Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter or any of those characters. Dur. Why would I be here writing about them if I did?
A/N: I actually wrote this fanfic like last summerish.. and then I forgot everything on my pen name and then I really decided that I hated the name so it's the same basic story, I'm just rewriting some things.
Ginny buried her head in her Care of Magical Creatures book, tears streaming down her face.
"What's wrong with me? Don't I know any better? Oh yeah, I want to be with the person that can hurt me the most. Real smooth, Ginny." Ginny sat in her favorite spot, a secluded little area in the Restricted Section of the library. It was well past one in the morning, yet all she could do was sit and think of the mistake she had made. She knew that what she had done was irreversible, and she would have to live with it. She reflected back to the past twenty-four hours, on how she had made the biggest decision any girl who was only 17 should make.. Ginny thought about everything right from the beginning earlier this year.. right before the Winter Holidays..
.:.:Flashback to a few months prier:.:.
Ginny's pace quickened. Next year would be her last, and she couldn't wait. She had learned so much over the last five years, mostly about trust, and what comes along with it. Her childish feelings for Harry had dispersed, and her brother and Hermione were very much in love, for the last three years this week, that is. Ginny had tried to give up on someone, however it failed. Someone she could have. Someone named..
"Watch where you're going!"
Ginny ran head on into, the ever popular, Draco Malfoy. Within the last five years, Malfoy had become even more handsome, yet Ginny dared to mention this to anyone, except Hermione of course. He was handsome, without a doubt. Her feelings to him would never show, unless..
"Well if you weren't so damn stuck-up with your nose in the clouds and your hands around every girl that smiles at you, maybe you could see where you were going and not run into me!" Ginny stormed off. God, he could piss her off faster than anyone else. Draco watched Ginny storm off, despite the growing pain in his stomach, he would not let some little sixth year.. girl.. get to him. However he did like the way her long auburn hair swooshed when she walked, and the twinkle of her chocolate colored eyes, and the.. stop it Draco! He mentally slapped himself. 'I have got to stop these childish infatuations,' he reminded himself. But inside, he knew these weren't infatuations. His mind wondered off to reminder of Quidditch practice today.
Ginny sat down in the library with her brother, his girlfriend, and Harry. The look on Ginny's face puzzled the trio, as she had had that look on her face an immense amount lately. Hermione looked over at Ginny.
"Gin, what's troubling you? You've been so down lately."
"I'm alright, Hermione. I'm j-just worried about some upcomming tests, t-thats all." She stuttered, trying her best not to. Harry looked at Ginny, showing signs of sympathy. Ginny grew angry with this. Her eyes narrowed into slits.
"I don't need sympathy from anyone! Just leave me alone!" Tears and anger began to build, but she ran off into her dorm before anyone else could see that. She cried into her pillow, breathing heavily. "Why can't everyone leave me alone? Why can't Ron and Hermione just go off into their perfect world? Why can't Harry just get it through his thick, scarred head that I don't like him anymore? And why can't I get over that damn blonde haired Slytherin! There isn't anything between us! Nothing.. " She cried until it hurt to cry. She heard a knock at her door.
"Ginny?" Hermione's voice was soothing, but she didn't feel much like talking. "Ginny, can I come in?" Ginny pretended she was asleep until Hermione left. With that, she fell asleep peacefully, yet only to awaken to nightmares.
.:.:Flash to Quidditch Practice:.:.
"Malfoy! Keep your broom up! MALFOY!" Madam Hooch shouted. "Malfoy, bring your broom down here this instant!"
"But you just told me to keep it up!" Malfoy grew impatient with his instructor.
"Well bring it down, you're flying it as if you have had one too many Firewhiskeys." He landed his broom. "Now Malfoy, what is-- Malfoy!" Malfoy walked off, irritated, mad, and just plain pissed off.
A/N: Wow, it felt good to start writing again. Review and tell me what you think.