"I'm Just Me": A Ginny Weasley FanFic Book 1

Chapter 37

Last chapter was too much of a filler, but this won't be. I'm kind of dwelling too much in one spot, so I'll try to change it up. On a brighter note though, we have 185 votes! I can't believe it! I'm so happy you guys, thank you so muchhhh!:)

Two months later... (Early March)

Ginny's POV
It's official. Umbridge is taking over everyone's lives. Her stupid decrees, banning everything. Whoever let her into the ministry, needs a brain check. Maybe I can ask Hermione if she knows anyone who could help with that.

We've had a couple of D.A meetings. I now know how to do a Stunning spell, a Reductor Curse and the jelly leg spell.

Though, the Reductor is my favorite. Especially since what happened after I cast my first one.

"REDUCTO!"
BOOM!

Harry really looked proud of me. Michael did too. Michael and I have been on a couple dates as well, but they didn't have any, magic in them. I just felt like I was going out with a friend.

Never mind all that, Rose and Cora are both acting so weird. Rose will run to a bathroom, and Cora will scream at somebody.

There is something going on with both of them, but they aren't the only one with secrets.

I looked underneath my pillow and saw my diary. Usually, it's full of happiness, but take a look at the last ten or so pages, you'll rethink that.

I hate everyone. I hate Umbridge, I hate Malfoy and Snape. Hell, I'm even starting to hate Harry. And Michael. I wish Cora and Rose felt confident enough to talk to me about their struggles. But apparently, I'm not enough...

I sound like a depressed teenager in one of those cliche books Hermione always tells me about. But in a way, most of those feelings were true. I won't resort to knives as most people would. Some, anyway. Actually, I was scared that one of my friends would. But I was there for a reason.

As the days wore on, I became more unhappy, then when I started them. I may not look forward to classes and work and stuff, but I have to admit, it was nice to learn more about the Wizarding world, knowing that all of this hard work would benefit me one day and be totally worth it.

So I focused on the greater parts of life. Harry broke up with Cho once, but got back together with her (they aren't official, really) after Harry got an interview with Rita Skeeter of all people, to tell the truth about what happened to him last June. It got published in the Quibbler, the newspaper Luna Lovegood's father is the editor of. Cho fell for him again, and the two have been "together" ever since.

That's not really a good part of life, per se, but I was glad more people believed Harry now.

Michael and I, well you could say it's almost as if we never got together. We always go to Hogsmeade together, and the D.A meeting,but other than that, nothing.
Honestly, I'm not affected as much as he is. Or as much as I should be.

Lately he's complaining that Gryffindor keeps beating Ravenclaw in Quidditch. And because yours truly happens to be the new seeker, well you know. He thinks I want to humiliate him, by letting Ravenclaw lose, with an embarrassing score. As if I don't have enough to worry about. Go ahead and pile that on top of me. I sure don't mind. (Do you see the sarcasm dripping over my words like maple syrup?)

Today will be different. I'm deciding that. I won't be depressed, or an eyesore to look at. I looked at my reflection in the mirror half an hour ago, and let me say, I have looked better. My red hair is thrown into a messy bun every morning, I usually wear a gray or black sweatshirt when I'm not wearing my uniform. And my skin is getting dry.