Respect

"This is the last time I help you

Ginny weasly!" Ron shouted in a huff after he had received a rather hard blow to the head from the younger red head.

"Help me? You think you were helping me when you punched that boy in the stomach! I was just talking to him Ron!" Ginny was getting very angry at this stage. There she was talking to some guy who had come up to her asking her about her summer, when Ron walked straight up to them and punched the guy. It was her sixth year and only 3 days in and Ron had already started on her case.

"Hey, I could see he was putting the moves on you. No one puts the moves on my little sister!"

"You are insane you know that! One, he was not "putting the moves" on me, we were just talking about my summer. And two, even if he was "putting the moves" on me, it would be none of your business. I'm 16, guys like me, get used to it!" With that she stalked off down the corridor in a rage. Everyone she passed could see she was not happy and didn't dare get in her way.

She walked up the stone stairs and up to the Gryffindor common room. She stated the password, walked in and straight through to the girls' dorms. She flung herself up the stairs and into her room where she collapsed, not so graciously, onto her bed.

This was just like Ron. Always butting into her business. She had only had a few boyfriends before. They all didn't work out well. Michael Corner went off with Cho Chang. Dean Thomas had jealousy issues. And Colin? Well Colin decided he'd rather "change teams" halfway through their relationship, but they were still friends. Why was it always so complicated with her? Why could she never find a guy who she loved and who loved her back. Well that was because it's asking way too much. The muggle gods and wizard gods all had it in for her, both sides, rough.

About half an hour of more wallowing, Ginny left her bed and walked out the door only to bump straight into an obstacle that made the sound "oof" as they collided. She fell to the floor with a squeak. When she sat up on her elbows she saw those enticing green eyes staring down at her.

"Oh, Ginny I'm sorry." Ginny just smiled as his soft voice soothed any anger she had.

"It's ok Harry; I probably wasn't looking where I was going, as per usual." She let out a small giggle and tried to push herself up. Then a hand appeared in front of her face, she smiled and took it hoisting herself up.

"Thank you Har-" She was about to say Harry when she saw it wasn't him. It was Colin. Typical. "Thanks Col."

"No problem, what you doing on the floor anyway?" He asked kindly as she brushed herself off.

"I bumped into Harry." She replied a little bit sad as she realised Harry had just walked off and left her lying on the ground without helping her up. Yep that was how it normally was, he just ignored her. Literally walked all over her.

"That's a little bit rude of him to leave you sprawled out on the floor looking helpless."

"Was I really sprawled? No wonder he ran away." She started to walk away; she wanted to be alone right now.

"Hey, don't worry. He's a pompous git anyways. All I'm the hero blah, blah, blah. Get over it already!" Ginny laughed. He was right though. Harry was always acting like he owned the school. All the girls fancied him; they would always follow him around like a bunch of school girls…well ok they were, but still. He wasn't clever; he wasn't funny; what was the big deal? Then something suddenly clicked in Ginny's head. What was the big deal? He's not all that, maybe she was just blinded by his good looks and the fact that he's survived death like 6 times. What else is there to him? Ginny pondered these thoughts as she turned from Colin and walked out the portrait hole, hearing a the faint call of her name from Colin, which she ignored.

Outside, yes that was where she would go. Away from everyone else. But as she walked along the hallways still engrossed in her thoughts, she bumped into yet another person. This was definitely not Harry, far from it.

"Watch where you're g-"She looked up as the voice spoke, and then frowned at the face from where it came. "Weasel. Should have known. I bet you feel really lucky now, I mean you got to touch fine expensive material, bet you've never felt something like it ay? I guess that'll be the last time? Shame." Malfoy's voice was cold as he spoke with that famous smirk slapped on his face.

"Hey Malfoy, you know what's a real shame? You, not having the brains to think of a better insult. Boy, you must be losing your touch. Shame." She said the last word in the same tone he had used. That wiped the smirk off his face. She smiled sweetly and strode off.

Outside she found a nice quiet spot by the lake's edge and relaxed. She needed to get everything straight in her mind. Did she or did she not still love Harry? Was it ever love or just strong like? Ever since her second year where all hell broke loose for her, she hadn't been the same. It was like everything had been put into perspective for her. But now everything was just as messed up, except this time there was no giant snake or Voldemort of course.

She suddenly came out of her thoughts with a start when she heard someone calling out her name. She looked up to the figure that loomed over her.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" She asked gloomily, really wishing it was anyone but the bushy haired female that stood in front of her with her hands on her hips.

"I could ask you the same question." Hermione said in that tone where you know you've done something wrong. But what had she done wrong? It was a Saturday and she was sitting outside minding her business.

"Well I'm not doing anything for your information, I'm just sitting here, thinking. I don't see you bothering anyone else." She then looked around, expecting to see the people that were quietly chatting under trees or reading books. But what she did see was nothing. It was deserted. Where had everyone gone? They were all here a minute ago, and it's dark? When did that happen? "Oh."

"Yes, oh. It is 6 o'clock and you should be at dinner. You always were one for disobeying the rules. You were lucky I saw someone sitting here while I was doing my duties. You should not be out here, you know that-" But Hermione was cut off by Ginny's hand put in front of her face.

"I get the idea Hermione. I just got lost in my thoughts. Now if you'd stop your incessant talking about things that I shouldn't be doing, or rules, or facts, or whatever. I'll be leaving." With that she stood up from her comfortable position and strode off in the direction of the main part of the school. Once she reached her destination she entered the great hall. Seeing all those people scoffing their faces with all the food they could fit on their plates, made her slightly sick. She wasn't hungry, she wasn't happy, she just wanted to be left alone. Was that so much to ask? But reluctantly she saw Dumbledore staring out from under his half-moon glasses at the staff table and thought she had better sit down.

