That is NOT my shoulder!

A/N: I decided to write this as a form of therapy and I kind of liked it so I thought I would try posting it. This is from Ginny's POV just for clarity's sake. Syd is an OC so yeah…anyway reviews are appreciated almost as much as reads!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter obviously. If I did then Hermione and Ginny would be together, Luna and Cho would be a couple, and Harry and Ron would be snogging each other senseless. Alas this is not true so thus we have to content ourselves with the boring old hetro ships.

"See you mum, dad!" I cry over my shoulder as I rush to catch the soon departing train. The Hogwarts Express is already bellowing out steam, screeching the final whistle, which translates to 'you have five seconds or we're leaving your late ass behind'.

Damn them. You'd think the way they carry on that I'd never done this before. It's my fourth year for Merlin's sake! Exasperated, I just manage to lug my overstuffed trunk (Why'd I agree to let mum pack for me) onto the car before the engine begins moving. Safely in transit upon the annual train to my magical education, I allow myself a moment's rest slumped against a closed compartment door. What would I have done if their fussing HAD made me miss the train? Would mum and dad have had to drop me off at school like some muggle child on her first day of preschool? I shudder visibly at the thought of the taunting from Fred and George that would have warranted. They'd never let me hear the end of it…then again maybe I could have stolen the old Ford Anglia like Ron and Harry did second year. Now THAT would have been an entrance. I certainly wouldn't be a twit like my idiotic brother and crash the thing into a giant extremely aggressive tree. Only Ron would get beaten up by a plant!

Howling in laughter at the memory, I fail to notice the compartment door behind me suddenly whip open. I lose my balance as all the weight I had settled on the door propelled me backwards into the now empty space behind me. Flailing in a vain attempt to remain erect, I end up falling and landing on something….soft. Well if I don't have the most perfect luck! Fell right onto a giant pillow. Wonder what its doing here? Ah well all I know is that its soooft!

I snuggle my face a bit into the plush pillow only to hear a loud cough to my left. I open my eyes and turn my face in the direction to see a blue-eyed gangly pipsqueak I've never seen before looking at me with a mixture of reprimand and amusement. It is at this exact moment that I realize that the pillow beneath me is kind of springy…and warm. My growing sense of foreboding is confirmed as I look above my head at meet uncomfortable gaze of the girl upon whose chest I am resting. Fuck fuck FUCK!

I lay frozen in pure mortification until the same little snot-rag who had coughed before taunted, "If you are quite done sexually assaulting that girl, would you mind kindly getting off her?"

Now really embarrassed, I frantically try to stand as my face begins to match my flaming hair. Unfortunately, I had managed to tip my trunk over onto the girl's and my entangled legs rendering myself unable to stand no matter now hard I flail. I try flipping around to push the trunk off myself, yet its enormous bulk is too much for me while I'm trapped in such an awkward position.

"Need help pervy?" inquires the snotrag none too innocently. I glare at the insolent brat, wishing every kind of painful mortifying death upon him. I swear if I had my wand I might just even go so far as to use the Crutiatus curse on this little prick! My sudden disgust that I could think such a malicious thing forces my anger to subside a bit. After all I did fall on his friend, I would probably be an ass too if someone fell on Hermione like that. Hell, I'd beat the shit out of them, screw talking. I lie back down to signal surrender and watch as the snot-rag walk smirking over to my toppled trunk. He managed to lug the heavy trunk off both of us and just barely tip it back onto the push cart.

"And here I thought perverts were light packers since they often have to make a quick getaway. Bring your own entertainment or something?" smirked the prick, his ice-blue eyes dancing with laughter at his own bad joke. On second thought….now what was the wrist movement for that curse…" This lovely train of thought was interrupted by a soft confident voice right behind me.

"Now Damien, I'm sure you don't mean that. After all it does take one to know one and to be honest you haven't got the chops to even pose as a perv. Now apologize to the nice girl." Startled by the voice, I turn to discover the girl I had accidentally mistaken for a pillow grinning easily toward me and dusting herself off. She stares, amused, at the snot-rag (So his name's Damien…fitting) who now looks quite put out. "Awe come on, you're being too easy on her. I mean she did jump you and proceed to bury her face in your…well...um...you know…"

Determined to clear this whole thing up I hurriedly explain "I didn't mean to swear! I was just leaning up against the compartment door to catch my breath when the door burst open! I lost my balance and I just sort of fell. I am so sorry I fell on top of you and I totally didn't mean to fall in such an…um…awkward place"

"You sure seemed comfortable enough once you got there though…" scoffed Damien. "I though she was a pillow…" I assert feebly. A round of loud insane laughter erupts above my lowered eyes. I lift them to see the girl now laughing so hard she is clutching her sides, tears streaming down her face.

"A pillow!" She gasps between laughing fits, "Well I guess I should be flattered. It a nice compliment after all despite the circumstances." I only become a deeper shade of red. I am past the intensity of my own hair and am taking a run at putting fire trucks, even emergency beacons to shame. I simply stand there with Damien glaring at me until the girl begins to regain some control of herself. Finally she stops shaking and wipes the tears from her eyes, turning to look at me.

"Sorry about that. I have an overly inflated sense of humor. But I guess since we've already gotten to know each other so closely, the only proper thing to do now is to introduce ourselves. The name's Sydney Thomas."

"Ginny Weasley" I said quickly as I loosely grasp her out stretched hand, looking her directly in the eye for the first time since this whole nightmare began. And for the third time that day I freeze. My heart actually stops beating, because the eyes I am looking into are a clear firm sea green ringed in a blue as deep as the ocean. Because the hair that falls playfully into those eyes is a sun streaked chestnut that is cropped short, sticking up artfully in back and ending in long sloping bangs. Because that hair frames a face whose high cheekbones and angular features, from strong pointed chin to the gently sloping nose to the perfectly white square teeth, make her seem almost inhuman. In short, I am staring into the face of an angel, a goddess even. I stand there dumfounded as I can only imagine what kinds of emotion race across my face. Whatever expression I wear must be frightful, because suddenly those sea glass eyes cloud over with concern.

"Hey I was only joking. Don't worry, I know it was an accident." soothed Sydney, her hands now gently rubbing my own.

"Huh what." I awake from my daze jarringly and laugh feebly. "Oh, no problem. I knew that…so anyway I better get going. I have to meet up with some people and get settled in." Sydney appears unconvinced, but just sighs and smiles brightly.

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead. And seriously don't worry about it. I can honestly say I've never meet a person in such an…interesting way before." She smirks as I back quickly out of the compartment and grasp the handle of the trolley. Damien continues to glare at me. Just as I was about to sprint off and retain what little dignity I had left, Sydney come to the door and grasps my arm as I turn. I freeze at the touch and incline my head slightly back towards her.

"It truly was nice to meet you Ginny," she insists shyly but firmly, squeezing my arm for emphasis.

"Yeah, you too Sydney." I assent shakily trying very hard not to collapse as my body turns to jelly. Sydney flashes a crooked smile as she removes her hand, my skins stinging a bit at the lose of contact.

"Call me Syd!" she insists and then quietly closes the door. I stood there for a minute or two staring at the silent compartment door.

"Syd…." I whisper quietly to myself. Shit…

Phew..wrote that in like an hour. Oh and for your information the whole falling on someone awkward situation thing actually happened to me. My friend has yet to let me live it down…