centre You Wish You Were As Pretty As Me /centre

Summary: A short one-shoter written in a moment of boredom... Ginny being a self centered bitch.

Disclaimer: You no it? The it's not mine

Ginny starred into the mirror, gazing at her reflection. Tonight was a Hogmeade visit, but the girl was not going. The other girls in her year bustled about giggling about their dates. It was not like Ginny, did not have a date, she had been approached by Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein, Dean Thomas, (who had never gotten over Ginny) and even Blaise Zabini, Ginny had been caught off guard by Blaise. He had asked with they ever so catchy phrase, "I'll show a girl like you a good time," he said, smirking. Ginny smiled a little remembering his face when she said no.

"Ginny! Your brother is furious that you're not going," Hermione said, as she burst in the fifth year's room. Ginny examined her face, blood shot eyes, bags under them as well, and her hair everywhere. Ginny shrugged and turned to looking at the mirror.

"Come on Gin, we all need a break. Harry'd like it if you came."

"No thanks, and no he wouldn't, he wouldn't even notice otherwise. He will just brood as usual."

"Bloody hell Gin! I think you know as well why in fact he's 'brooding,' as you put it!" Hermione retorted.

Ginny shrugged, picked up her brush and again began brushing her hair. "I've got homework any ways, 'Mione, too busy." She saw in the reflection Hermione deflate and shuffle out of the room. A sigh of relief rose up and she stood up and fell on her bed. A sneer overcame her face.

i 'As if Harry cared. Such an idiot, I can't believe he thinks he is the only one who misses Sirius.' /i

Ginny lost herself in the memory of Sirius, she spied on him that summer, the summer before the ministry. Ginny had fallen in love with him, it wasn't like with Harry, her little crush, she had wanted to touch the man. Only he had thought of her as a child, 'just the little Weasley girl.' She had fantasies of walking along the Hogwart's lake with him, holding his hand under the dark, inky sky.

He had caught her once, hiding behind the wardrobe in Buckbeak's room. She hadn't even meant to spy on him. She was just talking to him, lonely as she had no one there for her. She heard him coming up, sulking and muttering. She had sprung up and hid. She listened to him crack a corny joke about the Pope, Minister of Magic and Jesus. She suppressed a laugh over the oddness of the way he told it. It was Buckbeak that had given her away, he began sniffing at her feet, and pulled on her skirt. She heard Sirius get up and come around the wardrobe, and then give a little cough of surprise. She must have looked a site, covered in dust, her face the famous Weasley red, and squashed behind a wardrobe. He had laughed and helped her out and asked her why she was there.

"Talking," she replied, and Sirius nodded his hand understanding. She ran out the room, claiming that her mother needed help with supper.

Ginny remembered the day they had left. She had risen early, to enjoy the last moments of summer break when Sirius she bumped into Sirius on the way to the basement.

"You're up early, Ginny."

"Just savoring the last bit of break," she replied meekly. His face darkened, at the mention of the few hours until they needed to be at Platform 9 3/4.

He leaned over quickly and pecked her lightly on the cheek. "Might as well get good byes out of the way now." Ginny nodded and watched him head through the main hallway. She brought her hand to her face and touched her cheek.

Ginny sat up suddenly, her face raw. Her nails had scratched her face raw, from where he had kissed her.

'Stupid Sirius Black...'

'...what does it matter? I'm just the little Weasley girl..."

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A/N: There you go a tad random, lacking in overall plot, but it IS a one-shoter