Queen of Hearts
Disclaimer- Hmm.let's see. Am I J. K. Rowling? NO! Wow, I bet we didn't expect that coming.these things are so stupid. Oh well, too bad for little Claresies over here.
Authors Note- (a/n) Ah, yes, finally I'm posting a fic! Yay! Ah, let's see. I love Draco/Ginny fics, so I'm supposing that's what this will be. Not much else to say. Tata! Enjoy! Oh, and don't forget to review, please please pleeeaasseee!! And I write really long chapters, just warning you.
Chapter One
Virginia Weasley sighed with content as she sat back into the plush, scarlet seats of the Hogwarts Express. She felt that familiar lurch of movement underneath her, as the steam engine surged forward. Slowly, the uneven rumblings of the train blended together as it sped away from platform 9 ¾, picking up speed. Ginny unlatched her trunk and pulled out A Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five from it, as well as her wand. She opened it up and began to read. She had read the entire thing already, a few days before, but she could never be too prepared for what her fifth year of Hogwarts would bring.
Suddenly, Ginny heard voices from outside her car, getting louder as they neared her. Listening intently, she immediately identified the voices as being those of three of her closest friends, one of which was her brother.
The compartment door slid open and in the doorway stood exactly who she had expected to come in- two boys, and a girl. The first boy, her brother, was tall and gangly, all arms and legs, with fiery red, almost orange hair and an explosion of freckles, giving him an extremely young appearance. The girl beside him was about a head shorter, with lots of bushy, brown curls that fell to the center of her back. Her nose was snub and her eyes were glittering with excitement at the moment. Beside her was another boy, just a bit taller than the girl, but not by much. A messy mop of black hair topped his head, and round glasses hid brilliantly green eyes. And on his forehead was a scar; it was in the shape of a lightning bolt. It was the scar that made him different from so many other children, and incredibly famous, for that matter. At the moment, the redhead and the girl were bickering loudly.
"For Gods sake, Hermione, what do you expect me to do? Just completely give up the sport? Just let our team continually lose so that I'd be kicked off as captain and chaser? I'd never do that!" He waved his free arm around him dramatically, his other one occupied by pulling a large trunk and owl cage behind him.
"Certainly not, Ron! I never said to do that, I just think you really should devote more of your time to doing schoolwork and not devising Quidditch strategies every five seconds." She suddenly paused, as her eyes fell on Ginny. They widened and her face split into a grin. "Ginny! We didn't see you here! Can we come in? All of the other compartments are full." Ginny didn't answer, because upon seeing his little sister, Ron had begun heaving his trunk in and stowing it away. Apparently he presumed she wouldn't have any objections.
It took the three sixth-years a while to put away all of their things, and the two empty seats were occupied by owl cages; one for Hedwig, Harry's snowy female owl, and the other by Pig, Ron's owl that he had gotten in third year. Sadly, the stupid little feather-ball's energy hadn't lessoned in the least, much to Ron's annoyance.
"Ooh, good job Ginny, I see you're reading ahead in your course books," Hermione said, nodding in Ginny's direction as she settled into her seat. She was sitting next to Ron, and immediately picked up Ron's hand and began examining his fingers. "Ron, you need to cut your fingernails, they're much too long, and you'll scratch the hell out of anybody."
Ron snatched his hand away and shot her a loathing look. "I think I can handle my own personal hygiene, thank you very much," he snapped. He then turned to Harry, who was sitting next to Hedwig's owl cage, which was in between him and Ginny. "So, do you reckon we'll beat Ravenclaw again? That was a really close match last time." The two of them soon became deeply immersed in Qudditch talk again, much to Hermione's dismay. So, she started conversation with Ginny.
"Gin, you don't think we'll have another ball again, do you?" she asked, wrapping one of her many brown curls lazily around her finger, as she stared out the window at the beautiful country scenery flashing by them. Ginny sighed.
"I certainly hope not. Last year was downright pathetic, me going with Neville again. One ball was enough, with him treading on my toes and giving me terribly sloppy kisses on the nose." She shuddered and closed her book, returning it and her wand to her trunk. Hermione smiled apologetically.
