After All
by Altra
Ginny traveled behind Hermione, Ron and Harry. A very large part of her longed to sit with the famous boy, but the more rational part of her mind decided that her darling brother wouldn't like this much. Casting a final glance at the three, Ginny turned on heel, peeking into different compartments, in search of her friends. Of course, Ginny had other friends than the "dream team," a surprisingly fitting title, as it came directly from the Spawn of Satan.
Thinking of Draco reminded Ginny of something. The cut he had and her reaction to it. There was something teasing her about it, as though she should know already. **I'll ask Professor McGonagall about it when I get to Hogwarts.**
With that rather trivial matter solved, Ginny slid open another compartment door. Inside sat her friends.
Samantha O'Brien. Samantha was a third year, one year younger than all the others in the compartment. Samantha, or Sam as she preferred, was a bit of a runt. She was a good foot shorter than the other people in her year. With her short blonde hair, many of the Slytherins enjoyed taunting her about resembling a boy. Sam's high cheekbones didn't fit well with her rather large mouth and tiny nose. But her warm hazel eyes and bouncy personality pulled all attention from her dismal looks. Of course, Sam did have a tendency to whine when she felt left out and acted like a four year old, something which grated on Ginny's nerves.
Clarissa Yorke. Clarissa, or Rissa, whichever suits, was a fourth year, same as Ginny. The two shared a dorm, both being in Gryffidor, along with Sam. At first, the two had been wary of one and other. Ginny though of Clarissa as an airhead, and Rissa thought Ginny to be a country bumpkin. After getting to know each other, they became fast friends. Rissa's black hair was curly to the extreme. Perfect ringlets spiraled down to her shoulders. She was no stranger to make up, and was always wearing the latest wizarding fashions. Clarissa had a good hands length on Ginny, and a troop of followers to boot. Clarissa's brown eyes would occasionally harden in anger, as her temper rivaled Ginny's. As all people, Clarissa had one major flaw: looking down upon those who did not dress as well as she. She rarely did this to Ginny, but when she did, she was quick in apologizing.
Jessica Greenwood. Jessica was a fourth year like Ginny and Rissa, but unlike them, Jessica was a proud Ravenclaw. Ginny and Jessica had been friends since their first Potions class together. Jessica had chin length black hair which was bluntly cut. Her brown eyes were always soft, never showing any emotion other than kindness. Like Sam, Jessica wasn't much to look at. She had rather plain looks, to which no one would ever look twice at. Her features were indistinguishable and could easily be forgotten. Jessica was always quiet, being the voice of reason among the four. She would sit quietly, reading a book. But the books she read were fiction, having nothing to do with the Hogwarts criteria. But Jessica wasn't in the compartment.
"Hi you guys. Where's Jessy?" Ginny asked, flopping on the bench next to Sam.
"I don't know Gin. Maybe she's outside," Clarissa replied, twirling her wand between her fingers. As soon as the words left her mouth, the whistle sounded, and the train lurched to life.
"Then again maybe not."
"Oh, she's probably with her Ravenclaw friends," Sam said, her voice strangely high pitched.
"That's probably it," Ginny agreed, though she doubted it.
"Oh my god!" Clarissa yelled, her voice extremely surpassed. "Quick! Look at that guy!" She pointed through the window at a boy. Ginny and Sam both leaned for the window.
Draco Malfoy was standing their, middle finger raised and smirking. He disappeared from view rather quickly as the train kept moving.
"What a jerk! Why would he want to do something like that?" Sam questioned indignantly.
"He's a freak! I never thought wizards were into that kind of stuff," Clarissa said.
"What stuff?" Sam questioned innocently.
"Like, punk music, and black make-up and clothing and stuff. They're really scary, I mean, I heard that they worship Satan," Clarissa said in a whisper. Sam's eyes widened as she gasped.
"Oh, come off it, 'Rissa. Draco Malfoy is just a git. He's not evil enough for any of that. As a matter of fact, the only reason he's dressed like that is so he could get transferred to Durmstrang," Ginny said rationally. Clarrisa turned to Ginny, an eyebrow raised and a knowing smile on her face.
"Since when did we care so much about Malfoy?"
"Oh shut up! My brother was fighting with him earlier!" she yelled, face redder than a tomato. Clarissa and Sam shared a knowing look before collapsing into a heap of giggles.
"What's going on in here?"
