Second chapter, if that wasn't clearly stated already.

The whole "writing your own fanfic" thing takes a lot of work!

Thanks for all the reviews and means a lot to me!

DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Ginny, poor me.

J.K.R., LIKE A BOSS.

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Defence against the dark arts was, like Harry, my favourite and best class. I tried, I had fun, and I succeeded. Even with the curse of the switching teachers.I was excited because we were doing Baggarts again today. I missed my turn when Professor Lupin ended the class because of Harry's.. Dementor problems. It wasn't his fault, Dementor's scare the shit out of anyone. Those were my thoughts as I walked into the classroom and sat at my table beside Parvati and Lavender. Apparently, Lavender is crushing hard on Ron. I couldn't help that little flit of hope enter my heart, that maybe, just maybe she would steal him from Hermione. And I, Ginny Weasley, would be there to pick up the pieces of her broken heart, and hopefully find a solid place inside. I smiled at the thought of this while we formed a line in front of the tall wardrobe that shook dangerously. I wanted to prove I could do this, and I knew Hermione would be proud.

I could see her hair, today it was in perfect ringlets and had just enough wildness to make her look pretty and ambitious. She was standing before the wardrobe, wand before her. She was ready and I knew she would do so well. She always did. It was something that made her her, intelligence. It's something she knew she had, and I was glad for it, as she would never think she was pretty, beautiful even. Atleast to me.
I wondered what her boggart would turn into, maybe a test paper marked F-. I'm sure she would cry if it did, she was so brave, but God forbid is she ever failed a test. I feel sorry for the professor who would have to face her wrath.

The wardrobe opened.
It shifted, the sight of Ron bleeding and sobbing took its place and another crack marked the insides of my heart as she spoke with unwavering confidence,

"Riddikulus!"

My ribs ached, but no tears assaulted my eyes. I stopped crying long ago, my tears ended a year after I was released from the Chamber of Secrets. It seemed sobbing from night terrors ran me dry, that and being alone. No point in pitying yourself if there's no one to rub your back and tell you it's all going to be alright. Raising my wand, I gripped it tightly, waiting for the giant jerking box to be opened.
What was I afraid of?

Voldemort? Yes.

The death of a family member? Definitely.

But was it enough?

With a click I awaited in silence through the moment it took for the boggart to read me. I felt my chest constrict and my throat lump, dizziness spreading through me.
Hermione walked from the wardrobe, she was glaring at me. Loathing me. Her gaze poisoned my blood, it burned and tears prickled at my eyes. A moment passed as her eyes crush my will and hope completely.

I guess this deserved waterworks. "No.."

"Riddi.. Riddikulus!" I forced the word passed my swollen throat and swallowed thickly as the horror before me turned into a golden snitch with giant red lips, making kissy faces at the class. No one was laughing.

I didn't want to look around, I could feel their stares. Their silence. I heard her shocked voice,

"Gin-" I didn't look at her, I just ran. I ran into the school yard and hid somewhere by Hagrid's humble hut, my breath came in harsh gasps and tears burned down my cheeks and in my eyes. Truth was, I was just as shocked as they were. Shocked that my heart would be betray me like that. I thought I would live the rest of my life with this secret on my chest.

I would have faced a hundred Voldemort's to have never seen her face look at me like that. It burned in my brain and I hugged my knees to my chest, my breaths forcing themselves from me. I don't want to cry.

That rejection.. That hate.

Hermione.. I 'm sorry.

How could I face her, face anyone? They're probably confused.. They probably won't fully understand..

Just a dirty look.

Just my desperate escape.

Negative emotion surging through me, I slammed my fists hard onto the ground. No one knew how angry I was all the time.
No one knew that my body was a vessel for rage, hate and lonliness. It's always, Ginny's so calm, she's so nice, confident, pretty, fun, cool, laid back.

I don't know that Ginny.

I wish I did, maybe Hermione would like her better.
Because she's friends with that Ginny, she knows that Ginny. I could bever truly be myself around her, never bring out the real me.
because being myself would be a very ugly thing.

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I spent the rest of the day in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey treated me with a sleep draught potion and I slept the day away dreamlessly, nightmare free.
They ate without me. Hermione went to bed without us exchanging, "Good night's" and "Sweet dream's".
But I didn't know.
I just slept on, and God did I need it.

Someone else needed a sleep draught that night, as she stared at the ceiling, thinking and wondering to herself what happened, and where was she, where did she run to and why? Why? What happened? What's going to happen? We need to talk. I need to talk to her. Where is she?

But I didn't know.

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Oh yes, I know it's shorter than the other chapter.
BUTWHATEVER.

thanks everyone!