"Last year was all right.at least we had had a year of practice. I'm surprised Dumbledore thought it to be so fun that first year, so much that he decided to do it again. Oh well," she said, sighing wistfully. "At least I won't worry about having to find a partner," she said lovingly, sliding her arm through the crook of Ron's. She leaned against him and snuggled close. Ginny saw Ron grinning out of the corner of her eye, though he was still talking animatedly with Harry.
Ginny felt jealousy rise in her chest once again, as she watched Hermione lean up and kiss Ron sweetly on his cheek. He smiled and turned down to face her, running a hand through her curls. He whispered something, and turned back to Harry. Whatever he said had made Hermione laugh and blush.
Oh, how they were so lucky. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley- the perfect couple to everyone (except Malfoy, of course, who was bitter about everything). The year before, they had been horridly awkward with each other, and when the time for the ball finally came, Ron, stuttering and blushing furiously, had asked her to go with him. Hermione had been all to glad, of course; she had squealed flung herself onto him and kissed him full on the lips. Clearly, that was a 'yes.'
Harry had wrenched up his courage and asked Cho Chang, a sixth year that he had clearly fancied since third year, or so Ron said. Cho had said yes, of course, and Harry had returned to the Gryffindor common room that night absolutely ecstatic with glee, dancing about and telling everybody that would listen that he was sure she was secretly madly in love with him. And that raised another topic. Ginny's affection for him.
From the moment Ginny had seen him five years before on platform 9 ¾, when he had so politely asked how to get through the barrier, Ginny had thought him as an attractive boy, but hadn't thought twice about it. It wasn't until the year after, when she actually went to school with him that she fell head-over-heels for him. It was lucky, perhaps, that her brother was his best friend, because she got to see him so often. But in her mind, that just meant she just got to embarrass herself twice as frequently.
What she saw in him, her friends didn't know. Ginny saw a gallant, brave boy who repeatedly put himself in danger; once, to save her. She saw someone who was intelligent, innocent and yet strong, with emerald eyes that sparkled with he laughed with Ron or Hermione. She saw a passionate boy who was orphaned as a baby, lived with horrible Muggles and who Voldemort was out to kill, but still, he did his best to be nice to others.
The train lurched suddenly, jerking Ginny out of her thoughts. She looked around the compartment hurriedly, and noticed that she must have been daydreaming for longer than she thought. Hermione was curled up with her head in Ron's lap, sound asleep. Ron was staring blankly out the window, the scenery reflected in his clear eyes, his fingers toying with Hermione's hair gently. Harry was leaning against the wall, tapping his knee with his fingers, his eyelids drooping. At once, Ginny knew why everyone was so tired.
The night before, in the Burrow, the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione had stayed up long past midnight, celebrating. Mrs. Weasley was out, and what they were celebrating about, no one knew, perhaps they had just wanted to laugh and drink butterbeer and go absolutely wild for hours on end. There had been violent games of wizards chess, people flying over the house on broomsticks, and lots of things exploding, due to Fred and George's practical jokes. Fred and George were out of Hogwarts, and had saved the one thousand Galleons that Harry had given them at the end of their fourth year, and had started a joke shop- Wesley's Wizarding Wheezes in Diagon Alley.
Ginny felt the train slow down, and looked out the window. The sun was setting, drenching the sky in a deep inky purple as the glowing orange ball inched slowly behind the dark trees. Finally, the express came to a slow and silent halt. Ginny stood and pulled her cloak from her trunk; she had changed into her Hogwarts robes just after she had come onto the train. Hermione, Ron and Harry groggily did the same, fastening the black material securely at their throats.
The sharp, icy air whipped Ginny's hair and cloak back as she stepped out of the car. Shivering, she looked around for some of her friends, with whom she could sit in the horseless carriages with on the way to the school. She saw none. Sighing heavily, the usual heavy feeling of lonesomeness settling on her heart like a weight, as she watched Harry, Ron and Hermione walk away, Ron with his arm tightly around Hermione, who was laughing. She shrugged and trudged behind the loud, chattering crowd towards the carriages. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name. She turned around, her hair whirling in her face, to see Emma Peters running towards her.
