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Warning! Swearing and lots of it. I am quite fond of the odd cuss word. :)

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Chapter 1 – The Sorting Hat Strikes Again.

My fifth year started a bit different from usually this year I was surrounded by annoying, nervous, jittery first years waiting to get sorted as I was going in for round two with the damn sorting hat – I was being resorted.

"Weasley, Ginerva."

I was leaving Gryffindor for good. And those fucking bastards the "Dream Team" as they are called, pssh after what they've done to me I highly doubt that. Yeah, right. Anyway now the hat was going to decided where I went. Hope it puts me somewhere good. Dear god I'll put it through the shredder if it puts me in hufflepuff they are a bunch of barely adequate rejects that have nowhere else to go. Oops. I can be a bit of a bitch cant I. Oh well.

"Hmm... Miss Weasley I see your back. I always knew this day would come. Always. Hmm... Well Let's Get On With It. Yes? Hmm...Yes I see cunning, mischief, deceitfulness, brains and quite a lot of sark, just like those blasted twins, well like them again I suppose it better be SLYTHERIN!"

Ginny felt a wave of relief wash over her. Fred and George are Seventh Year Slytherins. But then you see that's why poor dear Ronnie-kins doesn't talk to them anymore, He says it's all part of being a good Gryffindor, I scoffed when I first heard him say that . Good Gryffindor my ass! (He's a sixth year Gryffindor with harry and Hermione, who incidentally love each other but are so self absorbed don't even realise. That is Ron and Hermione I am talking about. Not harry and Hermione Ron would personally make sure he died a horrible death.) And now I guess he won't talk to me either. I don't care. To be honest I may actually be kind of glad. Him and fucking Potter the legend. But then my thoughts got broke off by enthusiastic yells from my brothers, the amazingly fantastic Gred and Forge. Shit! They've got my saying that. I mean Fred and George. They just say Gred and Forge that much. What annoying nicknames.

"WOOHOO! Hell yeah baby! Come over here Gin! WOOOH!" The twins yelled, joyfully, in unison.

I Grinned. I love those two so much. Definitely my favourite brothers. I walked over to the table were my brother were yelling and all of them were clapping. There some stunned polite clapping from hufflepuff and ravenclaw. Though not much. And complete stunned silence from the gryffindors.

I arrived at the table and sat in the seat across from my brothers' seats which coincidentally happened to be next to Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and the Draco Malfoy. I love these guys! Apart from Draco. In my opinion he is as bad as, ugh, potter himself! And, from me, that is saying something. It is amazing that I once had a crush on Harry Potter. I am utterly disgusted in myself. I feel like I need a shower just thinking about the creepy fucking scum shit...! Ugh. Oh Well I'm with Blaise and Pans now. It's all cool.

"Hey Blaise! Hey Pans!" I said turning to my right where they were sat and grinning with mega enthusiasm at them. We shared a quick hug and manic grins then I turn to my left to face him.

"Draco." I said with a curt nod.

"Ginny." He replied his grey eyes as cold as ice.

The tension was so thick I don't even think a knife could cut it. The tension was always thick when it was me and Draco. Blaise would often call it "Sexual Tension". Then me and Draco would glare daggers at him. I swear if looks could kill that boy would be deader than that poor guy that got stretched so much it ripped all of his limbs out, that was out of Saw. It was utterly horrific. Blood, guts and horrendous pain. I LOVE THAT MOVIE! Who was not in Slytherin all my life again?

"Gin-Bug!" Fred Exclaimed. Effectively making all that tension vanish.

"How lovely it is-"George started.

"That you left that stupid prat-"Fred continued clearly indicating the prat as Ron.

"And joined us –"George carried on.

"IN SLYTHERIN!" They both exclaimed in a dramatic ending.

"Well Gred seems we were thinking the same thing there" George exclaimed turning to Fred.

"Why yes, yes it does forge!" Fred replied.

Blaise chuckled while Draco and Pansy both grinned like the blooming Cheshire cat and I smirked and rolled my eyes, acting like the true Slytherin even though I'd only been one like what three possibly four minutes while they have been Slytherins at least 6 years. This people need to learn. Its weird really all my friends are older than me apart from Luna, Luna Lovegood in Ravenclaw. She's Brilliant and nuts. She is brilliantly nuts. Yeah but other than her I used to, shudder, hang around with the "golden trio" and then there's Blaise, Pansy, Fred, George and Draco.

Authors Note: - Alright I get it might not be the best but it is my first one ever so you know but thanks for reading anyway. I'll have another one up really soon. Promise! :) Read and Review!

Heather – The Weasley Wonderess!