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A/N: okay I know I don't usually do this but thanks to everyone who reviewed! Thanks for anything you said. I appreciated the praise and the truth, I will try to get those mistakes fixed in this one (my sister is proofing it for me!). And I do realize it is terribly clichéd but you've read it so obviously you don't mind! Besides what would a good fic be if it weren't? oh and about her appearance, well I was going to say she dyed her hair and was wearing makeup but Ginny has always seemed the type not to care (I believe her to be 'disgusted' by people who change for others). Besides over the holidays (primary to high school) I changed a lot so I thought it could happen. REMEMBER this is a magical world! spesh thnx to Lauren! And I really do appreciate all comments
As Ginny got round the corner she broke into a run.
What the hell just happened?
She had certainly never done that before, well she had kissed a boy before, she'd done a lot more than just kiss, but with Zabini? She had never had the confidence to do something like that before; it was like she had lost control of her body. But at the same time it made her feel confident and powerful.
She reached the common room before she realized it and when she climbed through the portrait hole she was greeted with three faces, all waiting exclusively for her.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US YOU WERE BEING PUT UP A GRADE? AND WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN. IT'S BEEN ONE AND A HALF HOURS! IF I FIND OUT SOMEONE'S HURT YOU…OOH THERE GONNA GET HUT!" Ron was screaming at her, his face almost turning purple. Harry and Hermione had scowls on their faces. Ginny found it hard not to laugh at the three of them. She was replaying the scene that had happened in the hall over and over in her mind while the three of them continued to rant about her being seriously hurt or being attacked by killer fanged Frisbee's.
"WELL?"
"Well what Ronald?" she looked him defiantly in the eyes.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" she looked at them shocked; how could he go from screaming about her lying and holding back important information to realizing she was late getting back, god boys were weird sometimes.
Harry misunderstood her shocked face.
"Ginny, look at me." She looked him in the eyes defiantly. "Did someone err…'hurt' you, you know force you to do something?" Harry had the concerned and curious brother act going. She did not like people who snooped in her life, let alone just jumped to random conclusions, AND he was talking to her like she was a two year old.
God is there such a thing as caring too much?
"Harry I was not raped, its not classed as rape if you consent you know?" with that she walked off leaving three very shocked faces. "Oh and by the way stop with the overprotective mother act, it's rather annoying and in case you forgot I am sixteen dickwad." She turned around and sauntered out of the common room.
Omigod omigod omigod, did I really just say that? That was the 4th time today she had done something irrational and without thinking. She would not usually handle a situation like that.
Most of her classes were the same, they may not have been like they were all other years, with two houses in each class but there was just as much tension. Houses members tended to stick to their house. But Ginny tended to not sit with any house; she felt no need seeing as she only joined the year level this year. She sat up the back, alone and unwatched…or so she thought.
Blaise and Malfoy sat up the front of the transfigurations room talking quietly.
"Blaise, why are you so interested in her? your not in love are you?" Draco was scared for his friend; he had never been like this with a girl.
"What? No, she's just there, I mean I want her but not for a relationship you saw her on the train, you've seen her now. And they weren't kisses of an innocent girl. Every one else may think she pure but I know better and so do you!" he was staring back at her as she wrote something down. She looked up, curls falling on her face. She noticed Blaise staring at her and raised an eyebrow.
Why the hell does he keep staring?
I dunno, maybe because... YOU KISSED HIM! She was arguing with herself.
She sneered at him and as to answer he winked at her before returning to his work.
Did he just wink at me?
Yes! God when did I become so dumb!
I hope I realize that I'm putting myself down when I say that? Besides when do I consort with myself?
Since you grew up!
Shut up!
She was doing it again.
"Miss Weasley, what is the answer?" Professor McGonagall was standing above her looking at her strangely.
"I don't know Professor" she looked down at her parchment.
"Well I suggest you start paying attention. 5 points from Gryffindor." She walked away revealing the rest of the class staring at Ginny wide-eyed.
Well at least there's Quidditch tryout tomorrow, something to look forward to.
The Next Day
Ginny stood on the pitch; she was the first one to arrive. She looked at her surroundings. It was just cold enough to wear her cloak and the ground was misty; there was layer of frosting covering the ground and dew rested on any surface.
