Ginerva Weasley was a rebel. Really. Or at least she would have to become one if she were to do anything about the way she was feeling toward her entire existence at the moment.
Ginny was lying in her lilac room, on her yellow bedspread, waiting for the morning to come. She hated lilac. And yellow. It was the 30th of August and she feverishly waited the moment when she could step onto the Hogwarts Express and leave behind her worries for another ten months. It only caused her some concern that the worries that gnawed most viciously at her mind were those that were relating to golden trio who would be following her.
They were downstairs right now, celebrating Harry's belated birthday because he had been too important to come a month earlier. And Ginny had been sent to bed. Sent to bed. Well, there had been the fact where she had thrown a fit and thrown a piece of chocolate cream pie at Hermione's overgrown bush of hair, but she was fine with wiping that out of her memory. But really, what right did that know-it-all have to tell her that if she would just study harder, she could achieve some sort of notoriety. Really. Ginny had all the notoriety she wanted. Well, at least she vowed to gain some during the next year.
And with these thoughts, Ginerva Weasley faded into sleep, at only eight o'clock at night.
The morning dawned bright and early. Ginny was the first to rise, after her mother of course, due to her early bed time the night before. She scrunched her nose at the thought but decided not to think of it anymore. She would just have to put up a brave front for the next five hours, lasting just long enough to see her through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ .
So, when the Grunge, as she had taken to calling her, though not aloud just yet, snuck right past her into the shower, Ginny refrained from making any sort of comment resembling the beginning of a fit. Instead she only uttered a quiet, "Couldn't get all the cream out last night?" and went on her merry way.
When the Weasleys plus two piled into the old run-down Chevy that the ministry had given to Arthur as a work bonus, it was almost ten o'clock and Ginny was silently congratulating herself on not killing anyone as of yet. Of course there were a few misses, but she always had managed to run outside before her fist decided to lodge itself into something. Better the vegetable patch than Potter's face, at least for now.
The train was a whole new battle to fight. She didn't want to give the trio the satisfaction of having her trail them, but all of her friends, or so-called friends, were trailing them. Ginny compromised with herself by finding an empty cabin on the way to the bathrooms where she could grab Luna while she was checking Mudmillings or something or other. Supposedly they liked toilet bowls far better than their normal swamp surroundings.
When Luna finally did come out to do her check of the facilities aboard the train, she caught Ginny's eye quite uncomfortably, very rare for the mellow girl.
"What did they do now?" Ginny asked outright, cutting to the chase before Luna could try to think of some way to compliment her, something she only did in the most uncomfortable of situations.
"Your earrings look nice. Are they new?" Ginny gave her the look that was usually reserved for Slytherins and Luna pulled her inside the cabin which Ginny had been occupying.
"Harry and Hermione kissed in the cabin and it was all very sweet, although I wasn't quite sure how you'd take it seeing as you were madly in love with him the for the las-." Ginny cut her off with a wave of her hand. Yes, she might have had a tiny crush on Harry during the first few years that she had been at Hogwarts, but she could easily get over this. Right? After all, he had been a complete asshole to her the whole year prior. She didn't need another big brother after all. Luna fidgeted again. Oh no, there was something else.
"Well, they decided that they were going to renew the D.A. since, you know, all of this had been especially tough this summer. They told me to tell you, though, and gave me this." She pulled out the shiny galleon that Ginny had used two years prior, handing it over to the redhead. Ginny accepted the piece of metal robotically and then turned on a smile for Luna.
"That's great, well, I better get some down time, I didn't sleep all night." Luna just nodded and floated on, toward the bathrooms, no doubt.
Ginny threw herself onto the red cushion of the seat and willed herself not to start sobbing as she had last night, before she had resigned herself to become more rebellious. Being untouched by everything was far harder than she thought. Maybe she wasn't cut out to be the stand-out type. But she would have to try. The trio would not get the best of her! She finally let herself to think on why she was so set against the people that she had once thought to be her friends.
Ginny stood up on her tip-toes to kiss Harry, almost sighing from what she could just imagine would feel wondrous. But he dodged her.
"Harry, what's wrong?" She asked, though she didn't really want to get into that at the moment. After all, this was her first date with the boy, no man, that she had been crushing on for more than five long years.
The drifting snowflakes around them picked up speed, signaling the end of the best date that Ginny had ever had. Not to mention that Harry had asked her out. It was as she'd always imagined it. Well, maybe not as many awkward pauses and maybe a few more secret smiled and kisses, but she could definitely make something out of this. She was, after all, clutching his arm as they walked back to the school to enjoy some Christmas Eve tea and dessert.
Ginny could only think of how handsome Harry's hair looked and how she would love to see his eyes the moment he opened her present the next day. She had spent hours crafting a snow globe from magic which would show them dancing together in Hogsmeade. It was a perfect symbol of their love for each other, at least Ginny though so.
Harry obviously didn't feel the same, as he calculatingly gripped her hand and removed it from the sleeve of his cloak.
"Ginny, I don't think that we should do this, or anything like this." He paused for a moment to try to catch her gaze, but them thought better of it and looked away, "I don't want you to become and target and you know how hard this is for me." Harry trailed off, obviously having said the wrong thing.
Ginny jumped back from him. "You think that I can't defend myself, is that it?" Her eyes flashed, "You don't want to get involved with Ron's little sister. You think I'm just one of your stupid fan club members who would be dumb enough to get myself into a mess, don't you?"
Harry looked queasy about the whole conversation and turned to look back at the street which they had come from. He turned back.
"Well, Gin, it's not that you can't take care of yourself, it's just that we have things to do for the Order and this isn't easy for me either, I just don't think I should be involved with anyone." He looked uneasily at her, "And there was that time in the Chamber and I may not be around the next time so it would just be better if…"
"Harry, that was four years ago, how can you hold that against me?" Ginny all but sobbed, but she knew it was too late. He couldn't meet her eyes yet again. Well, at least now she knew how he felt, she thought as she trudged back in the snow, not having a warm body to cling to.
Trying to talk to Hermione about her woes an hour later turned out to be a bad move. When Ginny approached the couch on which she could recognized Hermione's hair, she could hear Harry's voice, too.
"I mean, I think so. Would that be considered letting someone down easy? I don't think she'll be out to get me any time soon, and maybe we won't have to evade her so much, you know, maybe she'll go and make new friends or something." Ginny didn't hear the rest as she ran back to her room and ripped apart her bed sheets.
Yes, so now she knew. And that was what they had wanted all along, wasn't it, for her to avoid them so that they wouldn't have to go out of their way to avoid her. But she had reconsidered her quite retreat.
Screw the whole fucking trio and anyone who decided that they were worth more than the littlest Weasley. She would find friends and she could live without the holier-than-thou Potter and Posse. She would make sure of it.
Ginny had to sit with second year Hufflepuffs to avoid the trio and crew, but she did it for the sake of her plan. The Platinum Plan, as it had come to be known in her head. She would have called it golden, but that made her more frustrated than she could bear. Platinum it was.