Authors Notes: Hello, all. This is the second chaptered fic I've decided to undertake, and I hope you all like it. It'll be Ginny-centric, but will contain a lot of " the Trio" and, one of my favorites, Draco Malfoy. Without further ado, here it is.

Oh, right. I know very well that this chapter is ridiculously short, but don't let that deter you from continuing. I just needed to get a first grip before delving into it more in the following chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Oh yeah, the title of the story was derived from the song, 'Mr. Cellophane' from Chicago. Don't wanna get sued.

Miss Cellophane


King's Cross Station was teeming with people running to and fro, but that was nothing out of the ordinary.

Mothers called after their mischievous children who refused to stay in one place, while important looking men glanced at their watches and clutched their suitcases. Parents bid their darling children 'goodbye' as they left the nest.

One such family was doing that very thing between Platforms 9 and 10.

"Geez, Mum. The way you're carrying on, you'd think I was going off to Romania to chase dragons with Charlie," said Ron Weasley, patting his mother's back.

"The way you find trouble, you might as well be; so I'd better say my goodbyes now," she said tearfully.

"It's not like you haven't got Ginny left," he complained.

Pulling out a handkerchief from her purse and dabbing at her eyes, she negated his statement. "But my last little boy's all grown up."

Ron rolled his eyes and flushed as his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, tried to hide a smile behind her hand. His best friend, the famous Harry Potter, also smiled. As the latter's aunt and uncle didn't exactly worship him, he didn't mind these episodes much. It was nice knowing that he would have someone who would miss him when he was gone.

"Just look at you three," she continued, ignoring Ron's agitated groan. "Off to finish your last year of school. I can still remember when we came here seven years ago. Ron, with dirt on his nose –" Coincidentally she reached up to his nose and wiped a smudge of dirt off the bridge of said feature. Ron resisted the urge to back away. "– and Harry, all alone, not knowing how to get on the train." Harry blushed.

Clasping her hands together, she then hugged them one last time and let them go.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said.

"Oh, dear," Mrs. Weasley said. "We'll have none of that! Call me Molly; you're almost family, anyway," she said giving Ron a sly glance.

"Mother!" the tall redhead despaired. Hermione blushed, trying to hide behind her bushy fringe. She gave the matronly woman one last bright smile and disappeared behind the barrier.

"Don't go getting involved in some mess," Mrs. Weasley warned the remaining young men. After bidding them goodbye as well, she turned her attention to her youngest child.

"Alright now, Ginny dear, it's your turn. Have a nice term and don't forget to owl for anything you need!"

Ginny thrust away the disappointed feelings that developed. She was sure that next year, when it was her last year, she'd be receiving the same tear-filled goodbye.

"Bye, mum," the sixteen-year-old said. Going through the barrier, she stowed her luggage away and searched for her brother. As usual, her family had reached the Platform almost too late to get on the train. Ginny gripped a tall handbar as the Hogwarts Express lurched forward jerkily. When it began to chug along steadily, she began opening and shutting various compartments that didn't have the people she wanted to see.

Entering one of the last ones, she saw the Trio huddled together over the most recent issue of the Daily Prophet. She heard Hermione's sharp intake of breath. Very rarely did anything surprise the Head Girl.

Something was up.

"I know," Ron said. "Dad reckons that –" Harry cleared his throat and nodded his head in Ginny's direction. Ron and Hermione hadn't realized that she was there.

"Er, hi, Ginny..." Harry said awkwardly.

"Hey," she replied standing in the doorway, interest piqued. They didn't have to stop on her account; it was possible that she could help with whatever they were mulling over.

"Was there something you needed?" Hermione asked, breaking through the silence.

During the summer, Ginny had formulated a plan for the year. In short it was: 'Get them to include me, or die trying!' It seemed, though, at that moment, that she was doing much more of the latter. Not sure what to say at the moment, though, as they obviously wanted nothing from her, Ginny remained quiet.

"What do you want?" Ron translated. He got up, not waiting for her to answer. "Whatever it is, it can wait, Ginny. We're busy. Go find your friends," he ordered, and shut the door in her face.

The redhead gaped mutely at the window of the compartment as her brother next pulled the shade down. 'How dare he?!' she thought indignantly. She half wanted to blast the door open and storm back in, but at that moment Colin Creevey came running up to her.

"Hey, Ginny!" he greeted enthusiastically. "I haven't seen you all summer!"

"Obviously," she teased, forgetting momentarily about her brother's rudeness. Colin grabbed her arm and led her away to another compartment with Neville in it.

"We've got so much catching up to do!" he said, sitting her down. For the rest of the train ride Neville and Colin tried their best to bring Ginny out of her mood by going over anything and everything there was to bring up. Colin was excited to begin taking pictures of Harry, although Ginny warned him not to get overly enthusiastic; Neville was apprehensive about Potions and half wanted to send an owl to his grandmother. He fretted over whether he'd left something behind, and "Gram had warned him to make a good start to the year."

Ginny was just glad to be with them. For once, she was part of the group.


- Femme