This was inspired by AOS- Cat scratches and Cuts. It's in my favorite file. If you have time, read it. It's a great story. Please, no flames, this comes straight from my POV. Thank you.

She sighed as she once again sat there on her brother's bed, staring at it. 'I wonder what Harry does with a pocket knife when he has a wand?' She heard laughing coming up the stairs. 'Oh no!' Ginny gasped. She quickly looked around her brother's room. Harry had come to stay with them for the rest of the summer, and every day, while they practiced quidditch, she stayed upstairs, gaping at it in pure wonder. It seemed to call to her. But never had she been caught. She ran as quickly and quietly as she could to her brother's closet. She slid it open, and left it open a tad for her to breathe.

"That-was-great...that catch I mean." Ron panted, out of breath.

"Yea, good save by you too. If I hadn't caught it, it would have gone at least 20 miles Ron! You're getting great!"

Ginny rolled her eyes. She did an impression of him. 'I can't believe I liked him, no wait, LOVED him' she recalled ' how could I have been so stupid?' Harry had gotten very impressed with himself. 'Of course, he is hot...and...' she glanced at it, sitting there. 'He may be good for something...' Ginny too had changed. She got sick of being the youngest. She of course, yelled a lot more, and did things like hide in her brother's closet listing to Harry and his conversation. She smiled at herself.

Just then, Harry reached for the knife. He flung it up and down, it reflecting in his glasses. Ginny got lost in the movement, then fell, making noise.

"What was that?"

"I don't know" Said Ron, getting up to go check. Ginny gulped and closed her eyes.

"Harry, Ron, Ginny, dears! Dinner!" Molly Weasley up the stairs.

"I'm starving!" said Ron. Their direction changed from the closet, to the kitchen. Ginny sighed and wiped her forehead. Harry slipped the knife in his robe pocket, or so he thought. It fell on a pile of Ron's clothing, not making a sound. Ginny sat there a minute, then recalling her thoughts 'he may be good for something...'

She smiled and slipped out of the closet. She picked up the knife and felt a wonderful power come over her. She quickly slid out of the room and into her own. Ginny looked at the knife, and flipped it out and back like Harry had done. Ginny was now 16. So much had changed since the Order Of the Phoenix. And so had she. Someone opened her door and she quickly put it under her.

"Ginny?" She was waiting for the worst, she was thinking of her mother saying 'What were you doing with that knife?' or 'Isn't that Harry's?' But all she heard was "Ginny, dinners on the table dear." She smiled and said "Thanks mum, ill be right down."

The smiled slowly vanished after her mom shut the door. 'Ball 2' she thought to herself. She sighed and placed the knife safely under her pillow. 'He stole my love and threw it away, I think its time I take something in return' she said, ' I'm letting the thrill getting to me. No wonder Slytherins act the way they do.' She went on down to dinner with a huge smile on her face.

"There you are Ginny, I've got to go help your father at work, make sure the boys don't get into too much trouble..." Molly winked at her daughter, then with a pop she apparated. She walked toward the table, as Ron wiped his face and got up. "Err, bathroom." he said, leaving Ginny and Harry alone. This, she did not like. "So" said Harry, Ginny's smile did not last. "Oh, another crack from the peanut gallery then? Lets hear it." Ginny said harshly. "Oh this is no joke. Its a question." Ginny opened her eyes wider and crossed her arms "You went kissing my picture again were you?" Ginny's face went red.

"Wha...o...." Ginny couldn't say anything.

The night in Gryffindor common room, she stole Harry's picture in 4th year. He hadn't brought that up since 5th year, in front of Hermione nonetheless. Harry had begun to giggle and snicker. "No, no I wasn't. And I'm sorry I ever did that in the first place, I was idiotic, and apparently..." She had never felt so brave in her life, wow, these words coming out of Ginny's mouth. Ginny's mouth. My mouth. She thought. "Apparently what Ginny?"

"And apparently" she continued

" I don't want to just be one of those late night girls that seem to so satisfy you in every way." Of course, this was one of Harry and Ron's secret conversations. This was Harry's turn to blush. Ginny looked pleased with herself and stomped upstairs, bumping into Ron on her way up.

She grabbed the knife and got in the shower. She saw the water droplets fall on and off the blade. She grabbed her upper arm, and started her first cut. 'Whoa, where did that come from? Ginny thought to herself. 'Hmm, that's a little too wimp like' She did a second over the first, a lot deeper. 'Yes, I did it. I feel all these emotions coming, and all the bad ones going.' she smiled at the knife and washed off the knife. She kind of felt like everything was going in slow motion. In one week she would be back at Hogwarts. Stronger, braver, and an all-new Ginny. She stared at the cut, blood kept coming out. She felt happy and got ready to wash her hair and go to bed.

This is just the first chapter; I'll have a new one up tomorrow...I think. The more reviews the better! Please, no flamers. Thanks.