Story of Your Heart (3/?)
By: Rosandra May

"What should we do?" she heard a muffled voice say.

"I dunno. We can't just leave her here," another voice, more feminine, replied.

Who were they talking about? She felt the smooth material of a couch, and her head was resting on someone's lap... Her eyes quickly opened and jumped up into a seating position. She glanced around the room nervously, unsure as to where she was.

As if reading her thoughts, the person she had just used as a pillow spoke up, "You're in the Ravenclaw common room. You fainted just a few minutes ago."

She faced the voice, which was the cute drummer from before, and blushed, "I guess I better get going now."

She stood up, only to be dragged back down again. "Stay awhile. If you're going to be the new singer, we should at least know the basics about each other."

"Basics? Like what?" she asked confusedly.

"What he means," said the brown haired girl with the very short skirt, "Is that we should tell each other our names, year, house... That sort of thing."

Ginny fidgeted with the ring on her right hand and bit her lower lip, "Well, my name is Virginia Weasley, but everyone calls me Ginny. I'm a 4th Year and in the Gryffindor house..."

"My turn! I'm Sammy and I'm obviously in Ravenclaw. I'm a 5th Year, and I'll be the one who backs you up." Sammy said enthusiastically.

"Adrian, 6th Year, Ravenclaw, drummer." he said, bored.

"You already seem to know Draco. He was going to be the lead singer, but he only wants to be backup. He also plays the guitar and is the emcee," giggled Sammy.

Ginny soaked in the facts that she just learned. They both assumed she actually wanted to be in their group.

"But you do know that I can't be in your band, right?"

"Why?" Sammy asked with absolute horror on her face.

"Can't or won't?" Adrian folded his arms and looked at her questioningly.

Ginny began to feel light headed and dizzy. Blackness began to seep onto the outer corners of her eyes. Anxiousness filled her mind, her hands beginning to sweat profusely. She needed to get out of here, and fast. He only asked her a simple question, so why was she panicking over it? Oh how she hated confrontations.

Sammy and Adrian looked at her worriedly, all thoughts of the band now gone.

"You don't look well Ginny." Adrian said as he felt her forehead. "You seem to have a normal temperature."

Sammy walked briskly over to the small Ravenclaw bookcase and grabbed a heavy book. "Describe how you feel Ginny," she ordered as she shifted through the pages.

She didn't get a chance to answer though, since she fainted once again.

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She blinked her eyes several times as she adjusted to the bright light. She was lying on a bed instead of the couch, with her back supported by large mounds of pillows. Adrian and Sammy were there, as well as Draco and two others.

"This is starting to get old," the girl with too much eye shadow said jokingly, "I'm Victoria by the way, but I prefer to go by Tory. Oh yeah, he's Johnny." she said and pointed to the brown haired boy.

Johnny nodded his head and brushed away his long brown strands from his deep brown eyes. "We're both in Hufflepuff and we have double Transfiguration with you."

Ginny nodded her head dumbly and said nothing. She was in no mood to speak.

"Adrian says you don't want to join the band. Is this true?" Draco arched an eyebrow in her direction.

She nodded.

"Is something wrong with your voice?" he asked, his patience running low.

She shook her head in reply.

"Please join Ginny!" Adrian said, putting on his sad puppy dog face.

Ginny seemed to hesitate, but finally spoke, "I guess so..."

Everyone smiled once they heard this.

"Does this happen often Ginny?" Tory asked, "Because if it does, it won't make positive media for the band. Maybe you shouldn't be in it."

"Why? Just because she faints once or twice, you already want to kick her out? Just give her a chance." Sammy interjected.

"But we want to be successful. Ginny could be our downfall." Johnny argued.

Draco frowned at all of them, "Enough of this nonsense. Ginny will get better from whatever is ailing her, and then we do our first big gig."

"Which is?" Sammy asked curiously.

Adrian answered for her, "Draco managed to have the whole school arrange a masquerade ball before all the students go home for the holidays. We'll be performing of course."

"Brilliant Draco! I could just kiss you right now!" grinned Tory as she kissed Draco's pale cheek.

Johnny coughed as he put his arm around Tory's waist possessively.

"Don't show public signs of affection. It might be a negative thing for all the fans if they know we're taken." Sammy scolded good-naturedly. Adrian held her hand tightly and smiled.

