okay, this is another story i'm workin on... title is just a place holder until i come up with somethin else... hope you like... here it goes....
Ch. 1
Ginevera Weasley stood outside platform 9 ¾ waiting for her friends Colin and Denis Creevey. She had finally convinced her mother and father to stop calling her Ginny. Ginny sounded like a little girl's name, and Ginevera was no longer a little girl. Unfortunately, the only member of the Dream Team to notice was Hermione. Hermione was probably Gin's best girl friend. Ron refused to believe his little sister had grown up. And Harry... well, he was just like another brother. She had gotten over his the year before last when Coli had forced her into a date with Seamus Finnegan. Things hadn't worked out between them, but it had helped her get over her little infatuation. Luckily, she had been able to stay friends with Seamus.
Where are they? She thought to herself. She was of course referring to the Creevey brothers, not the dream team.
"Boo," someone whispered in her ear while grabbing her around the waist.
She jumped before spinning around to see Colin grinning and Dennis beside him.
"Hi, Gin." Dennis said.
She tried to glare at them, but when Colin started tickling her, she gave it up, "Hey guys," she said.
They each walked through the barrier with their own carts. They left their trunks to be loaded in the baggage car. Gin grabbed the cage of her owl, Starla, and followed the boys (young men or whatever else you wanna call them) onto the train. They went straight to the back and found an empty compartment.
By the time the train stated to move, they were settled in.
"So, have you been back to that club lately?" Colin asked Gin.
"She threw him a glare, "I thought we decided not to talk-"
The compartment door opened and there stood a well built 6'2" blonde with intense silver eyes; in short, a Greek god. Whoa, she thought, that's Malfoy were talking about. Another part of her said, hey, you can think he's hot without actually liking him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a cold drawl, "you're in my compartment."
"Since when is it your compartment?" Dennis asked.
"Since I said so." Draco replied.
"Go away, Malfoy." Ginevera said.
"Why should I Weaslette?"
Gods, he's such and insufferable prat, Gin thought; however, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing such a small thing had gotten to her. She shrugged her shoulders, her face expressionless, and said, "Why would you want to stay?"
"Why would you want me to leave?"
She mentally sighed. Maybe because you're a Slytherin slime-ball. "Why would you care what I wanted?"
"Why would you care if I cared?"
"Do you always answer a question with another bloody question?"
"Do you?" he said with a smirk.
He's mocking me; how bloody annoying. She turned to look out the window.
Colin and Dennis were seated across from her, not knowing whether they should laugh or defend their friend.
"What, Weaslette, run out of things to say? Didn't Potty teach his pet any more insults?"
She was saved from replying (or bashing his head in) by McGonagall's appearance. "Students, the engineer has asked that everyone remain seated throughout the rest of the trip because of a few, uh, problems with some ghouls."
"Yes, professor." The 3 Gryffindors chimed.
"That means you too, Mr. Malfoy."
He didn't answer, but took the only available seat by Ginevera.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you in advanced classes, Ms. Weasley." The professor said before leaving.
"Advanced classes, Nev? That's awesome; why didn't you tell us?" Dennis said, using one of his favorite nicknames for her.
"Uh, I dint' think it was that big of a deal. I'll just be taking potions, healing, and Care of Magical Creatures with the Seventh years." She said quietly.
"That's great!" Colin said. "I'm so proud of you."
"Oh, look," Draco said sarcastically, "the baby weasel's growing up."
For a few moments Gin had almost forgotten Malfoy was there. Almost. "Too bad the same can't be said for you." She muttered.
"What was that? I must not understand you Weasel language."
Gin tried hard no to laugh. "Is hat honestly the best you can come up with? You've been insulting my family for years, and you haven't come up with anything more original? You're truly pathetic, Malfoy." She opened Starla's cage and opened the window. "Be careful." She told the owl. It hooted in response and flew off into the trees.
Gin absentmindedly reached for her necklace. Running her fingers over the vampire fang calmed her somehow. She remembered when she had gotten it. Brandon, the vampire who had given it to her, had explained that a vampire looses its 'fang teeth' when it's first turned. The first day, slightly larger teeth came in, but not so sharp that the new vampire wouldn't want to bring a knife along that night. It happened again during the next day for the third and final set. The teeth that came in were retractable (slightly). The last teeth lost had an important meaning to the vampires. Brandon had given his to Gin soon after he had become one of the damned. He had told her it meant a lot to a vampire; he had said-
"Hey, Gin," Colin interrupted, "You still got that thing?" he pointed to the black cord with the fang hanging between two silver beads.
"Yeah." She replied.
Are you two going to tell me about how Gin got the vampire thing or not?" Dennis asked.
