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Dear My lovely readers and my even lovelier reviewers(hinthint),

Hey all sorry it took so long. I really hope you enjoy this chapter and I encourage you to review. I will thank all my wonderful and gracious reviewers at the end of the chapter so please look for that. I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to actually get to my third chapter. I will never stop loving you for it. I hope you continue to enjoy my work, if you enjoy it, which I shall assume you do, after all this is the third chapter. I hope you guys like this one. My sister Julia, thank you for reading all of my stories, it means so much for me. Well I hope everyone enjoys this.

This chapter is dedicated to : the wonderful Visenna: I had to say when I saw your review it moved me near tears. You get it! You understand what this about. No, Ginny is not going to be this newly transformed hot girl that all the guys want. She is going to change into what I always thought she was in the first place. This story is for all the people who are trapped in a stereotype they did not want…ever. So I hope you truly enjoy this chapter!

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Without further ado I present to you :

Chapter 3

Too Young is Often Too Untrue

Ginny took a deep breath and gave a long sigh knowing what consequences she might face if she shared her past memories with Malfoy. She waited for a couple of seconds for her conscious to warn her against this, but the foreboding never came. She gave a quick glance at Malfoy and then started to talk, well more like spill everything she kept in since her time with Tom. All the while she never took her honey brown eyes off the dark dank murky gray lake.

"My parents and most of my family like most wizarding families have a well… sexist opinion on what should and shouldn't be expected with witches. They thought me too fragile to handle Quidditch, meant to do housework and basically amount to nothing more than a stay at home mom like my mother. I always have to behave properly, that is a must. Well when you live with six brothers that doesn't always work out. I remember on my ninth birthday, it was a tradition that all my brother's get a broom for their ninth birthday…my parents thought I was too young for a broom. They told me straight away, in a polite, crisp there's-nothing-more-to-it manner, that I could not handle a broom… that I could not handle Quidditch with my brothers… that made me furious." She said with a harsh laugh, her eyes were darkening and Draco could tell that this was indeed a very bitter memory for her. She looked to him uncertain whether she had gone to far in talking but he nodded, a silent bade to continue, and she did; her voice lightened slightly as she talked. "My brother, Charlie, had a different view though, from his opinion he thought I had lasted nine years with males; that I proved myself worthy of a broom. He was the only one who really believed that I would do well on a broom. That I would be great at it. He fought to encourage them to get me a broom, saying it was the best way for me to succeed in Hogwarts if I started training now. They did not budge of course. So he gave me a second hand broom that he bought from his best friend. It was a classic Cleansweep 325 special edition. The most beautiful broom I have ever scene, Walt, the previous owner left it in great condition. Charlie figured that while my parents might not buy me a broom, they would have enough sense not to take it away… He was wrong…"

Flashback…

Little Ginny Weasley was walking around in a cute spring frilly pink dress with flowers. She hated it. It made her different. The boys got to where jeans and a shirt during their birthdays, but no not Ginny, she had to look "pretty" her hair was in round spring curls that made her look adorable-yuck. Even though it was her birthday, she had to wear things she didn't like to look presentable. She wanted to run outside with the boys but instead she had to help her mom in the kitchen and be a little cute hostess to her guests, relatives that did not mind helping around with the cost of things. They had some real great relatives. She looked out into the windowsill longingly wishing and imagining that she was out there with her hair in a ponytail, playing with them, until dark. Oh how she wished she were a boy, and away from these stupid hostess responsibilities.

"Ginny" Molly Weasley called as she saw her daughter looking out the window. "Stop daydreaming and go talk with your Aunt Denise. She hasn't seen you in a month!"

Ginny sighed and went to go talk to her aunt.

Later on…

Ginny was sitting at the table as all of her family and family's friends were beaming her expectantly at her as she opened her birthday gifts. A dress from her mother. How thoughtful… Some of the airplane memo magically flying paper from her dad's work… That was cool. As well as some other various random gifts from her relatives. As the gifts narrowed down, Ginny was getting more anxious for this day to end. As much as she wanted to believe different, there was not a broom in sight. She got up with the rest of her guests when the pile of presents were gone. She placed a fake smile on her face to hide the sadness and tears. Charlie placed her hand on her shoulder and said with a huge understanding grin. "I forgot to give you my gift, Gin." and with that he pulled out the most beautiful broom that drew so many gasps from guests. Everyone smiled, happy that Charlie had given her such a wonderful broom. The beam held true to her face and it was definitely the real thing.

"Tomorrow I will start your Quidditch training young lady." Charlie said with a mock-stern voice.

Ginny covered him in a giant Molly-worthy bear hug, tears slipping down her face in happiness. The guests awed and smiled at the scene displayed by the brother and sister that were so different in age but so close at heart. Ginny's other brothers admired the beautiful broom for all it was.

However the happiness did not last with Molly Weasley's unsteady voice. "Charlie, I thought we agreed, that we all agreed that Ginny is too young for a broom." Her voice held disappointment and disapproval.

