Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. A girl can only wish. I only own a few (minor) characters.
"Rise and shine, Nevy," Mia's soft voice filled the room as Ginny slowly opened her eyes, smiling inside at the new nickname.
"How the hell are you up and ready so early?" Questioned Ginny and she sat up and rubbed the tired out of her eyes.
Mia shrugged, "Some people enjoy the mornings, you know," She said with a soft chuckle. Her hair was in a low bun, a piece of hair framing her face. She walked off to sit on her own bed.
"I'll wait for you to get ready so we can eat breakfast together," Said Mia as she leaned against her pillow.
"Uhh, you go down without me, I- I have to do something," Said Ginny, honestly hoping to talk to Tom.
"Very well," Mia said, and then gracefully stalked down the staircase. Ginny let out a breath, and then picked up the leathery diary.
Dear Tom,
I am so sorry for not writing last night! My new friend, Mia, and I were just getting settled in.
Ginevra,
My dear, I am assuming you made Gryffindor? I am incredibly proud of you. Tell me more about this Mia person...
And Ginny poured out everything she knew or observed about her newest friend.
-Half an hour later-"There you are!" Mia called out. "Where were you? You didn't come down to breakfast," The girl looked genuinely concerned, which warmed Ginny's heart.
"I was so tired so I was resting– yeah, resting," She stumbled out, not having thought out a suitable excuse.
Mia frowned, but gave a tiny nod that meant she understood.
"So, we have to head down to Potions with Professor Snape, and then we have to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts," She paused, "I hope he isn't an idiot!"
Ginny softly giggled at this.
"Ginny!" Came a voice from behind the two girls, both of them turning around to see.
"Hermione, hi," Ginny said, "this is my friend, Mia," Ginny added, and she then noticed Ron and Harry—she blushed—standing next to her.
Mia extended her arm, "Pleasure!" She then shook hands with Harry and Ron.
"Harry and Ron, is it?" Said Mia, "nice to meet both of you!" She then shook hands with both of them, and much to Harry's noticeable relief, she didn't goggle at him.
"Well, we should be going, wouldn't want to miss classes, after all!" Ginny saw Hermione smile after Mia said this. She knew Hermione really would like the girl.
Mia and Ginny walked to class in comfortable silence, until, "So, you fancy Harry?"
Ginny blushed a red that resembled her Gryffindor tie.
"I-I don't?" It came out as more of a question, so she tried again. "I don't," And Mia just laughed and shook her head.
"Don't be silly, I can tell. There's really no point in hiding it from me, considering I can help," Mia said as they arrived at the door. "Just think about it," And with that they entered the classroom for their Potions lesson.
-At dinner-
"I mean, he is just completely and utterly preposterous!"
Mia said with dramatic head and hand movements as she piled chicken on her plate, continuing to mutter things like, "dimwit," "idiot," "unqualified," and things of the sort.
"Who are you referring to?" Asked Hermione, sitting across from them.
"Professor," She said this word as if she didn't mean it, "Snape," Both of these words left her lips with disgust.
Next to Hermione, Ron snorted.
"Yeah, especially if you're in Gryffindor. The guy would take points off for breathing if you aren't in his house," He said.
"Ronald! Do not talk with your mouth full of food!" Hermione sneered, and then they were off bickering about anything they could disagree on.
Harry shot Ginny a small smile, and she was sure her face turned the color of her hair.
Next to Ginny, Mia smiled smugly.
"What did I say, Nevy," Mia whispered close to her ear, "I can help..."
And Ginny pondered over this offer for the rest of dinner.
Soon dinner was through, and Mia and Ginny roamed their way around the castle until Mia stated that they really needed to get back to their dormitories.
Ginny stated the password to the Fat Lady and walked next to Mia, who sat at a table.
"What are you doing?" Ginny asked, "We don't have any homework..."
"Oh! Yes, I prefer to get ahead of my studies, that way I won't have to worry in the future," Mia said back, with an extremely serious gaze, mind you.
Ginny sighed and watched the fire roar as she listened to Mia's quill scribble away.
Ginny found herself yawning, and then Mia said, "My Gods!" With a gasp included.
"It's 11:30!" She scooped up her books and headed towards the stairs, Ginny following suit. Ginny saw Mia shove her books in her book bag, and they both started getting ready for the night.
Soon after, once Ginny was sure Mia was asleep, she whipped out her diary.
Dear Tom,
Good evening! My first day was quite easy, though I assume my classes should become rather hard once we actually learn stuff.
Ginevra,
I am glad to hear you had a fine day. Though, I do wish you would write me more often, I feel as though this... Mia girl is replacing me...
Ginny stifled a gasp.
Oh, no, Tom! No one could ever replace you! Ginny scribbled hastily.
Good, good, my dear, because I couldn't imagine my life without your beautiful self.
Ginny blushed.
I am not beautiful. With my overload of freckles and different hair, I'm nothing compared to every other girl.
Tom stayed silent for a while, absorbing the fallen tears that had lay still on the page for several moments.
My love, you are the most beautiful woman—woman? Ginny thought—I have ever met– or wrote, for that matter.
Ginny smiled, bid her farewell to Tom, and let the darkness of the night carry her away.
Dear Tom,
I woke up covered in paint and chicken feathers, and I still have no idea what I was doing last night.
Ginevra,
You told me you trusted me, so trust me. It will all be okay.
3 weeks after Tom told her this, she still did not entirely believe it.
Trust me.
Could she?
3 more weeks passed.
Tom had violated her. Ginny Weasley pulled the curtains around her bed shut and curled into a ball under the covers, shivering uncontrollably despite the scorching heat of the heavy sheets.
She cried. Cried until she felt drained, as if she had cried all the tears that had built up in her body. All the tears she refused to let fall when her brothers teased her. The tears she refused to let fall when Ron neglected her for Harry and Hermione, his new friends. The tears she refused to let fall when her mother told her everything she would be taking to Hogwarts would be second hand.
All those tears she had refused to let fall, all that emotion she had worked so hard to bury.
They all shook loose.
It was twilight and Ginny was stalking the hallways, a sense of confidence (no doubt from Tom) washing over her fear of getting caught like waves covering sea shells on a sandy shore.
She was suspicious of her diary, and she was plotting how to get rid of it. She had already given Tom her soul, each of them a half making a whole. She knew, deep down, even if she didn't recognize her knowledge on it, that he was inside her, controlling her, being her.
She kept walking, making it to the portrait hole, canceling out the complaints of The Fat Lady, something about students always interrupting her sleep.
Oh, how she wanted sleep. The idea seemed so appealing to her, but as she rested upon her sheets in her dorm, she didn't feel the familiar weight on her eyelids, the familiar blackness lulling her away from her problems. She only stayed still, her eyes closed, yet her mind racing.
Sleep did not come. Not that night.
A/N: Ahhh! I hope you are enjoying the story! I am trying to incorporate different characters, though the story is mainly about Ginny. I am not following the exact storyline from the book, but it will be extremely similar. As always, RR for more chapters :)