Disclaimer: Well I hope you know that all belongs to JK

Authors note: I just got the idea for it from watching the movie/ mini-series Rose Red; it's really good if you like mystery/horror stuff. This isn't from writers block or anything and I'm not really stuck on anything, I just wanted to write this. I don't really know if I'll continue or not, so yeah…have fun and I hope you like it.

"Hey Ginny, have you gotten your letter yet?" asked Hermione. Ginny and Hermione had been sitting together in her Ginny's room at the borrow talking about random things while listening to music. Generally just having a good time and hanging out before the end of summer holidays.

"Yes…I'm a little worried about the fact that I'll be a s…" Ginny abruptly stopped talking, earning her a look of confusion from Hermione.

"Ginny, being a sixth year is nothing to worry about. Besides, I'm Head Girl and I'll be able to make sure no one bothers you." Hermione said, simply thinking that Ginny was afraid of being a sixth year.

'I made it ok, you should too. Even if you aren't that bright.' Ginny listened to Hermione's thoughts, thinking herself,

'Shows how much you know, I'm skipping sixth year!'

Ginny had been telepathic ever since she could remember. She had only ever told one person, her mother, and her mother never made mention of it again after their very long talk about how she could listen all she wanted, but she shouldn't ever interfere. For most of her Hogwarts years, Ginny hadn't ever done anything but listen and laugh. The only time she had ever really not wanted her power was in her first year and Voldermort had used it against her. Ever since then she had considered it a blessing, as she thought it was.

"I'm not really that scared of sixth year Hermione, I have no reason to be." Ginny replied to Hermione.

"Really, Ginny, it isn't anything to be afraid of. I know you're just trying to be brave for me, but it isn't necessary." Hermione said to Ginny, completely missing that Ginny was rolling her eyes.

'Who does she think she's kidding? She has everything to worry about; I can't believe that that stupid little twit is saying she has nothing to worry about. Like she thinks I believe her for one second!' Hermione thought and Ginny listened.

"For your information Granger, I am perfectly capable of making up my own mind about how I will be." Ginny snapped and then got up and walked to the door. Stopping and turning around Ginny said, "And I am NOT a TWIT!"

Ginny hadn't talked to Hermione for the two remaining weeks of the summer holiday. No one could really understand it, but her mother made the side comment of "You can't help what people think." And left it at that.

Boarding the train, Ron and Harry came up to Ginny and started pulling her toward their compartment.

"Come and sit with us Gin." Ron told her, trying to coax her into it.

'Please come, I really don't want another fight with Hermione over you. She thinks you hate her and its bloody annoying…' He thought.

"Why should I?" Ginny asked him.

"Because we want you to and we won't have any more rides with you to school." Harry chimed in.

'Because if Ron and Hermione don't start snogging again I'll go bloody mad with his lack of conversation skills outside of Quiditch.' He thought.

"No. I refuse to be the answer to you problem." Ginny said and walked away.

In the Great Hall

As Dumbledore finished his speech, and food appeared on the tables, Ginny got up and left the Great Hall. As much as she used to amuse herself in listening to everyone's thoughts she simply felt bored with it today. Going up to her room, glad that she was a seventh year, as they had individual dorm rooms, Ginny idly walked around.

Ginny jumped at hearing a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called.

"It's me, Colin."

"Come in, Colin."

As many people thought that she and he had a 'thing' she secretly knew that he was gay. Of course he didn't know that she knew, but she did. Ginny prided herself in the knowledge that only she and her mother knew that she was telepathic. She sometimes wondered if Dumbledore knew, as he seemed to know everything, and figured that if he did, he wasn't going to say anything about it.

"Hey, I tried looking for you in the sixth year rooms, but apparently someone got bumped up a year." He told her.

"Yeah, I haven't really told anyone. Well I told my mother, since she came with me to get my books and all, but other than that I haven't told anyone. I was hoping to shock everyone in classes tomorrow." Ginny replied. She always felt comfortable talking to Colin, simply because she knew that he would never try anything.

