Only Happy When it Rains Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

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Disclaimer: I'm not putting these up for every chapter. this is the second and last time i'm doing it. the only benefits i'm getting is the warm fuzzy feeling i get when i see people have read/reviewed my attempt at a fanfic. woo.

Chapter 2--How's it Gonna Be?

Ginny tried desperately to try and get a carriage by herself to ride up to the castle, but she knew it was impossible. She instead found one with Luna and Neville. Although she wasn't particularly thrilled about it, it was better than being with Harry. Ron hasn't even spoken to her since she found Harry cheating on her, and Ginny has no idea why. Well, she's not going to be the one to break the ice, that's for sure. She sighed exasperatedly once she entered the carriage. Neville kept quiet. Thank God, too. I'm not in the mood for talking. Luna did as well. She was too busy reading The Quibbler and didn't even acknowledge Ginny's presence. Neville had at least nodded to her. But the fact that Luna didn't even so much as look up from her magazine to even smile made Ginny feel less and less wanted in this world. Oh God...this is going to be a long year. She had no one to turn to. No one to talk to. Well, except for Hermione, but Ginny didn't think she could handle being constantly chipper with the girl around. Just one of my masks, Ginny thought to herself.

That's another thing. She's starting to develop certain masks, façades, to hide herself away from all the different people around her. She would be happy around Hermione, completely miserable and mute around her peers that don't really matter, i.e. Luna, Neville, Colin..., and she would be the fiercest thing she could in front of people like Potter and Malfoy. Maybe even her brother, if it called for that.

Ginny jumped out of the carriage once they reached the castle. She raced up the stairs and turned into the Great Hall. She didn't have anyone to sit with, either. She looked for Hermione, but then remembered that she's Head Girl and probably has to help out with some younger kids. She saw Ron and Harry and felt the slightest ounce of remorse. It's not like it's my fault. I shouldn't feel anything! She didn't realize how long she must have been standing there, contemplating her situation, because somebody behind her cleared their throat loudly and tapped their foot with utmost annoyance.

Ginny rounded on the intruder to her thoughts and was looking at none other than the very bane of her existence, Draco Malfoy.

"Are you going to get a move on, Weasel? Or stand there all day dreaming about Potter?"

The mention of her 'dreaming about Potter' made her want to break down and cry but she stood her ground. "Malfoy, why don't you take that stupid grin off your face and shove it where the sun don't shine." She offered a tiny, sarcastic smile and walked to the Gryffindor table, several seats away from anyone else. She looked up to see Malfoy glaring at her, but also slightly confused at her behavior and why she sat where she was. He shrugged it off, sneered at her, and walked to the Slytherin table to sit next to his best friend, Blaise Zabini.

"What was that all about, mate?" Blaise asked Draco, obviously concerning the little dispute between him and Ginny.

"What was what all about? She was standing there like an idiot and blocking my way. And quite frankly, I don't like people blocking my way."

Blaise chortled. "You had enough clearance to go in another direction, you know."

Draco gave him a death glare. "What are you? Defending her? Which house are you in, anyway? Nay, which house should you be in?"

"Well, I've always had a thing for Hufflepuffs, but deep down, Gryffindor is where my heart belongs," Blaise offered with a grin.

"You make me sick, Blaise. Completely sick, you know that?"

"I guessed as much," he replied, grinning even broader this time.

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After the Sorting and the Feast, Ginny slowly dragged herself up to the Gryffindor Tower. The only picture in her head was of the comfortable, four-poster bed waiting for her. She smiled slightly at the thought of being all warm and cozy, far off in her dreams, with no burdens or heartaches. She was just beginning to feel maybe a teensy bit happy, when the person she least wanted to see, besides Harry of course, came striding around the corner like he owned the blasted castle. Ginny let out a groan; she wasn't even going to try and avoid the inevitable.

"Hey Weasel, I should dock points for you not being in your common room," Draco Malfoy said with a smirk.

Ginny wanted to smack that smirk off of his face herself. But she wasn't in the mood to argue. "Malfoy, it's not even past curfew. So just, leave me alone. My life's tough enough as it is without you crawling around every damn corner."

