Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters (yeah, no shit, Sherlock!), just the unbelievably awesome peoples that I make up myself, and the plot (of course)!!!
Me, The Slytherin Princess?!
Chapter One: Re-sort Me
"Ginny… GINNY!!! WAKE UP!!!" Hermione screamed up the stairs of the 7th year girl's dorms. Although Ginny was a whole year younger than Hermione, and the other girls in the dorm, she had been pushed up a year, for her outstanding grades. She was actually very surprised when the letter came; explaining that she would be graduating a year early, along side her brother and his best friends. It was two weeks before school started, but all seventh years had been called to the school, for a special "class bonding" thing.
"Uhhhnnn… go away Herm, I'm trying to sleep," Ginny mumbled as she rolled over. CRASH! Ginny suddenly rolled off of the bed and was laying on the floor in a very un-ladylike fashion.
"Ok, ok! I'm up, god! Stupid bed…" She sat up and realized, "Oh shit!!! I'm gonna be late!" She frantically untangled herself from the bed sheets, and ran towards her wardrobe. She started to reach towards her school uniform when realizing, Ha! I get to wear whatever the hell I want for the next two weeks! Sweet! She grabbed a very slutty, green tube top that said, "Like You Could Hit This" right across the front. As she wriggled into it, she pulled on hot pink thong, a way too short black pleated skirt, and a pair of black stilettos. She noticed how her shirt started to ride up, revealing the thong under her skirt, and thought, Ah, what the hell? It's not as if anyone's going to care. Her naturally wavy red hair, flowed like a woodland brook through the heart of a forest, stretching across her back till it met with the beginning of her skirt, now had honey blonde highlights in it, and her almond coloured eyes had smoky black eyeliner encircling them, making the truly pop. Checking her make-up one last time before grabbing a suede handbag, she hurtled down the stairs, grabbed Hermione's arm, and pulled her along to the Great Hall, where all of the Houses were meeting for their stupid bonding "seminar" or whatever the hell it was.
"Gin, what the hell?" Hermione hissed at her as she was being dragged along. "You know Ron's gonna freak when he sees you in this!"
"Then let's not hang with him today. Plus, at least I'm putting myself out there! Look at you! I'm sooo helping you change, 'Moine." Hermione looked down self-consciously at the bland sweater and slacks she was wearing. With a wave of Ginny's wand she saw her slacks turn into tight, low-riding jeans and her hideous woolen top turn into a beautiful, red and gold, silk shirt with one long sleeve, that drooped, and the other sleeve, a single strap.
"Wow," she breathed, "Thanks Gin… It's, well, it's awesome!" Hermione stopped the younger girl and hugged her.
"Now let's go show them we mean business!" They giggled and ran hand in hand, down the remaining steps, and into the giant area, becoming a part of the crowd as Professor McGonagall spoke aloud,
"Students! Quiet please!" The crowd hushed and waited for her to continue. "As you all know, you will be with your fellow year mates for the next two weeks, in groups of ten to twenty people, hopefully forming inter-house ties," The entire seventh year population seemed to silently groan unanimously, "and further strengthen your bonds within. We would also like to do a resorting this year, to see how much each of you has grown and changed over the past years that you've been hear with us at Hogwarts. Now, if you could form an orderly line… No pushing, no pushing! Let's be organized!" She shouted over the many excited and disappointed voices of students.
"This had better be good," Ginny whispered under her breath, as she and Hermione weaved through the other students to get to their group of friends, near the back. Suddenly, something very hard smacked very hard into her shoulder. She closed her eyes extending her hands, as she waited for her ass to smack the floor, but it never came. The something that hit her had grabbed her hand and snaked an arm around her waist, holding her up.
"You should watch where you're going," said a slow, soothing male's voice whispered in her ear. He hadn't moved to pull her up to a standing position, and, quite honestly, she didn't want to move out of the strong, but painless, grasp of her rescuer. Ginny slowly opened her almond, almost honey, coloured eyes, and found herself staring strait into a pair of stormy grey-silver eyes that had blonde, almost white, hair falling in front of them. Ginny smiled sweetly and said flirtatiously,
"Well, if you wouldn't mind pulling me out of the tango position we're in…" He pulled her up quickly, but now she was pressed against his chest, with his arms still around her waist, and hers resting on his pecks. Damn, this boy certainly worked out over the summer! Wait, what am I thinking…? None other than Draco Malfoy, the extremely hot guy whose arms she just so happened to be in, interrupted her train of thought.
"Weaselette… like I said, you should watch where you're going," He said slowly, in the same tone he had used before, a small smile tugging on his lips. She looked up with her big doe eyes and said with her lips pouted,
"Well, handsome… maybe I will and maybe I won't." With that comment, he let her go; staring at wide-eyed, and his jaw slacked a little. She started to walk away after her friends, swaying her hips, as much as possible, to keep him looking, and then she stopped, with her hand on her hip, she looked over her shoulder and said,
"See you later," she winked and continued, "Stud." Then she giggled and fled, keeping her hips moving in tune with her footsteps, and she knew she had him hooked. She didn't know why she was out-right flirting with the enemy, but she was.
"Ginny, what the fuck was that?" Hermione hissed angrily, and with a hint of jealousy at her best friend.
"Yeah, Gin! Since when are you tight with the likes of Malfoy? Mmmm, He looks so delicious, I could just eat him." Maria Suarez, another one of Ginny's close friends, whispered, practically licking all of the gloss of her lips. All of her girl friends, Maria, Francesca, Luna, Hermione, Bella, Ethane, and Acacia, giggled, and continued talking in hushed tones about how hot Draco looked, with his muscles and cute mussed up hair. Ginny put a mental picture in her head of Slytherin's resident bad boy. She noticed how much taller he was than her, at least 6'5" which towered over her, and she already tall, at 5'11". She remembered the feel of his lean, rippling muscles under her delicate hands, and his long fingers resting at the small of her back. She shivered, because she could still feel the tingling feeling she got around him. Oh, it is so on. She smiled quietly to herself, Draco, won't even know what hit him. Ginny was once again snapped out of her thoughts when everyone in the hall had become deathly quiet as the first student sat on the bench, and pulled the hat on cautiously, as if scared to what it might say. The second the hat was pulled completely down it called out, "Hufflepuff!" The girl, Claudia Chow, scrambled down from everyone's view and sat at her new table. This went on and on for the next twenty or so minutes, some people having new houses, others staying in the old. Francesca, a Slytherin girl, Ginny's favourite cousin, was sorted back into her old house. Hermione was re-sorted into Ravenclaw, with their friend Luna, while Maria and Acacia were sorted into Gryffindor. After Ethaine was re-sorted into Hufflepuff, it was Ginny's turn to put on the hat. She cautiously walked up to it, gingerly picking it up.
"Well… What are you waiting for?" It snapped at her, so she just pulled it down over her eyes and ears, sitting perfectly still, knuckles white from gripping the bench so hard.
"Hmmm…" It thought slowly, "You are proving difficult to sort my dear. You are brave like your brother in Gryffindor, your courage is over whelming! But you are smart, too, with a voice of reason… a Ravenclaw! You are hard working, yes, I see that. Hufflepuff would be the way to go! No! No, wait. I see something else within you. You are a cunning, sly one indeed. You seem to know what you are doing… hmmm, yes. I have made my descision. You my pretty are…" The hat paused and then called out, so every person in the room could hear, "SLYTHERIN!"