Cho: sidles in looking guilty erm hello, yes it's me, I am so sorry to have left anyone reading this without updating – I have no excuse – NO excuse, I'm sorry, well here's Chapter 3, I hope it's laid out better than previous chapters – let me know you think :D
Chapter 3: The Dream
"Hermione! How wonderful to see you dear!"
"Its wonderful to see you too Mrs Weasley"
Hermione's melodic voice drifted up stairs into Ginny's bedroom a week later and Ginny brightened at once and ran down stairs to greet her brother's girlfriend and her best friend. Just as she was getting to the top of the stair, Hermione slender figure swam into view. Ginny took a double take and stared at her friend in amazement. Hermione's hair hung in loose curls down her back and her skin glowed with radiance. A sudden thought swam through her head...
If it weren't for her un-tameable bushy hair – Hermione would in fact be perfect...The sentence ran through her mind like sand – she took another glance at her and with some disappointment noted that Hermione's hair was indeed not bushy – so in fact, to the naked eye she was perfect. It appeared so, at least, as she gave a tinkling laugh at one of Ron's least amusing jokes. She looked down at herself as her face clouded, seeing Hermione looking so beautiful made her hate herself even more. Over the last week she had seemed to make some improvement but not much – she loathed herself as much as ever. Slowly Ginny turned and tried to walk discretely back upstairs but...
"Ginny!!!"
Ginny scowled 'Caught' she thought in annoyance, she plastered a fake smile on her face and turned round
'Hermione – its great to see you again'
Her smile faltered as a look of mild shock and concern cross Hermione's pretty face
'Ginny are you okay?' she asked looking worried
'Yeah...' said Ginny suspiciously 'Why?'
'Oh, nothing – you just look...um...drawn – that's all'
'Oh' Ginny said slightly put out
'So Hermione,' Ron said diverting her attention back to him 'Did you...' he blushed slightly ' Miss me?' A smug expression settled itself on Hermione's perfectly contoured face
"Not at all" she said smoothly
"I knew-wait–what???" Ron spluttered indignantly, then seeing the wicked gleam in Hermione's eye his face relaxed slightly "That," he said pulling her towards him "wasn't very nice...you had me worried" Hermione grinned and pulled him in for a kiss, Ginny let out to snort disgust to mask the fast approaching jealousy boiling up rapidly inside of her, she turned and climbed slowly up the stairs to her room.
Really, it was enough that she had lost the only man she ever loved but did they really have to rub it in her face?
She walked in her room and stole another glance at her refection
"What are you looking at?" she said aloud, sullenly
And what had Hermione been talking about? Drawn? She had never seen anyone less drawn on the contrary the way the flab seemed to drip off her face made Ginny feel positively ill - in fact...
Ginny bolted across the landing and reached the bathroom just in time and threw up violently in the toilet - much to the toilets disgust
"Eighth time this week," it moaned loudly
"Shut it you" Ginny managed to tell it weakly before lurching again
"Ginny?" a tentative voice inquired from the door – Hermione. "Ginny, are you ok?"
Ginny shuddered involuntarily, and caught sight of her sweating, white face in the bathroom mirror, she grimaced
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine thanks" she called, trying as best as she could to sound jolly and carefree, not an easy task considering the circumstances
"Well if you're sure," came Hermione muffled voice through the locked door, still sounding concerned. Ginny listened carefully to Hermione's retreating footsteps and waited until she was sure Hermione was out of earshot before letting out a deep shuddering sigh. Using the towel rail, she hauled herself up clumsily and cleaned up the bathroom...no one would ever have to know.
Ginny staggered out into the hallway feeling curiously light headed, everything seemed to be spinning but somehow she managed to find her way into her room. She immediately collapsed on her bed and fell asleep instantaneously.
The Dream
"No!" a voice screamed, "Leave me alone"
A crowd was gathering round a chubby girl with red hair and freckles, all of them laughing at her un-mercifully.
Harry Potter leaned in for a closer look.
"Who, could ever love you?" a melodic voice crowed. A beautiful girl with loose chestnut curls cascading down her back stepped out of the crowd and eyed at the girl with contempt, Harry recognized the girl in an immediately it was his best friend, Hermione Granger, and to be honest he had to agree with her – the girl on the floor was a state. Her hair looked un-brushed and she looked as if she hadn't washed in days...the sheer sight of her repulsed him. His thought where interrupted by another familiar voice that Harry recognized to be Ron.
"I can't believe you're my sister"
His sister? No...it couldn't be
Harry pushed his way through the crowd
"Ginny?" he said with disbelief. The girl on the floor started at the sound of his voice and looked up at him slowly and a look of delight spread across her face
"Harry!" she breathed "Oh Harry, I'm so glad you're here, make them stop, tell them that you love me..." Harry recoiled in disgust from her outstretched hand
"Don't touch me," he said with utmost revulsion, Ginny gasped in shock "What have you let yourself become, I can't believe I ever loved you." With on last sneering glance he turned his heel and strode away.
"No! Don't leave me Harry" Ginny screamed struggling to her feet and running to catch up with Harry..."Don't leave me again!" Harry turned suddenly and struck her clean across the face with such force Ginny fell to the ground
"I said...don't touch me."
End Dream
Ginny sat bolt upright, drenched in a cold sweat. The room was dark but everywhere she looked she could see Harry, his face filled with disgust. She could still hear his cold voice ringing horribly in her ears
'I said...don't touch me'Ginny broke down and wept.