N- Dear Reader of this story,

Yes, I realize it has been awhile. In all truth, I lost confidence that I could find a good plot for this story. Yeah, I know that's a fancy way for saying writer's block. Then I had an epiphany and I knew that I needed to continue this story, even if I don't know if there is anyone who is interested in this story. Hello, Any one out there? No, oh well, I guess I will continue on for my own sake. Well I have to say and I do believe I speak for all authors when I say this: Reviewing makes us update faster. So henceforth want an update please bring me some cheer by knowing I am not wasting my time on this piece. So, while I love you guys for reading this fic, I would love to know what you think of it. So please review. So without further ado I bring you the second chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, I know pathetic, Oh well. Love you JK.

Chapter 2 Resistance Brings Freedom

She was a pretty little predictable Gryffindor with not much to her name. That was all he saw in her. A Weasley…a name that would never mean much and so therefore confirming that the hybrids of this dynasty would never amount to much. A Gryffindor… this indicated how predicable she really was. If someone had the time they could map out those bloody Gryffindors every move and make money off of betting on their reactions. They actually thought that actions mean something. Action holds nothing to a person, it is all about the reaction. Someone can plan out there actions with hidden motives. However, when you catch someone by surprise especially those Gryffindors, you see they're vulnerability and who they truly are. That is exactly what that little Michael Corner did he caught her by surprise and following that she took a turn that nobody expected. And this made her unpredictable. And that made him suddenly interested…

Hermoine made to follow Ginny out of the great hall but Ron grabbed her arm. "Mione, she's a Weasley, we deal with things alone. Not with other people." Ron said sternly.

"She's also a girl and she needs to talk about things with her friends. She needs to get her emotions out." She said in a superior voice.

"Hermoine, we have never exactly been there for my little sister before. I know her, believe me I do. If we go after her now, she's only going to take it the wrong way and think were being nosy. Me and Harry did our job as brothers in her eyes and that's all she wants from us."

"Well, I am like her sister…and sisters talk so now its my turn." Hermoine whined making to leave again.

"Hermoine when exactly have you ever talked with her outside the Burrow?" Harry asked and then took her arm and sat her down.

"Ginny and I have a connection, though." Hermoine protested while Harry calmly nudged her into her seat. " I know it!"

Ron looked over to his friend sympathetically and asked. "But does she?"

…..

Ginny felt her heart pounding in her ears as she ran around the track. Whenever her legs started to tire she only ran faster. No pain, no gain was a motto she always intended to follow. Finally after a an hour, she slowed down controlling her pace so she would not collapse on the track. She walked briskly to a tree near the lake. When she came closer she noticed the blonde haired Slytherin, she always despised. She only gave him one glance, just one that's all he deserved and then sat down leaning against a tree only a few feet away from him.

I can't let him get to me. I am not going to change my mind just because he is here. Heck I am not going to change my life because of his pitiful existence.

"What are you running from?" He interrupted her thoughts. He looked at her, his expression unreadable.

"Reality" She said closing her eyes. A drop of dew from one of the tree leaves hit her and ran down her spine giving her the chills. Silently, she put back on her jacket. "It's frustrating you know, running until you have to stop and then it just catches up to you…you have to remember, and you have to live in it."

She decided to converse with him, so kill her. If Michael could cheat on her, anyone was fair game to do the same even Potter. Anyone could be that cruel. She would play the game that no one would ever catch her heart. She read somewhere that hearts hardly ever break, they could be bent, tortured, burned and distraught but having a broken heart was a saying, a phrase. Most people who said it never truly knew the feeling. This may or may not be true but Ginny Weasley was never going to let anyone have her heart, nobody would ever break it. She was going to play the game but never fall for the opponents. From now on she could talk to anyone, be who she wanted because she learned that falling in love sometimes doesn't work and she did not need to impress anyone anymore. No more thongs, no more sweet smiles that hurt her face, no more cute, no more pink and definitely no more adorable. The game starts now.

"Well don't you sound robbed of freedom. Freedom…yuck Americans have certainly overused that word lately. Made a perfectly good word trite with they're politics!" Malfoy said sneering at her.

"What? I am not robbed of freedom." Ginny asked confused.

"Well, let me just put it this way, a lot of muggles would kill to be where you are in a wizarding world. If you believe anything of my wise words believe this: Your reality is not as boring as some and not as dreadful as others. I am sure one of them muggles from the poorest filth would kill to be you. And probably kill you for your reality." Malfoy said staring at the lake the whole time.

Ginny got a little red knowing he was right, and on top of that he made a good point about her selfishness.

"Okay so maybe your right, my problems are pathetic compared to many others, but yet as selfish as this sounds, I am just tired of it all. Okay?" She sighed as she rubbed her eyes.

He looked at her and nodded in understanding and in his eyes he had a glimmer of knowing as well. "Tired of living life in daze, one day blurring into the next until you think What did I have to drink at dinner last night? And then you remember that it was pumpkin juice because you have had that every night since you have come to this place. Everything is a routine, here, for the most part. Sure stair cases change but they change so much that they remain the same. Even Peeves does routines if you've noticed how he paces. Same expression every time a first year comes by. Different expression when a third year comes by but for as long as I can remember that expression is the same for all the third years. And then your forced into a destiny your not too sure about…" Draco paused, he did not mean for that last part come out. In fact he had no idea where any of that came from.

In fact he noticed that he had been talking a lot more than normal around her. She just kind of brought out the words on him. Loosening his tongue, just by being her and he had to go and say something so personal. He shut his eyes silently wishing she would disappear. She was a Gryffindor, she was going to question about the last part. He knew it. But surprisingly she did not.

"Malfoy, Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked looking at him intently for an answer.

"Well, Weasley," He drawled, anything to get her away from asking the question, "Your stunt in the Great Hall today sparked my natural curiosity and I wanted to know if your change was real or if you are just trying to be the average poof."

This was actually the truth…maybe…sort of…oh I don't know. He did not trust her, well at least he did not want to. Yet his instincts told him that she was not like the average Gryfindor.

"What do you mean, if my change is real?"

"I mean your change is actually one of the Slytherin trade marks. It is the style of Salazar himself, although many of the females in my house do not go along with the tradition." He said with a scowl.

"So, let me get this straight, your curious to if my change is just a pathetic change clothing and makeup in other words style. Or am I really changing more than that like in thinking and personality." She said a little annoyed.

"I could not have put it better myself." He said with a smirk.

She closed her eyes and hesitantly opened her mouth and closed it again as if trying to put her reasons into words. "Well I will tell you how it happened and I will let you decipher." She said as she looked at him unsure. In her eyes were hesitance, but that quickly changed when she reminded herself that she no longer cared what anyone thought. She had no one to impress, so therefore nothing to hide. The world. Her world, would finally see her raw. She could finally become Ginevra Weasley. No mask. No strings. No Tom. No little girl Ginny. Just Ginevra.

He nodded telling her silently to continue.

A/N So what did you think? I really want to know. I know its kind of slow. It will speed up promise. Well I got to go practice the banjo now. Well please review. Really please do.

Sincerely,

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