Chapter 1- the Opposition
"I'm coming Mum, 2 minutes!" yelled Ginny and continued stuffing what looked like a purple canopy and a black leather jacket, Percys of course, into her trunk. "Shit shit shit" she screamed as she ran to her dressed and stubbed her little toe on her desk. Pressing on her throbbing toe Ginny looked around her now bare room. It wasn't much her room, with the yellow painted walls, the large bay window that over looked the meadows behind the Burrows and her single bed with a pretty flowery duvet bed that lay in the middle of her room, but it was where she was most comfortable and able to absorb herself in her work without Hermione nosing around. Not that she minded Hermione but being with the 'Dreamteam' was exhausting. Constant missions and the bickering and just the atmosphere. Makes you feel lonely at times…
"GINNY!" HER Mums shriek came up the rickety stairs sending Ginny into supersonic as books were flung across her room and into the trunk.
"I'm here I'm here. Gosh." Ginny huffed three minutes and forty five seconds later with her trunk neatly shrunk and in her jeans pocket.
'I hope I sewed the pocket bottoms right, damn you Fred and George for having exploding snaps in your pockets!' Ginny thought, silently praying her sewing skills were better than her Mother let on.
"About time Gin, wouldn't wana miss the train again now would we harry!" grinned Ron, orange hair tousled and freckled face as shiny ad usual. And Hermione, her trademark bushy mane shoved in a messy bun with wisps of hair sprouting out. And Harry, stood in the middle of the two, a good foot shorter than Ron looking as handsome as usual with his inky hair trashed about and his glasses slightly bent looking deep in thought as usual. The 'Trio.' Her 'friends.' she had managed to get over her crush over the summer. After Harry went out with that hoe Cho. It was all good now.
The ride to Kingscross was the same; Dad attempting to work the gear box, failing and using a spell to get us there on time; Mum fussing over Dads lack of driving skills and ticking off all the things we should have packed; toothbrush, deodarant, robes, books, the right bras ("Mum please!" ~Ginny would plead); Harry, Ron and Hermione all bent in one corner of the car whispering away about some mad conspiracy or mission that they would dwelve into; and Ginny sitting behind Dad watching the Burrow grow smaller and smaller until you had to squint to make out the make shift 'antenna' Dad insisted on having to have what muggles called 'cable.' Ginny rolled her eyes at that.
"Ginny, when you bought in the laundry this morning, you didn't happen to come by my red undergarments did you?" Mum asked, her eyebrows knotted. Harry, Hermione and Ron turned to look at Ginny. She sighed. 'This is going to be a long ride.'
Safely tucked into one of the comfy train compartments, Ginny sat by the window overlooking the hills and greenery go by. Lunch was packed (courtesy of Mum of course) and suitcases made big again and stacked on the top shelfs.
"Just going to try and find Luna and Neville." Ginny said to the trio who were, as usual, heads bent whispering away about something. "I'm also going to have a foursome with Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy if anyone wants to join?" still no response. Unbe-fucking-liveable.
Just getting out of that room with them made her head lighter and the throb of a headache that threatened to explode pulled back to a dull pain. Now the hunt for Luna and Neville was on. She had grown close to Neville through Harry and Luna through Neville. Now whenever the trio shut the door in her face-literally shut it in her face- Ginny would seek out one or the other and actually feel included.
"Well look what the Griffin dragged in. A little Weaselette!" Ginny knew that smug tone anywhere. And with that smug tone was an equally smug face. The face of Draco bloody Malfoy all glammed up in his cleanly pressed robes with silver trimmings. People say his a handsome lad with his chiselled jaw line and cheekbones, and his husky grey eyes but Ginny just thought people needed to get their sight checked at St. Mungos. And that mop of his so needs a cutting. She thought as a long strand of silvery hair fell into Draco's eye which he ignored.
"What the hell do you want ferret!" she spat back, smirking in amusement at Malfoys grimace when Ginny saud the word 'ferret.'
