Title: Outcast

Summary: Love is like riding a broomstick. Some people are addicted to it and others just can't seem to get the hang of it.

Disclaimer: I own the plot, which makes me very happy. Why should I want to own Ron and Hermione when I can do stupid stuff with them like this too?

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RainDateChick gave me a very helpful review on which I'd like to comment: Yes Hermione did kiss Harry and I agree there is a very big difference. But, they didn't notice she was drunk, and Ginny had reasons for mistrusting Harry (in her opinion at least). Things will be explained more thoroughly in this chapter and that's why it's in Ginny's perspective.

Chapter 6:

I was never that important. To anybody really. Being the seventh baby born in our household I never got that much attention. Not that I wanted attention. I was perfectly fine playing with my dolls and my broomstick. For ten years my life was just how I imagined it would be. Peaceful, though I'm not sure that's the right word when you have Fred and George as your brothers. I was happy being who I was, where I was.

That all changed when I met the famous Harry Potter. Though I had only seen him for about a minute my head started making up crazy stories about being taken away on a broomstick, being swept of my feet by a certain very goodlooking wizard, flying into the night, away from everything I've known and cherished. I wanted him to rescue me, though from what I was not sure. I had never had these thoughts before and at first they scared me. What had happened to the completely normal completely happy Ginny Weasley? Why was I dreaming of something I hardly knew, begging him silently to change my life?

When my first year started someone started to pay attention to me. I thought it couldn't harm anybody. I just wanted to know that I was special, not simply another Weasley. I wanted someone to realise that there was something more to me than hand-me-down robes and fiery red hair. And Tom did. Tom saw in me his instrument, and however diabolical it was it felt nice to be perfect for someone for a change. I was never perfect for Harry. Oh yes he saved me, but that's just what heroes do. It doesn't matter to them who they save, as long as they get the credit they yearn for.

At least that's what I thought. As time passed and I grew to be more like a woman I started to notice people noticing me. I thought it was because of my despicable Weasley-hair which I absolutely detested, and I felt myself becoming even more insecure than I had been before. The attention I had craved ever since I had turned into a teenager became something I wasn't comfortable with. I wanted it to stop. I wanted them to stop.

In secret I was jealous at every girl Harry had ever laid eyes on. Especially Hermione. She was so funny and smart and she got to be with him every single day. I noticed the smiles she gave him, the way he looked at her when she flipped her hair back and I felt something gnawing at my heart. Why wasn't I more like her? Why wasn't I pretty and smart and funny and everything other girls seemed to be? Why couldn't the one guy that I did want attention from notice me?

You can imagine I couldn't understand my luck when Harry finally changed his mind. It was the summer after my third year, and he was spending it at the Burrow as usually. We had been joking around, Ron and Harry and me, playing Quidditch on our broomsticks. I had always loved playing Quidditch but had never tried for the houseteam because I didn't like people looking at me, and I probably wasn't very good at it either.

A few weeks into the holidays Ron suddenly got sick. Something to do with the garden gnomes or whatever. I noticed Harry sitting alone at the dinnertable, watching the dishes being washed like it was the most interesting thing on earth. Which it probably was at that time, with mom working in the garden, dad being at the ministery and Ron throwing up little gnomes every five seconds. I sat down next to him, smiling faintly while buttering my bread and I noticed how for the first time he seemed to smile back, really smile back, like he had seen something in me that had only just surfaced for the first time.

That afternoon we spent chasing each other on our brooms, and needless to say I got caught a lot. Not just because Harry's broom was a lot faster than my old Cleansweep, but well...I rather liked his arms around me. And mind you, he didn't seem to protest either.

It took two long days after that before we finally crossed that line. Ron was still in bed, poor guy, and Harry and I were watching the sunset, sitting on his broom together. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist –because heaven forbid I might fall off– and I was leaning into him, feeling more at ease and at place than I could recall ever feeling before. His breath tickled my neck as he suddenly leaned in to plant a little kiss at my shoulder. I remember looking at him in which I suppose would be a very idiotic manner because he grinned and brushed a lock of that darned red hair out of my face. I still hated that awful colour until suddenly he looked at me adoringly and whispered how beautiful my hair was. Aww...well who can hate their hair after someone said something like that?

It took a few days, filled with screaming and yelling and occasionally another garden gnome escaping from Ron's mouth until everybody finally agreed with the thought of us dating. Dating! I was dating Harry Potter, the famous wizard whom every girl in the wizarding world know! It made me feel like giggling nonstop, but out of fear of looking very ridiculous and having Harry break up with me as soon as he heard the monstrous sound, I kept it inside. But secretly, at night, in my room I giggled and jubilated and jumped up and down my bed just to get rid of that excitement that bubbled up every time I thought of me dating Harry.

That too settled after a while. Time passed so quickly that after a while I was shocked to find out me and Harry had been dating for over a year. It made me insecure. What if he was growing tired of me? What if he was only staying with me because he knew I'd be devastated if we broke up?

I'd always been insecure. Always wondered whether people would like me for me and how long it would take them to find me annoying. I'd always been fighting for attention and now that I finally had everything I wanted I was deadscared of losing it again. I began to see danger everywhere. Mostly in girls he hung out with. Alicia Spinnet, that awful goodlooking Gryffindor Chaser. I had seen her looking at him, hugging him after every Quidditch match. I'd seen the look on her face, all shiny and happy. She was after him, obviously.

I got jealous after a while too. Tried to talk some sense into him, tried to make him realise that there were other girls after him that I wanted him to stay away from. He always smiled and assured me that there was no one else for him but me. But he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't listen to me when I explained to him that he needed to stay away from Hermione because she was so obviously in love with him. Come on, it was painful to see it. The way she was following him and Ron around like a lovesick puppy. The way she always seemed to find some reason to hug him or pat his leg or "accidentally" brush his hand as he borrowed her quill. We fought about that. Harry and me. We fought about Hermione. I wanted him to promise me to never leave me, and I wanted him to promise me to stay away from her. He wouldn't. He said Hermione was his friend. Just a friend. He said I shouldn't be so damn stubborn and jealous, said that it wasn't an attractive quality.

But well, I turned out to be right, didn't I? She was kissing him, that little slut. Dressed up like a whore, all over my Harry sucking his face off. One moment I was feeling triumphant, got the incredible urge to shout out "told you so" until I realised that Harry didn't seem to mind having Hermione's lips on his.

And that's when it hit me. That's when I knew. He had been cheating on me. Cheating with Hermione. That's why he never stayed away from her. That's why he never listened.

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A/N:

quidditch7: lol I emailed you asking for help when suddenly I got this idea. But I'd still like to know your ideas about this story though, because after Ron found out Hermione was cutting himself nothing really happened...so please mail me back with loads of ideas ;)

To all my readers:

I just wanted to take the time to thank each and every one of you for reading (and in some cases) reviewing this story. Reviews are definitely helpful, and it gives me great encouragement to write more. I hope you were all satisfied with this chapter and I hope you understand a little better why things happened as they did. Please leave a review with your ideas of this chapter!