Unnoticed

"Ginny, turn the light out all ready! I'm tired...I want to sleep..." The whiny voices of my roommates annoy me more then they know.

"I will!" I yell back at them in a voice nicer then I feel like using. I blow out the candle next to me. "Maybe now they'll leave me alone," I mutter to myself.

Pardon me for not introducing myself. I am Ginevra Weasley, but everyone calls me Ginny. I am a 4^th year here at Hogwarts. My annoying roommates' names are Cassie, Vania, Demelza, Isolde, and Asenette. They consider us to all be friends, but I know better. I know when I leave they talk of how odd I am; how much stranger I am this year then ever.

I don't suppose I've ever had any real friends. Not like this has ever bothered me. I've seen how friends treat each other; always making promises they can't keep or have no intention of keeping. Life is easier when you don't have anyone around the disappoint you.

But I have made a mistake.

Somehow, I have allowed someone to get past me. I have allowed myself to love someone. And know that I know I love him, I am afraid I can never stop.

You see, there is a distinct problem with my always being friendless. Though it has failed but once, now that it has, I am afraid it won't work again. Now that I know what love feels like, I cannot make myself let go. Despite knowing he does not know of my existence, despite the sinking feeling in my stomach everytime he passes, I love him. Despite knowing what my family would say if they ever found out, I want him to love me too.

I am not entirely sure you will know of whom I am speaking. You see, my family, though pureblood, has at long since been at war with another entirely different family of pureblood wizards--the Malfoys. It is my sincere misfortune that is their son that I so deeply love.

And it is, after all, my misfortune. That is why no one must ever know of my true feelings. If anyone was to learn of how I felt, I am sure to suffer most dire consequences. And not just from my family, oh no, from my house and everyone that I know. I am sure to be an outcast even more then I am now.

I do not suppose knowing outright that everyone hates me would make my dreary existence any more bearable. At least now people take care to not let me hear their thoughts, though I know what they say. I do not believe I could stand knowing and hearing how horrible I am.

But it is what I fear most.

I fear be all alone and more then anything, I fear the dark. Not the dark of the night, but the dark that surround surrounds you when you are completely alone, forgotten, hated. The kind of dark I have not yet had to step into. The kind of dark that may well come next.

I don't suppose you find me normal, now do you? I suppose you find me as odd as everyone else does. But you know my secret and yet you are still here. Perhaps you are different from the rest. Perhaps you will let me tell you my story.

My story, I hope is different from the rest. Mine, I hope, is one of great joy and sadness. Heroism and amazing valor. A story of a life bold and courageous. But in the end, you will find what most people do. You will find a story of a girl who once loved a boy.