Title: The Glass Child
When I was a naive young first year, I stumbled across a diary that just happened to contain a fragment of the soul of Tom Riddle. When we first met, I thought he was the bee's knees. He claimed to be a sixth year and since I thought he was the embodiment of a cool guy, the kind of guy I wanted to date, I figured that my sixth year would absolutely rock.
That was until Dumbledore died. Until Snape took over. Until the man of my dreams dumped me because he didn't think I could handle myself. Until I figured out that maybe I didn't want my dream man after all.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. My story starts with my sixth year and the new girl.
I sat on the train, thumbing through Pride and Prejudice for perhaps the eighth time since I bought it at a used book sale back in June. I was to the part where Elizabeth gets verbally bitchslapped by Darcy's aunt and Elizabeth figures out she loves Darcy. My mind kept running back to my ex. Harry, in case you're wondering.
I knew I shouldn't have kissed him. It was stupid and it only confirmed that we weren't meant to be together, which I wasn't really ready to face. But I had kissed him, hoping somehow he would feel something or spark something in me. I was beginning to think maybe it had just been a fling.
I looked up from my Jane Austen as a blonde head poked in. I smiled at Luna.
"Hey, Luna, wanna join me?"
Luna smiled at me and slipped into the compartment. "Hi, Ginny!" She exhaled dreamily.
I don't really know what made me become friends with Luna in the first place. Maybe it was the way I could tell her anything and she would never judge me.
Who knew. All I knew was I could be myself around her.
"How are Bill and Fleur?" Luna asked, sitting down across from me and pulling out a copy of the Quibbler.
"Good. I'm sure they'll be expecting soon."
"Good that they aren't letting the war stop them. That's important in a family."
"How's Dean?" I asked. I had seen my friend with the Gryffindor at the wedding. He was smitten, though he didn't know it himself yet.
Luna smiled. "He's great. He promised if time allows he'll help me look for Kneevels soon."
I smiled back, glad to see my friend so happy.
"This seat taken?"
I looked up as Neville entered the cabin. I smiled at him. "Not at all, Nev. What's up?"
He took a seat, sighing with exaggerated aplomb. I couldn't help a smile. I liked Nev. He was a real sweety. I thought about maybe dating him this year. I decided against it. I liked Nev too much for that kind of stuff.
So I decided to be single this year. That was okay. Harry was off being a hero like the stupid idiot he was. I could be single. I could be pretty happy.
Okay, so I was lying to myself and I knew it. I wanted to believe it, but that didn't make it any less of a lie. I knew I was going to be single because, after that thing with Harry, no one was going to date me. Not to mention the war that was going on around us at all times. No, I would be single because I had no other choice. And I would accept it, and maybe be okay with it.
I thought all of that would be true. I wanted all of that to be true.
But the moment I saw him again, I knew none of it ever would be.
He's perfect. Arrogant, concieted, narcisstic, irritating and perfect. In case you can't tell, his name is Draco Malfoy.
Okay, every girl in school will deny this but it's true. Draco Malfoy is a freakin' sex god. He's devinely gorgeous and those who have seen him shirtless will tell you he is totally worth it.
I didn't start off my sixth year knowing what Draco Malfoy looked like without a shirt. That came later.
This is the story of my sixth year, keep that in mind. This is the story of what happens when you decide to care about a glass child.
Sixth year started with Ehnola Gray.
Nev, Luna and I laughed on our way into the Great Hall. I knew there would be precious little to laugh about as the year progressed, so we took as much as we could.
My laughter stopped as I saw the teacher's table. Snape was sitting there. I never personally had anything against Snape. He wasn't my favorite teacher (a title reserved for Hagrid) but he was okay at potions.
Slughorn was at the main table as well, though he did not look at all happy. I felt almost sorry for him, but forced myself to ignore that.
I noticed there were no new students. I really wasn't surprised. With the war official, even Snape couldn't argue that logic.
Snape stood up, talking, blathering on about how sorry he was that Dumbledore was gone. I zoned out, turning my attention instead to the tables. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff looked grim. Slytherin merely looked smug. Daphne Greengrass looked slightly depressed, but that could be due to any number of things. Personally I thought it was because Ron wasn't here.
My eye did catch on an unfamiliar face. She was pretty, with long blonde hair and soft looking bronze skin. I thought I knew everyone in the school. She looked new.
"Earth to Ginny!"
I blinked at Lavender. "Sorry, what's up?"
I looked down to see she was right. I grinned slightly shamefacedly at her. "Just out of it a bit."
Curiously enough, I didn't mind Lavender. Even after her thing with Ron, I still liked her enough to talk to her.
I ate in silence, trying to come up with a game plan for the year. Neville doubtless had many hijinks planned. I had seen him talking with the twins at the wedding. I only hoped I could keep him from getting himself killed.
I snapped my head up to stare at Padma and Parvati. I swallowed the mouthful of mashed potatoes, wondering how long they had been standing there.
"We were just... uh... wondering, you know..."
"Are you going to keep the DA running?" Colin asked from my other side.
I blinked again, feeling a bit like an owl. It had never even occured to me to bring back Harry's Army thing.
I opened my mouth to say no, then stopped myself. I didn't want to keep it going because it reminded me of Harry. But then I looked around the table. Just about every face was leaning towards me, including Neville. They really wanted to keep this going, I saw. It wasn't a half bad idea, but I had no clue why they wanted me to run this thing.
Okay, thinking about Fred and George, I had a safe bet. I made up my mind.
"I'll do it. But we have to keep this quiet. Quieter than last time." I fixed my gaze on Cho and Marrietta who were eavesdropping. Marrietta blushed but nodded.
(A/N: Well? Do you guys like it? I have the next two chapters written as well, so I can tell you now, it gets a hell of a lot better!