A/N new chapter after a zillion years, yes I know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fic, its all J.K. Rowlings doing, but I own the muggle girl that Ron is dating. Also I might own future characters, and I own the characteristic changes that occur to the main characters…yes I like to be specific P
Ginny sat at her window starring out into the beautiful scene in front of her. It was a perfect day. One she most preferably would spend outside, well if she weren't grounded. Ginny had done nothing but sit by the window ever since the day she returned from the incident where no one knew where she had gone. Even though everyone was quite worried about her, no one really knew what to do or say to make her feel better. She just wasn't her normal self, and no one really knew what to do with the new Gin. Gin let out a long suffering sigh. It had been almost a month and a half now that she had last seen the one she loved and she couldn't take it anymore. Being without him made her die even more with every breath she took. She longed to be by his side, and just hold him like the last time they were together. And she would never let go, as long as she had him. But those dreams were only remaining as dreams, her parents constantly watching her every move which wasn't much since she was restricted to the confinement of the house, and preferred to stay near somewhere where she could see if Draco was going to come for to her aid, and get her out of that wretched place. She had become ill every morning and refused to eat anything until they stopped treating her as if she were a little child that didn't know what she was doing. She knew exactly what she was doing, and that she absolutely wanted to change for the one she loved. When her mother gently cooed her name she turned and faced her, her bright red hair now becoming darker, and her freckled and pale skin was now smooth and tanned, her mother just couldn't believe what a woman Ginny was turning into.
It was just yesterday that she was changing her daughter's diaper, and singing her to sleep. Now Ginny was taller then her own father, and nearing height with Harry but still a bit off from reaching Ron. Ginny was more prettier than even Hermione, but no one ever said this out loud, especially Harry who thought that Hermione was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. When Ginny faced her mother, she looked paler then usual and it made Molly worried that maybe her daughter was very ill. Ginny didn't say anything, her rosy red lips beginning to tremble a bit, trying not to cry. Molly looked away from her daughter as she spoke, it hurting her too much looking into that sad face, and having to face the one she had hurt. "Ginny dear, please come and eat something" Molly pleaded, as she rubbed a dirty spoon against her apron seeing the plates of food just sitting beside her daughter, untouched. Ginny just turned back and faced the window, her hair covering the side of her face so that her mother couldn't look at the beautiful but sad young lady's face anymore. Ginny sighed once again, her mother hearing the suffering in it and wanting to break down and cry at the thought that her daughter was so depressed and suffering. She couldn't talk to her daughter while she was like this. Just then her father entered the room, a sour expression on his face as he looked at his daughter still looking out the window. "Ginny" her father said in a stern voice, getting Ginny's attention, especially since her father never got mad at anything, "I want you to stop looking out that window and go do something around the house. Whatever or whoever it is that you're looking for, is not coming. It's been over a month, get over it" he finished off gruffly as he sat down in one of the dirty old sofa and turned on the muggle telly the Weasleys now proudly owned. Ginny of course hated such muggle things, and thought it was a waste to spend their precious money on something so foolish.
Ginny stood up abruptly and turned to eye her father, her eyes narrowing as she began to speak out loud for the first time in almost a month. Her voice croaking and full of both sadness and anger, speaking harsher as she went on. "What do you know about the person I'm waiting for? What is it that makes you so sure that they aren't going to come to the door at this very instant and rescue me from you and the pathetic family I live with? What makes you so sure I'm waiting for someone in the first place? Is it the fact that I have somebody who cares for me, unlike you and mum who have a fight everyday of you life? He's afraid of getting me into more trouble then I already am, and wants to make sure I can get out of this prison faster, so I can see him once again, this is why he refuses to come and get me, not because he doesn't love me like I love him. You act as if you know everything, and as if you are the only one who can be loved. Well you're not. In fact you don't deserve any of the love you receive, and it's probably out of petty since you're sons actually hate you, and not only them, but me as well" she finished coolly as her mother wailed out so loud, but so strictly "Ginny, how could you speak to your father this way. He raised yo-!" "That's enough Molly" Arthur began as he raised his hand for Molly to stop speaking, and he spoke in such a quiet voice it was hard to hear him. Ginny watched him impatiently as she waited for his response and for him to retaliate and ground her some more for the way she had acted. Instead he did something so very different, it through Ginny off guard as she opened her mouth in shock when he finished speaking.
"Well Ginny, it seems that you have fallen in love I presume" he began slowly, and looked at the woman in front of him. He too saw that Ginny was blossoming into a beautiful young lady, but he also saw right through her, and saw that she was also becoming something that he did not raise his children to become like. "And this boy is poisoning your mind with such evil thoughts. I suppose he told you all these thoughts and opinions, and told you that no one does love me or well that your love can't stretch that far anymore and be shared with your father and the young man at the same time, and I suppose that I don't deserve the love I received from you, judging by the way you just spoke to me. I seem to be lower then you, and I don't deserve a lot of the stuff I got in this life like a baby girl to look after, after having many boys and giving up hope on having a girl. The love that you gave me all these years, well I guess you decided to in turn give it to someone else. And I'm ok with it, because I have had a long enough life, and this young man must be very important to you and your love is completely devoted to this man" he stopped here, all this time his voice was gentle, but it began to break as he welled up with tears inside. "and I know for a fact that it's not Harry, but Harry is like a son to me anyways, even if he isn't the one you are going to be with for the rest of your life" he stopped once again taking a deep breath, the last part the hardest for him. "And I want you to be free to do whatever you wish. You are not a baby, and I can't control someone who is already of age, you are an adult now and you can go and do whatever it is that you want. You are free to walk out this door and be with the person you want to be with, and are free to do whatever it is that your hearts desire. And you don't have to come back, but if you do there is always a bedroom here for you my dar-" he stopped right there and got up and walked out of that room.
