A/N: Yes, finally it's up. It isn't that long but what the hell I have writers block but don't worry everything is just getting interesting. Review with your suggestions, they would mean sooo much to me! Enjoy! Sorry if there are spelling mistakes!
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Backbone, Serpent Ready to Strike
As Virginia Weasley passed through the barrier, she was met with a familiar sight. Purple smoke billowed out of the top of the scarlet beast named "The Hogwarts Express". Students' parents were seen fussing over their children while others were trying to keep their younger rascals from running amuck amongst the crowds of people. It was a chaotic mess filled with as much laughter as crying (first years). Steam from the train rose from the ground and was quickly blown over towards Ginny by a strong gust of wind as she hurriedly said goodbye to her mom. Not that she wanted to leave her mom but she would do anything to escape the consistence, annoying and pointless banter the Trio supplied.
"Bye Mom! I'll owl you!"
Liar.
Virginia climbed into the train, lugging her baggage behind her, and found an unoccupied compartment near the back of the train. Putting her baggage away, the red head pulled out her trusty CD player, away from her brothers' curious hands, and continued to listen to "Clint Eastwood". The train departed in a few minutes.
***
The lush green scenery blurred as the scarlet train sped towards the castle. Ginny's CD player was off, but the headphones were still placed on her head. That way, anyone who walked by would think that she was busy and not talk to her, or she could listen to others' conversations as they walked by. Virginia found this quite amusing, but refused to call it eavesdropping.
The Dream Team had dropped by earlier on, looking for Neville of course. The food cart lady had poked her head into the compartment but had quickly removed it to avoid having her nose cut off by the door slamming shut. Leaving in a huff, the food lady proceeded to mutter something about temperamental and ungrateful little kids.
Virginia was seething; her hands were clenched into fists to stop herself from throttling that annoying woman. She couldn't believe that incompetent woman had mistaken her for a third year. Virginia looked down at herself and wondered if she really looked that young.
Despite what the food lady had said Virginia did look her age, her robes were simply extremely baggy. She had straight golden-orange hair that fell to her shoulder blades. Her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose were dusted with telltale freckles. She was slim, yet not starved; she was proportionate with smooth, fitting curves. Her face was plain but her hazel eyes sparkled with secrets, emotions and ambition. Virginia discovered this summer that she was tired of hiding behind people and pretending not to care when they talked about her or insulted her. Oh, those gossiping girls were going to get a severe tongue lashing this year. Virginia smirked at the thought of putting Parkinson in her rightful place: under her boot. Excitement and ambitious ideas floated around in her head as a small smirk appeared on her lips. By the end of this year, everyone would know her as more than another Weasley and those unwilling to recognize her would be squashed (she was about to start that god awful evil laughter, but I shut her up).
***
His long legs were extended in front of him; they were crossed at the ankles. His arms where behind his head, acting as support, as he lounged peacefully with his eyes closed. The designer robes were snug around his lean yet well-muscled body. He was an epitome of smug, self aware, gorgeous male models. A 4th year Hufflepuff sighed noisily as she gazed longingly at the sleeping figure. Her two companions looked from her to the "sleeping beauty" with silvery-white windswept hair.
"Dream on Casey. He is, like, a bad boy. We all know that bad boys are for bad girls because that's just how the "Hogwarts dating plan" works. Like didn't you do your homework?"
"Yeah, I know but isn't he so immensely hot? I mean just look at him, he is so dreamy…"
"Do you want a bowl? I swear with all that drool…Get off it Casey, Steph is right: he is untouchable. Yes he is hot, but he is a complete jerk! You only like him now cause he's asleep and not insulting us as usual…"
Draco Malfoy eyelids fluttered but he smartly kept them closed. A smirk found its way onto his lips as he listened to the other students hushed conversation. However the smirk soon fell. He winced as the equivalent sound of nails scratching a chalkboard was heard throughout the whole train: Pansy Parkinson's high-pitched voice. Giving sleep up as a lost cause, Draco stretched languorously, aware of the three set of eyes focused on his graceful form. If he was going to get away from Parkinson before she caught him then he'd better start moving to a different compartment now. With items gathered under his arms and straightened Italian designer robes, Draco left the compartment he had been "sharing" with the 4th year Hufflepuffs but not before he turned to Casey Riley and winked cheekily.
"It's been a pleasure Miss Riley"
The infatuated girl simply grinned, a dazed look in her eyes, as she watched the "man of her dreams" exit the compartment without a backwards glance.
