Bedtime Story

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Bedtime Story

Chapter One:

"WhooWhoo!" The Hogwarts Express whistled as it barreled into Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. A crowd of students and family had gathered in groups on the platform and everyone was caught up in saying 'Good-bye' to loved ones, and 'Hello' to friends after a long summer.

"Are you sure you have everything Dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked her only daughter, Ginny.

"Yes Mum, really, I'll be fine! This is my sixth year you know, I have done this a few times in the past. And so have you, if memory serves." Ginny replied, softly teasing her mother.

"It doesn't matter, I'm still a mother. You're positive you have everything?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and smiled, amused. Her brother, Ron, had already gone through this with their mother, and was standing with his best friends, Harry and Hermione, a few feet away. Although Harry had spent a good bit of his summer at the Burrow, Hermione had spent her entire summer vacationing with her parents in Australia, where a world-wide dentistry conference had taken place, so this was the first time the three had all been together in three months. Ginny had long since gotten over her schoolgirl crush on Harry, and he was almost like another brother to her now.

Good-byes were finished and now people were streaming onto the train, luggage in hand.

"Bye Mum! Love you!" Ginny called over her shoulder as she walked towards the train, struggling to drag her large trunk behind her. She hadn't inherited the Weasley height along with the fiery red hair, and at barely 5'2" the trunk was almost larger than she was. She was almost to the train when she collided with something. Ginny and the trunk landed on the platform in a heap, all her clothes and personal belongings flying all over the place.

'Owww…Bloody Hell that hurt! Darn pole…pole…I don't remember a pole on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.' She thought. Just then the "pole" laughed. Ginny knew that laugh, knew it very well. She looked up to glare at its owner.

"Draco Malfoy! You git! Why can't you watch where you're going?" She snarled. He always seemed to bring out the worst in her.

"Temper temper little Weasel…I was watching where I was going, I couldn't help it if you got in the way…" He said, totally deadpan.

"TEMPER??? WEASEL???! You ugly little…you ugly…YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON AND A ROTTEN WIZARD!!!!" Ginny screamed at him finally, now standing, on tiptoes, to get up in his face to yell. Unfortunately, her on her tiptoes still only put her at his shoulder.

"Ginny my dear, your underwear is showing" Draco points at the ground where her trunk exploded. Then he turned around and walked away, laughing at the expression on her face, and happy he got the last word.

'Lets see, first confrontation of the year, and it's Malfoy-1, Weasley-0' He chortled to himself. His happiness was incredibly short lived, however. Her voice rang out strong across the platform, "They're PANTIES, you mindless fat ferret!"

Laughing at the expression on his face, she thought 'Weasley-1, Malfoy-0, and the crowd goes wild!'. She finished repacking her trunk magically, turned and strode of, leaving Malfoy still frozen on the platform gaping at her retreating back.

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