Author's Note: Oy! What's up with this? I put in the spiffy asterisks and what do I get in the finished result? Nothing! They aren't there! Bloody fonging hell on a stick! (Oh, by now you should realize that there will be a nice large amount of inventive cursing in my author notes and this story. Get used to it. It's rated R for a reason.) growls I'm trying this again. If takes them out again...not good. Very bad. I'll have to start a crappy garage band and quit writing. Lol. ARG! It did it again! Hope these things work...
Disclaimer: Is it just me, or has suburbia gotten worse? Good. Glad it's not just me.
(Spiffy break thing that stupid FF.N won't put in...GR!)
Ginny watched from fifty feet up as Draco blinked, shook his head, and began jogging around the Pitch again. She sighed, so much for a peaceful evening. Her breakup with Harry still fresh in her mind, she growled, and leaned down over the handle of her Firestar 150. Not the greatest broom in the world, ('and certainly not the most comfortable!' Ginny thought, wiggling her bum on the uncomfortable Cushion Charm.), and not the newest, but it was fast, and it served it's purpose.
She was the star Chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Star Chaser, indeed. Ginny was good, but she was only ever the star because of Harry and Ron. Without Harry as her romantic interest, no doubt she would be bumped back to 'Rising Glory'. And without Ron, she'd be just another player. Not that it mattered any. Quidditch was just a game, no matter how much Ron insisted otherwise.
Ginny swerved as she reached the commentators box, and through herself into a dive. It didn't matter that Ferret was down there jogging. It didn't really matter if she crashed. She shook her hair out of her eyes and pulled out of the dive.
After half an hour of dangerous aerials, which included several jumps through the goal hoops, more then a fair share of reckless dives, and, at one point, nearly falling off her broom from at least one hundred fifty feet up, Ginny touched back down to the ground.
It took her several moments to realize two things as she walked back to the Gryffindor Locker Rooms. One, that Mal-Ferret had stayed and watched her for the entire time that she was up in the air, and two. She'd done all her aerials in a skirt, which had undoubtedly flashed the Ferret a lot more then just some thigh.
Tossing her broom over her shoulder, Ginny bit her lip, endeavoring to ignore Malfoy as he trotted up next to her in all of his blonde smirking glory. "Weasel."
"Ferret." She returned, turning to face him as they reached the red and gold emblem of Gryffindor. "What d'you want?"
He smirked, "That leaves you open, Little Weasel. So many jibes..." He sighed dreamily, before looking down at her dirt streaked face. "You're aerials are excellent. Where did you learn them?"
It was her turn to smirk. "You pick up the most interesting things in a house full off Quidditch insane maniac boys."
He sighed, and bit back the immediate jab about her house. "Fine, Weasel. Keep your secret, but you need to remember one thing."
Ginny raised an eyebrow at him, looking incredulous. "And what's that?"
"You've got my attention now...and trust me, Weasley, nobody lasts long." He smirked again, cold grey eyes sparkling in expectation as he turned and jogged off into the night.
(Another Spiffy Break)
It was long after curfew when Ginny got back to Gryffindor tower. Shutting the portrait quietly behind her, Ginny almost screamed as a hand shot out from the darkness and gripped her arm."Ginny!" Ron hissed, coming out into the light.
"Ron! Good lord, you stinking prat! You scared the bloody crap out of me! What are you doing up this late?" Ginny jerked her arm away from her brother, ignoring the twinge in her wrist.
"Waiting for you." Ron took her arm again, and pulled her all the way into the empty common room. "What are you thinking?"
She frowned, "What do you mean, 'what am I thinking'?"
"What are you thinking breaking up with Harry, then running off? It's not the running off that bothers me! It's the breaking up with Harry! You always come back from wherever you run off to, but Harry? What did he do to deserve your..."
Ginny sat on the couch in front of the fire, and listened to her brother storm with half an ear. Always came back? Maybe, but not anymore. Ginny bit back a growl. She was through being predictable. Through with it. The next time she ran off somewhere, she was staying. No more coming back.
She stood abruptly, cutting Ron off mid-sentence as she turned and walked towards the stairs. "I'm going to bed."
Ron spluttered, "I'm not finished with you, Virginia M-."
Ginny spun back around, her wand in her hand before she'd realized she'd gotten it, "Well I'm finished with you, Ronald! I don't care anymore!" She was yelling, she knew it. She never yelled. But enough was enough. "When will you take your sodding head out of your arse and realize that I am not a child to be directed? I am nearly seventeen years old, Ronald. Be a dear and lay off!"
Ginny stormed up the steps, ignoring several shouts of 'What's this, then?' and 'Shut the bloody hell up!' from several dormitories. She reached the sixth year dormitory and threw the door open, successfully ignoring her dorm mates as she grabbed her pajama's and threw herself onto her bed, pulling the curtains shut.
Still fuming, she murmured a silencing charm, smiling coldly to herself as her dorm-mates protests were silenced. "Much better."
She sighed, and leaned back against the pillows. She'd kill Ron! 'I'm not finished with you, Virginia!' Her mind mocked. Please! First, she'd roast him over a spit, then wrap him in Spell-O-Tape, and rip it off! Then, then she'd cut him up in itty-bitty pieces, and stash him in the walls! Er...wrong thought to follow. Hold on!
There. She needed to change. That was that. She needed to take the every day Ginny Weasley, and toss her out the window. No more of this pansy action. She knew how to throw a hex, and she damn well wasn't afraid to do so! She'd proved it more then once! But there were so many things that she'd never done...just for fear of being caught doing it.
No. There was a new Ginny Weasley in town. This Ginny would kick your ass for a whisper behind the hand.
She'd need help, however...Who could help turn her into the bad-ass she needed to be, that wouldn't be afraid to criticize her, and not ask too many pointed questions?
Who better! Mal-Ferret! How to get him to help, though... He'd expressed an interest in her aerials, maybe if she showed him a few? It was a thought. And a thought better left till morning, Ginny thought with a yawn, beginning to change into her pajama's.
Snuggling down into the blankets, Ginny couldn't help but think with a stifled giggle, 'I've always liked ferrets...'