Once they were on the Hogwarts express, everyone felt more at ease, away from Molly's fretting and Arthur's words of advise. Molly saw them off with a promise to owl Dumbledore about Ginny's 'developments'.
Ginny struggled to ignore the male students that were openly staring at her, as she closed the door to the compartment she was sharing with Harry, Hermione and Ron.
"So" Ron began. "Do you feel different?"
Ginny shrugged and began flicking her lighter on and off again. "Not really. Kinda. I dunno. Yes and no."
Harry smiled at this typically Ginny response. "Care to elaborate?"
"Ok, so, I feel the same, physically, but I feel like there's something else in me now. Something that's kind tugging at the edges of me." Ginny pondered, staring at the tiny flame from her hand.
Hermione frowned and reached into her trunk and pulled out a book, and began searching through the index for any information that may help.
"Well, you look good, at least." Harry suggested.
"Yeah, that's a plus" Ginny still hadn't looked away from the flame.
"Gin! Snap out of it." Ron reached out and snapped the lid of the lighter shut, effectively snuffing the flame.
"Sorry, what?" Ginny blinked and looked around dazedly.
"Nothing. Just go to sleep. No more fire." Ron settled into his seat, and leant into the corner to sleep.
Ginny rolled her eyes, and decided she was going to go for a walk.
She had been walking for a moment when she heard a long dangerous whistle.
"Well, well, look who's trying to look good now." Ginny turned around and saw Pansy Parkinson leaning in a doorway sniggering with Millicent Bulstrode and Daphne Greengrass. Ginny rolled her eyes, and went to walk away, when Millicent cackled "Look at the way she's dressed! Weasley, no boy is going to want to fuck you if you dress like a tramp."
Ginny turned around to retaliate, but was cut off my Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini walking around them. "Oh, I don't know about that Bulstrode. Someone's obviously fucked you once or twice, so miracles do happen. Although, little Weasley, I have to say you don't look half bad." Blaise said, eying Ginny appreciatively.
"Well said, Blaise, well said. In fact, I'd go so far as to say Ginevra here is the most tasty little snack in the school at the moment."
Ginny wasn't particularly worried by this, as she knew for a fact that Draco and Blaise were in fact hopelessly in love. Or so she had heard them say amongst the library stacks last year.
The three girls seemed flabbergasted at the Slytherin boys standing up for her, and they stood there staring.
Blaise smiled and spoke further. "Actually, Ginny Weasley now is officially under our protection. Leave her alone." With that, the two boys slung an arm around Ginny's shoulder and waist, and the three walked away triumphantly. Well, Blaise and Draco were triumphant. Ginny was more confused.
The two Slytherin boys walked Ginny into an empty compartment, and then they started chatting amiably about a most surprising topic.
"So, what are you?" Blaise asked.
"What?" Ginny blinked.
"What magical creature are you?" Blaise clarified.
"But I'm no-" Ginny was interrupted by Draco.
"Come on, Ginny. We aren't stupid. Especially since both me and Blaise have a magical inheritance." Draco said.
Ginny sat, dumbfounded for a moment. "Well, I'm a nymph." She said, as she once again pulled out her lighter and flicked it, feeling intense relief at the sight of the tiny flame.
"A Fire Nymph, I presume." Draco said, with a smirk.
"How did you know?" Ginny looked up, surprised.
Draco stared pointedly at the lighter she was compulsively flicking on and off.
Ginny blushed. "I meant about me being a Nymph."
"We have some expertise in that area." Draco looked at Blaise and grinned.
"How?" Ginny blurted out, eyes wide.
Blaise took over here. "Well, it's complicated."
Draco snorted. "No its not."
"Fine. Well, Draco and I fell in love about two years ago, and we secretly performed a blood bonding ceremony not long after that. Unfortunately, about a year ago now, Draco here discovered he was part Veela." Blaise looked at Draco somewhat adoringly, which Draco responded to with a cheeky wink.
"Oh. Wow. But what about when Draco finds his mate?" Ginny asked.
"That's part of the reason we're talking to you. See, he has found his mate." Blaise said.
"What about you two though?" Ginny was almost sad at the idea of this clearly in love couple breaking up.
"Well, apparently the blood bond we have is just about of equal power to the Veela's mate's pull. So, after some research-"
Draco coughed here.
"Fine, a lot of research, we worked out that we can stay together, as long as Draco also has his mate with him." Blaise positively glowed at this.
Ginny, however, was dumbfounded. "So you have to share Draco? Why are you so happy with that?"
Draco took over from here. "No, not share. Have you ever heard of a threesome, Weasley?"
Ginny's eyes went wide, and then she blushed profusely and went back to playing with her lighter, pointedly not making eye contact with either boy.
"I'll take that as a yes." Draco said, trying not to laugh at how naive the girl was.
"And you're ok with that?" She asked Blaise after overcoming her awkwardness.
Blaise smirked. "Oh, I'm more than ok with that."
Draco took it upon himself to elaborate. "You see, little Weasley, Blaise's mother is a part succubus. So Blaise has just enough incubi power in him to make him devilishly attractive, devastatingly good in bed, and incredibly kinky."
Ginny blushed again, but managed to keep the conversation going. "So, why are you guys suddenly acting like my friends?"
Draco shrugged. "Creaturely solidarity?"
Blaise said at the same time "Because you're incredibly attractive."
"But mostly," Draco continued, "Because you are friends with my mate, and we need your help."
Ginny was a little shocked at this. "So, who is she? Or is it a he?"
Draco smirked. "It's a he."
"So, who is he?" Ginny prompted.
"Harry Potter."