She looked in the mirror panting softly sweat dripping from her face. It was sweat, plain sweat no salty tears or red puffy eyes. It surprised her that with all she went through in the past ten minutes she could not bring herself to cry. She liked him she really did then why couldn't she cry for him. It was then she realized its time for a change.
A/N- This is another scenario that has been going on in my head for quite a while now. Just thought why not share it with you wonderful readers. Well like always read and review and I will type more often. If you could read my other stories that would also be great. Well toodles From your favorite banjoist
Disclaimer-Yea still don't own any of them.
Ginny Weasley thought she was happy. It was February 15, the day after Valentines Day; she had an amazing boyfriend since the end of her third year. Michael Corner if you must know. She liked him she really did. They could not go out yesterday because he wanted to spend time with his best friend who did not have a date for Valentines Day and he did not want him to be lonely. She was perfectly fine with not being with him on Valentine's Day because she liked the thought that they would have a day all to themselves to celebrate their relationship. They did not have to share that day with any other couples. They agreed to meet by the lake at 6:00. At the last minute Michael decided he would pick her up outside the Gryffindor common room. Whether the event was unfortunate or fortunate she never got the owl that sent that message. She was happy. She was happy an hour and 24 minutes ago when she was daydreaming in the shower as she rubbed her lightly jasmine perfumed soap on her shoulders. She was happy an hour ago as she did straightened her hair and performed a simple charm that made it extraordinarily soft. She was happy twenty minutes after that even when she burned her thumb with the stupid muggle curling iron that the sixth year named Parvati lent her to curl the tips of her straight hair. She was happy five minutes ago as she made her way through the Gryffindor common room, silently laughing at the awestruck boys that would not have given her a second glance three hours prior. She was even happy ten seconds ago when she was skipping down to the lake to meet Michael… but now at this very second Ginny Weasley was definitely not happy.
The scene that faced her now involved a cute hufflepuff with well-manicured hot pink nails, a pointed nose and a wavy long blonde hair snogging with a bound lover… her bound lover. It didn't take them much to realize she was there, for everyone knows when a fiery Weasley is in the room. They quickly parted and started with the most famous… wait cross that out… most infamous line of all "Its not what you think…" but she would have none of it. Who would? Ginny Weasley hated being weak and dependant, this was partially because her overprotective older brothers who thought of her as weak and dependant. In fact she would spend most of her life proving to them that she was not…but I am getting ahead of myself. Anyways, she looked at them, silently daring them to come up with a lame excuse to try to feed her because frankly she had other dinner plans in mind. It included chewing out Michael Corner and his little whore. However, a wave of emotions flooded her body and suddenly she was tired and saw what she was seeing for the first time, she didn't want to see it anymore never again did she want to see any of it. So she did the most sensible thing that came to mind. She ran. She did not stop until she was in the girl's bathroom in the common room and shut the door and quickly locked it. It was small and tight but never the less beautiful with gold and red ragged on walls and pure white countertops. It was a one-person bathroom and thank god because she didn't want company. She felt that with company she had to act strong pretend that what Michael just did to her did not matter. By herself, she could be herself and that is what she needed to be right now. She ran to the sink and put her hands on both sides of it to lean on because she was shaking all over and needed something to keep her standing. Slowly she raised her head and looked into the mirror. As she looked in the mirror panting softly sweat dripping from her face. It was sweat, plain sweat no salty tears or red puffy eyes. It surprised her that with all she went through in the past ten minutes she could not bring herself to cry. She liked him she really did then why couldn't she cry for him.
'What is wrong with me? How could I ever have been so stupid to go out with him?' Then she saw something that made her crack something that made her furious. It was at the corner of her waist. It was the strap of the pink thong she was wearing. It was sticking out because she decided to wear her favorite low-rise muggle jeans that Hermoine gave her because they did not fit her anymore. She did not want to wear it; in fact she did not wear thongs daily, this was her first time. She did it to please Michael she knew that he liked it and wanted him to be happy. She did not like it because it had a tendency of revealing it self and it was slightly embarrassing to her when she would bend over and it was revealed. When she saw it in the shop she had an inner war with herself whether to get it or not. Finally she decided she would only where it this one time, for Michael's sake. Now that she thought about it, it was stupid. It was down right stupid that she would do something that she was uncomfortable with for a guy. He should be the understanding one. She should never have done something she was uncomfortable with just to please him. It was then she realized it was time for a change.
