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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any shape form or fashion. This chapter and the ones to follow are my ideas only. The characters and settings, etc, etc, However are not.
Assumptions Seem to Make an Ass Out of Everybody
Never Assume
SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1September 1
I don't know where to begin, or what to write. I just pulled out
this book with its ripped out pages and felt like conversing with myself. Maybe
I should explain why the pages were ripped out. They were filled with nonsense.
Day after day spent writing trivial details about my life and how much I loved a
boy that I am now no longer with. I see no point in writing down the mundane
events of my day. Nor do I feel any urge to spill out my deepest darkest secrets
to a book that anyone can pick up and read. Not that my secrets are deep and dark.
In fact, it's a stretch to call them secrets at all. They are better defined as thoughts
that whirl around and around inside my head. I pride myself on my imagination,
but my fantasies are my own. I have no desires to share them. I find it much simpler
to write to myself because I can at least understand myself. Between me, myself,
and I my feelings cannot be taken out of context.
Ginny closed the cover of her diary and looked out the window to watch the sinking sunset. She couldn't explain why she had the sudden urge to write in the small book. Her parents had gotten her the muggle journal four years ago to help her overcome her fears of the Chamber of Secrets. There had been many times before when Ginny had written about her life, or her relationship with Harry, but she always ended up tearing the pages out and throwing them away. This time however, it felt different. Ginny was starting her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry; she would not allow old fears to control her. She had spent the whole summer working to become a stronger person, and an innocent diary would no longer hold any sway over her.
It actually felt pretty good to let her thoughts poor out into the book. It made her feel free. Ginny laid her head back, beginning some meditation exercises she had learned when the compartment door opened. She slit her eyes and peaked to see who it was. 'Malfoy?' Ginny's mind was reeling, 'What is he doing here?' Her hand slipped unnoticed into the pocket of her jeans and gripped her wand, ready for any kind of attack. However, Malfoy just stood there staring at her. He finally turned to leave slamming the door behind him. Ginny let out the breath she had been holding and relaxed back into her seat.
Hearing a faint knock on the door Ginny made her way across the small compartment and jerked the door open, startling Hermione. "Oh, Ginny," Hermione said catching her breath. "What was Malfoy doing in here? He didn't hurt you did he?"
Ginny sighed and raised a hand to massage her temples. 'Why do people constantly think I can't take care of myself?' "No," She answered Hermione. "He thought I was sleeping and he just kind of left."
"Oh," Hermione said, with an exasperated look. "They told us to make rounds and tell those who weren't already in their robes to change. It seems Malfoy didn't feel like informing you." Hermione was still a Hogwarts prefect and she took her job very seriously. "So get changed Gin Gin, we'll be arriving at Hogwarts soon," Hermione said as she left the room.
Reaching toward the luggage rack Ginny pulled down her back pack and removed her school robes. With a flick of her wand and a quick spell they were hanging from the window bar wrinkle free. Nodding in approval at her spell Ginny began to change. She had just removed her shirt and was in the process of unbuttoning her jeans when another knock came from the door. Assuming it was Hermione who had forgotten to tell her something she told them to come in. A good rule of thumb is to never assume.
The door slid open with a click and there stood Draco Malfoy, getting an eyeful as it were of a half naked Weasely. With a squeak Ginny waved her wand and the door closed before anyone else could see her. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" She screamed at Draco. "You knew I was in here. You knew it, I saw you before, and you know I would never have told you to come in if I had known it was you so why did you come in?"
Draco snapped out of his dumfounded stare. His face once again became devoid of emotion. "If you knew I was in here before," He finally spoke. "Then why didn't you speak to me?"
Ginny dropped her head in agitation, and remembering her half naked appearance grabbed a sweater out of her back pack. "How was I supposed to know if you were here to hex me or help me?" she said when she was once again fully clothed.
Draco took a menacing step forward, but Ginny held her ground. She refused to back down to this tyrant. "Virginia, have I ever done anything against you intentionally?" Ginny couldn't tear her eyes away from his stormy grey ones. "Now get dressed please, we will be arriving at Hogwarts soon." Draco turned and left the compartment his robes billowing behind him.
Ginny flopped down onto the nearest seat. Now that she thought about it, Malfoy never had attacked her individually. Sure, he attacked Harry and Ron constantly, whenever the opportunity presented itself, but he had never singled her out the way he did the rest of them. Ginny's mind burst with thoughts as she contemplated his words during the remainder of the train ride. 'This might be a more interesting year then I thought.'
Draco Malfoy sat in the Great Hall, waiting for the sorting ceremony to begin. He didn't feel like cheering the new Slytherins, or even booing the new Gryffindors. His appetite had even left him, as his thoughts turned once more to a certain red-headed Weasely.
Dumbledore finished his usual 'beginning of term' speech, and the plates in front of Draco began to fill with food. Crabbe and Goyle immediately started stuffing their faces, and watching them was turning Draco's stomach. He pushed himself away from the table and headed for the exit. Just as he was about to walk through the doors, some unknown force made him turn around and look at the Gryffindor table, and his gaze clashed with that of Gunny Weasely.
Once again Draco's heart began to pound and his stomach started to twist into knots. Jerking his head around he made his way out of the Great Hall. Draco refused to let his mind wander as he made his way towards the Slytherin common room. Once he was through the painting and in his private prefect bedroom however, his mind exploded.
'I thought I was over this for crying out loud. I haven't thought about the little rodent all summer and I'm back no less then one day and she's pulling my strings all over again,' Draco's mind was racing. Ever since his second year when the littlest Weasely had returned from the Chamber of Secrets unscathed he had been infatuated with her. She put up a brave front for her family and friends, but Draco knew what kind of scars dark magic like that could leave.
Draco began to get irritated at his continued thoughts of Ginny Weasely. Pacing back and forth across his room he tried to think of an activity to keeps thoughts of her at bay. He considered mixing potions, but he had more then an adequate supply already. Growing even more frustrated, Draco kicked his trunk.
The lid snapped open and Draco's customized snitch zipped out of its bow and zoomed around the room. A grin broke out across his face as he immobilized the little silver and gold ball with a spell. Quidditch! Why hadn't he thought of it before? Nothing relaxed him more then flying around the pitch. Grabbing his broom in one hand and holding the snitch in another he left the room.
Ginny slowly climbed the stairs to Gryffindor tower. She had seen Malfoy exit the Great Hall, and she was curious as to why. The words he had spoken to her on the train still confused Ginny. When she finally spotted the painting of the Fat Lady Ginny realized that she had forgotten to ask Ron or Hermione for the password. "This is just great," she grumbled to herself.
Propping herself up on a nearby window seal, Ginny gazed out at the stars. "Starlight, star bright, wont you bring me some peace tonight?" Ginny spoke out into the darkness. A flash of movement down below caught her attention. Gripping the edge Ginny leaned forward to get a closer look. 'Why is someone headed to the Quidditch Pitch at this time of night?' Ginny thought. Then the clouds that had been covering the moon lifted and its light reflected off of a head of silvery blond hair.
A/N: Ok its my first Harry Potter Fic, please be kind. Review please and tell me what you think!! Have a Lovely day!! WT!