Emma was one of her few friends. She was a fourth year Gryffindor, with thick and bouncy dark curls that went only above her shoulders. Her eyes were big and brown, she was short and had a very small amount of freckles that dusted the top of her nose. Ginny grinned to see her.
"Ginny! Finally I found you! I was looking all over for you in the train.oh, here's an empty carriage, hurry, Ginny," Emma said, grabbing Ginny's hand and pulling her into a carriage. The small lamp dangling from the ceiling swung violently as Emma stepped into it, with Ginny close behind her. They were about to shut the door when they heard someone yelling, "No, stop!" They opened it wider to see Morgan Fetherton crawling in.
"Morgan! How are you?" Emma cried gleefully as Morgan shut the door securely behind her. She sat down next to Ginny and brushed her straight black hair from her face.
Morgan was a Gryffindor fifth year, like Ginny, and was another of Ginny's friends. She was a tall, thin and pale girl, with brilliantly blue eyes and straight, raven-black hair that fell to the small of her back. Her hair was usually in braids, swung behind her shoulders.
"Oh, just fine, thanks," Morgan said, smiling around at the two girls. "I hope you two have had a just fabulous summer," she said brightly. Ginny tried to return the enthusiasm.
"Yes, just spiffing, with Ron and Hermione running around hand in hand everywhere, kissing each other's cheeks.goodness, no matter where I went, I couldn't get time to myself! I went into my room to see the two lovers at it, ravishingly making out on my bed!" She grimaced, quite unhappy. Morgan frowned and turned to Emma, who looked just as lost.
"Oh, Ginny, we're sorry.maybe you can." She was cut off, because the carriage stopped abruptly, and the door swung automatically open. The three girls crawled out, and gazed up, still mystified at its beauty, at the front doors of Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Disclaimer- Hmm.let's see. Am I J. K. Rowling? NO! Wow, I bet we didn't expect that coming.these things are so stupid. Oh well, too bad for little Claresies over here.
Authors Note- (a/n) Ah, yes, finally I'm posting a fic! Yay! Ah, let's see. I love Draco/Ginny fics, so I'm supposing that's what this will be. Not much else to say. Tata! Enjoy! Oh, and don't forget to review, please please pleeeaasseee!! And I write really long chapters, just warning you.
Chapter One
Virginia Weasley sighed with content as she sat back into the plush, scarlet seats of the Hogwarts Express. She felt that familiar lurch of movement underneath her, as the steam engine surged forward. Slowly, the uneven rumblings of the train blended together as it sped away from platform 9 ¾, picking up speed. Ginny unlatched her trunk and pulled out A Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five from it, as well as her wand. She opened it up and began to read. She had read the entire thing already, a few days before, but she could never be too prepared for what her fifth year of Hogwarts would bring.
Suddenly, Ginny heard voices from outside her car, getting louder as they neared her. Listening intently, she immediately identified the voices as being those of three of her closest friends, one of which was her brother.
The compartment door slid open and in the doorway stood exactly who she had expected to come in- two boys, and a girl. The first boy, her brother, was tall and gangly, all arms and legs, with fiery red, almost orange hair and an explosion of freckles, giving him an extremely young appearance. The girl beside him was about a head shorter, with lots of bushy, brown curls that fell to the center of her back. Her nose was snub and her eyes were glittering with excitement at the moment. Beside her was another boy, just a bit taller than the girl, but not by much. A messy mop of black hair topped his head, and round glasses hid brilliantly green eyes. And on his forehead was a scar; it was in the shape of a lightning bolt. It was the scar that made him different from so many other children, and incredibly famous, for that matter. At the moment, the redhead and the girl were bickering loudly.