"Maybe we should all leave and give Ginny some peace. I'm pretty sure she's tired from all of our questions." Draco suggested as stood up from the plastic chair and made his way towards the door. "Feel better Ginny. We need to start practicing soon."

The rest of them said their farewells and left as well. She was left to ponder the day's events. That was until Madame Pomfrey came back with a tray full of food.

"It seems you haven't been eating and sleeping that much lately. Eat everything up and get a good night's rest. I'll check up on you in the morning." Madame Pomfrey handed over the tray full of leftovers from dinner.

Ginny picked up a piece of fried chicken and chewed thoughtfully. So she was in a band, and it didn't seem too bad. She calmed down her raging nerves and let loose. There was no reason to be scared. She might have to sing in front of the whole school, but it might actually be fun. If only she could sing as beautifully as Draco. Then she wouldn't have to feel so intimidated. Draco was much better than her when it came to singing, and it was that tiny fact that she didn't want to join. Actually, Draco was better than her in all aspects. He's one of the smartest students in his year, he's a prefect, and he's rich, handsome...

Adrian wasn't that bad either. He seemed a bit dull though but she was the queen of dull. Except for today, she was just a nervous wreck. If Adrian didn't have a girlfriend (she noticed how he looked at Sammy), she would quickly go out with him. But would he want her? Would anyone want her to be their girlfriend?

And shouldn't all lead singers be pretty and glamorous? She was just a boring girl with hair that's too red and way too many freckles on her face. Tory and Sammy were both beautiful in there own way and she was just plain.

Madame Pomfrey walked back in and tsked at her patient, "No wonder you've been fainting. More eating, less daydreaming. Is that understood?"

Ginny nodded her head as she jammed a mouthful of buttered peas in her mouth.

"That's a girl! You'll just stay for the night and go back to classes in the morning. Night Miss Weasley."

Ginny nodded her head as she stuffed more peas into her mouth. Her stomach groaned from the lack of food, so she had no choice but to obey her hunger.

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Everything seemed to go by normally for the rest of the week. Whenever she passed by one of the band members, they would say 'hello' and be off with their own agenda. She saw Draco once though, and all he did was smirk at her in a funny way. She had a bad feeling that they were all up to something. Why else had they not told her yet of when and where was and practice? If she remembered correctly, they wanted to start practice as a full band right away...

Ginny sat amidst the Gryffindors in the common room. There was no classes that day, and had nothing to do but to read a very long book. She loved long books, especially romance, so it would keep her usually astray mind focused on something.

Harry Potter, with an unusual look on his face, entered the common room and examined each and every person. His green eyes finally landed on her, and walked briskly towards her. He looked a bit peeved, and maybe confused about something as well.

"Ginny, I need to talk to you privately for a sec." he said as he closed Ginny's book and yanked her up into a standing position.

Ginny stayed silent and waited for Harry to speak, "A suspicious group just asked me to get you for them," he began. My eyes widened. I was about to go meet them until Harry touched my shoulder. He took a deep breath and began to speak once again, "They don't seem to be conventional, if you know what I mean. But that doesn't really bother me. It seems Draco Malfoy is part of this little get-together."

She sighed. She just knew her brother's friends would object to the band once they found out Draco Malfoy was in it.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" he asked cautiously.

Would she? She wasn't about to explain what she did in her life to him. "I got to go Harry." She said and avoided his angry glare. She walked out of the portrait and was greeted with the smiling faces of the band members.

"Guess what we're all doing today?" Tory said excitedly.

Sammy answered for her, "We're having a make over! It's going to be so much fun. And we also get to choose your style. That plain good girl image has got to go."

"And I'll pay for everything Weasley, so don't worry about money." Draco said nonchalantly.

With a makeover, she might be able to become beautiful. Or maybe she was beyond helping and would always be ugly. But she was a girl, after all, and it sounded great.

"When do we go?" she asked and grinned.

"Now!" Sammy laughed as she hooked arms with her. Tory did the same with her other arm.

I looked at them bewildered, "Now? Are we going to one of your common rooms or something?"

"You think we're doing each other's makeup? I don't think so! We're going down to Hogsmeade and meeting a professional," said Tory.

