Finally

The train ride to Hogwarts was boring as usual. Harry stared out the window, thinking about his past, present and most importantly, his future. Voldemort had been killed a year ago, along with Sirius Black and Arthur Weasley. Many others had died also, but those were the two who had the most impact on Harry's life.

Arthur's death also had a very large impact on Ginny. Since her father had died, her life hadn't been the same. Her mother was too grief stricken to take care of herself, let alone a daughter still in school, so Ginny moved in with Hermione. Hermione's mum had welcomed Ginny with open arms, but she still yearned for her father's stories. "Little Lottie" they were about. Just thinking of the stories made her eyes water.

So, Ginny was lying in her seat, her legs curled, her head in Hermione's lap, when Pansy Parkinson walked past the half-open door.

"Of course I'm going to get the lead this year. I'm going to try out, aren't I?" and she laughed her shrill, annoying laugh. Five seconds later, Ginny could barely hear Crabbe's and Goyle's low, rumbling laughs as they joined in, slow as ever. When their footsteps finall faded, Ginny got up, closed the door, and sat back down, this time sitting straight up.

"I wonder what play Flitwick will be doing this year," she stated.

Hermione snapped her book shut. She always hated having to put down a good book, and seeing as she was reading Shakespeare, she was pissed. "Why should I care?" she asked in a tone almost as snotty as Parkinson's. "Parkinson always get's the lead part and Flitwick always chooses the worst plays." Hermione opened her book and started reading. Again.

"What is it with him and choosing the worst plays?" asked Harry, tearing his eyes away from the passing rolling hills and lakes.

Ginny looked up from her hands. Harry had barely spoken since Sirius had died. She stared in silence for a few seconds wondering why he had broken his silence for something as trivial as a play before answering as well as she could.

"He's really into... muggle plays," she said, not entirely sure about her answer.

"But, The Ghost of Johnny Brooks and Pollyanna?" Harry asked skeptically, looking back at Ginny. She felt her face flush.

"Hey, don't ask me." She threw her hands up in the air from frustration which was increased by her embarrassment of Harry looking at her. "Ever since Flitwick started the 'Drama Club' and having plays people had to audition for, I've seen him reading crappy muggle books, trying to find his next 'Big Hit'."

Hermione raised her head above her book just long enough to say, "Muggle books aren't crappy." She disappeared moments later.

Ginny stared out the compartment window. "I think I might try out again this year," she stated as Draco Malfoy walked by the door. Amazingly, he didn't have his regular goonies with him.

"Yea," said Harry, turning back to the window. "You're bound to get the lead part this time, after your performance last year. When Parkinson quit because her water was too warm, Flitwick, Dumbledore and McGonagall thought the play would be over. Good thing you stepped in. You were great."

Ginny smiled at the back of his head. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered.

As the train started to slow down, everyone in the compartment started changing into their school robes. Out in the corridor, the normal hustle and bustle of people getting their trunks could be heard.

The train stopped and everyone got off of it, the first years going with Hagrid on boats over the lake. Everyone else went in the horseless carriages. For once, the night was nice.

Harry looked around the carriage. "Hermione," he started, "please pull your head out of that stupid book and talk for once."

Ginny sighed and murmured under her breath, "Great, here we go again." She spent the rest of the carriage ride listening to Harry and Hermione argue over books.

As they climbed the stone steps up to Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione still arguing, Ginny noticed a crowd gathered around a section of the wall. "Let's go over and check out what stupid play Flitwick chose this year," she said, interrupting Harry mid-sentence.

They walked over and joined the crowd around the poster. Hermione, being the tallest of the three, standing on tiptoes, looked over everyone's heads. "Finally," she mumbled, grabbing Harry and Ginny by the arms and dragging them into the Great Hall.

"Well, what play is it?" asked Ginny, sitting down in her usual spot between Harry and Hermione and looking expectantly at her.

"Well, they finally chose a food play," said Hermione, intentionally getting on Ginny's nerves.

"But what is the play?" Ginny asked through clenched teeth.

"Oh, that's simple." Hermione cleared her throat for dramatic effect.

"You should have tried out for the play," Ginny said under her breath.

"Well, the play is Romeo and Juliet," said Hermione, finally, after many dramatics.

Ginny looked shocked. "Really?" she asked, but before Hermione could respond with her own retort, Professor McGonagall entered with the first years.

Throughout the Sorting, the feast and Dumbledore's speech, Ginny sat in a daze. "Me... Juliet... finally," she kept on whispering.

When Dumbledore announced it was time for bed, Ginny got up and left with the others. At the portrait of the Fat Lady, she instantly forgot the password when it was told to her by the prefects.

As Ginny was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, she only said one word. "Finally." And with that, she fell asleep.

A/N: Okay, so yea, I know, I shouldn't really be starting a new story when I am still on the second chapter on another, but I am sorry. I was with a friend and we decided to write this together, so I write a chappie, she writes a chappie. Hopefully we can then get the chappies out more quickly. :le huggles:

-Dizzy-