Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, or places in this story. I may add a few spells of my own, but those are mine. Aside from that, I only own a binder, a drawing pad, a three dollar mechanical pencil, a bunch of print outs, and lead for the mechanical pencil and my drawings.
The wind blew threw her hair as she stepped out of the car and looked out onto Kings Cross station. She would be starting her fourth year that year. She looked back and saw, through red hair, her brothers getting out of the car, as well as the boy who used to be the object of her juvenile affection.
Ron Weasley, her brother, was joking around with his friend, Harry Potter, the boy who lived. She was caught up in all that, him living after Voldemort had tried to kill him once, but now she didn't see what made him so special. He was only another sixth year boy with black, untidy hair to her now.
Hermione stepped out after the two boys, her long hair hanging just above her waist by now. She had aged well, and was now a young women, instead of the girl she was in first year.
Fred and George also got out of the car, after the others who currently attended Hogwarts. They were proudly wearing their Prefect badges. Even they didn't know how they had managed getting to be prefects, but somehow they had indeed managed.
After her sons, Mrs. Weasley walked out of the car. "Fred and George, would you be so kind as to go get some trolleys for the trunks?"
"Sure mum," the twins coursed and disappeared into the crown of people on the platform, although coming back in a few moments with trolleys to put the luggage on.
All helped load the luggage onto the trolley carts, then they approached the platform and one by one, disappeared into the divider separating platforms nine and ten.
Ginny looked up at the sign that said "9 3/4" on the platform on which she stood. This was the fifth time she had been here, although it would not be her last. She looked up at the scarlet steam engine before dragging her trunk onto it.
The compartment Harry, Ron and Hermione occupied was also occupied by their friend Neville, so there was no more room for her there. Almost every compartment was filled. She went from one to another until she knocked on the last one.
The compartment door slid open to reveal the large form of Crabbe. Inside Ginny heard a voice. "Well? Who is it Crabbe?" It wasn't just any voice. It was the voice of Draco Malfoy.
Crabbe turned his head back to look at Draco. "It's one of 'em Weasley's, a girl," Crabbe said to him.
Cold laughter came from the compartment. "Sit back down Crabbe," Draco said and Crabbe followed the orders like the good lap dog he always was, except he was never exactly what one would call eye candy.
"And what would bring a Weasley here," Draco questioned Ginny. His blonde hair was pulled back the way it always was, his gray eyes grinning with the pleasure of being able to torment one of the Weasleys, the friends of Harry Potter, whom he hated.
"T...The other compartments are full," Ginny stuttered. She had always felt uneasy around Draco and his cronies, and this was not an exception.
"There's a seat here," Draco said with a bit of his trademark Malfoy smirk, nodding towards the seat next to him. "Goyle, get her trunk," He said, giving her no time to react and only to accept the invitation.
Ginny, not knowing what else to do, stepped into the compartment. After a moments hesitation, she sat down next to Draco Malfoy. Draco was only a year ahead of her, but his power was very impressive, surpassing even some of the seventh year magic. Aside from all this, he was still in fifth year classes. In a way, she had always looked up to him, but also she feared him.
Goyle picked up her trunk and easily heaved the heavy object into the compartment, setting it down in the corner.
A small sigh came from Ginny's lips. This was going to be a long train ride...
A/N: I will hopefully update soon. As in within the next few days. Seeing as this is not a dark fic, I can also write it at school and in front of my parents. Please Review.
The wind blew threw her hair as she stepped out of the car and looked out onto Kings Cross station. She would be starting her fourth year that year. She looked back and saw, through red hair, her brothers getting out of the car, as well as the boy who used to be the object of her juvenile affection.
Ron Weasley, her brother, was joking around with his friend, Harry Potter, the boy who lived. She was caught up in all that, him living after Voldemort had tried to kill him once, but now she didn't see what made him so special. He was only another sixth year boy with black, untidy hair to her now.
Hermione stepped out after the two boys, her long hair hanging just above her waist by now. She had aged well, and was now a young women, instead of the girl she was in first year.
Fred and George also got out of the car, after the others who currently attended Hogwarts. They were proudly wearing their Prefect badges. Even they didn't know how they had managed getting to be prefects, but somehow they had indeed managed.
After her sons, Mrs. Weasley walked out of the car. "Fred and George, would you be so kind as to go get some trolleys for the trunks?"
"Sure mum," the twins coursed and disappeared into the crown of people on the platform, although coming back in a few moments with trolleys to put the luggage on.
All helped load the luggage onto the trolley carts, then they approached the platform and one by one, disappeared into the divider separating platforms nine and ten.
Ginny looked up at the sign that said "9 3/4" on the platform on which she stood. This was the fifth time she had been here, although it would not be her last. She looked up at the scarlet steam engine before dragging her trunk onto it.
The compartment Harry, Ron and Hermione occupied was also occupied by their friend Neville, so there was no more room for her there. Almost every compartment was filled. She went from one to another until she knocked on the last one.
The compartment door slid open to reveal the large form of Crabbe. Inside Ginny heard a voice. "Well? Who is it Crabbe?" It wasn't just any voice. It was the voice of Draco Malfoy.
Crabbe turned his head back to look at Draco. "It's one of 'em Weasley's, a girl," Crabbe said to him.
Cold laughter came from the compartment. "Sit back down Crabbe," Draco said and Crabbe followed the orders like the good lap dog he always was, except he was never exactly what one would call eye candy.
"And what would bring a Weasley here," Draco questioned Ginny. His blonde hair was pulled back the way it always was, his gray eyes grinning with the pleasure of being able to torment one of the Weasleys, the friends of Harry Potter, whom he hated.
"T...The other compartments are full," Ginny stuttered. She had always felt uneasy around Draco and his cronies, and this was not an exception.
"There's a seat here," Draco said with a bit of his trademark Malfoy smirk, nodding towards the seat next to him. "Goyle, get her trunk," He said, giving her no time to react and only to accept the invitation.
Ginny, not knowing what else to do, stepped into the compartment. After a moments hesitation, she sat down next to Draco Malfoy. Draco was only a year ahead of her, but his power was very impressive, surpassing even some of the seventh year magic. Aside from all this, he was still in fifth year classes. In a way, she had always looked up to him, but also she feared him.
Goyle picked up her trunk and easily heaved the heavy object into the compartment, setting it down in the corner.
A small sigh came from Ginny's lips. This was going to be a long train ride...
A/N: I will hopefully update soon. As in within the next few days. Seeing as this is not a dark fic, I can also write it at school and in front of my parents. Please Review.