"For Gods sake, Hermione, what do you expect me to do? Just completely give up the sport? Just let our team continually lose so that I'd be kicked off as captain and chaser? I'd never do that!" He waved his free arm around him dramatically, his other one occupied by pulling a large trunk and owl cage behind him.
"Certainly not, Ron! I never said to do that, I just think you really should devote more of your time to doing schoolwork and not devising Quidditch strategies every five seconds." She suddenly paused, as her eyes fell on Ginny. They widened and her face split into a grin. "Ginny! We didn't see you here! Can we come in? All of the other compartments are full." Ginny didn't answer, because upon seeing his little sister, Ron had begun heaving his trunk in and stowing it away. Apparently he presumed she wouldn't have any objections.
It took the three sixth-years a while to put away all of their things, and the two empty seats were occupied by owl cages; one for Hedwig, Harry's snowy female owl, and the other by Pig, Ron's owl that he had gotten in third year. Sadly, the stupid little feather-ball's energy hadn't lessoned in the least, much to Ron's annoyance.
"Ooh, good job Ginny, I see you're reading ahead in your course books," Hermione said, nodding in Ginny's direction as she settled into her seat. She was sitting next to Ron, and immediately picked up Ron's hand and began examining his fingers. "Ron, you need to cut your fingernails, they're much too long, and you'll scratch the hell out of anybody."
Ron snatched his hand away and shot her a loathing look. "I think I can handle my own personal hygiene, thank you very much," he snapped. He then turned to Harry, who was sitting next to Hedwig's owl cage, which was in between him and Ginny. "So, do you reckon we'll beat Ravenclaw again? That was a really close match last time." The two of them soon became deeply immersed in Qudditch talk again, much to Hermione's dismay. So, she started conversation with Ginny.
"Gin, you don't think we'll have another ball again, do you?" she asked, wrapping one of her many brown curls lazily around her finger, as she stared out the window at the beautiful country scenery flashing by them. Ginny sighed.
"I certainly hope not. Last year was downright pathetic, me going with Neville again. One ball was enough, with him treading on my toes and giving me terribly sloppy kisses on the nose." She shuddered and closed her book, returning it and her wand to her trunk. Hermione smiled apologetically.
"Last year was all right.at least we had had a year of practice. I'm surprised Dumbledore thought it to be so fun that first year, so much that he decided to do it again. Oh well," she said, sighing wistfully. "At least I won't worry about having to find a partner," she said lovingly, sliding her arm through the crook of Ron's. She leaned against him and snuggled close. Ginny saw Ron grinning out of the corner of her eye, though he was still talking animatedly with Harry.
Ginny felt jealousy rise in her chest once again, as she watched Hermione lean up and kiss Ron sweetly on his cheek. He smiled and turned down to face her, running a hand through her curls. He whispered something, and turned back to Harry. Whatever he said had made Hermione laugh and blush.
Oh, how they were so lucky. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley- the perfect couple to everyone (except Malfoy, of course, who was bitter about everything). The year before, they had been horridly awkward with each other, and when the time for the ball finally came, Ron, stuttering and blushing furiously, had asked her to go with him. Hermione had been all to glad, of course; she had squealed flung herself onto him and kissed him full on the lips. Clearly, that was a 'yes.'
Harry had wrenched up his courage and asked Cho Chang, a sixth year that he had clearly fancied since third year, or so Ron said. Cho had said yes, of course, and Harry had returned to the Gryffindor common room that night absolutely ecstatic with glee, dancing about and telling everybody that would listen that he was sure she was secretly madly in love with him. And that raised another topic. Ginny's affection for him.
From the moment Ginny had seen him five years before on platform 9 ¾, when he had so politely asked how to get through the barrier, Ginny had thought him as an attractive boy, but hadn't thought twice about it. It wasn't until the year after, when she actually went to school with him that she fell head-over-heels for him. It was lucky, perhaps, that her brother was his best friend, because she got to see him so often. But in her mind, that just meant she just got to embarrass herself twice as frequently.