The girls looked towards the door.
"Can this day get any better?" Ginny muttered, smacking her hand to her forehead. Fred or George, whichever one it was, had his head currently stuck in the doorway.
"Oh nothing. Ginny here was just sharing her admiration for the handsome Draco Malfoy," Clarissa said, as though there was nothing unusual about her comment.
"You were WHAT?" Fred (or was it George?) stormed into the room. He began his tirade about the evil Malfoys, one that would have done Ron proud. He paced back and forth, flailing his arms around. Fred (or George) was oblivious to the audience he had acquired, all of whom were gathered around the door.
"How could you think that the little rat was handsome?! The whole loathsome family is identical! Honestly Gin, do you not have eyes? Is you memory not working? Draco Malfoy is a grade A certified jackass! How you ever forgot his taunting, I'll never understand. He's a horrible excuse for a wizard! Why, if I could have one wish, it would be to never see that ferret for the rest of his life!" he hollered in finality, halting his frantic arm motions. He stood still for a seconds, glaring intently at Ginny, his nostrils flaring.
"Clarissa. Was. Joking." The words came from Ginny's mouth very slowly, as if she was addressing a child. Fred (or George), dropped his arms to his side, adopting a clueless look as well.
"Oh," he said. He turned and managed to push his way out of the compartment. The people blocking his way realized that the show was over and let the room, discussing what they had seen in excited voices. Ginny groaned, burring her face in her hands. After all, what self respecting Gryffindor wants to be linked romantically to Draco The Jackass?
*Not me,* Ginny thought quietly.
"Ah, calm down, Gin. If anything, you'll be thought of as a rebel. I mean, dating Malfoy! That's like juggling torches, swallowing swords, wearing white after labor day...!" Rissa exclaimed.
"Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! You do realize this whole thing is your fault, right? Ugh, what's Ron going to do when he hears this rubbish? And Mum! I'll be a grade C circus act! I mean, I'll be walking down the hallway and people will be like "well now... look at that," and Ron will be foaming at the mouth, Mum'll send Howlers...!" Ginny furrowed her face deeper into her hands. "The world has ended."
"Do you realize what you just did?!" Clarissa asked in an urgent voice. Ginny glared at her, unable to speak.
"Whatcha talkin' about, Ris?" Sam asked curiously.
"I'm talking about the fact that _you_ didn't _once_ include Harry's reaction!" she said, with a mischievous look in her eyes.
"So? The world, contrary to popular belief, does not revolve around Harry Potter," Ginny spat, before realizing what she was saying. Both she and Sam gasped, but Clarissa only smiled.
"I knew it! You are over Harry!"
"Don't be silly! Of course I still like Harry! I've liked him sense before I could walk," Ginny argued, defending her crush on Harry.
"No no, Gin! You were in love with a golden hero, not the actual guy!" And now that you're getting to know him-"
"I'm starting to like him even more! Why is it so difficult to understand that I am in love with Harry Potter?!" Ginny yelled.
"Um... maybe I should go," Harry said, standing in the open doorway, a deep red. Ginny let out a whelp and covered her face with her hands. She heard the compartment door shutting, and silently cursed all the gods she'd ever heard of. The sudden lull in conversation built up the tension in the compartment.
"Well that wasn't good," Sam stated. Ginny grabbed the closest thing to her, History of Magic Grade 4 by Mystic Milly, and hurled it at Sam's head.
After all, emotionally traumatized or not, Ginny had a temper.
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Well... there's chapter two.. chapter three features Ginny at Hogwarts, and a bit of Draco too! I guess that's all.. here's the lil' review area, cause you guys rock!
FireSprite -Thank you, I love my start too!
DarkKnight- I thought it sounded like Draco too... when's the next chapter of the "Don't Talk Back" series coming?
RoryDugrey - Oh, there will be some romance, but not for a while... my avid shipper-ness is being surpressed for now!
Silver - I'm glad you liked the goth ideas... as you can tell from the story, not everyone has the right perspectives about goths... (and I love D/G. *hint hint*)
Dot -you got it
TK - Another Ron/Pansy fan?! I'm amazed!
Cassandra -Well, we can't have Malfoy going all goody goody on us... it ruins the whole "I am bad" image he's got!
TK (two of you?)- I will!