Slowly she rubbed off the pink eye shadow and black eyeliner that accented her eyes beautifully. She opened the door and peaked into the common room. Only a few students were up studying the rest were somewhere else, it was a Saturday night after all.
She snuck into her room and grabbed a few fashion magazines, some scissors and other hair and make up stuff. She looked at her red hair that went to about her shoulders; she never really liked it much. She thought it made her look so much younger than she really was. Before she knew what she was doing she was attacking her hair with the scissors making massive snips here and there. She put all her hatred for Michael in those cuts and released some of her fury in them. In the end she found herself with layers that went a little below her jaw line just enough to put back into a pony tail for Quidditch. She was not entirely rash on her decisions after all. It made her look stronger and more rebellious but it wasn't enough the red still made her feel like a little girl. She flipped through the pages of the fashion magazine, tearing a few because of her impatience; until she came across the spell she was looking for. She decided to die her hair a dark brown. Her skin was far too pale to go black and she did not want to look sickly but independent. So dark brown would just have to do it. She performed a perfect spell that made her experiment with the brunette look until she got it the way she wanted it. There was always a way to go back to red if she needed to. Finally she got it to the dark chocolate brown color she wanted but something was missing. She needed the signature Weasley touch; she then used a spell that would allow her to strip of some of the brown and go back to the red she had before. So in the end she looked at her hair. It was definitely rebelliously short brown hair with red streaks. For one it made her skin look darker and her freckles were more auburn then red. The color of her hair reminded her of the elegant cherry wood furniture she always dreamed of having. She had found the look that she was looking for independent, rebellious and strong like she was or was going to be. She then spilled out her makeup bag of pink, blue and green eye shadows and started to transfigure them into browns charcoals and dark greens. She then started to experiment with the eye shadows. She found that when she mixed brown with charcoal or brown with a tint of green on top it made her look more sophisticated and mature. More her age. When she was done she examined herself again, and wondered what Michael would think of her new look. When she thought of him hurt and pain filled her eyes. 'Did he actually think he could get away with doing this to me?' She then quickly covered it and told herself that she needed a guy that would want her for who she was. Michael was not that guy. She would have better. That she assured herself and then went to sleep.
The next day she woke up early, and she could not get back to sleep. She got up and began to plan her day. She knew that Michael came down for breakfast every Sunday at 9:25 and she was planning on making a scene and give him his stuff while she was at it. She looked into her jewelry box for a necklace but all she could find was hearts and stars necklaces she bought while she was dating Michael. Right now she was definitely tired of those especially the hearts. As she rummaged through the box she found the perfect piece she bought along time ago. It was of a silver snake that went up her upper arm. At the time she thought it was a cool piece even though she was a Gryfindor she still liked it. Even though it would be like a massive death wish to go down the stairs and into the common room with a piece of jewelry so…Slytherinish, she found herself not caring and put it on her left arm. Her hair was lashed out in all directions, she wanted to look like she did her hair like that on purpose but now it-looked plain messy. She then put a straightening charm and combed it out a bit until she got the look she wanted. Ginny decided that after she paid Michael a little visit she was going to go for a run. She found out her first year after certain experiences she could be quite reckless on a broom when she was not thinking straight so she turned to running during those times. It made her feel free and relieved the stress off her shoulders. After making her plans she realized it was 9:10 and she still needed to get Michael's stuff together.
… Approximately 9:27 at the great hall….
"Hey isn't that Ginny's boyfriend over there with that Hufflepuff?" Harry asked, motioning to the guy with his arm around some Hufflepuff's waist. He really could not remember the guy's name in the first place and so he just called him Ginny's boyfriend.
"Yeah, Harry I think that's Michael." Hermoine said looking over to the Hufflepuff table as they walked in the great hall.
"Why that little bastard" Ron said already making his way to the Hufflpuff table, Hermoine had to grab his shoulder to stop him from running into a girl with a large box. All three of them stood frozen in their place as it slowly dawned upon them who that girl was. Well actually it hit them like a rock. The girl made her way to the Hufflepuff table.