Draco, who everyone seemed to have forgotten was there, said, "Yes, just where would a Weaslette get a vampire's fang, assuming it's real, that is."
Turning to Dennis, she said, "Colin can tell you later."
"So I guess it isn't real after all." Draco said.
Ginevera ignored him.
"Not that I thought it was." He continued.
"She continued to ignore him.
"How could a pathetic little weasel possible have something like that? You'd probably have to meet a vampire to get one, and you'd be cowering in a corner instead of doing anything even remotely dangerous. That is if you could get-"
"Malfoy, your and egotistical git who needs to learn to fuckin shut up. And furthermore," she said pulling the necklace from inside her robes and putting it as high as she could without taking it off, "it is real, not that you'd know the real thing if it was in your throat."
Draco ignored her comment and grabbed the necklace pulling it closer to look at it, consequently pulling Gin closer too. "How'd you get this, Weasley?" he asked softly, not looking at her yet.
She was nervous being this close to the Slytherin Prince. "It's none of your business, Malfoy." She was practically on his lap.
The train jerked o a stop sending Gin flying backwards where Colin caught her. She felt around her neck and, with horror, realized Draco was holding the necklace in his hand. "Malfoy, give that back now." she instantly demanded.
"First tell me how you got it."
"Malfoy, its none of your fucking business." Colin said, defending his friend.
"Well, I guess I just acquired a new vampire's fang then." He said smuggle as he put it in a pocket inside his robes.
Ginevera flew at him screaming, "You bloody fuckin albino ferret, give it back!" She punched him in the stomach and went to punch him again.
Before either Colin or Dennis could register what was happening, Draco caught Ginevera's wrist and with his unoccupied had raise his wand and muttered a spell creating a wall in the middle of the compartment.
She raised her other hand to punch him, and he pulled her close, catching her off balance. She landed with and "umph" in his lap. I have to stop getting in these positions with him.
Colin and Dennis could be heard banging on the wall.
"Your little friends are really quite annoying." Draco said after putting a sound proof charm (a/n: I forgot what it was called) on the room.
Ginny punched him again.
Damn, she's got a good left hook. Draco thought. He grabbed her left wrist and pushed both of her wrists behind her back where he held onto them.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." she said, struggling.
"He leaned forward. "Listen, Weasley," he whispered in her ear, "I want to know how you got it, and I always get what I want."
"Fine, give it to me, and I promise I'll tell you where I got it." She said.
"How do I know you'll keep your word?"
"Because, unlike some people, I never back out on my word." She said. "But if you need reassurance, cast a deal binding spell."
So that's what he did. He put his wand back in he robes and pulled the fang out. Instead of handing it to her, he places it around her neck and tied a knot (some how managing not to tie any of her hair into it).
"So, where'd you get it?"
"From a vampire in the Forbidden Forrest." She replied with a smirk.
He waited for her to go on, and then realized the deal had been completed. I can't believe the little Weaslette out smarted me.
She started to get up just as the wall vanished and McGonagall walked in.
"Ginevera, are you-"she paused, realizing the compromising position she caught her students in. Ginevera was straddling Draco's lap with her hands on his chest. His hands, in turn where on her thighs.
"Oh, shit," Gin muttered. "Professor, it is most certainly not what it looks like."
Draco smirked and ran his hand up her thighs before pinching her arse with one hand. She turned to glare at him. Colin and Dennis just sat there speechless.
"Ginevera, you are very lucky that you have to leave right now, but do not think this will get you and Mr. Malfoy out of trouble." McGonagall said.
Climbing off of Malfoy, Ginevera grabbed a bag she had brought with her. She took off her Hogwarts robes revealing her muggle clothes. She pulled a black jacket out of the bag. Reaching further into the bag, she pulled out a silver dagger. The hilt was plain except for the snake design wrapping around it. There were a few indiscernible patterns carved into the blade. She placed the dagger in a sheath at her ankle in her black boots. Going all day without it in its place had been weird, but it was back where it belonged.
Shoving her school uniform into the bag she turned to Colin. "Can you put this in my room?"
"Sure."
She turned to McGonagall only to hear an angry hoot. "Oh, Starla, sorry." she said. She hadn't meant to forget about her owl. The owl flew to her shoulder. "No, you can't come with me. You're supposed to be going with Dennis, remember."
The bird hopped off her shoulder and over to Malfoy.
"Seems your bird has good taste."
"Ms. Weasley, you need to be going." McGonagall reminded her.
"Malfoy, will you make sure she gets to the owlery or something?" she asked grudgingly.
"Why should I?"
"If you do, I'll tell you all you want to know about the fang, deal?" she offered.
"Deal." He relied while petting the black owl.
She disappeared down the corridor following McGonagall.
It seems there more to the Weaslette then meets the eye. Draco thought.