I Hate...

Ginny Weasley played with the food on her plate, not enjoying the feast for the first night back at Hogwarts.

"Ginny, is something wrong?" a concerned Colin Creevey asked.

"N-no. I'm perfectly fine," she lied. She hated lying to her best friend, but she couldn't tell him about her depression. The people in her family were the only ones who knew about it, and she didn't want anyone else to know, even if that meant lying to her best friend. She slowly started to develop it in her first year, during the whole 'Tom Riddle's diary' thing. She liked keeping to herself, and not having a diary to write things in, meant she had to bottle everything in. She couldn't talk to her brothers about anything, they would all make fun of her. She couldn't talk to her parents, they worry about her enough. She did talk to Colin about some things, but she couldn't just tell him everything. She liked having things that only she knew about. She soon had chronic depression, and her mother was the first to notice.

She slowly started to get better in her fourth year and two years later, she still had episodes of it every now and then.

"Are you going to keep attacking your food with your fork or are you going to eat it?" Ron asked from across the table.

"Do you want it?"

"Yeah!"

"Take it," she said, pushing the plate towards him. Ginny was absolutely revolted at how fast he ate but Colin merely chuckled.

"Ron, you're such a disgusting pig," Ginny said in a disgusted voice as they walked to Gryffindor tower.

"What's new?" Hermione asked, giggling, Harry laughing, and Ron's face turned a light shade of pink, clashing horribly with his freckles. The trio walked off, talking, leaving Ginny and Colin walking by themselves.

"Colin, what's the password?"

"It's funny you should ask, Ginny," he said, trying his best to suppress his laughter.

"What's so funny about it?" "Get this: the new password is fearful ferret." Ginny doubled over laughing.

"You're joking!" Colin shook his head.

"Nope. Hermione, Harry, and Ron somehow convinced the portrait of the Fat Lady to have that as the password. I think they said something about her not being able to come up with one on her own...... Anyway, what do you need it for?"

"I'm going on a walk. Alone," she added. She saw him about to open his mouth and knew he was going to ask if he could come along, too.

"Oh, okay."

"Thanks. I'll be back later!" she called over her shoulder as she walked down the staircase. She grinned stupidly the whole time she was walking until she ended up in front of the library.

'Why not go in?' In reply to herself, she shrugged her shoulders and walked in. As she walked around, she started humming a muggle song called 'I Swear'. After a couple of minutes, she started softly singing it.

"I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky, I'll be there. And I swear like the shadow that's by your side, I'll be there. For better or-"

"Augh! Stop that horrible noise!"

Ginny stiffened as she recognized the malicious voice. 'Malfoy,' she thought miserably. 'If there's anyone who could trigger my depression, it's definitely him.' She turned around as Draco came around the bookshelf and a smirk spread across his face, seeing that it was her.

"Oh, Weaselette, it's you. I should have known. Who else would have been singing a muggle song but a filthy, disgusting Weasley?"

"Shove off, Malfoy!" she snarled.

"I'm in no mood for you today!" She made to go to the door, but he blocked her path.

"What's wrong, Weasley? Did you catch scar-head and the mudblood snogging? Did it upset you? Did you really think you had a chance with him?"

"First of all," she said through clenched teeth, "I don't care if Harry likes me that way or not, because I'm over him. Secondly, Harry and Hermione have never snogged!"

"How would you know? There's only so much you tell your best friend's tag-a-long, not to mention younger, sister."

"I'm just as good of friends with Harry and Hermione as Ron is!" she said angrily and confidently, but she knew he was right. Draco also knew he was right and tat he'd struck a nerve, so he decided to provoke her further. Ginny once again tried to leave, but he blocked her way again, this time cornering her against a bookshelf, her back pressed to it as far is it would go.

"I bet it's very upsetting. You know, having them brush you off whenever they want to, but if they need your help, your like a little puppy. Willing to obey."

"Malfoy-"

"I forgot, though. You do the same thing to that mudblood, Creevey. Every time you need him, he's there, but if you don't, you blow him off."

"Don't. You. Ever-"

"You do make a pretty bad habit of hanging out with mudbloods.. A very unhealthy habit, at that."

Ginny was furious. 'He's really pushing it.' But she knew he was telling the truth. Everything he said was true.

"Who wouldn't, though, growing up with your family. The whole lot of you are a disgrace to wizards everywhere. "I mean, besides the fact that you lot associate with muggles and muggle borns, your mother-"

"Don't have a go at my Mum!" Ginny shouted.

"Your mother," Draco continued in his cold, drawling voice, closing in on Ginny so there was barely and inch between the two, "I'm surprised she can still walk. Seeing as how she gave birth to... what? Fifty of you? She's really porky. Could do with losing some weight, couldn't she? And poor Weasley." He paused and gave her a solemn look. "Looks like she's passing the 'heavy' genes on to you."

At that moment, Ginny couldn't get to her wand, so she did what she was taught at home. She kneed him in between the legs and hurried out of the library as fast as she could. With tears spilling down her face, she ran back to Gryffindor tower, having her worse fears realized by her worst enemy. She knew she had gained some weight, but she didn't know it was that much. She got to the portrait of the Fat Lady and her mind was completely blank.

'Oh, great. This can't get any worse.' She waited outside of the portrait for a couple of minutes before her mind caught up with her. 'I can just knock.' She knocked. No one came. She knocked again. Still, no one. 'Where on earth is everyone? It's only about 9:30!' She knocked one last time. No one.

"Oy! Weasley!"

'Does he ever give up?' She quickly wiped her face and turned around. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"What are you doing?" he asked with amusement written all over his face.

"I forgot the password, thank you, and now I'm trying to get back in. Do you mind?"

"Not at all." He leaned against the rail of the stairs and watched her for a few minutes.

"Why are you still here?" she asked after a few minutes of knocking. "Do you know the password and are enjoying me NOT knowing and NOT able to get in?"

"No, I don't know the password, Weasley, but to answer your first question, that's not your portrait."

Ginny stood there dumbfounded. "Of course it is," she replied, stupidly. "I think I know the portrait of my own house." She knew he was right. It wasn't the portrait.

"Are you really THAT dense, Weasley? You didn't even guess after it didn't ask you your password? You didn't guess after it was laughing at you?"

She wanted to slap that smirk right off of his face, after she let her anger get to her, she did.

"Weasley! You really are stupid! I'm head boy!" He held onto his face with a look of surprise and pain, but it quickly turned into a look of triumph. "50 points from Gryffindor."

"Malfoy, you heartless, cold, power-driven, useless, ugly, heartless-"

"You, already said heartless, Weasley," he replied in a bored voice.

"GIT!" She stormed off towards Gryffindor tower and heard Draco call after her, "Make sure you get the right portrait this time!"

'Ooh, I can't stand him!' she thought angrily. As soon as she got to the portrait of the Fat Lady, she remembered the password.

"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.

"Fearful ferret!" she snapped.

"Don't take that tone of voice with me!"

"Sorry," she mumbled. The portrait swung open and let Ginny pass. She stormed into the common room and went upstairs with shouts of concern from her brother and his friends. 'Just ignore them,' she told herself. She got upstairs to her dorm and collapsed on her bed in tears. 'I hate him. I hate that he's right. Right about everything. I hate him. I hate my life. I hate.... everything.'

Author's Note: This is just a start, just to see how you people like it so far..... There will be a lot more explanation in later chapters, and they'll be longer, I promise! So plz, plz, plz review! Thanks.