Charlie thought for a moment and carefully chose his words to reply to his furious mother: "Mother, Walt, from Gryffindor was selling his old classic for a very reasonable price and wanted a responsible buyer. I told him that I knew that no one would take better care of it then my little sister. I am leaving to the University soon, I think that we need another player for the Quidditch matches over here. Don't you?" He asked giving her his most charming smile.

The guests watched Molly as an inner war was raging in her eyes. Arthur sat there with an unreadable look in his eyes, although he was secretly admiring the broom. They looked at each other and nodded. "We will talk about this later."

Later never came, nor did the broom.

….

Ginny sat there in silence when she was done recalling the memory for Malfoy. He stared in awe. To him, it seemed so minuscule, but he knew that deep down he would see the injustice of it all if it happened to him. He knew by his own parents judgments that girls were viewed as objects in the prime wizarding community, and at most they were to amount to as care takers of the children. The pure blood community had an expectation that pure blood girls were valuable and a gift, after all the Weasley's weren't the only family that hardly ever had girls. Finally after seeing Ginny's ashamed downcast eyes he decided to speak up.

"Well Weasley, you have some talent on your broom, sure a tiny miniscule amount but it's still talent. You cannot honestly tell me that you learned all that in your rebellious years of Hogwarts. Frankly, you haven't done anything rebellious until now." He said with a smirk; curious to know about where she learned how to play.

Ginny chuckled and gave a sly mischievous smile in remembrance. "Charlie fought on my part and asked my mom to give me the broom but she refused. So he ended up arranging to teach me on Fred's broom. Fred was perfectly fine with it and so he would teach me at midnight every weekend that summer. I also clandestinely conditioned myself when my mother wasn't around and when he had to work. Charlie has taught me everything and when he went away to the university, I was bored and created my own strategies. Some of my best and favorites were the inspiration of boredom."

"I take it you have a tad of interest for Quidditch then?" Malfoy said with a friendly and slightly amused smirk.

"A tad?" Ginny gave an amused scoff. " I love the sport."

"So tell me again how does all this relate to your most recent rebellious act?" He asked her with a slow drawl.

"Malfoy," She said slowly still struggling with words but then it all poured out. "I am just tired of it all. The 'Oh Ginny, your too young to do this' or how they threaten any guy that gives me a second glance. Ron only gives a damn about my life when there is a guy involved. I am sick of it! I am not some freaking ex-damsel in distress that the boy who lived saved once. I am tired of young innocent Ginny, should not concern herself with things that are of great magnitude such as the second war. With this change, I thought maybe for once people will see me for who I have been for the past five years instead of Ron's younger sister-." Ginny seemed to have gone on in a daze

"You know maybe I should stop asking questions because you sure do talk a lot." Malfoy said with a smirk.

"What?" Ginny asked snapping back into reality. She then realized what he said and scowled. "Oh, shove off Malfoy."

"I was joking, Weasley!" He said taken back. After a few moments of silence he spoke up: " I get it though… I seriously do. You want to get this stereotype off you, so you can be who you want."

She hesitated for a moment but a small weak smile appeared on her face. "Yeah, I mean, right now, it feels like I have a clean sheet. A new record. I can finally be who I want."

"Yeah" Malfoy said with a hint of envy in his voice.

"Okay well honestly and probably realistically my brother will probably treat me the same. But you didn't. Your actually talking to me and that shows that I have a clean sheet with you at least."

"Yeah," He repeated knowing he was proving her right by talking to her.

Just then Luna walked up to them almost as if in a dream. "Good morning Ginny… Draco."

"Morning" Draco muttered darkly not looking up at the other girl he had another history with of teasing.

"Morning, Madam" Ginny said with laughter in her voice. Her eyes lightened in excitement as she saw her best friend.

"Well, Ginny, I was wondering when you would like to work on the Nargoles and Unicorn's alliance project for Professor Binn's class?"

"Oh, that's due Tuesday, aye." Ginny said as the realization that they had not put much into the project.

"Yes, I believe you are correct." Luna said her voice airy as usual.

"Well, how about I meet you in the library in ten, as I need to enlist my departure with Mr. Malfoy and get the research from my dorm." Ginny said in a very mock serious tone.

"Absolutely, Good day Mr. Malfoy." Luna said in a professional tone and made her way back to the castle.

"I love that girl." Ginny said thinking of her best friend. "Well, Malfoy, it seems to me that our paths are on the breach of dividing. I hope that our next meeting will remain on friendly terms, right?"

"Yes, I suppose it depends on the time though, correct?" Malfoy said glad that Ginny was smiling again but reluctant that their conversation was over.

"Yes, I would suppose so too." Ginny said knowing that she was agreeing to keep her relationship with Malfoy on relatively secret terms.

"Well, bye." Ginny said awkwardly and walked towards the castle. She only turned around once to see him staring after her and nodded to her in an encouraging manner.

A/N Yeah I know its been awhile. Had exams-yuck. Cannot say this is my favorite chapter but it had to be done. Well here's to my reviewers:

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