"Well, when I took the liberty of seeing how many classes we would have together this year, I saw you were in all seventh year classes. All advanced seventh year classes. I guess you not being in the sixth year dorm made sense."

"I'm happy about it. Finally a challenge in my classes, Dumbledore told me that he'd noticed just how bored all my teachers said I seemed. He said that they were all concerned; apparently even Snape was worried, well sort of. I found out that he was worried that Voldermort had come back to haunt me."

"So how did you manage to get into all advanced seventh year classes if they all thought that you were at risk of Voldermort?"

"Well I told him the truth. I was bored in classes and that if my professors would look I was sure that my work was perfect if not better than that. He had asked me how long I had been bored and I told him that I had been bored since my second year. I told him all about my reading, since it's something I love to do, I easily mesmerize everything that I read. And that I read all of my brothers' old textbooks and had mesmerized all of that information. Then he asked me how I would feel about possibly being put into seventh year classes. I said that that would be great because then maybe I wouldn't be as bored as I had been. He had me take a bunch of tests and I got to skip sixth year."

"Go figure you're so smart that you get put into advanced classes."

"Yeah, I guess. Can I have my schedule?"

"Oh right, here."

"Thanks Colin, I'll see you later."

"Actually, Ginny, I was wondering about this weekend. If you might want to come and hang out with me?"

"Colin, I know you want people to think you're normal, and you are. But you're gay and I know that."

"No I'm not, Ginny."

"You've admitted this to yourself; you can admit it to me."

Colin looked at Ginny like he was a deer caught in headlights. "How did you know?"

"Let's just say that I have my ways."

"Oh god, you won't tell anyone will you?"

"No I won't, but you might want to have a talk with Harry, I think that he'd be very interested in talking to you. If you get what I mean…"

"Is he really…? Wow, do you really think that he likes…? How do you know that he's…?"

"Colin, I know that he is the same way I know you are, observation. No I'm not stalking you, and I think that you and him would be a great couple, so go and find Harry and have a nice little chat with him. If he asks how you knew, tell him that a little red pixie flew up to you and told you."

"Thanks Gin, I owe you a whole bunch. I'll see you later." With that Colin left Ginny to her thoughts.

As boredom came easily to her, when she wasn't around people at least, Ginny decided to leave her room and head down to the kitchens for something to eat. It was still a little early and it wouldn't be hard to keep her self entertained while she went down to the kitchens.

The Next Day

As Ginny went down to breakfast the next morning, she noted that Harry and Colin were sitting next to each other. Deciding to listen, she quickly turned her mind over to their thoughts.

'I can't believe that he and I are so alike! Who knew that Colin was gay, everyone thought he and Ginny had a whole 'thing'. I hope she doesn't mind. I know that I kind of took her boyfriend. I don't really think that they were ever involved…oh what if they were. No Colin would have told me when I asked him. Or maybe he was playing with me…but why would he be holding my hand if he was…? Oh what have I gotten into? Oh…hey he looks really cute with that fork in his mouth. I wonder if he would look that cute with my…'

Ginny quickly switched over to Colin's thoughts, not wanting to listen to Harry's anymore.

'I'm so happy that Ginny told me about Harry. Gods I've liked him for so long…I can't believe he really bought that pixie thing…well he didn't really he did ask why I told him that it was a pixie and I told him I couldn't tell him who it was…I still wonder how Ginny knew that I was gay. I was trying to ask her out on a date, maybe sort things out…I guess when you've admitted to your self that you're gay admitting it to someone you're friends with isn't that bad…she took it well…I wonder what my brother will say…gods Harry is cute, I hope that he isn't just playing with me…but he's holding my hand and why would he be if he was…?'

Ginny heard the ten minuet warning bell, and quit listening to Colin. They were both so insecure about their new relationship; she really shouldn't meddle but…

"Harry, Colin, you both have nothing to worry about…" and then left the Great Hall

She had potions first, and even though she would have a full twenty minuets to get to class, she wanted to just get there early and get a good seat. She liked the front and hoped it wouldn't be too bad having advanced double potions for her very first seventh year class, let alone first class of the day.

