I ran. I didn’t care where. Anywhere, anywhere was better than back there. With Draco Malfoy.
It had all started a couple of months ago. But I’m still ahead of myself. Let me start by telling you that I, Ginny Weasley, am completely incontinent. I have been since I was born. The healers said that there was nothing they could do. It was just something I had to live with. Or, the way I felt at that moment, die with. I had had no problems, until a couple of months before I started Hogwarts.
I had been with my mother in Madam Malkins, buying robes. Then Mum had said(in a much louder voice that I liked) “And while we’re here, we might as well pick up some of those modified Pampers that work so well for Ginny.” “Shush, mum!” I hissed, looking around hurriedly for anyone I knew. I thought I had heard a muffled chuckle behind a rack of hats.
“No point being bashful about it, dear. If you need them, you need them” Mum replied briskly. And that was that.
Until September, when Draco Malfoy had barged into my compartment on the Hogwarts Express the moment we set off and demanded loudly “Hey Weasley, wet your nappy yet?”
I wasn’t able to say a word, I was so shocked. I had thought that my secret was safe, after no one had approached me outside Madam Malkin’s. But there I was, at what should have been one of the happiest moments of my life, having my biggest fear brought to life.
Nobody said anything. At first they were all too shocked. Then a 5th year Slytherin in a corner got up, and said, grinning; “Well, little pants wetter, we can soon see.” He advanced towards me. He was a huge person, with thick arms and a thicker skull.
Suddenly a voice piped up from the corner. “You leave her alone! She can’t help it.” I looked around in astonishment. I hadn’t even noticed Hermione in the compartment. It was the way she absorbed herself in a book. She sort of faded into the background. Then again, I hadn’t been expecting to see her. Why wasn’t she with Ron and Harry?
“OK then, Little Miss Bookworm. Maybe you won’t be able to help getting punched in the face if I have another remark like that from you.” threatened the Slytherin. “Weasley, show us your baby nappy and we might let you leave with your Mudblood babysitter here. Last chance, or else.”
Never written stories in first person before so might be slightly awkward in some parts. Will be writing as and when I get inspiration, though the first five chapters are already written and will be posted depending on audience reception. Hope you all had a good Christmas and New Year.