Disclaimer: So as not to make this disclaimer lengthy, long, drawn-out, extensive, pro-longed, and…. Where was I? Oh yes, I disclaim.
A/N I AM ONE OF THOSE AUTHORS WHO DOES NOT BELIEVE THE FIFTH BOOK HAS EVER HAPPENED. In other words, I read it a long time ago and do not have the energy to read it again. Anyway this is my first fanfic, so please review and criticize, but don't be too harsh. Oh and thanks (ahead of time) to my wonderful beta Anna. Oh and just by the way (yes this is a long authors note), the next chapters should be much better and have much more action.
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Strawberries are of assorted tastes. Some are bitter, others sweet, and some have a soft inside, but a hard, cold outside. People are like strawberries.
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These were the thoughts of Ginevra Weasley, or Ginny as she was called. And the reason she was having these thoughts was a mystery even to her. She had thought that it started at the garden, but then realized that it had started long, long ago. Six years to be precise.
Flashback
It had been a cold winter day. Inside the Gryffindor common room the window had been open all night long (thanks to the bickering of some first years about stuffiness) and a chilly breeze was sweeping the now empty room. Everyone had gone to breakfast and Ginny supposed that she should to, but for some bizarre reason she had no desire to eat. Instead, all she wanted to do was to go outside and play (childish, she knew) in the soft snow and throw some snowballs at Harry and Ron. It really was a wonderful way to get rid of the stress and anger she had built up. She did not, however, succumb to those desires of hers, but instead went into the library.
Instead of being cold like it usually was, there was a fire burning, and she found that she was not the only one there. Perhaps it was because of Snape's long essay, or perhaps it was just fate, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting together. Ginny took one look at Harry and began to blush uncontrollably. It really wasn't a crush like everyone thought, but facing the person who had saved your life is a little overwhelming. She tried to cover it, however, telling herself she was too old to act like this.
"Hey Harry."
"Oh, hey Gin. Why aren't you at breakfast?"
"Well, I could be asking you the exact same thing," Ginny whispered softly.
However, Harry had already turned away, ignoring her like he did all the time. She told herself it was not because of her, but merely because he was older, and thought that she was immature. It still hurt, even if she tried to change the facts around. Sighing, Ginny sat in a soft, comfy seat, much like a bean bag but on a larger scale. She had a two foot long essay due in Divination tomorrow, and had not even started it. Looking around for somewhere to put her books away, she spied a small table of the side. Pulling it in front of her, she began to write.
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Draco was not having a good day today. No, not a good day at all. When he had woken up, he found that he had overslept. Perhaps it was just the comfort of the soft bed he was lying in, or the smoothness of the silk sheets, but his unconscious mind had ignored the persistent ringing of his alarm clock. Once he had gotten up, he ran all the way to Transfiguration, and was still late. Since this was taught by Professor McGonagall, he immediately got detention and house points taken away. Resigning, he simply muttered curses under his breath, and ignored the sneers of the Gryffindor. The noble Gryffindor, he thought coolly. What a noble bunch of ignorant fools. He wished he could show them how little the actually meant in the world, but he would have to wait. To carefully plan a trap. To catch the lions in a snare.
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Giggling, Ginny brought herself back into the world. Having finished her essay, she had started to think about her small strawberry garden. Having no idea why it had entered her head at such a moment in time, she let her train of thought go away, and just stared at the blue velvety tapestry on the wall. Letting her eyes wander, they stopped suddenly spying a blond figure rush past her. In a flurry of robes, his angered steel grey eyes flared and she easily understood who this was.
"Watch out Weasley. Wouldn't want my robes to get filthy." He glared, but immediately slid his expression of indifference into place as soon as she looked up.
Ginny stared. She knew she needed to defend herself, but found herself at a loss for words. Staring into those eyes, she found herself wondering what it would be like to have them. They seemed, at first glance, to be just grey, but then there began to emerge shimmers of light brown and dark blue swirls. It seemed if you looked enough, you could learn to read them. Lost in their expression, she struggled to get out of her trance when a cold voice awoke her.
"What are you looking at Weasley? Something you'll never have? Just because your family can't afford it, doesn't mean its right to ruin my perfectly good robes with those eyes of yours."
Draco sneered, his expression as unreadable as it had been from the very beginning. Stalking away, he didn't even glance over his shoulder to see what an impression he had made on the youngest Weasel.
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Ginny awoke quickly from her trance and tried to think of a reply quickly, but Draco had already left. Sighing, she put away her books and decided to go outside for a walk. She stood up, carefully straightening her hand-me-down robes, and started to walk outside. Her heels made a clicking noise when she walked, giving her the unwelcome impression of being the only one there. She turned to look around, feeling as though someone was watching her. No one was in view though, so she kept walking. As soon as she reached the archway, she gasped. The snow which had just started to fall two days ago now covered more then four feet. It was a struggle to walk in, but Ginny saw many students laughing and giggling. She had a unusual desire to walk over to them and join in their fun, although she knew that it was not her way to be so bold. Instead, she looked around for a place to sit, and suddenly saw a dark shadow creeping. Wondering what it was, she crept a little closer. Feeling a acute, sharp pain in the back of her head, she fell down, and knew no more.