Chapter Two

Andy shivered as the cold morning air brushed against her skin. She had just taken an ice cold shower in order to wake herself up and was seriously regretting having given up coffee. She purred as she dried off with her fluffy towel and slipped into her nice warm robe and Spongebob Squarepants slippers.

"Now I'm wide awake and ready to take on the world. I'm ready! I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready…" she sing-songed while doing a weird jig, mimicking everyone's favourite sponge.

Andy's mirth soon disappeared as she began dressing for school. She tried to pick up her socks, but they ran away from her. She frowned and tried to pick up another pair, but it too ran away. Her frown deepened even more as her uniform joined in the fray. Soon, she was chasing every item of clothing she owned around her room.

"Come back here stupid clothes! "she yelled, chasing them around the room while she unsuccessfully tried to grab them.

Just then, her roommate entered the room. Suddenly, her clothes seized the opportunity and ran through the door. Andy tried to at least catch an oversized t-shirt but it got away.

"Damn! Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!" Andy swore as she slumped to the floor in defeat.

"What the bloody hell's going on?" her roommate Eleanor Langley demanded, eyeing the runaway clothes and a defeated Andy.

"I'm going to kill them! They're going to die a slow, horrible, painful death! I'LL KILL 'EM!" Andy yelled, clenching her fists tightly.

"The clothes? You're a prize nutter Huntington. Here. You can borrow these until they return." Eleanor offered her a blouse and a skirt.

"Thanks." Andy replied, reaching for the clothes. But as soon as her hand neared the clothes, they fled and clung to Eleanor. Eleanor burst into laughter and Andy shot daggers at her, swearing once again to avenge herself.

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"So let me get this straight…your clothes….no, clothes in general were terrified of you?" asked Drew as he, Ginny and Andy walked to class.

"Yes. My damn robe was the only thing I could wear. I think they charmed all the clothes in the entire house!" Andy replied tersely.

"That's hilarious!" said Drew, consumed by a fit of laughter.

"It's not funny!" Andy growled.

"Yes it bloody is! I wish I could've been there to see you chasing your clothes!" said Ginny laughing as well.

"Ooh…I hate the two of you. I really appreciate your support. Thanks a lot!" Andy spat.

"Aww…c'mon Andy. You have to admit….it sounds pretty funny." said Drew, placing his arm around her. Andy shot him a murderous glare but soon began to laugh as she imagined the morning's spectacle.

"You're right. It is funny when you think about it. But I'm going to get my revenge. " Andy admitted with a smirk.

Damn Sleazy Slytherins! What happened to house loyalty? You've crossed the line. This means war!

"Didn't you feel…odd? I mean you were walking around starkers under that robe for Merlin's sake!" Ginny inquired.

"Not really. It was kind of…freeing." Andy answered, twirling dramatically.

"Says the girl who chased her clothes around her room." Drew quipped.

"Shut up Drew! But I got things under control and now I'm ready to do some damage. " Andy swatted his shoulder as they walked off to their various classes.

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Ginny strolled down the corridors, her nose buried in a textbook. She was taking Advanced Potions and Snape was thrice as hard on her so she wanted to be on the ball when he picked on…no, attacked her in class again. She had to go above and beyond Hermione-esque studiousness if she was ever to have any semblance of peace in Snape's class. So engrossed was she in the book that she didn't notice an advancing Draco. She gasped when she collided with him and fell to the floor.

"Well, if it isn't the Weaselette. Still wearing those hand-me-downs I see. One could easily mistake you for a lowly house elf… especially since you're on your knees giving the floor a good scrub. "Draco sneered as she gathered her scattered belongings.

She had crashed into a wall…Draco Malfoy to be exact. Why her? The gods could be so cruel at times!

Ginny scoffed and scrutinized him from head to toe and rolled her eyes. She walked around him and left him staring at her in confusion. He was expecting the usual verbal assault but was disappointed. It was like she had deemed him unworthy… and it galled him. How dare she? How dare the little filth treat a Malfoy in such a manner?

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Ginny sighed as she sat on a bench beside Andy in the schoolyard. As soon as Andy asked how she was doing she began to rant. She had run into that smarmy git Malfoy. She had wanted to injure Malfoy so badly but had restrained herself…which was a gargantuan effort. She had been sorely tempted to slip back into the old routine of exchanging barbs and slurs with probably a well-landed kick to his groin to finish things off, but she wasn't going to stoop to his level. No…not her. This was a whole new Ginny… a collected, even-tempered Ginny. No more flying off the handle!

The wheels in Andy's head began to turn as she listened to the irritated Ginny. Somehow she felt the relationship between Ginny and Malfoy was more about sexual tension than unadulterated, feudal hate…or maybe that was her closet romantic side rearing its head. Didn't matter…she was going to get those two together if it killed them…if not in the name of romance then in the name of ennui and entertainment.