First off: I don't own mostly any of it.

Full summary: Ginny was always what everyone expected of her, she acted the way she was told to act, dressed the way she was told to dress, got the grades she was told to get. Yet when she is in all advanced classes, skipping 6th year altogether and finally stops listening to everyone around her, Ginny becomes someone no one expected, especially Draco Malfoy.

Freedom: The First Condition of Action

There was nothing special or especially interesting about Genevieve Marie Weasley. She acted like most 16 year old girls. Except that she wore no make-up, dated no boys, relayed no gossip, got into no "girl fights" and always got the best of grades. Wait. Ginny was a normal 16 year old? She also always did as she was told.

"Ginny! Get down here right now!" yelled her mother causing Ginny to bound down the stairs. "What is this I hear about you not doing so well in school? Ginny, if you don't do well in school you're never going to get anywhere in life!"

"Mom, I'm only a first year, it's barely Christmas holidays, I've got a few assignments, but it's just that I…"

"It's just nothing. You're brother tells me that you've been hanging around that Dean fellow instead of doing your work. Now, if you want to be an Auror then you're going to have to work hard. Get the best grades. Excel, Ginny, you must excel."

"But I want to be a veterinarian; and Dean was trying to explain some transfiguration essay to me, and,"

"And nothing. You are to pay attention in class and do your homework every night. To be an Auror, Ginny, you need to be an excellent student. You can't go around getting 'help' like a scarlet woman from all the boys of Hogwarts."

"But I want to be a veterinarian mom, not an-"

"Nonsense. You've wanted to be an Auror ever since Mundangus came over when you were four."

"I don't even remember-"

"Genevieve! Now you listen, and you listen well. If you are to be an Auror, you are to get excellent grades. You must excel in your classes. Do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Now go upstairs and get all of those assignments done before dinner."

"But I was going to-"

"You are going to go do your school assignments like a good little girl. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Now go do your work."

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Ginny woke with a start. The dream had seemed so real, like it had been just yesterday instead of five years ago.

It was the day before Ginny would leave for what would be her seventh year, instead of sixth. Her parents had been so proud, surely being advanced a year would be good for Ginny's dream of being an Auror. Though with Harry having defeated Voldermort the year before, Auror's weren't exactly high on people's list of things to become, and the Ministry almost never turned down a prospect anymore. It had become more about the willing rather than the capable.

Ginny heard a knock on her door, and quickly filed away her 'disobedient' thoughts. "Come in." It was Hermione.

Looking around Ginny's room, Hermione quickly noticed that Ginny had yet to pack. "You know Ginny; I was completely ready to go to the train station a week ago; living completely out of my trunk. That's just my tradition though." Hermione locked eyes with Ginny. "I guess not all of us can be so easily ready, can we?"

Ginny let her eyes tear away from Hermione's and sweep around her room. "I guess not. I figured it wouldn't take very long packing though…"

"Well, you never want to forget anything, I guess. It's always good to make sure you have all of your supplies just where you need them."

Ginny hung her head. "Yeah, you're right Hermione, I should have packed already. I'll do it right after my shower I guess."

"And just get all sweaty while trying to find something? That's not something I would do. Of course it's not that what I do should be any better than what you do."

"No, no, you're right, as usual. I'll pack first. I'll want to get it done as soon as possible anyway."

"That's what I thought. Besides, Harry, Ron, and the boys are all playing Quidditch and you know how long of showers you can take. It wouldn't be very fair to leave them with only cold water."

Ginny was used to being the last in line for showers; they were usually five minutes and extremely cold so that when Ginny did manage to take a warm shower her body was so in shock from the hot spray that she would stay in long enough to shampoo-forget condition- her hair, and be out again in less than about three minutes.

Ginny inwardly sighed. "Just another day before showers are nothing to be bad about." At school she could take as long as she wanted which still wasn't very long, but was at least warm and without anyone trying to shower first. "It would be selfish of me, wouldn't it. I guess I'll just start packing now. I can wait for a shower. Maybe the boys would be willing to let me play a game or two."

"Ugh, Quidditch is such a boys sport. Why don't you work on that crochet sweater you promised Harry? I'm sure he would appreciate it, and I know how much you like him."

"I haven't fancied Harry since-"

"Oh, Ginny, come now, we're friends aren't we? I know how it is between you and him."

Ginny quickly formed a major crush for Hermione's benefit. "Well, you know. It's just the way he acts, and he is awfully cute…" Ginny supplied this while mentally rolling her eyes.

"See. Anyways, I must be off. I promised I'd keep score for the boys. Bye…"

After Hermione closed the door, Ginny got off her bed and quickly dressed in a simple pair of shorts and a tank top. About twenty minutes later she was almost done with her task. Packing, like she had thought, wasn't taking long. Slowly, Ginny began to take everything out of her trunk and place it on her bed, checking and rechecking her supply list along with her I-must-bring list to make sure that she wasn't forgetting anything.

All in all it took her a very boring three hours to be fully packed to leave the next morning, because of how many times she packed, unpacked, and packed again. Walking down stairs for lunch, Ginny saw Hermione fly past the window.

"Hey Fred." Ginny started as he'd been sitting at the table cradling his left arm.

"Yeah?"

"Why's Hermione playing Quidditch? I thought she said it was a boys sport."

"Naw, Hermione said that she would love to fill in for me since I hurt my arm."

"Maybe they have room for me to play, too…?" Ginny looked outside for a second, hopeful. She loved flying, though was rarely allowed to, even at school. Ron, Harry and Hermione always made sure she stayed far away from a broom.

Fred looked at her. "Ginny, Quidditch isn't a sport for a girl like you."