Jey4eva- Ya never know... I might just go for G/H
Mary Potter* - Here's s'more, hoped ya liked it!
by Altra
Ginny traveled behind Hermione, Ron and Harry. A very large part of her longed to sit with the famous boy, but the more rational part of her mind decided that her darling brother wouldn't like this much. Casting a final glance at the three, Ginny turned on heel, peeking into different compartments, in search of her friends. Of course, Ginny had other friends than the "dream team," a surprisingly fitting title, as it came directly from the Spawn of Satan.
Thinking of Draco reminded Ginny of something. The cut he had and her reaction to it. There was something teasing her about it, as though she should know already. **I'll ask Professor McGonagall about it when I get to Hogwarts.**
With that rather trivial matter solved, Ginny slid open another compartment door. Inside sat her friends.
Samantha O'Brien. Samantha was a third year, one year younger than all the others in the compartment. Samantha, or Sam as she preferred, was a bit of a runt. She was a good foot shorter than the other people in her year. With her short blonde hair, many of the Slytherins enjoyed taunting her about resembling a boy. Sam's high cheekbones didn't fit well with her rather large mouth and tiny nose. But her warm hazel eyes and bouncy personality pulled all attention from her dismal looks. Of course, Sam did have a tendency to whine when she felt left out and acted like a four year old, something which grated on Ginny's nerves.
Clarissa Yorke. Clarissa, or Rissa, whichever suits, was a fourth year, same as Ginny. The two shared a dorm, both being in Gryffidor, along with Sam. At first, the two had been wary of one and other. Ginny though of Clarissa as an airhead, and Rissa thought Ginny to be a country bumpkin. After getting to know each other, they became fast friends. Rissa's black hair was curly to the extreme. Perfect ringlets spiraled down to her shoulders. She was no stranger to make up, and was always wearing the latest wizarding fashions. Clarissa had a good hands length on Ginny, and a troop of followers to boot. Clarissa's brown eyes would occasionally harden in anger, as her temper rivaled Ginny's. As all people, Clarissa had one major flaw: looking down upon those who did not dress as well as she. She rarely did this to Ginny, but when she did, she was quick in apologizing.
Jessica Greenwood. Jessica was a fourth year like Ginny and Rissa, but unlike them, Jessica was a proud Ravenclaw. Ginny and Jessica had been friends since their first Potions class together. Jessica had chin length black hair which was bluntly cut. Her brown eyes were always soft, never showing any emotion other than kindness. Like Sam, Jessica wasn't much to look at. She had rather plain looks, to which no one would ever look twice at. Her features were indistinguishable and could easily be forgotten. Jessica was always quiet, being the voice of reason among the four. She would sit quietly, reading a book. But the books she read were fiction, having nothing to do with the Hogwarts criteria. But Jessica wasn't in the compartment.
"Hi you guys. Where's Jessy?" Ginny asked, flopping on the bench next to Sam.
"I don't know Gin. Maybe she's outside," Clarissa replied, twirling her wand between her fingers. As soon as the words left her mouth, the whistle sounded, and the train lurched to life.
"Then again maybe not."
"Oh, she's probably with her Ravenclaw friends," Sam said, her voice strangely high pitched.
"That's probably it," Ginny agreed, though she doubted it.
"Oh my god!" Clarissa yelled, her voice extremely surpassed. "Quick! Look at that guy!" She pointed through the window at a boy. Ginny and Sam both leaned for the window.
Draco Malfoy was standing their, middle finger raised and smirking. He disappeared from view rather quickly as the train kept moving.
"What a jerk! Why would he want to do something like that?" Sam questioned indignantly.
"He's a freak! I never thought wizards were into that kind of stuff," Clarissa said.
"What stuff?" Sam questioned innocently.
"Like, punk music, and black make-up and clothing and stuff. They're really scary, I mean, I heard that they worship Satan," Clarissa said in a whisper. Sam's eyes widened as she gasped.
"Oh, come off it, 'Rissa. Draco Malfoy is just a git. He's not evil enough for any of that. As a matter of fact, the only reason he's dressed like that is so he could get transferred to Durmstrang," Ginny said rationally. Clarrisa turned to Ginny, an eyebrow raised and a knowing smile on her face.
"Since when did we care so much about Malfoy?"
"Oh shut up! My brother was fighting with him earlier!" she yelled, face redder than a tomato. Clarissa and Sam shared a knowing look before collapsing into a heap of giggles.
"What's going on in here?"
The girls looked towards the door.