"10 points from Gryffindor for your attitude. And speaking of Gryffindor, how's Scar-Head? You still in love with him? You still watch him everywhere he goes? You daydream about him every night and d--"

"ENOUGH! I am not in love with that bastard, now leave me the hell alone! I hate you, Malfoy!!" Ginny turned and ran away from him, crying even though she prayed that he didn't see her let her tears spill down her cheeks.

Draco, on the other hand, was a bit shell-shocked by her reaction. So Potty's a bastard to her now? Hmm, maybe people in Gryffindor do have some brains...

He stalked off without another thought on the subject.

Ginny choked out the password to the Fat Lady portrait, "shiny snitches." That was this year's password, and Ginny thought it was the lamest thing anyone with an excuse for a brain has ever come up with.

She ran into the common room and towards the stairs to her dorm when a hand reached out and grab her. She looked up to see Harry holding on to her, trying to figure out what's wrong, and he inquired her about it.

"I hate you, Harry. Let me go," Ginny hissed. He obliged with an almost pained look in his eyes. Good, she thought, now he knows what it feels like to be hurt the way I was. Maybe not so much, but at least he's hurting. Ginny quickly pushed away the morbid thought and flopped down onto her bed. Sleep was no where near her now. She was overwhelmed with depressed feelings. She walked to the bathroom.

She turned on the light, cursing it's brightness. She closed the door and just stared. She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to find an ounce of hope that she wasn't completely worthless. Nothing. She could find absolutely nothing desirable about her. She thought her hair was embarassing; her eyes an ugly color; her freckles were like a burden. She tried to smile at herself. Even her smile wasn't appealing. She laughed and listened to the sound--she thought it was like nails on a chalkboard. Ginny knew in the back of her mind she wasn't going to do anything irrational and do something stupid, something suicidal. No, she just knew that she had to fix her appearance her own way. Starting with her body.

She took off her shirt. She stared at herself in the mirror wearing only a bra. She pinched and poked at her abdomen. I'm so fat...no wonder Harry rejected me... A silent tear slipped down her cheek. That's it. I'm not going to eat anymore, not one thing. Guys don't like girls who stuff their faces.

Ginny was, in fact, being completely irrational. She had a flat stomach, maybe just the tiniest bit of baby fat. And it wasn't like it was unattractive; that thing seems almost cute to some guys. No guy wants a rail-thin anorexic girl. But Ginny's mind was made up. She was going to starve herself.

Ginny went to bed rather content, despite the fact that she would be destroying herself. She felt that she finally had a plan as to how she was going to survive this year. She hoped she could get a new love interest, one to keep her mind off of Harry. She had seen this cute seventh year sitting at the Ravenclaw table looking her way. She didn't know his name, but she knew only time would tell.

Ginny woke up bright and early, before anyone else in her dormitory. She showered, got dressed, and dried her hair with a spell before heading down to breakfast, even though she knew she wouldn't eat anything. Maybe a small piece of fruit wouldn't hurt... She sighed. We all have to make sacrifices, Ginevra. You know you won't regret this.

She walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat herself a few seats down from a few of the other early birds. She turned around casually and saw the Ravenclaw boy, smiling at her. She smiled back, actually feeling good about herself. She turned around after another few seconds of staring and glanced at all the food in front of her. She grabbed a pear and cut a very small slice off of it and nibbled on it contentedly. She downed it with a small glass of water and wiped her face with a napkin.

Ginny saw Professor McGonogall come around with the schedules. Ginny groaned when she looked at her schedule. She had double Potions first thing that morning. Then she noticed something very peculiar; it appeared that 6th and 7th year Potions had been combined into one class. Ginny thumped her head on the table. She had Potions with Slytherins first. "This is going to be the worst year of my life."

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A/N--not too great of a chapter, but i try. next one should be better, i'm hoping. it'll prolly be updated later today or tomorrow, depending on if i want to do my homework or not. oh well. please review :D