Change
Intro:
Ginny stared out the window, watching the sceanery change as they neared Hogwarts. A tear slid down her cheek just as it started to sprinkle. Why did they leave me behind? I could have gone off to fight in the battle, too! Ginny kicked the seat across from her. I hate Harry!
Just then, a cold, but familiar, voice tore her away from her thoughts. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the littlest weasel. And look, she's all alone too!" Draco smirked at her from his position at the compartment doorway with his cronies shadowing him, as always.
"Oh, piss off Malfoy!" Ginny shouted at him with pure fury raging behind her hazel eyes. She hated him so much! Yes, Harry had left her behind, along with Hermione and Ron, but she wasn't going to tell Draco Malfoy why she had distanced herself from her other friends as well. Ginny had changed over the summer, and she wasn't going to let anyone stand in her way.
"Tsk, tsk. You shouldn't talk to me in such a disrespectful manner. I will, however, let you slide just this once." Draco slid into the compartment with such grace that Ginny couldn't help herself but to envy. After removing the green sweatshirt that Ginny had taken off after entering the compartment from the seat, he sat down in front of her.
"I shall talk to you in whatever manner I please! And what do think you're doing? This is my compartment!" said Ginny, her temper rising.
"Last time I checked, this was a free country. Anyway, this is my favorite compartment," Draco replied, watching as the Weasley's face started to turn a bright shade of pink.
"Well, last time I checked, you weren't suppose to go around killing people! Thanks to you, Dumbledore is dead! And I very well doubt that this, out of all the compartments on the train, is your favorite!" Ginny said, starting to feel completely outraged at the annoying, yet rather sexy, Slytherin sitting in front of her. Wait! Rewind! Did I just think of Draco Malfoy as a sexy Slytherin? I must be losing my mind! Ginny shook her head from side to side, trying to fling her traitorous thoughts away.
"For your information, I was under the imperious curse. I would never willingly kill the headmaster, no matter what my father tells me," Draco hissed, with a look in his eyes that Ginny had never seen before.
"I bet you were," Ginny whispered under her breath.
All of a sudden, Draco's hand shot out and wrapped around Ginny's delicate throat. She tried to yell for help, but only a pathetic little whimper of pain was released. It was then that she realized that Draco's cronies had closed the door and left. Ginny felt fear for the first time in years. She hadn't felt this terrified since Tom had possessed her in her first year. She squirmed, trying to get free of this maniac's grasp.
Draco leaned forward, his lips hovering above her skin near her ear. "I am not a killer, Ginerva Weasley. And you would do well not to offend me even further, for you shall suffer the consequences if you do."
Ginny gasped for air as Draco loosened his grip on her. She lifted her hand to slap him, but she was not quick enough. He caught her hand and twisted her wrist. Draco shoved her against the wall like a child who was done with a toy. He exited the compartment, and she was once again alone.