"Can this day get any better?" Ginny muttered, smacking her hand to her forehead. Fred or George, whichever one it was, had his head currently stuck in the doorway.
"Oh nothing. Ginny here was just sharing her admiration for the handsome Draco Malfoy," Clarissa said, as though there was nothing unusual about her comment.
"You were WHAT?" Fred (or was it George?) stormed into the room. He began his tirade about the evil Malfoys, one that would have done Ron proud. He paced back and forth, flailing his arms around. Fred (or George) was oblivious to the audience he had acquired, all of whom were gathered around the door.
"How could you think that the little rat was handsome?! The whole loathsome family is identical! Honestly Gin, do you not have eyes? Is you memory not working? Draco Malfoy is a grade A certified jackass! How you ever forgot his taunting, I'll never understand. He's a horrible excuse for a wizard! Why, if I could have one wish, it would be to never see that ferret for the rest of his life!" he hollered in finality, halting his frantic arm motions. He stood still for a seconds, glaring intently at Ginny, his nostrils flaring.
"Clarissa. Was. Joking." The words came from Ginny's mouth very slowly, as if she was addressing a child. Fred (or George), dropped his arms to his side, adopting a clueless look as well.
"Oh," he said. He turned and managed to push his way out of the compartment. The people blocking his way realized that the show was over and let the room, discussing what they had seen in excited voices. Ginny groaned, burring her face in her hands. After all, what self respecting Gryffindor wants to be linked romantically to Draco The Jackass?
*Not me,* Ginny thought quietly.
"Ah, calm down, Gin. If anything, you'll be thought of as a rebel. I mean, dating Malfoy! That's like juggling torches, swallowing swords, wearing white after labor day...!" Rissa exclaimed.
"Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! You do realize this whole thing is your fault, right? Ugh, what's Ron going to do when he hears this rubbish? And Mum! I'll be a grade C circus act! I mean, I'll be walking down the hallway and people will be like "well now... look at that," and Ron will be foaming at the mouth, Mum'll send Howlers...!" Ginny furrowed her face deeper into her hands. "The world has ended."
"Do you realize what you just did?!" Clarissa asked in an urgent voice. Ginny glared at her, unable to speak.
"Whatcha talkin' about, Ris?" Sam asked curiously.
"I'm talking about the fact that _you_ didn't _once_ include Harry's reaction!" she said, with a mischievous look in her eyes.
"So? The world, contrary to popular belief, does not revolve around Harry Potter," Ginny spat, before realizing what she was saying. Both she and Sam gasped, but Clarissa only smiled.
"I knew it! You are over Harry!"
"Don't be silly! Of course I still like Harry! I've liked him sense before I could walk," Ginny argued, defending her crush on Harry.
"No no, Gin! You were in love with a golden hero, not the actual guy!" And now that you're getting to know him-"
"I'm starting to like him even more! Why is it so difficult to understand that I am in love with Harry Potter?!" Ginny yelled.
"Um... maybe I should go," Harry said, standing in the open doorway, a deep red. Ginny let out a whelp and covered her face with her hands. She heard the compartment door shutting, and silently cursed all the gods she'd ever heard of. The sudden lull in conversation built up the tension in the compartment.
"Well that wasn't good," Sam stated. Ginny grabbed the closest thing to her, History of Magic Grade 4 by Mystic Milly, and hurled it at Sam's head.
After all, emotionally traumatized or not, Ginny had a temper.
~~~~~
Well... there's chapter two.. chapter three features Ginny at Hogwarts, and a bit of Draco too! I guess that's all.. here's the lil' review area, cause you guys rock!
FireSprite -Thank you, I love my start too!
DarkKnight- I thought it sounded like Draco too... when's the next chapter of the "Don't Talk Back" series coming?
RoryDugrey - Oh, there will be some romance, but not for a while... my avid shipper-ness is being surpressed for now!
Silver - I'm glad you liked the goth ideas... as you can tell from the story, not everyone has the right perspectives about goths... (and I love D/G. *hint hint*)
Dot -you got it
TK - Another Ron/Pansy fan?! I'm amazed!
Cassandra -Well, we can't have Malfoy going all goody goody on us... it ruins the whole "I am bad" image he's got!
TK (two of you?)- I will!
Jey4eva- Ya never know... I might just go for G/H
Mary Potter* - Here's s'more, hoped ya liked it!