Ginny walked in and took her normal seat in the front of class, dangerously close to the Slytherins. She had always liked that seat because the Slytherins always tried to ruin her potion, and sometimes Snape would even see what they were doing, but Ginny would always fix the problem without any problem. He thought that she was possessed by Voldermort because she could fix all of the problems that the "sly" Slytherins always tried to cause.

Taking out her things, Ginny began to set up her things to be ready when class began. She heard the second 'get your but to class' bell, and was surprised when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around Ginny saw that it was Draco Malfoy.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"May I you? You seem to be in the wrong class; this is an advanced seventh year course and you're a sixth year. Now move." Draco replied.

"No, I do believe that I am a seventh year and that I am in this class. Seeing as how I was here first, I will not move." Ginny replied with ease.

"You are the littlest Weasley?"

"Yes."

"And your brother is Potters' sidekick?"

"I would prefer friend, but to each their own."

"Then you are a sixth year."

"I've skipped it. If you have a problem with that, Malfoy, then you can take it up with Dumbledore."

"Fine, but this still leaves us with the fact that you are sitting in the seat that I sit in."

"It may be a fact, but you should remember that facts do not change, and this isn't either. I was here first; you can either take the seat next to me, or simply find somewhere else to sit."

The last bell rang, and neither Ginny nor Draco had noticed that everyone had filed into the room, as had Snape. There were plenty of other seats, as there were only ten people in the class and there were thirty seats total.

"Mr. Malfoy, I suggest that you sit down. As it seems everyone has already paired up, so if you would just sit next to Ms. Weasley, we could get class started." Snape spoke with superiority in his voice.

"What! What the bloody hell are you doing here Ginny!" Ron exclaimed.

"Obviously, Mr. Weasley, you have not been informed that Ms. Weasley here has skipped her sixth year and will be in all seventh year classes. Now, ten points from Gryffindor for you little out burst Mr. Weasley. May I start class now?" Snape talked in a bored tone, but Ginny knew, from his thoughts, he really did like taking points from Gryffindor. To bad she couldn't ever really tell anyone.

'Can you believe this? I have to sit next to this twit! Why didn't you come and tell me that you got here…?' Ginny listened to Draco's thoughts, wondering who the hell he could be talking to, when she heard another voice, one she wasn't too sure of.

'Sorry, I ran in here just as the bell went for the last time, and I just sat next to this hot Ravenclaw girl. I think her name is Marie.'

'What does she look like?'

'Why, going to bed her Draco?'

'No, I have slept with most of Ravenclaw and just was wondering if I have her or not. Thought I should inform you weather it was worth getting into her knickers or not.'

'Well, she has dark brown hair, brown eyes, a button nose of sorts,'

'Does she have a ring with a heart on it, on her right hand?'

'Yes, why?'

'She isn't worth it, she's too squirmy and doesn't like being fondled.'

'Damn it Draco, why do you have to ruin my fun!'

'I can't help that I've slept with her before, Blaise.'

'Arrogant bastard.'

'Jealous wanker.'

'I do not wank, if I felt the need I simply find a girl.'

Ginny couldn't stand it any longer, and began to giggle. She had had no idea that neither Draco, nor Blaise were telepathic, but being able to listen to their mid-class conversation was just too much to not laugh. They were just too funny.

"May I inquire as to why you find it funny that you are taking a test, Miss Weasley?" asked Snape, gaining Ginny's attention.

"I honestly don't find it funny at all, Professor Snape." Ginny told him truthfully, she hated tests, they bored her.

"Then may I ask as to why you were laughing?"

"Well, Professor, I was just listening to thoughts about wanking, and I thought that they were funny, therefore I laughed. I'm sorry for interrupting as I know that it was inappropriate of me to be laughing while you are trying to teach, but I could not help myself. I will try to keep it from happening again, but I don't know just how well that will work." Snape just stood looking at her for a second, thinking over taking points for laughing or adding them for being completely honest and giving a rather good answer. In the end he simply ignored her and passed out the tests.

