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Dorm Rooms...

Ginny growled at Draco's smug smile and waited impatiently for Hermione (thier house head) to show them to thier rooms. Hermione took the three of them up to thier separate rooms.

Ginny had never really had a room of her own, except as head girl. The room she stood in now, was everything she could hope for and more. A beautiful red canopy bed took up the far corner. Ginny's trunk had been moved to the foot of it. The walls were bare, but not depressingly so. A dresser with a mirror was placed by the window. Her pet owl (Who Charlie had bought her over the summer) was off with the letter she had written her parents on the train, but her cage was set on the end table.

Ginny had spent most of her summer with Hermione, finding out as much as she could. She knew that she was to have four classes a day. Each house had it's own set of female and male bathrooms on each floor. She knew students were allowed to keep owls or other none dangerous pets in thier rooms. Ceres students tended toward Dinvination while Styx students excelled in Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts. Rhine graduates were good with Healing and Transfiguration.

Ginny understood the bauble's hesitation when she had come up. She had scored perfect scores in DaDA, potions and Transfiguration. She set her knapsack on the bed and noticed the bookshelves. As avid a reader as Hermione, Ginny wasted no time in investigating the books. Most were suited to her strong points but the last book on the third shelf was simply titled Log Book. Ginny frowned, curious. She opened the book and dropped it with a gasp. The book was a journal.

Ginny had not had a very good experience with journals. In fact, every journal she had ever read or written in had caused her, at one point or another, to seek revenge. When she was eight, her twin brothers made the mistake of trying to read her journal out loud during a play date. Her brothers still whimpered in fear when ever she drew her wand on someone in thier presence.

Then there was the Riddle Diary. Every one knew the story. Sweet suspectable little girl was attacked and nearly killed by a ghost in a diary. What they didn't know was her revenge. Ginny liked to keep it that way. Not that she liked the pity (Far from it) but she didn't exactly want it well known what she was capable of.

Ginny sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She would deal with the log in the morning. She opened her trunk and pulled out several moving pictures and a few normal ones. The first one was of her and her parents. They were kissing her and smiling at the viewer. Ginny (in the picture) was grinning, showing several missing teeth. THe next picture was of Fred and George when they were ten and she was six at Christmas. They, surprisingly, weren't trying to annoy her. They did have thier arms wrapped around her and were hugging her to with in an inch of her life. She put both of these on the dresser along with one of Charlie and Bill teaching a three year old Ron and a two year old Ginny Quidditch.

She put a non-moving picture of her and Harry during thier stay in France, two years ago on her nightstand. Her hair was windblown and both of them were grinning. That was taken right before Harry started dating Cho. Ginny and Harry had never dated and she wasn't sure she was too upset over that.

She put another picture of her and Hermione (again, not moving) in France by the Harry picture. Ginny and Hermione were holding hands and pretending to kiss in the picture. Ginny smiled ruefully at the memory. Though she liked Hermione enough, she didn't think either of them swung that way. beside it she set a picture of the twins trying to play leapfrog with Percy, this one moving.

Finally she put up a moving picture of all of them on the wall beside the bed. She smiled. This is my Family.