Slytherin Pride

I'm Nothing Special

Ginny's POV

Finally Harry stopped trying to protest. He just looked at the ground. The muttered a "See you around then." And walked out of the common room. I was blushing. Why did I all of a sudden breakup with Harry? He didn't do anything wrong. Not yet anyways. I shrugged.

I know what I was doing was stupid. But I couldn't help trying to look nice. I was searching for something to wear. I was pulling stuff out of my chest trying to find a shirt. Thank Merlin Hermione appeared out of the bathroom. "What are you doing?" I looked at her then at my clothes covered bed. "I need something to wear. Nothing to big but a shirt that enhances my breasts would be good. And something tight on my legs. But I'm playing Quidditch. So nothing too...tight?" I said it really fast. I was actually freaking out about what to wear. Hermione laughed. "Calm down. Here. I know you're going out. But...you seem to be a bit sick lately, so...you might want to pass." I looked at the shirt she passed me. It was a plain house shirt, but it was perfect. "Look, Mione. I'm not going to pass this up. I want to go out." Mione rolled her eyes. "Who are you going with anyway?" I looked at the floor. "Uh...Dr-arry?" She looked annoyed. "Are you going with Draco?" I couldn't let her know. "No! Of course not. Harry just wanted a friendly game. You know, to make sure we were still even friends." I actually thought that sounded pretty good but Hermione didn't buy it. "Ok...whatever." Then she stepped out so I could get dressed. I pulled off my shirt. And then I took of my bra. I always did this. I hated when I was sweaty and my clothes stuck to me. The I got a clean bra and put it on slowly. I watched myself through the mirror. I'd never considered myself good looking. Much less good looking without clothes on. I was too pale. And my breasts weren't really big. And my stomach wasn't toned. But...somehow. I was praying to God. That Draco would still like me. Would kiss me again. I hoped he wouldn't focus on my body. Sometimes even Harry did. I put a black tank top on first. Then the Hogwarts shirt. Magonagall had them specially made. The I picked a pair of skinny jeans. I pulled on my red converse. I didn't look like anything special. I hoped that's what Draco liked. Hermione came back in. "You really shouldn't go." I just shrugged. And walked out.

Mione's POV

Great. I better follow. I don't know who's she's meeting, but I know it's not Harry. Who is it? I mean I know we just forgave each other but...she should trust me more... "Gin. You really make me wanna punch the shit out of you sometimes." I muttered unhappily as I slipped between shadows trying to catch up.
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