What she saw in him, her friends didn't know. Ginny saw a gallant, brave boy who repeatedly put himself in danger; once, to save her. She saw someone who was intelligent, innocent and yet strong, with emerald eyes that sparkled with he laughed with Ron or Hermione. She saw a passionate boy who was orphaned as a baby, lived with horrible Muggles and who Voldemort was out to kill, but still, he did his best to be nice to others.
The train lurched suddenly, jerking Ginny out of her thoughts. She looked around the compartment hurriedly, and noticed that she must have been daydreaming for longer than she thought. Hermione was curled up with her head in Ron's lap, sound asleep. Ron was staring blankly out the window, the scenery reflected in his clear eyes, his fingers toying with Hermione's hair gently. Harry was leaning against the wall, tapping his knee with his fingers, his eyelids drooping. At once, Ginny knew why everyone was so tired.
The night before, in the Burrow, the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione had stayed up long past midnight, celebrating. Mrs. Weasley was out, and what they were celebrating about, no one knew, perhaps they had just wanted to laugh and drink butterbeer and go absolutely wild for hours on end. There had been violent games of wizards chess, people flying over the house on broomsticks, and lots of things exploding, due to Fred and George's practical jokes. Fred and George were out of Hogwarts, and had saved the one thousand Galleons that Harry had given them at the end of their fourth year, and had started a joke shop- Wesley's Wizarding Wheezes in Diagon Alley.
Ginny felt the train slow down, and looked out the window. The sun was setting, drenching the sky in a deep inky purple as the glowing orange ball inched slowly behind the dark trees. Finally, the express came to a slow and silent halt. Ginny stood and pulled her cloak from her trunk; she had changed into her Hogwarts robes just after she had come onto the train. Hermione, Ron and Harry groggily did the same, fastening the black material securely at their throats.
The sharp, icy air whipped Ginny's hair and cloak back as she stepped out of the car. Shivering, she looked around for some of her friends, with whom she could sit in the horseless carriages with on the way to the school. She saw none. Sighing heavily, the usual heavy feeling of lonesomeness settling on her heart like a weight, as she watched Harry, Ron and Hermione walk away, Ron with his arm tightly around Hermione, who was laughing. She shrugged and trudged behind the loud, chattering crowd towards the carriages. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name. She turned around, her hair whirling in her face, to see Emma Peters running towards her.
Emma was one of her few friends. She was a fourth year Gryffindor, with thick and bouncy dark curls that went only above her shoulders. Her eyes were big and brown, she was short and had a very small amount of freckles that dusted the top of her nose. Ginny grinned to see her.
"Ginny! Finally I found you! I was looking all over for you in the train.oh, here's an empty carriage, hurry, Ginny," Emma said, grabbing Ginny's hand and pulling her into a carriage. The small lamp dangling from the ceiling swung violently as Emma stepped into it, with Ginny close behind her. They were about to shut the door when they heard someone yelling, "No, stop!" They opened it wider to see Morgan Fetherton crawling in.
"Morgan! How are you?" Emma cried gleefully as Morgan shut the door securely behind her. She sat down next to Ginny and brushed her straight black hair from her face.
Morgan was a Gryffindor fifth year, like Ginny, and was another of Ginny's friends. She was a tall, thin and pale girl, with brilliantly blue eyes and straight, raven-black hair that fell to the small of her back. Her hair was usually in braids, swung behind her shoulders.
"Oh, just fine, thanks," Morgan said, smiling around at the two girls. "I hope you two have had a just fabulous summer," she said brightly. Ginny tried to return the enthusiasm.
"Yes, just spiffing, with Ron and Hermione running around hand in hand everywhere, kissing each other's cheeks.goodness, no matter where I went, I couldn't get time to myself! I went into my room to see the two lovers at it, ravishingly making out on my bed!" She grimaced, quite unhappy. Morgan frowned and turned to Emma, who looked just as lost.
"Oh, Ginny, we're sorry.maybe you can." She was cut off, because the carriage stopped abruptly, and the door swung automatically open. The three girls crawled out, and gazed up, still mystified at its beauty, at the front doors of Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.