Ginny's morning did not kick off on a great start. She was woken by Melody who thought it might be funny to have Ginny wake up to a waterfall of well . . . water. Ginny was not pleased. Her bed was now drenched and she was feeling sticky from that "just woke up" sort of thing and now with the water she felt mighty disgusting., but she was currently to busy shooting daggers at Melody to pay attention to those details.

"I hate you." She put an emphasis on the 'hate' and on the 'you', hell she put emphasis on the whole phrase. "Melody you are a sick twisted person."

She picked at the bed clothes to peel it off herself, and headed towards the shower.

"You'll get over it!" yelled Melody.

After showering and getting dressed Ginny went down to the common room to find Melody.

"Hey you. See I told you, you'd get over it." Melody didn't notice the malicious smile Ginny had started to sport as soon as she found Melody.

"Yep." And with a flick of her wand, Melody was drenched from head to toe. "I'm over it."

Ginny skipped all the way to Charms. Ah, revenge is sweet.

The rest of the day went by quite smoothly. She only dropped her books once!

Well at least she wasn't in a muggle school where they had to teach you the simplest things like speaking and writing in your very own language. She once heard they made you write poetry. Postpostorous. She'd most certainly fail at that no doubt.

Ginny didn't exactly share the love all things muggle like her father. I mean she wasn't like Malfoy who loathed them, no. She actually felt a sting of pity for the poor souls. They had to fend for themselves and were completely oblivious to anything and everything around them. They only saw what they wanted to see, and they sure didn't want to see magic they shut their eyes real tight if ever they have an encounter with it.

She was glad she was born a witch, it made life tons easier, aside from the fact that the spontaneous magic and her went hand in hand. Ah, she could just remember the day she got her first wand as if it were . . .

"MS. WEASLEY!" Ginny jumped in her chair and looked up at Professor Sprout her face had the turned the color of a beet. It seemed the Professor had been trying to catch Ginny's attention for quite some time now, and had become aggravated. "Please Ms. Weasley, if you cannot stay awake during my class I suggest perhaps turning in to bed a bit earlier." Ginny blushed, she hated being called on. It made people . . . notice her.

Just as she was picking her quill back up to begin taking some notes, Melody passed her a neatly folded piece of parchment with the words "you're a witch, Ginevra Molly Weasley" Written in neat cursive on the front. Whatever could she want Ginny thought sarcastically. Ginny quickly glanced at Melody, the note, and then at Sprout to make sure she was too busy explaining to the class about self-fertilizing shrubs to notice her reading it.

Ginny mentally crossed her fingers as she went to open it; hopefully it wasn't some prank to re-get her. If it was she'd probably scream or cause some sort of commotion making Sprout warn her again and probably earn a beautiful hour of detention. She unfolded the note . . . nothing happened. "Thank goodness."

"What was that Ms. Weasley?" Oops. She did not mean for that to get out.

"Nothing, Professor. I was just thinking aloud is all. It won't happen again." Stupid Ginny, Stupid Ginny. Hopefully Sprout was too into her lesson to notice it was the second time she had to be called on something, and then cause her house to lose points.

"I hope not. It's disruptive; please do any further thing in your head."

"Yes, professor." She picked up Melody's note again. She thought it might've been something about the revenge she took out on her this morning in the common room.

This morning in the common room was not funny, Ginevra. Now, I said all I need to say about that on the front, on to business. I being the super cool, popular person that I am have gotten us invited to a Slytherin party on Friday . . .

She hadn't heard about any Slytherin party. Must be all the other parties at Hogwarts then, unless you're invited you won't have a clue about it.

Well anyways, you're going and that's final. If you need anything to wear I'll lend you something, but don't think you'll get out of it. Homework and sickness can be postponed.

Melody.

Ginny ripped out a piece of parchment from her notebook, being careful not to make too much noise, although she didn't think anyone would hear her with the cries of one of the kids in her class who had just cut herself while trying to cut the plant and was now going hysterical.

Believe it or not I'm actually in the mood for a party. Actually I'm in the mood for anything that will get me out of this funk. So I won't argue. Talk to you later.

Ginny.

She threw the note at Melody it hit her in the eye. She glared at Ginny, read the note, and gave her a thumbs-up. Ginny giggle she found that gesture oddly amusing. It was one of the reasons why she and Melody were best friends and why they loved each other so much.

After class Melody ran to catch up to Ginny who was already halfway up to the castle by now. "I thought I was going to have to drag you out of the common room by your ears and protect myself from the hexes you'd be throwing. What made you say yes?" Melody said this so fast, Ginny almost didn't catch it. That and the grip Melody had on her arm you'd think she was trying to get away.

"I don't know, I need to get out and forget and clear my head. Dmitry, all these assignments, etc. A Slytherin party sure sounds like something that would help. I think the last thing anyone does at those is sulk and reminding themselves how shitty their week has been going. They're too busy getting hammered." Ginny didn't realize she'd put much thought in it she guessed she must have done it subconsciously or something.

"Well trust me, you will have a good time and by the time you're out of there you won't even remember who the hell Dmitry is." Now she couldn't wait until Friday. I'd be the highlight of her week that's for sure. Hell getting hit by the knight bus at this point would be the highlight of her week, the way it's been going.

"I'm sure I will. Thanks for telling me about it." Ginny and Melody walked back to the common room. Ginny fell onto the couch.

"I'm so tired, Melody." She was already kind of tired leaving Herbology and the walk up the stairs just finished her off.

"Go to bed. You got to rest up for Friday." Ginny trudged up to the girl's dorm and put on her jimjams and fell to sleep in five minutes. She was woken by the pecking of an owl on her window.

This chapter's a bit longer and kind of lay low. Nothing really happens, but that's how stories are, building up until something does.

I've been waking up at odd hours of the night, because ideas have been coming to me and I've had to write it down. I wrote the first fourth of the story the day after I published the first chapter and I woke up yesterday at one and finished writing the rest.

I'll be working on the third chapter so put me on Author Alert and Read and Review!

P.S. I've changed my pen name to Guinevere Bella Black, so if you bookmark, change it to that. Guinevere is such a pretty name don'tcha think? Elizabeth is beautiful, but I have now attached myself to Guinevere now. :)