A/N: Hey, welcome to my newest story, 'Fear of Needles'. It's basically a spin-off of 'Fire and Ice', because again Ginny and the rest of them have their laptops, and Ginny is friends with Blaise. I was getting writer's block with 'Water and Ashes', so sorry to everyone who likes that story, it's in the process of being updated again. I seem to incorporate computers into all my fics now, probably because I am always using messenger and I like to have my characters do the same. This story will be a bit depressing so if you don't like angst...try reading it anyway! It's also a semi-true story. Keep that in mind if you choose to flame.


Ok, so I'll admit it. I'm a wimp. I could never stand pain or needles, oh especially needles. I remember I used to cry when my mom would take me to the doctor and they'd come over to me with the syringe. I'd always have to look away and bit my lip, because if I didn't I might scream or faint or something. My older brothers would tease me, running around after me with mom's sewing needles. They'd never hurt me, but it scared me all the same.

That was years ago but things haven't changed much. I'm a sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have exactly one friend, and an ever-growing fear of needles.

And it just so happens that the whole school is required to get a shot today.

"So, what's this shot for?" Blaise Zabini, my best friend, asked me.

I shuddered as we got into the line outside the hospital wing. "There is some muggle sickness going around the school from one of the students with muggle parents. So now everyone has to get shots, with some stupid immunization thingy." I explained. I'd been up all night worrying about it.

Blaise shrugged. "Whatever. It's just one shot. Let's get it over with."

I rolled my eyes. She's a Slytherin; of course shots don't bother her. A little pain here and there isn't something foreign to Slytherins. Me on the other hand, I'm a different story.

I'm Ginny Weasley. The last of the Weasley kids, the only one who ever questioned what house we were put into. I basically had to force the sorting hat to put me in the same house as my brothers; it would be shameful to my family if the hat had put me where it wanted to.

You guessed it. Slytherin.

Though my drive was so determined to get me into Gryffindor that the sorting hat just sighed and said, "So be it."

Now I consider that to be the biggest mistake of my life, but it's too late to go back. I'm a miserable Gryffindor with one friend and a hell of a depressing life.

"Ginny, you big wimp. You're shaking! It's just a shot!" Blaise tried to lighten the mood, knowing darn well how fearful I was of what was coming. Her teasing didn't bother me. Blaise and I have a wonderful friendship. We're completely honest with each other. If I'm being stupid, she tells me. If she's going to get herself in trouble, I warn her.

It's funny how we became friends. See, I used to be this pathetic little puppy dog that followed around my brother Ron and his friends, but those days are over. One day, the most amazing thing happened. Harry Potter kissed me! But then halfway through the kiss he couldn't stop laughing, and when I asked what was going on my brother handed him 5 galleons.

I'll bet Harry still has the red outline of my hand on his cheek.

They don't talk to me much anymore; they realized how cruel that trick was. That day I'd ran out of the room crying, and ran smack into Blaise Zabini. We've been best friends ever since.

The line was moving faster now. I saw my brother up farther in line, flirting shamelessly with Hermione Granger. I almost felt bad for him; the whole school knows Hermione doesn't play for the right team. Except for my brother, she doesn't have the heart to tell him. I always thought it was odd that Hermione could be best friends with Ron and Harry and not jump into bed with them. Well, I thought it was odd until I saw her having a little sleepover with one of my roommates.

What can I say? My brother and his friends are screwed up.

"So, Blaise. What do you want to do after we're done being tortured?" I asked casually, trying to calm my beating heart.

She cocked her head to the side, as if going over her social life in her mind. It was the weekend, and Blaise always had something to do.

Just because I'm a loser with one friend doesn't mean Blaise is the same. She's actually very popular with the Slytherins, and even a few Ravenclaws as well. She just spends most of her time with me, oddly enough.

"Oh, there is a party in my one my friend's rooms. Seventh years. There's going to be alcohol." She winked. "You should tag along."

I sighed. We'd been through this before. "Blaise, I'm not into people. I don't like people, people don't like me. You know that, I know that, why do you keep trying to get me to go to these things?"

She shrugged. "You're always so depressed, Ginny. There's going to be guys there. They'll like you, trust me. Come on, let your guard down for once and just have fun."

Again I sighed, loudly, to make my point. "It's a Slytherin party, am I right? So first of all I'm a Gryffindor, I'm weird, and I never know how to talk to people. How is that going to be fun?"

Blaise rolled her eyes. "My friends aren't superficial, Ginny. You're cool, and my friends will like you. Just give it a shot, alright?"

I cringed. "Give it a shot? Nice choice of words."

She laughed. "So, does that mean you'll come?"

Of course it does not mean I'll come. I don't like parties, I'm not going to have fun, and this is all a stupid idea.

"Yeah, I'll be there."

What? Oh great, what have I gotten myself into?

A surprised grin crossed my best friend's face. "Great! I promise you'll have a great time Ginny, just you wait and see."

We were at the front of the line now. "Your turn Ginny, go on in." Blaise pushed me into the room. If it were any other person, I would have gotten very angry at that notion. But it was only Blaise, and if she hadn't pushed me I would have run the other direction.

The walk into the hospital wing was like the walk to my execution. Each step felt like I was lifting lead weights off the ground. Why am I such a wimp? Other students walk in and out of here as if they are receiving candy, not a hole in their arm.

Some nurse I've never met before grins at me and I want to punch her in the face.

"This will only take a second." I decide to close my eyes when she brings out the syringe so I don't have to see it. Too late. It's already in her hand. I gulp, and try my hardest not to make a fool of myself. My eyes are pinched shut, and I can almost feel the needle getting closer to my arm.

It pierces my skin and I let out a little yelp. The nurse gets surprised and I feel the needle tweak in my arm. Oh death ten times over.

Then, as fast as it had begun it was over. The nurse put a tiny band-aid on my arm. I walked out of the wing and let my breathing return to normal. Moments later, Blaise joined me outside. She was skipping. Sometimes I wonder how two people who are so different can be such good friends.

"You ok, Gin?" She knows how shaken up I must be. It's been a few years since my last shot.

I run the tip of my finger lightly over the band-aid. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

The next person out of the hospital wing is Draco Malfoy. I frown; he's not my favorite person in the world. I've heard some interesting things about him, like how he sleeps around and is into drugs. Our school is getting more muggle-ized every year, bringing a lot of outside crap in.

"Hello Zabini. Weasley." He nods in each of our directions. Then he turned his attention to Blaise. "I expect you are coming tonight?"

My mouth drops. "The party is in Draco's room!?" I realize afterwards how juvenile I sounded.

Blaise smiles. "Yep. Ginny, don't worry; I wasn't lying when I said you'd have fun. Just lighten up."

Draco had a slightly devious look on his face. "So, you're bringing along the quiet friend, huh? This might just get interesting. See you tonight." Then he winked at me. What was that supposed to mean?

As soon as he was out of earshot, I turned on Blaise. "You could have told me the party was at-"

She laughed and smacked me in the arm. My shot arm. Ouch.

"Ginny, take my word for it. You'll enjoy yourself tonight."

I'd heard her tell me that before. The first night we drank, the first night we snuck out, even the night we tried avocado facemasks.

She was always right. I always did enjoy myself.


So this is a short first chapter but I hope you all like it. I'm really interested in this story so it'll probably get updated frequently. Please leave reviews; I'll love you all for it!