teeth. "I hate dust!" my voice elevates in pitch. "That is exactly what I was thinking."
I know what is coming next. I wait for the brazenfaced blond nuisance behind that low drawl. Instead a rather disgruntled looking Draco appears from the shadows, wand pointed directly between my eyes.
" uhh --I---" I stutter, leaning back , my hands forward as if I am pushing the air around him away in self defense. "I'm not up for our petty exchanges of childish taunting." He sneers. He sweeps a loose bit of hair away from his face. It is not slicked back. I step forward as if I were about to say something. No words. He advances forward his jaw set in an insane snarl, like that of a madman. My breathing is near still now. For once though, I do not feel like fainting. There is something in those once cold eyes that intuitively tells me he would not dare to harm me. Is that passion I see? Is that feeling? Do I see a person that is craving for something? Do I see a person? Shaking, I walk forward. My right arm extends out, knocking Draco's wand to the floor. I wrap both of my arms clumsily around his neck. I press my lips to his fumbling for I kiss (as I have never kissed another before). He is kissing me back, his hands moving up and down my back, caressing my waist. Why does he do this? He pulls away. I pause, basking in the moment but alas, it is over. I look down to see Draco bending to retrieve the dropped wand. He stares back at me ardent. I return his gaze reproachful, my fingertips pressed to my lips. What have I done? How could I have changed opinion of him in so little time? He looks away and breathing heavily he disappears behind one of the tall bookcases.
"You're not unimortant! Look at you." she said "You're beautiful, intelligent----someone's bound to notice you."
Someone's bound to notice me. I never said anything about being invisible.
The house is still and smells like silence. My mother is busy cooking or something in the kitchen. Sometimes I feel as though I'm allergic to daily life! If I were to tell one of my brothers this---or even Hermione, they would think that I was overreacting, being overly dramatic. I stare down at my own hands, red and chapped for no particular reason at all. Maybe I'll go outside. I hate the floor boards out side my door they make the most dreadful creaking sound, a horrifying sound. A sound that lets the whole house know that little Ginny is not tucked away safely in her bed. I walk down the stairs to the sun kissed woodiness that is the kitchen. Surprisingly my mother is not here. Maybe she has gone outside. I make my way over the door but then think twice of it. I do not want to be outside right now. So I go stand before the fireplace. That floo powder does look enticing. I let out a little laugh and sift my hand through the dusty substance. I take a handful and step into fire place. "Diagon Alley!" It seems as though network has been rerouted. I step out into a dark, bookshelf adorned area. I sneeze. "Dusty" I say clenching my teeth. "I hate dust!" my voice elevates in pitch. "That is exactly what I was thinking."
I know what is coming next. I wait for the brazenfaced blond nuisance behind that low drawl. Instead a rather disgruntled looking Draco appears from the shadows, wand pointed directly between my eyes.
" uhh --I---" I stutter, leaning back , my hands forward as if I am pushing the air around him away in self defense. "I'm not up for our petty exchanges of childish taunting." He sneers. He sweeps a loose bit of hair away from his face. It is not slicked back. I step forward as if I were about to say something. No words. He advances forward his jaw set in an insane snarl, like that of a madman. My breathing is near still now. For once though, I do not feel like fainting. There is something in those once cold eyes that intuitively tells me he would not dare to harm me. Is that passion I see? Is that feeling? Do I see a person that is craving for something? Do I see a person? Shaking, I walk forward. My right arm extends out, knocking Draco's wand to the floor. I wrap both of my arms clumsily around his neck. I press my lips to his fumbling for I kiss (as I have never kissed another before). He is kissing me back, his hands moving up and down my back, caressing my waist. Why does he do this? He pulls away. I pause, basking in the moment but alas, it is over. I look down to see Draco bending to retrieve the dropped wand. He stares back at me ardent. I return his gaze reproachful, my fingertips pressed to my lips. What have I done? How could I have changed opinion of him in so little time? He looks away and breathing heavily he disappears behind one of the tall bookcases.