***
Boredom. Oh how Virginia hated it. Even more than Pansy Parkinson, or at least close to it. Right now she would give anything for a bit of decent company.
"DRAKY-BABY? Where are you? Come out, I'm going to find you anyways! I know, you are just playing hard to get…"
*I said decent company, damnit*. Virginia cursed her luck as the compartment door opened and Pansy Parkinson bounded in. Virginia mustered up the courage and all the witty comebacks she had heard.
"Parkinson, haven't you heard of knocking?"
Pansy started, turned and fixed her with a sneer.
"Oh, well isn't it the youngest Weasel. Why would I knock? I don't knock on doors of poor beggars and mudblood lovers!"
Virginia felt a heated flush rise on her cheeks as she clenched her fists at her side, *oh that bitch is going to pay*. Thinking better of it, she decided that the best way to get to an ill-tempered cow was to seem indifferent, so she put on a bored expression. If that Malfoy boy could do it, so could she!
"You know Parkinson," she drawled, "you are wasting my time. Now that you are done with your little rant, get your pug-faced ass out of here! Your lovely "Drakypoo" must be hiding from you somewhere else."
Pansy Parkinson was for once lost for words; she simply glared and stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. Virginia could see that she was trying to think of something to say, so she had to act quickly. Taking the initiative, she gave the lovesick pug a shove out of the compartment and slammed the door shut behind her. Smiling to herself, Virginia turned back to her seat and curled up to take a nap, verbal bashing may be fun but it was quite tiring. She didn't notice that they were only a few minutes from Hogwarts until yelling students crowding the hall of the train trying to squeeze out woke her up.
***
Virginia was one of the last ones out of the train. Cursing her misfortune, she threw herself into a carriage without looking who was in there, until she landed on them.
"Damnit, Weasley. Get off me! NOW!"
She looked down in surprise to see that she had just thrown herself onto Draco Malfoy's lap. Once again cursing her luck, Virginia jumped off his lap and plunked down across from Draco as the carriage made it's way to the castle.
"I'm sorry I didn't see you there, Malfoy. You are just so bland looking that, I guess, you just blended in with the cushion."
So it wasn't her best insult, but if she was going to get good at this then she might as well practice. It didn't matter that she was lying through her teeth.
"So, the little weasel has a backbone, too bad your insults are so pitiful. I'm more interested in that developing backbone…"
Virginia only just realized how close Draco was leaning and how his hand was casually grazing her forearm. She had been too busy looking into his eyes to have noticed this before, his words had also flown over her head. His eyes were bewitching pools of lustrous medium-light grey that seemed capable of mesmerizing someone into submission. His tongue slide calculatedly over his pink lips; he was a serpent ready to strike. Virginia blinked once, twice before she came to her senses and snarled.
"Malfoy, I know what you are doing. Kindly remove your hand, get back into your seat and don't look at me again! Try that once more and I will kick you so hard you will find yourself unable to reproduce for a whole year!"
Draco Malfoy smirked but did as he was told, but not before muttering.
"So, you aren't as stupid as the rest of them, Virginia…"
The rest of the carriage ride was spent in silence.
***
"Kylu, are you ready? Then let us proceed to the Sorting Ceremony; you know that I have to host it. You don't want to be late for that now do you?"
Professor McGonagall tapped her foot impatiently as she waited on Kylu Magus.
"Ok, Professor. I'm ready…"
Kylu rushed down the stairs, almost tripping over herself. *Ok, calm and collected, don't show any emotions until the sorting is done, go team! * Kylu gave herself a mental pep talk as she walked with the elder woman to the sorting; Hagrid was escorting the 1st years all the way to the dining hall this year.
"Ky-Miss Magus, I have to go collect the sorting items, wait a few minutes before progressing into the dinning hall. Worry not, all will be fine." With those brief reassurances, Professor McGonagall left Kylu alone to count the minutes. They seemed to pass awfully quickly. The moment of truth. *Please, forest goddess, give me the strength I need*. Squeezing her eyes shut for a second, Kylu thought of the tattoo on her shoulder as she entered the packed dinning hall where 1st years and the rest of the school awaited.
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A/N: All done. Yes Ginny is supposed to have that somewhat power hungry attribute, it is there for a reason. Ok the Hogwarts dating plan was stupid but, eh, I'm too lazy to change it. R/R! Plz, and I'll love you forever!
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