Isolation is Stupid

We were always taught to share our feelings. Never keep it all bottled up inside us. But I was the different one. I couldn't tell them all everything, and although I was talkative, I never spoke my true feelings. I learned to hide the way I felt, and I was perfectly fine with it. But when you keep something inside for too long, it becomes an irritation; it aggravates your very being. And that's how I felt.

I was the only girl. I was the misunderstood. You could say I was the unspoken Weasley.

Then one day, everything changed. I found someone to confide in. But that someone wasn't a living breathing human, nor a warm caring pet, but a cold-hearted, selfish memory. I poured out my heart to this evil being, and I was stabbed in the back. Yet I was saved as usual, by the hero of the modern world. Who said I wanted to be saved?

For the next few years, I kept everything inside, how I felt, what I thought, everything. I lived my false little life, with my false little smile, my false little words, and everybody was happy. Everybody, except me.

My brothers grew to be successful. Ron made the Quidditch team. Hermione became head girl, and Harry, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I did become a prefect, but that was never what I wanted. I felt as though I was following in the footsteps of my brothers. But I was different. Nobody cared when I got in trouble, it was just a simple little mistake, poor Ginny never meant any harm...

Nobody, except for one. The one who had no right to notice. The one who should never have cared. The enemy.

I sent my usual false little letter home to my mother, and I had no clue there was somebody else in the owlery, until I heard the nasty drawl.

"What are you doing Weasley?"

"What does it look like?" I asked.

"Just get out... Your infecting my air..."

"Are you crying Malfoy?"

"Malfoys don't cry."

It was true. They didn't. And he wasn't.

"Well," I said, "I have every right to be here, and I will not leave on your orders."

He shrugged. That was odd. Not just the fact that he didn't insult my family, or my red hair, just the whole conversation. It didn't make sense... But nothing ever does.

That was the day that changed it all. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I told him how I felt. It's just one of those strange things in life that doesn't make any sense at all. And he told me how he really felt. Why he hated Potter, why he hated mudbloods. What life was like for him, living in the shadow of his father, how he wasn't sure about anything anymore. He was just as confused as I. He was my first real friend.

That year was a very odd year. Suddenly, people began to see the real me. And suddenly, everything changed. Whether it was more difficult, or easy, I'm not certain. But one thing is for certain. It was better.

Then I learned to isolate myself was wrong. Then I learned that love is a strange thing. Then I learned who I really was, and who my friends really were. It was then, that I figured this all out. It was then that I decided to forget about Harry, and let him fall for Cho, the way I fell for Draco. That's when life became perfect.