Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing from Harry Potter, nothing in this story. If I did, well then i'd be damn rich!
A/N: This is my first fanfic by myself. I win! WooT, okay. My friend got me into writing them (i.e. AMI) so I wanted to try this out. Hope you like it and I want to hear what you think. Oh yeah.. BE NICE!! hehe, thanks!
Ginny turned around, tears streaming down her face.
"What's wrong with me? Don't I know any better? 'Oh yeah, I want to be with the person that hurts me!' Real smooth, Ginny." Ginny sat in her favorite spot, a secluded area in the Restricted Section of the library. It was well past one, yet all she could do was sit and think of the mistake she had made. Tears fell, staining the book she had been reading. She reflected back to the past twenty-four hours, on how she had made the biggest decision any girl who was only 17 should make..
Ginny's pace quickened. Next year would be her last, and she couldn't wait. She had learned so much over the last five years, mostly about trust, and what comes along with it. Her childish feelings for Harry had dispersed, and her brother and Hermione were very much in love, for the last three years this week, that is. Ginny had tried to give up on someone, however it failed. Someone she could have. Someone named...
"Watch where you're going!"
Ginny ran head on into, the ever popular, Draco Malfoy. Within the last five years, Malfoy had become even more handsome, yet Ginny dared to mention this to anyone. He was handsome, without a doubt. She had just turned seventeen, yet still was only in her sixth year. Her feelings to him would never show, unless..
"Well if you weren't so damn stuck-up with your nose in the clouds, maybe you could see where you were going and not run into me!" Ginny stormed off. Grrrrrrrr. Draco watched Ginny storm off, despite the growing pain in his stomach, he would not let some little sixth year.. girl.. get to him. However he did like the way her long auburn hair swooshed when she walked, and the twinkle of her chocolate colored eyes, and the.. stop it Draco! He mentally slapped himself. "I have got to stop these childish infatuations," he reminded himself. But inside, he knew these weren't infatuations. His mind wondered off to reminder of Quidditch practice today.
Ginny sat down in the library with her brother, his girlfriend, and Harry. The look on Ginny's face puzzled the trio, as she had had that look on her face an immense amount lately. Hermione looked over at Ginny.
"Gin, what's troubling you? You've been so down lately."
"I'm alright, Mione. I'm just worried about some upcomming tests, t-thats all." She stuttered, trying her best not to. Harry looked at Ginny, showing signs of sympathy. Ginny grew angry with this. Her eyes narrowed into slits.
"I don't need sympathy from anyone! Just leave me alone!" Tears began to build, but she ran off into her dorm before anyone else could see that. She cried into her pillow, breathing heavily. "Why can't everyone leave me alone? Why can't Ron and Hermione just go off into their perfect world? Why can't Harry just get it through his thick, scarred head that I don't like him anymore? And why can't I get over that damn blonde haired Slytherin!" She cried until it hurt to cry. She heard a knock at her door.
"Ginny?" Hermione's voice was soothing, but she didn't feel much like talking. "Ginny, can I come in?" Ginny pretended she was asleep until Hermione left. With that, she fell asleep peacefully, yet only to awaken to nightmares.
"Malfoy! Keep your broom up! MALFOY!" Madam Hooch shouted. "Malfoy, bring your broom down here this instant!"
"But you just told me to keep it up!"
"Well bring it down, you're flying it as if you have had one too many Firewhiskeys." He landed his broom. "Now Malfoy, what is-- Malfoy!" Malfoy walked off, irritated, mad, and just plain pissed off.
A/N: Okay so what did you think? I like it, I think. I writing Chappie 2 right now, so I'll update shortly.
