Okay, chapter two here! If you didn't like the first chapter, this one might be just a bit boring. Ok.. boring. Not much action here just yet. Just read!

Train Station: Platform 9 ¾

Virginia hurriedly got out of the magical car Mr. Weasley drove, just to avoid the bickering in between Harry and Hermione. The events which followed after she managed to break off Hermione and Harry's relationship was still clear as day in her mind.

"Look what you've done, Ginny." Harry said as her turned to her, apparently trying to intimidate her.

Virginia giggled as she looked at Harry's advancing form. My, how silly of little innocent Ginny to do that! she thought to herself, and gave herself a pat in the back for doing so. "Sometimes, Harry, we all need a bit of excitement in our lives, don't you think so?" she said as she fluttered her eyelashes at him flirtatiously. "I just thought that you and Hermione were not a match made in heaven." she continued, while twirling a lock of her flame-red hair in her pinky finger. Virginia looked up at Harry and tried to stifle a laugh as his face contorted with rage.

"WHAT?!" Harry screamed. "You think that what you did is funny? I can't believe you! You. you little bitch!" he spat.

"Ooh. things are getting a bit more interesting now, aren't they?" Virginia said as she smiled slowly. "Hasn't it ever occurred to you that I want some fun too? You could have at least invited me for a little ménage a trois." She ended, with a seductive undertone in her voice.

"What?! You're crazy! Did you get hit on the head? I'm calling Ron!" he said with determination and started off for the house, but Virginia silenced him by kissing him smack on the lips. After a few seconds, Virginia pulled back. She looked up at Harry who was looking very confused at the moment.

"How dare you!" Harry spluttered out. "What do you mean by that?" Virginia said coyly.

"You kissed me back." She smiled evilly. "And look, Hermione even got a good view of it. She laughed almost madly and left Harry to himself.

The next few days after that were the most fun for Virginia. It was almost as if she were watching a cheesy daytime soap opera, where there were endless love triangles.

WHAM! A book slammed into the wall. Hermione was not very happy about what happened a few nights ago.

"Are you still not speaking to me, Herm?" Virginia asked sweetly.

"Why the HELL would I want to talk to you?!" Hermione shouted, enraged. "First, you ruin mine and Harry's relationship. He was the only thing that was interesting in my life! Second, you have to go on and kiss him! Seduce him and make him lie to me! As if ruining the relationship between us was not enough!" Hermione sat down on her bed and turned, so her back was facing Virginia.

Snappy, aren't we? Virginia thought to herself. "Well, Hermione" she began, voice as cold as ice. "It was about time that you and the boy who lived broke up. We need drama in our lives, Herm. It all gets boring after too long. And how long have you been going out with Harry, may I ask?"

"None of your goddamn business, Virginia!" Hermione spat at her, enunciating every syllable of her name clearly.

"Oh.. so we leave it at this, then?" Virginia spat back, anger in her voice. "I give you another chance to find a better guy, and you have no gratitude towards me? Fine then, have it your way." She replied.

"Find a better guy? Virginia, I love Harry. What else is there to say? I don't want anybody else, for no reason." Hermione replied back, on the verge of tears. "Why are you so mean to me, anyways? You were never like this before." Hermione looked at Virginia, expecting her to break down in tears and cry, too.

"You think you know me that f***ing well, Hermione? I don't think so. All these years, I've kept my feelings to myself. Not one of you bastards would listen to me! Not one. No one even cared to ask what I felt. I was just the sweet, f***ingly innocent little sister of all the Weasley boys. Another damned redheaded Weasley. I've had my chance to vent for a little, Hermione. And don't think I'd stop at that." She finished with a smug look on her face.

Hermione just stared at her, disbelieving that the person she was looking at was Ginny Weasley. Virginia went out the door and down to the kitchen.

There to greet her was the scowl of an unwelcoming Harry Potter. "What is it?" Virginia said boredly, as if she had a million things better to do than talk to Harry. She looked at him again, his expression unchanging. What now, that prick's going to stare at me that way until my head explodes? she thought irritably. "WELL?" she asked. Still no response. "Fine then, keep staring at me, you bastard. I want to see you eyeballs pop out from dryness." She said.

A shocked expression washed over his face, obviously unprepared for her comment. "What did you just call me?" he asked menacingly.

"None of you business." Virginia replied and looked around for something to eat.

"I distinctly heard you call me a bastard." He said coldly.

"Then why did you have to ask? You heard me perfectly, Harry." She retorted. That comment seemed to infuriate him. oh, this is fun she thought to herself.

"I said, what did you just call me." Harry said darkly.

ugh. he can be so ignorant Virginia seethed in her head. Fine, he wants to play? Let's play. "My, my. You can be so redundant at times, Potter, to humor you, I will repeat what I just called you. I called you a bastard, you stupid f***ing prick!" she screamed at him. She stared at him now, and was a bit surprised at herself but nevertheless satisfied with what she had done. Harry was now staring at her, at if he were a cat about to be hit by a car.

"Locomotus mortis!" Harry yelled, as he pointed at Virginia's feet. At that same moment, though, Virginia had said "Expelliarmus!" and both curses shot out of their wands, hit one another square and ricocheted off the walls. Virginia was now breathing hard, resisting the urge to just turn Harry into a bug and squash him at that very moment.

"If you're not going to be friendly with me, Ginny, then fine with me. You've already done enough damage as it is." Harry finally said, after the long period of silence between them. "You make me look bad in front of Hermione and don't even owe up to what you did! Grow up, Ginny." He said, and was muttering curses under his breath.

"You don't have to worry about me growing up, Harry. I have. It's just you and all the other shitty people who don't allow me to." Virginia said, the anger growing in her voice with every word she spoke.

Virginia thought and rethought the event that had recently taken place. She didn't realize that she was already at Platform 9 ¾ . She gathered up her things and went aboard the Hogwarts express, looking around for someone she knew other than her family, Harry and Hermione. None of them were talking to her now, and she guessed that Ron had heard of what happened, considering the fact that he was giving her all these weird looks. What the f***, I can do without them. she thought to herself.

"Ginny, Ginny! Come here, sit with us!" said a voice Virginia did not totally recognize. She smiled to herself, grateful for the fact that there were at least some people who were talking to her. She turned around, still smiling. But when she saw who was calling her to sit with them, her smile vanished. Pansy Parkinson and her annoying gang of slutty Slytherin girls were sitting at a compartment with its doors open, and she was patting the seat beside her. Virginia rolled her eyes and thought What do those bird brained shanks want now? She started to walk away when someone grabbed her arm from behind.

"Where do you think you're going, Weasley?" Pansy Parkinson spat at her ear.

My, she's a lot, like Draco Malfoy. she thought dully to herself. No wonder the two riders get along well.

"It's rude to turn down an invitation, you know. Especially one that comes from me and my friends." Pansy continued. "The train will start any minute now, and the moment it does, doors are locked and there will be no place for you for about half an hour into the ride. So just get in there with the rest, you little git!" she finished, and forcefully shoved Virginia into the compartment.

Virginia looked around and realized that she knew none of these girls. Just their faces. She was about to say something to Pansy when she was hit at the back of the head by something hard, and seemed as if it were a metal pipe. Virginia lay on the ground, unconscious. The next thing she knew, she woke up, but was blindfolded.





Well??? How was that? I've finished the outline of the succeeding chapters. I'll update as soon as I can. Please review!!