Ginny stared at the toast in her hand. "You're right, what was I thinking?"

"Besides Gin," he said "They're coming in now anyway. Want to shower and all, they will."

The back door opened and in walked the boys; Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Harry, Ron, and oddly Dean, with Hermione walking in last.

"What's Dean doing here?" Ginny asked Ron as he took her toast without asking.

"He's staying tonight, and leaving with us tomorrow." Ron replied between chews.

"Oh. Hi Dean." Ginny had turned to the group.

"Hi Ginny. I'm going to go shower guys." And with that Dean walked from the room.

"Ginny, I don't think that Dean should see you dressed like that." Percy told her.

"Like what?" Ginny replied looking down at her tank top and shorts. It was her favorite tank top, though she usually wore it only to bed; she had thought nothing of wearing it. As she'd had it for a few years it had shrunk, but only about a quarter inch.

"Ginny your shirt goes half way up your stomach! It might as well show your chest! And don't even get me started on the shorts. Why do you even own such trollop clothing?"

"They're not trollop clo-"

"Actually Ginny, Percy has a point. I mean, you do see an awfully large amount of skin." Bill told her.

"You don't want boys to all think that that's what you are, do you Ginny? You don't want to be a trollop do you?" chimed in George.

Everyone else agreed and the words "trollop", "trash", and "decency" were tossed around before Ginny began to leave the room.

"Ginny, it's rude to leave the room when people are talking to you." Harry said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just going to change…" As Ginny looked Harry in the eyes she thought of how annoying it was to be in her family. "Now that everyone has decided I don't get to live my life…" she thought, before quickly stopping herself.

"Yes, well you ought to. Why don't you wear that sweater Hermione got you last Christmas?" said Ron, as he walked over to stand next to Harry.

"Maybe I will. I was thinking of a different shirt," Ginny paused and saw the look in Ron's eyes. She wasn't being compliant and following 'orders'. "but I think I'll just wear the sweater."

Upstairs, Ginny changed into a pair of her brothers old shorts, they were extremely big and baggy, and an awkward yellow orange color that contrasted horribly with the tacky brown of her overly large sweater. Both clashed dreadfully with the deep red of her hair and pale complexion.

"You should dress like that more often Ginny, it's much more becoming of you." said Bill as he walked past the door.

"Ugh. I feel gross; I wonder if the shower is open." Ginny thought.

Walking over to the bathroom that was down the hall, Ginny knocked on the closed door, and out walked Harry.

"Oh hi Ginny."

"Hi. I was just going to take a quick shower."

"Well, there's not much hot water left I don't think, and Hermione still needs to shower…" Harry looked at her expectantly.

"Oh…well, never mind I guess. I can wait until tonight or something."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Alright, uhm, bye then Harry; I'll see you around." Ginny walked away not bothering to wait for Harry to say 'bye'.

Walking through the backyard later that evening, Ginny found the spot she was looking for and sat down. It wasn't much, just a small clearing under one of the many large trees that surrounded the Burrow. It wasn't really special or secret since everyone had come to 'talk' with her at least at one point or another, and it was near enough to the house to be seen, lest she got lost like her father had told her she'd done when she was five. Though of course, Ginny could not recollect any memory of that.

Usually Ginny would just go and sit, sometimes she would bring her homework or a book, and every now and then when she had done something 'wrong' or 'bad' or in any way different than expected, she would go and sit, and a family member or some other such person would come and tell her why or how she'd done so.

This time was no real different from any other time she'd seen someone walking over to her.

"Hi Ginny." This time it was her father.

"Hi." she replied shortly.

"I heard about today, Ginny, and I'm very concerned." He sat down next to her. "You see, the family," this included Harry, Hermione, and Dean, Ginny knew; "and I are worried that you're beginning to get into a wrong kind of crowd."

"What do you mean?" Ginny knew what he was referring to, but as she did not ever even have a 'crowd' let alone a 'wrong crowd' she had to specify for her own peace of mind.

"Well, this morning Hermione told us how you hadn't packed yet, and then were going to use all the hot water in the shower. Both of which, as you know Ginny, are not very acceptable things. Then Fred and Hermione mentioned how you'd been trying to play Quidditch. It's ok to watch Ginny, but for you, well, you're fragile darling, and it wouldn't be good getting you hurt. Then the way you were dressed this afternoon. Now, I know, and you family knows, that you aren't some scarlet women, but Dean and Harry are here. It just is not appropriate clothing for you to be wearing. It is much too revealing. What you have on now is much better. Do you understand what I'm saying, Ginny?"

"Yes father, I understand. I won't do those things again." As she spoke, Ginny thought "It's not as though I don't always have something new to change about myself to understand. I wonder how many posts I'll get this year about how I'm being unacceptable, and have to excel to be an Auror."

"Good. Now why don't you come in, it's getting rather late for you to be out here all by yourself."

"But it's only," Ginny looked down at her watch, "about 6:30, and I'm 16, so can't I just-"

"This is the kind of thing that makes us wonder what you're getting into. You don't normally talk back Ginny. You are a good girl. You do as you are told. Is it drugs? Are you having sex? Tell me now Genevieve, what it going on with you?!" He yelled the end.

"Nothing. I'm not doing drugs, I've never done drugs; I swear. I'm also a virgin father. I just thought…I don't know, never mind. You're right. It is getting late, I'll go in now."

Her father gave her a hard, disbelieving look before turning and walking back to the house. Ginny simply followed him and went to bed early that night feeling defeated yet again.

Authors Note: Well…that would be the first chapter. Let me know what you think. Also, I already have the second chapter written, as well as the third ishfourth, so it's just a matter of me actually sitting down and typing them up.