"You filthy cow! Heard you and Pots called it quits then. Is likkle Ginevra going to cwy?" ergh worse thing than a Malfoy is a Malfoy attempting to imitate a child. It was true her and Harry had ended their short lived relationship. Something about protecting her and other commitments. Bullshit! It was that hoe! Everyone saw the way he still stared after her.
"Shurup Malfoy, you don't know anything." Ginny growled back.
"wow Weaselettes gone and grown a backbone! Just admit you couldn't satisfy that ba-"
"Drake, get your feathery arse back into this meeting. Now!" the voice of Pansy Parkinson filtered through the door behind Malfoy.
"Well run along then Ferret, your whores calling." Ginny smirked again. Damn Gin what's got into you?
"Why don't you come and meet her Red. Shes your type of bitch." Malfoy teased. Was he being for real or was he luring me in a trap? Might as well fight fire with fire.
"I don't see why not." Ginny blurted out suprising not only Malfoy but herself, which she recovered from quickly and barged past Malfoy and into the room.
It was swamped in green and silver with the slytherin insignia branded on each of the walls. The compartment looked massive compared to the one she had just come from. Must have used an enlarging charm. and plush black leather seats with four people seated on them; Blaise in all his handsome glory and sweeping robes that looked like it cost more than Ginnys entire wardrobe; Crabbe and Goyle stuffing cupcakes into their mouths as if in competition and Pansy Parkinson, with her face as breath taking as always,not looking as 'caked-up' as usual and her thick mane of chestnut hair running down her back in soft waves. She was attempting to stop Crabbe and Goyles food victims and wasn't scared incase the two brutes yammed her down as well.
"You big brutes! Hands off my cupcakes! Leave some for- Drake?" her pretty face scrunched up in thought, and then a second later her face lit up in recognition.
"Malfoy! I thought Parvati was a killer but a Weasley! Ginny Weasley! No offence Ginny." she turned to Ginny with a apologetic expression. "Lucius is going to skin you alive and shave that silvery mush you call hair right off if he finds out!" at the mention of his hair, Malfoys hand shot up to it, smoothing it down from its imaginary frizz. 'Mush? They definitely havent seen my bush rack then.' Ginny thought unconsciously tugging on a curl.
"Calm down Pansy." Malfoy stalked past Ginny and plucked himself down next to Pansy, sprawling out with his legs thrown over hers. "She chose to come in here herself. Ouch Pansy!" Pansy had shoved his long legs off of hers.
"Well that's ok then, hey Ginny, lemme properly and formally introduce myself. My name is Pansy Sapphire Parkinson. And just for the record, I would die if I were Drakes whore, and plus I think Marcus Flint would kill me." Ginny felt her face growing red. Shit she heard that? "And this is Blaise Zambini." Blaise stuck his hand out
"it's a pleasure Ginevra. wouldn't mind having you on our team." he said looking Ginny up and down with a gleam in his mahogany coloured eyes.
"easy there Blaise, I got dibs remember! Why don't you come sit next to me. Shove off next to Blaise Drake!" she shoved Malfoy, who rolled his eyes and moved over. "Cupcake? That is if Crabbe and Goyle have ate them all!" she said giving the two meaningful glares.
"No thanks Parkinson, and I'm fine standing here, wouldn't wana dirty you Slytherins precious furniture." Ginny spat without much malice. Were they all trying to be nice and then BAM smack her over the head with a diamond encrusted saucepan? Or was Parkinson actually being civil towards Ginny?
"were not all as stuck up as this one Ginny," she thumbed Malfoy. "in fact I wouldn't mind having another girl around to talk to. I always see you tagging along behind the trio with a lost look. You are always welcome to come sit with me anytime." she said with a burning, sincere look. Malfoy just rolled his eyes
"And she was yelling at me how I'm gonna be shaved dry."
"Thanks Parkinson, but no thanks. I have my friends." Ginny said turning and walking out of their compartment.