With that said, the group sneaked out of the school and walked towards the small town of Hogsmeade. The boys were fooling around, while the girls talked excitedly on what to expect.

Soon enough, the reached a red brick house. Ginny looked at the house dubiously. Weren't they supposed to go to a salon or something of that sort?

Sammy recognized her confused face and giggled, "The makeup artist is privately run. Only the stars and the very rich are her clients. Since we're gonna be stars, we got an appointment."

"As well as the fact that we got several rich snobs in our group." whispered Tory jokingly.

Sammy laughed, "I wonder who that could be. Tory." she coughed out the girl's name and run inside the house without knocking.

"I am not a snob Tory! You come back here!"

The boys looked at the two of them in exasperation.

"Thank god you're not like those two. They're already enough trouble to handle," said Johnny.

"You never know... They say if you hang out with a certain person for a long time, you copy their habits and personality." I replied.

"It'll be funny," Draco said solemnly with his bright gray eyes," If Adrian starts acting like the girls. I can just see it now."

Adrian punched Draco in the shoulder, "Shut up man. Let's just get this thing over with."

Everyone entered the small house and was greeted with Sammy, Tory, and several adults.

"Shall we begin?" asked a smiling woman as she took hold of Tory.

Several others began to pick their 'subjects' for the makeover.

A short woman wearing mismatched muggle cloths approached her and grinned, "So you're the lead singer. We have to make you fab of course. Oh yes, I'm Dawn, and I own this place."

The two of them walked down the hallway until they entered a decent sized room with a huge mirror, a table, a chair, several various accessories, and tons of cloths! The styles were the entire trend setting type, with robes and muggle garb.

Ginny sat of the leather chair and was faced with her reflection. She was a pale girl with thick red curls. Her dull brown eyes looked back at her with nervousness and excitement.

"Lemme see," Dawn said as she touched Ginny's wild mane. "I know! I'm gonna straighten your hair."

Pulling out a wand, she began to enchant her hair. Each curly strand became perfectly straight until there was no sign of any curls or frizz. Dawn scrutinized the figure before her and smiled once again. She made crazy motions through the air and as she did this, a piece of red locks fell to the floor.

Ginny's jaw dropped once she saw it. Her once very long hair was now several inches below her shoulders, still very straight and choppy at the end. It was pretty, but it just wasn't her style...

"Now we curl it!" Dawn said as she swirled her wand. The bottom edges of Ginny's hair began to slowly curl, leaving the rest straightened.

"Don't you look wonderful? Time for makeup!"

"Wait!" Ginny said, biting her lower lip, "Don't you think this is a little drastic?" she asked, pointing to her new hair due. "I mean, what will people think when the see me? It'll be so embarrassing..."

"You aren't very daring, are you Ginny?" Dawn said as she rummaged through a huge makeup kit.

Ginny shrugged, "I guess not. People usually don't notice me and they'll be shocked when they see the change."

Dawn ignored her last statement as she showed an object full of different colors. "Your so pale, but it goes with the hair. That's why we'll go with this ivory colored foundation. It also seems that green would be your best color. Oh, and a shimmering light pink gloss would do it."

Dawn gathered all the materials she would need and pulled out a liquid bottle full of skin colored glob. Using a sponge, she then applied liberal amounts onto her pale skin, hiding away any imperfections. It was then that she painted her face with greens, golds, and pinks. After what seemed like forever, Dawn stepped back and marveled at her work.

Ginny did the same and gasped. That was her? She was beautiful! She reached out to touch the flawless image of herself but met glass. Just as she was about to stroke her pretty face, Dawn moved her hand.

"Don't touch it! I haven't put the ever-lasting charm yet!" she warned.

"You mean I'll stay like this forever?" Ginny said in wonder as she kept on looking at herself.

"Don't be a Narcissus. That only means that it stays perfect for whenever you want to look like this again. It's sorta like a template. All you do is say the charm to get this perfect image of you again. Get the gist of it?"

Ginny nodded her head; although she had no clue what Dawn had just told her. Something about templates or what not. But what exactly did that have to do with her makeup?

"Come on Ginny. We aren't done yet." Dawn said after say said some sort of unknown charm, "We still got to dress you up like the rock singer that you are!"

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