The Lessons of Ginny Weasley
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Summary: Ginny Weasley has had to learn some tough lessons over time. GD
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Most people want to think I didn't go to Tom of my own free will.
But I did.
My family would like to think I don't look at muggles with distaste.
But I do.
My brother imagines that I don't spend my time eyeing Draco Malfoy.
Which, with no regrets I do, with great results.
I tell people what they want to hear, saying and doing the opposite. People have taught me lessons, over the years, lessons that I want to share with you. No one should remain downtrodden and ignored. You shouldn't be alone or unheard.
I received my first lesson from the Dark Lord himself: Tom didn't bewitch me into following him. He asked.
And I said yes.
He held his hand. "Will you come with me, Ginny?"
She looked at him and his outstretched hand then took it with her own pale white one. "Teach me Tom. Teach me what I need to know," she whispered. He smiled softly, "Are you sure Ginny?" So quiet; all that could be heard was the sound of her breathing. She nodded.
The chamber was dark and unlit when they arrived. Tom placed a hand on Ginny's small shoulder and said, "Light the torches, Ginny." She smiled shyly at his touch that no longer went through her. As she waved her wand, one by one, they flamed into life, lighting the shadows. "Welcome to the chamber of secrets." Tom flung out his arms, grinning, as he stepped out of the shadows and into the light. His black hair glinted contrasting with his pearly white teeth.
Ginny walked forward and looked up. The statue of Salazar Slytherin towered above her. The cold marble eyes, stared at her, piercing through her thoughts and the cruel mouth, sneered down upon her. Her legs shook and gave out, and she fell to her knees. Tears ran down her face, falling onto the already wet floor. What had she done? The statue had judged her, she was too pure to be evil. It had told her so, in her head. A strangled sob tried to escape her throat as she wrapped her arms around her knees. This wasn't what she wanted.
Tom's footsteps sounded on the cold stone floor behind her.
"You're weak, Ginny; alone and invisible. I can help you change that." His hands gently stroked her hair. He bent down close and whispered into her ear, almost lovingly, "Do you want to know the first rule of change?" She nodded, still crying.
"Never trust anyone."
And then the world went black.
Yes, Lord Voldemort taught me not to trust, but he also taught me betrayal and desertion. Three very useful gifts for the future. If I ever see him again, I must remember to thank him.
My life changed a little from then on. I had my five minutes of fame when Harry rescued me from the Chamber, the unknown Weasley. I yearned for Harry even more after that, the sound of his name used to make me blush!
But deep down, buried somewhere inside of me was the seed of evil Tom had placed there. The very thing that makes me discontent to this day. My inner demon that I embraced as I grew older. Something's are meant to stay the same. I wasn't one.
The famous Harry Potter taught me heartbreak. Which is a pity, because I would like to have taught him that. Cocky bastard.
The common room was practically empty; the only people in there were asleep beside one red headed girl, curled up in a chair with a book. Harry Potter glanced around, checking that all was clear. He consulted his watch then tensed himself and began walking over to the girl.
Ginny Weasley looked up from her book, Alchemy in the 20th Century, and smiled at Harry as he walked towards her. "Hey Harry," she called softly, uncurling her legs so he could perch at the edge of the chair.
"Ginny," he began hesitantly. She frowned "Harry, what's wrong?" Harry reached out and grasped one her hands. "You know we've been going out for nearly six months now." Ginny nodded slowly "Uh-huh," she urged.
Harry squirmed, nearly falling of the chair. "I think we might be needing to… em… er… take…" he muttered.
She looked down on him coolly "Harry Potter, are you breaking up with me?" she asked quietly.
He nodded. "I started seeing Cho a few weeks ago, and well you know I've always had a thing for her and…" he spoke very quickly but Ginny cut him off.
"Harry. I don't give a shit about fucking ChoI'vehadathingforherforagesChang." She stood up, pushing him onto the floor causing his glasses to smash, "I loved you and I thought you loved me!" she shouted, crying.
"Ginny I'm sorry, " Harry called from the floor, picking up his broken glasses, trying to grab her hand but she shook him off.
"Leave me alone" she hissed, tears falling gracefully down her ivory skin, as she pushed her way through the gathering crowd and out the portrait hole.
And so concludes lesson, No.2. I was pathetic back then, for loving potty wee Potter. Very sad of me. When I see him now, married to Cho with a little girl and a boy on the way, I think of how lucky I was that he did what he did. I admire Cho for putting up with him.
My next lesson was a mixture of many things; desire, how to liase with the enemy, and sweet old-fashioned revenge. Courtesy of Draco Malfoy.
