A/N: thankyou all for the wonderful reviews. Any suggestions ideas to the story please let me know.

I hate Umbridge!

I know I'm not the only one, and I know that there is probably no one that likes her anyways.

But I hate her so much, so much that I actually wouldn't mind performing the curse on her.

Today, Luna and I were sitting in front of out Defence against the Dark Arts class, when Luna commented that the curse of stabbing one in the body was actually invented by Roxanne, who was a tattoo wizard.

Umbridge said. "Oh, no. My dear. The Scraffido curse is actually invented by Scraffido himself. It's on page 45 of your textbook, paragraph 2."

"But Professor, this curse was discovered by Scraffido. He didn't invent the—"

"Detention, Miss Lovegood."

"This is not fair." I said, "Students should be allowed to express their opinions freely."

To which Umbridge gave me a quill and said, "You will be copying chapter 7 entirely by hand, miss."

"What?" I asked sarcastically, "Is there any other way to copy it?"

The quill, later I realized, it the same quill that was used by Harry in his detention.

"Pull your desk up here." She said, "And sit in front of the whole class, and copy it."

I spend the rest of the class in shame, while blood dripped all over my parchment.

My capillaries are quite fragile. I don't have enough plasma in my blood cells, therefore once I start injure myself, it takes quite a while for it to heal.

I don't know how I ever walked out of that classroom alive. I lost so much blood that my entire face was pale white, and it contrasted quite hideously with my green-red hair.

I want to turn to someone and wail. I want to curl up in someone's arms and cry. Its times like this when I miss my parents. But then I reminded myself that they, too, are putting themselves in danger by being in the Order.

I went back to the Gryffindor common room, and couldn't find the urge to climb up stairs, my hand just stopped bleeding, and I feel faint.

So I sat in front of the fire place, Croakshanks curled in my arms, and I stroked him.

"Ginny?" I heard a voice call out to me.

I turned around, and saw Fred.

"Hi!" I said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"For god's sake! Ginny! What the heck happened to you!" George asked.

I said, "Umbridge."

They understood.

"This is unforgivable. It's only the beginning of the semester. How could she treat us this way?" Fred said, feeling madder than ever.

I frowned, "its fine. Really. I'm not that weak."

"Ginny, your lip won't stop quivering."

"Let us go get you some hot chocolate." George said.

They left, and to my dismay, Sean came in to the common room, and sat next to me.

"Ginny," he begin. "I'm really sorry if I caused embarrassment to you the other day."

To which I can only reply, "It's fine."

And then it's silence.

We both sat in front of the fireplace…

Inside, I'm screaming.

Is there anything more awkward than this!

I want to cry. I have never considered anyone else as a potential boyfriend other than…

And not to mention my hair, it's hideous!

"Look, Sean…"

"Ginny!" He said, cutting me off.

I stared dumbfoundedly at him.

"Look, you don't have to decide now." He said.

I didn't say anything.

"All I'm saying is that, I'm willing to wait for you."

Croakshanks woke up, and jumped off of my lap.

"I really, really, really like you." He said.

I looked at him, really looked at him for the first time in his life.

He isn't bad looking. He is not hideous. He has short brown hair, and a slightly large pair of ears. His eyes are blue. They are not clear, like Harry's. Rather a little muddy. But his lips are thin, and his nose is fine too.

"Please…" I begin.

He waited.

"Please give me a little time to consider it."

Sean acts like as if he heard the most amazing thing in his life.

"You didn't reject me." He said happily, "I guess that's enough for now."

I watched as he went upstairs, and I dragged my tired body to my own bed.

Hermione left me a small note by my desk

"DEAR GINNY: I hope your hair will slowly go back to its original color. I can't come back to dorm tonight; I have to stay in the library. I've already borrowed Harry's you-know-what. So I won't get kicked out of the library after hours. Please save some dinner for me. I will be back after midnight. PS: Sean asked me a million times where you were today. Please deal with him. PPS: feed Croakshanks! LOVE, HERMIONE"

As if by magic, Croakshanks appeared by my feet, mewing for his supper.

I smiled. It's nice to know that someone in this world loves you for who you are.

A/N: I will try to get at least another chapter done in the next couple of hours. thankyou for reading and reviews.