"This is to see just how much you have actually learned over the years, and some of it is to see just how much you already know to be in this class. Those who do not get at least a B on this paper will be removed from this class. There is some that I do not expect you to know and is simply there to tell me what it is you do know. You have forty minuets, begin." Everyone began, but Ginny chose to listen to Draco and Blaise a little first.

'Do you really think she was telling the truth or do you think it was just coincidence?'

'I don't know she seemed pretty honest in that answer. You could try asking her, or ell, listening to her…'

'I tried; I can't hear what's going on in her head. That's why I wonder if she is, because we can do the same, if we want. We simply choose to make better of our time in class.'

Ginny was amazed that they weren't cheating. She would have thought that they would talk to each other and cheat and that maybe that was how they were so good in school. Then she noticed that, as she was, Draco was taking his test. She paid attention to his thoughts, and saw that no, he nor Blaise were cheating. She had never cheated, even though she could always choose to listen to the thoughts of some smart person or another, she never did feel like it was honest. She didn't mind lying, she did it rather often when asked why she knew this or replied with that, but she didn't think it was fair to have her abilities and cheat. She figured that she wasn't alone. Ginny quickly finished her test, as it had been easy and walked up to Professor Snape, handed him her test, and walked back to her test. She noted that Snape took out his quill and red ink, and began marking the test. He then took out another quill, and green ink. Green was, so rumor had it, saved for the best answers, when she saw him start marking her test, she couldn't tell which ink he'd started using, as she had started to draw in her notebook.

Decided not to bother with finding out what she got just yet, Ginny turned her mind on listen to Draco and Blaise again, they really were quite funny to listen to. She hadn't ever bothered before, or maybe she would have know that they were telepathic.

Thinking it over quickly, Ginny decided to join them, just to see how they reacted.

'Hi.' She made it simple.

'Weasley?' Draco looked at her, having finished his test, and gave her a curious look.

'Yes?'

'You ARE telepathic!' Blaise suddenly exclaimed into their heads.

'Yes, I am…'

'Blaise Zabini, but please, call me Blaise.'

'Just how long have you had this little gift of yours Weasley?' asked Draco.

'Ever since I could remember. And yourself, and you Blaise?'

'Well, Draco and I have always shared the ability of telepathy, so I would say the same; ever since we could remember.'

'I could have answered for myself, Blaise.'

'Well you were likely to insult her, so I thought answering for you would work just as well.'

'Bloody wanker.'

'I thought you two went over that already?'

'Weasley, how could you listen to private thoughts?'

'I do it all the time.'

'Hey, so do we.'

'Please, Blaise, call me Ginny. And you can too, Malfoy.'

'I suppose you can call me Draco, though only in thought.'

'As if you wouldn't be killed if my brother or his friends heard you actually saying my first name.'

'You assume that I couldn't handle myself.'

'You seem to forget that I have six older brothers each with varying interests or horror, and they all have Malfoy hating friends.'

'Good point.'

'Thank you.'

'Aw how cute, you already had your first fight, now kiss and make up.'

Ginny wrote something on her notebook and pushed it toward Draco. He looked at her as if she was mad, and Ginny raised her eyebrow. He wrote something back.

'Hey! I don't like being left out; tell me what you're writing…'

Draco and Ginny replied by turning to each other and lightly brushing their lips together. No one but Blaise saw since they were all still taking the test.

Then they heard a clearing of a throat. They looked up to see Snape standing there looking at them. He placed Ginny's test in front of her as well as Draco's in front of him, and then walked over to Blaise, dropping his test in front of him. Returning to his seat, all three of the students heard, in the heads, 'Please find better things to do with your abilities rather than have a conversation. But thank you for not being all too bothersome. And you are right Miss Weasley; they are very funny to listen to.'

All three students looked up at Snape.

'Bloody hell, how many telepathics are there at this school?' asked Draco, to which Snape replied,

'Just the four of us, and I have my suspicions of Dumbledore, but I wouldn't know.'

Well I guess I tell me what you think, if you want…