"Can I do your hair before we go back?" Millificent asked turning to Ginevra in the ladies room.
Ginevra groaned, but a smile graced her face too quickly.
"I've never had anybody offer to do my hair. Well, someone that knew anything about it." Ginevra grinned.
Millificent pulled out her wand and transfigured a sheet of toilet paper into a hair brush. She cast a few spells on it and pulled it through Ginevra's hair. It made it shiny to the touch, and without the fly aways that she gained from the wind and shopping in the warm store. She pulled it in a pony tail, then braided a part of the back section to wrap it around to hide the band. They left arm and arm laughing.
"About time!" Zambini said as they stepped into the compartment. His eyes went wide when he saw Ginevra glowing with happiness and confidence.
"You look very nice Ginevra." Crabbe smiled crookedly. Not like Harry Potter so much, but more like the special boy living down your street.
"Very." Draco said as all the men stood to greet them. After Millificent and Ginevra sat down, so did they.
"I know why we are here early." Ginevra said.
"Why?" They asked curiously.
"Resorting." Ginevra whispered.
"Is that why they didn't select any new prefects?" Draco asked curiously.
"I assume so." Ginevra answered.
"Why?" Goyle asked.
"Dumbledore said that a lot of people asked to be placed in certain houses, without actually fitting there. So, he's making the hat do it again and not allowing people to have an input." She answered without missing a beat.
"So, does that mean that some of us won't be in the same dorm?" Evelyn asked.
"Probably. He says that over sixty percent are not in the right house. He hopes by doing this it will open our eyes and see each other, not our houses. Obviously, if your best friend is in a different house, you would still talk to them right?" Ginevra continued. A few of them shifted in their seats uncomfortably.
"Huh." Was all Crabbe grunted.
Millificent read a quiz out of Witch Weekly to Evelyn and Ginevra who voiced their answers, and tallied the marks.
"Evelyn, according to Witch Weekly, you are primarily a blond, and secondary a redhead." Millificent smiled as she waved her wand, causing her dark brown hair to change to a strawberry blond.
"Thanks, I don't care much for highlights!" Evelyn laughed after she pulled out a mirror.
"Ginevra, you are suppose to have brown hair, and your secondary color is black." She waved the wand again, and Ginevra shot out for the mirror.
Everyone laughed at her reaction, but inwardly adoring the hair. It made her stand apart from the family who neglected her.
"That is a lot better." Zambini said not taking his eyes off of her.
"You just say that because you dislike my family." Ginevra muttered not taking her eyes off her reflection. She pulled out her hair and ran her fingers through it.
"You're right, but you are not like them. We see that." He mumbled. Ginevra shot a curious glance at him and back at Millificent.
"Ahh, now that attention is back on me, I am suppose to be a red head, with black as my secondary color." She waved her wand at herself. Ginevra's hands pushed the mirror to her quickly.
"You look amazing." Ginevra said in shock. The burgundy hair with the black highlights made her look even more beautiful than the witch on the color of the magazine.
"Don't I always?" She asked seriously.
"True, but I don't think you can top that." Draco agreed.
"Then I'll keep it. How about you two?" She asked taking in the appearance.
"For a week or so I suppose. It would be nice for a change." Evelyn shrugged.
"Longer." Crabbe smiled.
"Maybe." She grinned. "Unless, you are just being a nice cousin."
"No, he's not." Zambini smiled.
"Ginevra?" Millificent asked.
"No." She said.
"Why?" Zambini asked confused. "You look breathtaking.
She merely mumbled, but "brother" was clearly heard.
"If he says anything, he'll have to answer to us." Draco spat angrily.
"Draco, really that isn't necessary." Ginevra sighed as she looked out the window.
"Ginevra, I am serious! Do you really think we are going to sit here and let him trod all over you anymore?!" Draco said rising.
He must of been heard outside, because three people burst in the door.
"Ginny! What the hell are you doing in here? Is Malferret hurting you? We heard him in the hall yelling at you!" Harry said rushing in.
"Get the bloody hell out Scarhead!" Malfoy spat blocking his way to Ginevra.
"Ginny, come on, we are here to help you." Hermoine said peeking her head around the two standing guys.
"She clearly doesn't need your help, Draco was offering to help her. Obviously you are not as smart as you thought you were. He yelled 'Do you really think we are going to sit here and let him trod all over you anymore'. Did he not?" Zambini said finally lying back against the back of his seat with his hands behind his head grinning.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR!?!?" Ron hollered after he pulled Hermoine out of the way. "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!"
"Do NOT take that tone with her Weasel." Draco spat.
"And why would you care?" Harry said in disbelief.
Draco whipped out his wand, and the rest of the group stood. Ginevra stared in disbelief between the two groups.
"Come on Ginny, we are getting you out of here." Ron said sticking his wand-free hand out to her.
"No." She said looking at him. She always saw them three sticking up for each other, but they only did that for her if she was doing something they didn't like.
"Did they curse you?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"No. Just let me be. Like you always do." Ginevra said sitting back down and stared out the window.
"If you don't I'm telling mum." Ron threatened.
"And tell her what? That I was talking to people who listened to what I said. Yeah, that'll go over real well." She said sarcastically.
"Ginny, please." Ron pleaded. "They are Death Eaters, I just don't want to see you get hurt again. Like last time."
She rose and turned to face her brother. "My name is Ginevra. And last time was all your fought! My favorite brother neglected me when I needed him most. So I turned to the diary. I wrote in it all year! I tried to talk to you, but you CONSTANTLY pushed me away for the mudblood and the boy-who-won't-die!" Ginevra shouted. Her mouth dropped in shame and guilt. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that last part." She said quickly.
"MY FAULT!? HOW THE HELL IS IT MY FAULT!?" Ron screamed.
"I CHOSE Gryffindor thinking we would still be close. Clearly I was wrong." Ginevra said defiantly.
"With a sister like you, no wonder I chose my friends. You are fraternizing with the son of the evil prick who gave it to you! And it was MY friend and I that SAVED you!" Ron retorted angrily.
Hermoine and Harry just stared on in complete disbelief.
"I really think she's under a spell." Hermoine said clearly.
"SAVED!? Do you think that I didn't know what was going to happen. Perhaps, I was ready to die." Ginevra said as she turned around and sat down. "Please, just leave me be. Like you always do."
Ron stormed out angrily.
"Boy-who-won't-die? I thought I knew you. Clearly, I was wrong." Harry said crestfallen and left, but not before a tear fell down his cheek.
"I know some thing is up, and I will help you." Hermoine said in her know-it-all motherly voice.
"That Hermoine, is incorrect. Ginevra was happy for the first time in years, and you three came and ruined it." Millificent said as she pushed her out the door, and locked it.
Zambini was in her spot next to Ginevra holding her as she cried. "Stupid gits" was all they could make out.
Evelyn performed a cheering charm on her, and immediately Ginevra laughed.
"Thanks Evelyn. Not the right type of joy, but it's the thought that counts." Ginevra said turning to hug her.
She turned and saw Draco and Millificent sitting next to each other. They were clearly giving her the it's-not-over look. Ginevra nodded.
"So, since he already knows, are you going to keep your hair?" Millificent laughed trying to lighten the mood.
Millificent pulled Ginny over, and redid her hair. A few others pulled out various games and they passed the rest of the trip quite amicably. All fights and animosity forgotten.