She found a seat next to Colin which was unfortunately near to Ron. She definitely wasn't in the mood to speak to him right now. At least he was too absorbed in conversation with Harry to notice her.

"Hey Ginny. Where did you go when you walked out of the common room earlier?" Colin asked kindly as he ate his pumpkin pie. Ginny saw Hermione walk past her and sit next to the two boys. They instantly looked up and greeted her warmly. Ginny was deeply saddened then. Why didn't they show that kind of respect for her? She then realised Colin was waiting for an answer to his previous question.

"Oh, um I just went outside for a breather and to think about things." Colin nodded briefly before tucking into more food. She then heard Hermione's annoying voice from 3 seats down.

"Yes, and then I found her sitting by a tree all alone. It was dark and there was no one around. Not only was it dangerous, it was completely against the rules. Lucky me being Head Girl and all, I was doing my duties and came across her. But she wasn't half rude to be when I suggested she go inside." She then felt eyes on her. Oh great here it comes, the 'you're an idiot' speech, she thought.

"Ginny Weasly. How dare you be so rude to my girlfriend? She was kindly speaking to you when you completely disrespected her and her authority." Ginny felt the anger bubble up inside of her, but she decided to cool down. This much anger was probably not good for her.

"OK. For one, I was minding my own business when miss know-it-all came over. She did not "kindly" suggest I go to dinner, she said I was always one for disobeying the rules. Two, she didn't care about whether it was dangerous for me, she cared about being Head Girl and making other people seem small. And three, you say I disrespect her? Well I don't see why I should respect any person who doesn't respect me in return. That goes for all three of you. Ron, you treat me like a little baby, someone who can't take care of herself and you never show me the respect I deserve from my older brother. Hermione, you think that just because you're clever that everyone is below you. I mean don't you hate it when the slytherins call you a mudblood? It makes you feel inferior right? Then why do you make me feel that way? Oh and Harry, you don't see what's right in front of you. You never really see me. You think I'm just Ron's little sister, well if you hadn't noticed yet, I'm basically a woman. I always looked up to you, I always put that little bit of make-up on just for you, but did you notice? No. of course not. You guys need to treat people like equals. So what you've saved the world like 3 times? It doesn't make you kings or queens of everyone. Other people might not feel the way I feel but don't go lecturing me on disrespect, when you do it everyday when you say good morning to me. I'm really not hungry so I'll leave you all to your dinner."

After her very long speech everyone was, well speechless. The hall had gone silent when they heard her. She looked around nervously, oh dear what had she done? But she had to have her exit, it was the most important thing in an argument according to the twins, to win, you must stand tall and walk away. So that is what she did. She got up from her chair, nodded to the now frozen trio and started to walk to the doors. But just as she was about to push them open she heard a noise come from different parts of the room. What was it? She then realised it was clapping, for her? Yes it was. She had the faintest feeling that it started at the slytherin table, but maybe that was just her. People were now cheering and whistling. She turned around, with a shocked look on her face as she saw people standing. Loads of them were smiling at her and some where glaring at the trio.

She was happy at first but then it all suddenly overwhelmed her. She quickly exited and made her way down the corridor, not quite sure where to go next. She suddenly found herself down by the dungeons. Did she go the wrong way? She never dares to go down there in the night for fear of bumping into a slytherin. But they were all in the great hall. So there's no harm in having a look is there?

As she walked down a cold hallway, she looked at her surroundings. Beautiful paintings, expensive drapes on the windows and even the floor had an elegant red carpet going down the middle. This was nothing like Gryffindor. It also didn't look anything like it did in the day. Where was she? Is this a different corridor? She jumped about a foot into the air when she heard a voice to her left.

"Password" It was a portrait, obviously for Slytherin. So she was by the portrait hole for Slytherin house. The old man in the painting had bright green eyes and they were barely visible as his eyelids were almost covering them. He must be tired.

"Er…well I don't know…I'm not-" She was interrupted though by a voice from the darkness.

"Pureblood" She whipped around to see these intense grey eyes boring into her chocolate brown ones. She turned back round as she heard a whooshing sound. It was the portrait hole being opened. She questioned walking inside, she surely wasn't allowed, was she? The figure that belonged to the voice moved past her, before giving her a smirk, then strode through the portrait hole into the room beyond. Was that an invitation? Why would he have said the password in front of her if he did not want her to follow? But it surely was against the rules to go into other people's house room's right? Oh stuff it, she sounded like Hermione. With that thought, she walked confidently into the still open hole and into the room.

Ginny gasped at the sight that met her eyes. It was even more beautiful than the hallway she had previously walked down. More paintings, warm fire, comfy chairs and sofas. It was kind of like the Gryffindor common room except grander, more expensive looking. Figured. She looked around for the boy she had followed, but he'd disappeared. She couldn't stay here if he wasn't here, it would look as if she'd broken in. She had to leave before the other Slytherins came back. She turned to leave the way she came when the same male voice from before startled her from behind.

"Going so soon?" She turned to see the boy leaning against a doorframe in the corner of the room which was above slightly concealed by some chairs; she figured it was the one of the boy's dorms. He soon snapped around and disappeared into the room. Once again Ginny was confronted by a decision. Why did he keep leaving her! She decided to follow him inside, being the curious girl she was. It was definitely a dorm. But not any kind of dorm. It was a single bedroom. She didn't even know they had those. It was furnished with the same stunning décor as the other room had. She saw the boy standing by his own fire place looking in her direction. He smirked at her. This was an annoying habit of his she'd noticed. This was ridiculous. What was she doing in a Slytherin dorm room with him?

"Malfoy. Why did you let me in here?"

This is my first fic so be nice!