"Good morning, Michael" Ginny said in a cold voice as she dropped the box on the table. It made a large thunk that echoed throughout the hall. Being Ginny hardly ever got attention and everyone's eyes were on her and she was not Fred and George's little sister for nothing she decided to linger in the limelight. "I just thought you might want your stuff back."
Then she secretly smiled inwardly at herself as she continued quite loudly. "Oh my bad, I think this is yours too." She gave him his blue T-shirt that she usually used to practice because at the time she liked the scent of him with her while she was flying. All she had underneath was a white beater that showed her black sports bra underneath that as well as her defined abs. The guys around her looked at her hungrily. "Well I guess I better be off, toodles." She said with a poisonous smile but her voice clearly showed her loath. She put on her jacket, and made way to leave. Then he did something that she predicted he would do.
"Ginny, wait I am sorry, really I am, we have been together for so long lets not throw it away. Please don't throw it away." He pleaded grabbing her wrist as he did.
"Michael I didn't throw anything away, you did, I just took out the trash." She said emphasizing trash to imply what he truly was. She made to walk away again but he pulled her back. "Ginny I am so sorry." He begged again.
"You know where you went wrong Michael Corner. You went wrong when you decided to cheat on me. You went wrong when you decided to makeout with a whore right in front of me. You went wrong now when you are trying to convince me that you are sorry. You went wrong when you cheated on a woman who has six brothers and a Harry. You went wrong when you came into my life and now I want you out. Now let me go." She said more firmly taking out her wand and pointing it at him.
"And a hairy?" Michael said more confused than ever. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Yes and a Harry." A male voice said from in back of him. "Now I suggest you don't go wrong and let go of her because frankly you have a ticked off a certain red head in back of you as well as me and there is no way to escape." Michael gulped uneasily and slowly let go of Ginny. She quickly moved out of his reach and Ron and Harry leapt on to him punching him repeatedly and yelling colorful words until Professor McGonagall who was watching this with hidden amusement finally said in a stern voice. "Enough of this Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Weasley go back to your table, 25 points each from Gryffindor and you will serve detention with me tomorrow night at 7:30 for fighting and disturbing the peace. Michael, go to the Infirmary and get checked out by Madam Pompfrey. Come on people make it quick." Ron and Harry released Michael and went back to the Gryffindor table with satisfied smirks on their faces. Ginny followed rolling her eyes.
"So Ginny I see you got yourself a new look." Dean said with amusement
"Way to state the obvious Dean." Ron said spraying food on Dean's face with a sarcastic grin. Dean wiped off the spit with a disgusted look on his face and then went back to talking to Ginny. "Did Michael bring this upon you?" He asked her in a serious tone.
Hermoine looked up from her book, Ron and Harry looked up from their plates, and everyone had their attention now on her response. Dean was blunt enough to ask what was on everyone's mind. "Well, I mean I cannot take all the credit for this," she said shaking her head with a smile, like one might see in a shampoo commercial, "He provided the fury and my hands found the scissors. Besides it was time for a change."
Everyone laughed at her antics and more or less agreed that her reason was good but Dean pressed on. He wanted to be a reporter for his own newspaper one day, one that would tell the truth as he often said. "So Ginny I mean everyone can change there hair, wardrobe, spells make it so easy for us but you never struck me as the type of gal to mean just a change like that. Are you? Or is this change more personal, more than just appearance?" He persisted
"Well… I … yes its just more than just a change in looks yes... I do I mean I did make some personal changes." She really didn't want to tell them that she wanted people to stop seeing her as a little girl being that most of the people who thought she was a little girl were listening intently at her response. She did not want to tell them how Michael made her want to prove more than ever to everyone that Ginny Weasley was no ex-damsel and distress that Harry once saved. She wanted more than ever to prove to her family she was not that little girl they all adored. She wanted to be a woman that they respected. "Well I am going to go run." She grabbed an apple and left in a hurry, but little did she see or know of the two silver eyes that were staring after her and had been staring at her for quite a while.
A/N So what did you think? I think Ginny deserves a change so bravo for Ginny. Well please review it would make me oh so happy. The more reviews the more I type always keep that in mind and goodbye.