Drama Class

Drama Class

It was the beginning of Ginny Weasley's sixth year, and she was depressed. As she waited for the Hogwarts Express to arrive at Hogwarts, she gazed at her reflection on the window. 'Stupid Weasley genes, I knew I would have red hair and freckles, but why do I have to have my Mothers hazel eyes and WHY DO I HAVE TO BE FAT!?!' she muttered angrily to herself. 'I love Mum, but I really don't want to look like her.'

Ginny was devastated that she wasn't thin like Ron, Bill, and Percy. She figured that as fat as she was, no boy would ever look at her the way Ron looked at Hermione. Especially not Harry Potter who could have any witch he wanted. Harry... just the thought of him made her hurt inside. When Harry had moved in with Snuffles, his big black dog, Ginny had secluded herself in her room and spent most of her time reading or daydreaming. She stayed in there for two reasons. One was her newly rounded body (not curvaceous, she gloomed, just round). However, the other reason was much more painful, being that she knew that Ron Harry and Hermione would ignore her, Ron because she was just the little sister, Hermione because she would be too busy watching over the boys, and Harry, Harry because he never noticed her. Ever.

She thought back to her first year, how she knew deep down inside that Tom was evil, but she had blocked it out because Tom paid attention to her, and had said he loved her. All her life she had been excluded as too young or just a girl, but Tom didn't care about those things, and he said he loved her. He listened and at least he pretended to care... but no, she didn't have time to lose herself in the mixed emotions that surfaced when she thought of Tom.

She sighed and fingered her new robes lovingly. She was grateful to Fred and George for buying them with their large profits from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. She, like Ron hated being looked down on for being another poor Weasley, or in Malfoy's lexicon, a poor Weasel. 'Better than being a rich ferret with no... brains.' She thought with a giggle as she looked around her compartment at her two best friends, Neville Longbottom and Colin Creevey. It made her smile to think how badly they had corrupted her. She thought like a boy, spoke like a boy and acted like a boy. Not that Ron knew. Ginny was good at pretending to be innocent. Or anything else for that matter. She was just a good pretender.

Neville looked back at her, also smiling. He knew that Ginny thought herself to be fat, but he thought she just looked soft and warm and cuddly and... 'Oh boy, Ron would kill me if he knew!' Neville thought, grinning sheepishly.

The train finally pulled up to Hogwarts. "Firs' years over here, firs' years!" Hagrid boomed. "Hello Ginny, how's it goin'?"

"Great, but I'm going inside. I'm freezing!" Ginny called back loudly over the sound of the storm.

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Draco was glad to be back at Hogwarts. Ever since Aurors had killed his father the previous summer, he had wanted to escape his hell of a house. It's not like he ever really liked his father, it's just that he couldn't stand the sound of Narcissia's incessant weeping over the man. 'Evil bitch,' He thought bitterly. 'Why couldn't she die with him?' Narcissia was just as abusive as Lucius had been, she was just more subtle. Yes, that's were he got his subtlety. The subtlety that he used so no one would suspect anything amiss in his home life. Draco was very good at subtlety. Draco glanced around the dining hall and realized how much he hated routine. No one ever changed at Hogwarts, every one was always the same. Except... was that little Weasel? She looked different. Softer somehow.

'Ughhh! Was I just looking at Little Weasel and thinking she looked... SOFT?!?' Draco grimaced and turned back to the sorting. As the hat finished with "John Zellar.... Slytherin!"

He waited for Dumbleass' usual speech. Boy was he in for a shock.

"This year we have a special surprise for all sixth and seventh years! In lieu of quidditch, this year we will be performing a muggle activity called a play. Now, before you all show your excitement, let me finish." Dumbledore smiled at the horrified expressions in the crowd, and then continued. "This new activity will be headed by none other than Professor Snape. Oh, and this is a mandatory activity, please don't forget it. Now, enjoy the feast!"

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"Stage crew will be Bulstrode, Padma Patil, Crabbe, Goyle Longbottom, and Thomas will be painting sets. Now for our actors. I will list this in alphabetical order. Remember people, this isn't the actual cast, just people willing to play around like muggles." Snape glowered at the students. "Lavender Brown, Colin Creevey, Seamus Finnegan, Hermione Granger, Eugene Goble, Draco Malfoy, Aluthera McNair, Parvati Patil, Harry Potter, Jesse Schroeder, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, and Blaise Zabini. The rest of you will assist the stage crew. Dismissed!"

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"Wow, I really thought Snape was gonna blow in there! Too bad, it might have been fun." The HRH trio was still in shock that Malfoy was human without his Slytherin henchmen. The thought that the threesome had become a foursome still aggravated Ron to no end. Ever since the events of their fifth year, Draco Malfoy had been a spy for the side of good. He had been broken-hearted when the only Slytherin he actually liked, not to mention loved had been slaughtered by Lord Voldemort. Pansy Parkinson hadn't deserved to die. All she had done was refuse to lead the dark lord to Harry's house. The Dark Lord found it anyway, and massacred the Dursleys. Harry escaped on Draco's broomstick when Malfoy heroically flew to his rescue in memory of Pansy's sacrifice.