"Um, hey Gin! You trying out?" Harry was walking onto the field, broom in one hand, and clipboard in the other.
"Yea for Cha-Beater."
What the fuck did I say that for?
You said it because it is what you really want to do.
What! I want to handle the ball! I want to be a chaser!
No I don't! I want to be a beater!
Why?
Just do it!
Whilst she had been arguing, Harry was on the ground in hysterics. Ginny! Little Ginny as a beater! That was the call of the century. But if she wanted to try he wouldn't stop her.
You know on second thought I think I will, if people are going to act like that, ill show em' what I can do.
She stood there scowling at Harry whilst he talked to the other hopefuls; she was going to show him.
"Okay, Ginny your up. Just hit the Bludger as hard as possible at the target." Harry wasn't sure if he should be laughing or feeling embarrassment as the little girl flew up.
The mark she was to hover at was twenty meters away form the target. The target was the size of a standard cauldron. She closed her eyes.
I'm not sure I can do this.
Pull yourself together you can!
She opened her eyes to see the bludger speeding towards her face.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
She slammed it with her bat and watched it rebound and hit the target…so powerfully it broke through, the first break that day. She repeated this again, whilst flying around the pitch, every time aiming for the target. She landed in front of Harry and Ron with a smirk on her face. They were all shocked, so much power out of little Ginny!
"The list will be up by dinnertime, you all did super!" Harry started to talk quietly with the rest of the team.
By the time Ginny got back from dinner there was a crowd gathered around the notice board. Ginny pushed her way through and read the notice.
Gryffindor Quidditch Team
Seeker: Harry Potter (c)
Keeper: Ronald Weasley
Chasers: Dean Thomas
Demelza Robins
Ritchie Coot
Beaters: Ginny Weasley
Jimmy Peakes
Practice will be every Wednesday night at 7:00pm sharp.
She smirked as shocked faces followed her up to her room. She heard one person on the pitch compare her style to Fred and George! That was funny!
She walked up to her bed and started searching in her trunk for her pajamas. Unlike all the other girls in her dorm she hated the flannels they were given at the start of every year. Instead of the flannels she brought her own jimmies form home, a black tank top (also known as bonds chesty) and green, loose, short yoga pants which had to white stripes down the side. No matter how cold it got, she always wore them, she couldn't stand long sleeved shirts. On that note, she climbed into her double bed and fell asleep.
The weeks went fast, with Quidditch practice and the piles of homework they received. Soon enough Hogwarts found themselves two weeks form the Christmas holidays. Ginny still remembered the first Quidditch game of the year, how could she forget, no one else had.
FLASHBACK
The first Quidditch match of the year was Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. When the teams walked onto the field Ginny could feel people (a lot of them) staring at her. she could hear the Slytherins laughing and yelling out that they were in trouble if they had to rely on a pixie to be beater. Ginny looked at the Ravenclaw beaters, they were big, rough and burly seventh year boys.
I can do this.
Yea! I can. I wouldn't have gone for the beater position if I didn't think I could.
I didn't you did!
I am you dip shit
Oh….
They mounted their brooms and kicked off. Harry immediately soared straight up and out of the way. Ginny weaved in and out of the chasers keeping an eye out for the bludgers. A Ravenclaw belted the bludger towards the Gryffindor chaser and Ginny dived at it. She could hear the calls people were making about it going right through her. She swung her bat at it and it sped off right back at the Ravenclaw beater…it hit him in the gut and down he went. Everyone was silent, the pixie just downed a guy, and she heard the murmurs again
"That has got to be one powerful backhand, I've seen him take bludgers to the gut and he never fell off before." She once again smirked to herself.
Serves them right.
The only people not whispering were the Slytherins, they weren't cheering for her but they still loved watching people make fools of themselves. She looked down and saw Zabini looking at her wide-eyed and the look on malfoy's face was priceless.
Gryffindor won the game 250 to 30.
ENDS FLASHBACK
But, yes apart form the games, practice, classes and homework; the first term had gone fast.
Ginny found herself sitting at breakfast with the Golden trio; they were deeply involved in some conversation (probably about you-know-whose newest plan to steal the minister of magic's daughter's hamster or some such) and ignoring the invisible one…again. The halls were suddenly filled with the sound of wings flapping and hooting. Ginny did not expect to receive anything.