Revisions

Chapter Three: Adjustments

LunarianPrincess

Ginny has returned to Hogwarts with one goal in her mind, escaping the self-righteous control of her brother and his friends. Reading becomes a sanctuary and she finds that her favorite author has just published a new work, with her as the heroine. She becomes focused on finding the identity of the author and is shocked when she finds out. Throughout her school year she finds out who she is, and is a new collaborator with the famous author who she can't stand and who can't stand her. What's a frustrated girl to do, why, revise the story to fit her needs.

SDA: Standard Disclaimers Apply

For hopper, a great and faithful reviewer!

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"Oh look the Three and Only are holding court at the head of the table," Ginny remarked snidely. The three of them laughed before sitting and talking quietly. They sat up when Professor McGonagall walked in with the new first years.

Now:

She set the Sorting Hat on the stool and it opened its brim and began to sing,

Hello all and

Here we are

At the beginning

Of another year

Students come and students go

But here they learn

Where they'll go

Through the year and ever after

This one year

Marks a new start

For many people

And the heart

The houses will

Be rid of terror

And will unite

When hearts are shared

Pairs unlikely

Bonds are formed

Locked together

As hearts are warmed

Stand together

Stand to fight

And be sure

That all will be right

The houses engaged the requisite clapping while looks odd looks were shared between houses. They wondered at the odd tone of the Sorting Hat, it had been on a teaching kick for the last few years and the students had gotten used to its cryptic messages. They watched as Dumbledore stood and made his customary welcome and warning speech. When the food appeared on the plates the students dug in.

"So, Gin, our literary master, tell us what you think about that message," Collin asked Ginny as he bit into his roll. She cocked her head and frowned and thought about it for a second.

"Well, there's a lot about sharing and people's hearts, and that bit about 'Be rid of terror' has to do with defeating Voldemort," she said contemplatively. "Also I think it means, that this time someone other than the dream team will defeat him, because it said 'Unlikely pair' what about you Tia?" she asked their quiet companion.

"Well, unfortunately I believe you are right, but it looks like a hard battle and the unlikely pair must overcome their differences or they will never succeed," Tia said darkly. She frowned as Ginny nodded and Collin looked at her with respect. "You aren't going to make fun of me, or call me crazy?" she demanded expectantly. The two friends laughed before reassuring her.

"Girl, if you hear everything about us I am sure you are going to call us crazy," Collin told her jokingly. Ginny nodded and the three of them laughed.

"Yep, we are pretty crazy ourselves, besides why would we ask if we didn't want the answer?" Ginny asked her. They talked throughout dinner, laughing and joking and getting to know each other.

They trudged slowly up to the common room. None of them wanted to go to bed, they were having too much fun, besides they weren't roommates. Ginny was lucky, after her first year she had not felt comfortable sleeping with other people in her room, and the headmaster had allowed her to have her own room at the very base of the tower. They parted ways after talking late into the night.

Ginny flung the dusty curtains wide, revealing the autumn landscape. The full moon provided an eerie illumination of her small room. The desk was empty, which would soon change and the window seat beyond was still heaped with plump pillows which comforted the relieved Ginny. The wardrobe was still on the right side of the bed, next to the small vanity hung with an ornate mirror. Next to her bed was a glass of water and a small plate of gingersnaps, the house elves knew she liked them and because she was always so kind to them they made sure she had them. She flopped onto her bed with a contented sigh, laying amid the plush bedclothes and forgetting the problems that had developed so early this year. She drifted off to sleep.

A whining, shrill noise invaded Ginny's refuge of dreams. With a groan she sat up and shut off the alarm. She puts a hand to her forehead and smoothes her hair back as she wakes up. Rolling out of bed she heads into the bathroom, the door opposite the wardrobe led into the small yet serviceable bathroom. She quickly showered and got ready, she braided her hair and put the thick plait into a coiled bun. She dropped her towel and got dressed hurriedly, she was glad that the uniform had been relaxed to regular clothes with cloaks instead of full robes, though some people still wore robes occasionally.

She raced down to the common room, there by the portrait hole was Collin and Tia talking together. They waved at her when they saw her and began walking over to join her.

"Morning guys, sleep well?" she asked as they left the room and began the walk down to the Great Hall.

"Basically, my roommates are fluffy headed gits, who are a little concerned with who likes whom and which teacher they think is the most shaggable," Tia pronounced candidly. Collin and Ginny burst into laughter and the group got a few odd and even threatening looks from the other students, which only caused them to laugh louder.

"You know we should see if Dumbledore will enlarge my room, and you could be my room mate," Ginny remarked, surprising herself. She had only known the girl about a day and already she felt comfortable enough to let her share her room. Collin realized this as well and sent her an incredulous glance, she just shrugged in response.

"Really, I'd love to have a roommate who had an IQ over her age and didn't see me as a freak of nature," Tia responded. They sat down at breakfast and discussed how to present the case to Dumbledore so that he would allow them to stay in the same room.

Draco woke up in a very dangerous mood, he had not been able to find the book he had made all his notations and ideas in. Not to mention that he had to deal with the prying eyes of the entire Slytherin house, which considered him their prince. He loathed that title, he wanted to be known as more than a mindless torturer. His mind turned to that odd experience on the train the other day. The little weasel had been in the same compartment as him when he was working and she hadn't made him feel uncomfortable or self-conscious about what he was doing. Usually when people were in the room with him he refrained from working, as it destroyed his calm and train of thought.

Almost on their own accord, his eyes turned to the subject of his thoughts. There she was, oblivious with her friends. She gestured wildly, engrossed in the conversation and smiled when the exotic girl next to her said something. His eyes narrowed as he noticed who she was sitting next to, Potter sat there, completely oblivious to the presence of the red-headed beauty next to him. Wait, did he just call Weasley a beauty? Shaking that thought off, he thought instead about how she had always had a crush on Potter, and how he had never even acknowledged her existence. As he thought about the girl in love with an icon and living in the shadow of his indifference, he suddenly was struck by inspiration. His thoughts were interrupted by a sardonic drawl.

"Well, the girl is beautiful, but I can't see why you've been staring at her all through breakfast," Blaise remarked derisively. Draco, used to observing people and noticing things that other people didn't, saw that his closest friend actually seemed hurt and disappointed.

"Which girl, exactly," Draco remarked passively.

"Why the midnight haired one," Blaise remarked as if it were obvious. Draco felt a smile pull at the corners of his mouth but he did not allow it to form completely.

"Hate to inform you, but that was not what I was looking at," he told his best friend. He caught the look of relief and snickered, "But I'll bet that's what you were looking at, anyways, what do you know about Ginny Weasley?" he asked quietly. Blaise looked at his friend in astonishment.

"What!?" he exclaimed.

"Shush, for the next Ladon subject, what do you think?" he asked, Blaise turned to consider the girl and Draco noticed breakfast was almost over. "Never mind, I'll tell you about it later, lets go," he said as breakfast ended.

Well, I know that was kind of boring but I'm just doing the exposition now, I'd love to hear what you want to see happen between them as I am open to suggestions. BTW I wrote that sorting hat song and please tell me if you want to use it and I would be happy to let you, if you tell me! And now the Thank You

Hoppers: I'm so glad you liked her, I chose that name because of what she is the goddess of. Ginny is kind of grrr isn't she, I like writing her like that. Mythology is actually one of the things I have been studying since I was a child, I love it and I'm glad you realized she was a Greek goddess. Hope you liked this chapter!