Ginny's mouth continued to gape as she watched her father walk right out the door. Molly looked at her with a face of disgust as she returned into the kitchen no longer feeling sorry for her daughter, but ashamed of her instead and the actions and words of the person she thought she knew so well. Ginny just continued to stand there, it wasn't any fun if her parents just gave up like that. But any chance she would get to see her love, she would take, and well now she could see him whenever she wanted because her parents or rather her dad with the approval of her mother, told her that she may do what she wanted, and she could still return home which she might do only for the fact that she wanted to take revenge upon Harry Potter, and help the Dark Lord reign all. She looked out the window again, feeling sick once more and ran to the washroom, hurling onto the rug, not making it to the toilet in time. When she finally finished, she felt even more sick, waving her wand at the mess which instantly vanished and took a seat on top of the toilet. She breath in slowly and deeply, trying to think of something that made her happy to get her mind off being sick. She wondered why she was getting so sick so often, maybe it was the way her parents had been treating her lately, and the fact that she hadn't had fresh air in more then a month. It was getting to her, being trapped in the confinement of those four walls. She looked out the window in the washroom, and saw Ron with the muggle girl on his lap happily chatting with her and seeming to be excited about something. Hermione and Harry were sitting down in the grass Harry's head resting on Hermione's shoulder and looking like they were talking in low whispers about something. They had finally showed to world that they were together, after Ginny's little out burst and disappearance that made Harry realize that Ginny had moved on just like he had.
Ginny looked at the two and immediately felt like she was going to be sick again, her stomach growling from wanting food. She got up and walked out of the washroom and into the kitchen, where her mother had abandoned whatever she was doing and went off after her father, most likely to comfort him. Her parents may have fought but they were definitely madly in love unlike what Ginny had said. She may not have liked her father, but she couldn't admit that she never did love him, and she lied about the boys not loving him either. Oh if they had heard her, she would have been beaten to a pulp by those 6 guys, but the new Ginny would not take back her word and did not care about anyone's feelings except her own and Draco's. She would obey the dark lord as her father now, and she would listen to everything Draco asked her from the request of the dark lord. She looked around the kitchen and searched for anything that might be edible. She went to the fridge and opened it wishing they had house elves to do these kinds of stuff for her instead. She grabbed the milk carton and a apple, and sat down at the dining table, gulping it down her throat as fast as she could, she wanted to go and be with Draco as soon as possible. She downed to food and the milk, and walked out the back door. She looked at Ron who smiled at her and then looked over at Harry and Hermione and then back to the girl sitting on his lap. Ginny just nodded her head and walked right past Harry and Hermione, Harry lifting his head up to see Ginny's legs walk just past his back. He reached out and grabbed her leg, causing Hermione to look up, a bit shocked and looking very sleepy. Ginny turned back and looked down at Harry who had grabbed her ankle, and then at Hermione who looked at her with such a happy smile it disgusted her. "Hey" Harry said gently patting the space beside him for her to take a seat beside. Ginny nodded her head no "I think I'll stand. I have to be on my way soon." She didn't need to mention where she was going, especially since it was none of their business.
"Gin, it's been a long time since you've spoken, it's good to hear your voice again, but the thing is, are you allowed to go out?" she asked with concern. Ginny looked at Hermione with hatred, the goodness in her ex friend was enough to make her want to be sick again. "Of course I'm allowed" she said snapping at the girl with the big brown eyes and the bushy hair. Harry looked at her with a frown on his face. His lightening bolt scar hidden behind his jet black hair, and his piercing green eyes that usually got one's attention first off. He continued to frown as he spoke to her using that soft and sweet voice he used to use when they were together that she had liked some much. It used to make her melt but now it was just a voice. "Gin, are you feeling alright? I mean, you don't look too good, and you are acting strange lately" he asked. She noticed the hint of concern in his voice. She felt like screaming at the top of her lungs, that she was fine and that everyone should get over it. But she didn't, she acted like her normal old self just to prove to them that nothing was wrong, and so she could gain their trust once again. Oh the plotting she would do, and how she would gain their trust back… Harry continued to stare at her wanting her to answer his question. She looked back at him with a smile, not a genuine one, but it was a start and could fool them easily. "I'm absolutely fine" she said looking at the two of them. "Just bloody fine" she muttered. Harry didn't hear what exactly she had said when she had muttered, but he could tell it wasn't something very nice. Sighing he turned away, wanting Hermione to handle the situation. Hermione just looked at Ginny with a small smile. "So where are you headed too?" she asked her. Ginny looked at her with narrowed eyes, as if to dare not to believe the answer Ginny was about to give her. "I'm actually just heading out of town, should be home tomorrow, and no I don't need some luggage" she said answering the question Harry was about to ask. "Well I better be off" she didn't like the tension there, even though it felt great that she had caused it.
Hermione smiled, and Harry just watched her as she headed out the back-yard. Ginny muttered, her eyes getting colder as she left. "damn fools, never could leave me alone" she said before she apparated right out of the place not looking back at the two who were talking quietly about her strange difference that had taken place. When Ginny felt the feeling of being sucked in through a small space stop she looked up at a huge mansion, which had large doors, and a grande look to it. She had reached the Malfoy mansion, where Draco was looking out the window at her a grin on his face and an anticipating look on his face.