Insert first verse of "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" by My Chemical Romance here. I'm all mad about this, but the stupid site will shut down my account if I have song lyrics in them, even if I give credit to the artists. Go figure.
Slam!
The compartment door shot open and a pair of very insistent feet stomped in. The picture Ginny had enchanted to play her favorite song fell into the crack between the seats.
"Wrong room, mighty Harry. Your boyfriend is across the hall." She said without looking up, digging into her bag for her wand.
"My, my, the little weasel has a mouth on her." Ginny's head turned slowly, hoping she had mistaken the voice. Malfoy was so not what she needed right now.
"Yes, ferret, as is expected. You would know this if you didn't talk out of your ass." She pulled out her wand, and preformed a spell that brought the picture back to her hands.
"Can it, Weaslette, and get out of my compartment. I'm expecting company." He sat down, inconspicuously eyeing her new punky look. "What's with the outfit?"
"Pansy isn't exactly company, Malfoy. And my clothes are no concern of yours." She picked up the notebook and pen from the seat next to her and looked over at him. "Are you still here? I'm sort of waiting for people."
"Then we'll both wait, and we'll see who gets here first." He reclined, smirking happily and staring her down. There was a knock on the compartment door and a tall blonde girl and a short blond girl could be seen through the glass.
Ginny grinned, shutting her notebook.
"I win."
She opened the door, and tall Attie and short Kinsey walked in.
"Oh, by the way you guys, you should bow. Malfoy is here." Ginny said as the girls settled in their seats.
"Oh, Goodness! I'm in the presence of royalty! Would you like your shoes licked, oh grand one?" Attie said, pulling her wavy hair back into a ponytail.
"Oh, that won't be necessary. I made a first year do it in the hall."
"Then go join your whore and your gorillas, your highness. We must discuss you and your stupid blond hair. In depth." Kinsey said.
"Ooh! This should be absolutely… boring. I'm out of here." He got up to leave, his cloak making a clichéd swishing sound as he turned.
"Oh, my, whatever will we do? My life will have no purpose if he leaves." Ginny dramatically mock fainted, putting her hand to her forehead and draping herself across Kinsey's and Attie's respective laps.
"Screw you, Weasel."
"Not if you paid me, Ferret."
He stormed out of the compartment in perfect Malfoy manner (Chin up, eyes blazing, stepping on underclassmen) and the girls burst into giggles.
"He's lost his touch over the summer." Kinsey observed. "And you changed your look, Miss Ginny. What's up?"
Ginny had changed her look. She had traded her stupid jumpers and cardigans for band tee shirts and taken a cheese grater to most of her jeans. She had also made some alterations to her school skirts (made them shorter and added studs and pins and the like). She was currently wearing a green day tee and jeans with huge holes across the knees.
She shrugged.
"It pisses off my mum." Her friends nodded in understanding. Ever since the whole Tom incident, her mother had been babying her madly. This summer, though, her parents had finally let her visit her aunt Rayla in L.A. She had met her cousin, Kora, who had introduced her to concerts and hot California guys. She had somehow convinced Ginny to put black streaks in her red hair (which had turned out pretty hot. Kora had gloated for days.) and had sponsored her entire new wardrobe. Apparently, her father had some high government job and was very well off.
Ginny glanced at her watch.
"Um… I love you guys and all, but don't you have to go? Prefects meeting and such?" She said. Both of her best friends had been made prefects, and she had been simply overlooked. Attie and Kinsey had assured her that it was just to stop her from overloading herself (she was taking seventh year advanced everything), and that she would make prefect next year, when she wouldn't be taking so many classes, but it still hurt her pride.
"Shit," said Kinsey, checking her own watch, "We're ten minutes late. We gotta fly, pookie. Love ya." They got up, carelessly throwing their robes on over their muggle clothes and leaving in a flurry of blonde tallness and shortness.
Speaking of blondes…
Draco Malfoy stormed into the compartment, looking just as angry as when he had left.
"So much for time to cool down." Ginny said, settling back into her seat.
"I'm not mad at you, pookie." He absentmindedly smoothed back his hair. Ginny Giggled. "What?"
"You. You think you're so gorgeous. You think that all the girls in the world will just fall at your feet and worship the hotness that is you. Well, I don't know what all that gel does to your head, but maybe you missed this. You're not hot." Lie. "Your hair looks stupid." Half-lie. "And the only reason most of these girls like you is because you have so much money. Maybe some of it managed to find it's way up your ass, and that's why you're always making that face."
"You seem to have an obsession with my ass, little Weasel." He smirked, and making just the face she was talking about, he stomped into the hallway, shoving past Kinsey and Attie on his way out.
"Is Malfoy stalking you or something?" Kinsey asked.
"I don't know. He just sort of came in here. He seemed angry though." Ginny shrugged and began changing into her (new and improved) school clothes.
"I bet I know why. He was hoping to get Head boy, but they wouldn't tell us who it was. They wouldn't tell us who Head Girl is, either. Weird. Maybe they'll tell us at the feast."
The girls settled into a comfortable silence for the rest of the train ride.
(A/N: I know, totally cliché'd beginning, but I had to start somewhere. The rest of the story gets better, I promise. I swear. Oh yeah, disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Draco Malfoy or Ginny Weasley. I only borrow them occasionally. The rest also belongs to J.K., with the exception of Attie and Kinsey, the song at the beginning (Guess it and I'll give you a cookie) belongs to the band that wrote it.
Okay? Now I'm done and you can finally review. I know you've been dying to.)