They had crashed into each other, both too deep in their own thoughts to notice the other, landing in a pile on the stone floor. "Watch where you're going, Weaslette!" Malfoy sneered at Ginny as she pulled herself from under him "And I'll have ten points from Gryffindor for wandering the corridors at night," he smirked contentedly.
"Fuck off Ferret!" she yelled at him, pushing him into the wall.
Malfoy was in shock. Had she, a Weasley, just touched him – wait, pushed him? He reached out and grabbed her arm, twisting it cruelly behind her back. "What did you say Weasley?" he asked softly in her ear. Ginny bowed her head, letting the tears fall from her eyes.
Malfoy let go of her in surprise and watched as she slumped to the floor. "What's the matter Weaslette?" he asked.
"Fuck off Malfoy; it's none of your business," she spat at him. He stared at her then made up his mind. 'Well, I think it is now seeing as you've gone and messed up my robes by touching them!" he said as he sat down next to her, leaning casually against the wall. He tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. Silence filled the corridor.
She sat, waiting for a smirk, along with another snide remark but it didn't come. Instead she heard him say quietly, "Is it Potter?" Ginny raised her head in surprise at the caring tone and nodded. Malfoy smirked. She should have known it couldn't have lasted forever. Silence again.
"Coming for a walk?" Malfoy stood up suddenly and held out a hand.
Ginny took it warily and wiped the tears of her face with the back of her other hand.
They walked slowly along the corridor then down the main stairs and into the entrance hall. "You ok now?" Ginny nodded silently, still standing on the bottom step. Even with a step to her advantage, she was a good head shorter than him.
"Well, I'm off to bed and unless you feel like joining me, goodnight." Malfoy said briskly, turning away.
"Draco," Ginny began, stepping down the last step but tripped. Draco whipped around, just in time to catch her.
She grabbed his arms and fell into his chest. They now stood very close, too close. Close enough for her to feel his warm breath on her forehead. Her eyes were level with his chest and she couldn't help but admire the muscles that held her up.
"Like what you see Weasley?" he asked mockingly. She pushed him away again.
"What about you, ferret boy? You were the one looking down my top!" she replied angrily.
Malfoy raised his hands in defense "So we're even!" he declared loudly, grinning. He leaned down and kissed her swiftly on the lips. "Well, now we're even" he murmured softly as he pulled away.
She looked at him with raised eyebrows. "No" she whispered, reaching out an arm and sliding it around his neck, lowering his head. "Now we are," she touched his lips gently with hers, teasing them apart before exploring his mouth.
He deepened the kiss, tantalizing her mouth. She moved her hands down his chest feeling his muscles tense. He smiled, self-satisfied, as a soft moan escaped her lips when her hands came to rest on his chest.
After a few minutes, Draco pulled away and looked at her questioningly. 'You wouldn't be using to me to get back at Potter, now would you?"
Ginny smirked smugly.
He smirked back "Fine by me."
Ginny yawned as she made her way across the entrance hall. She looked half dead as she began to push open the doors to the Great hall when a voice stopped her.
"Somebody was up late last night." Draco pushed himself of the wall where he'd been leaning in the shadows and stepped into the light.
She glared at him "No thanks to you," she hissed grumpily, hiking up her shirt collar to hide the bruise forming on her neck. "Well actually I thought you might want some help," he replied good-naturedly, slinging an arm round her shoulder.
"With what?"
He grinned "With getting even with Potter publicly" came the simple answer.
Ron looked up from his porridge and gasped. "What?" asked Hermione, as she looked up from her book. Ron pointed wordlessly at the doors that led into the great hall. She looked up and dropped her spoon in horror. Harry raised his tousled head to glance over at what the others were staring at and immediately wished he hadn't.
Standing in the doorway, was Malfoy and Ginny, caught up in a passionate embrace. Arms locked around each other, Ginny was kissing the Dream team's worst enemy and from this angle, it looked like she was enjoying it. Harry jumped up at once to hold Ron down; watching as the couple broke apart, looking at each other with matching smirks.
A ripple of whispers spread down the tables, stares at Harry, a couple of Aw the poor guy or the old Malfoy charm did it again. All just words to Harry as he grasped Ron's arm, digging his nails in.
As Ginny sat down defiantly next to Hermione, he watched as a cruel light appeared in her eyes and consumed the rich, dark, chocolate innocence that once resided there.
Thanks to Malfoy, I had my vengeance. I owed him big for that. Ron wasn't too happy though!
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