Sweet Revenge
Chapter 2
Ginny's POV
It was a cold, rainy, miserable day in England. I was not happy. Today I had the pleasure of waking up and finding out that her hair was blue. Compliments of Fred and George of course. If that wasn't enough Midnight had to go and use my bed as a litter box. Obviously, I still had some training left to do.
"Ginny, get your ass down here!"
"Ron, watch your language," yelled Mum.
"I'll be right down," I shouted.
I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred, and George were already sitting down eating. Mum was cooking some more pancakes and Dad was reading the Daily Prophet while drinking a cup of coffee.
"Morin' Mum. Mornin' Dad," I said.
"Hey Gin. Why don't you sit down. The pancakes will be done in a minute," Mum said.
"Alright. So Hermione have you talked to Victor this summer? I thought you were going to visit him," I said, trying to start a conversation.
"Oh, well long distant relationships never work out. We're just friends now," said Hermione sounding very upset for being interrupted from the book she was reading, putting an end to the conversation. So much for that idea. Oh well. Maybe I'll try again latter. Mum brought the pancakes over to the table. I grabbed a couple and ate them quickly. Then, I excused myself from the table and went to do some last minute packing before bringing my stuff downstairs. When I got down everyone was crowed around the an old newspaper.
"Come on now Ginny. We're portkeying to Kings Cross Station. The portkey is leaving in three minutes," said Fred. I shot him a glare. I'm still mad at him for messing with my hair. It's still blue. It actually looked pretty cool, but I was not about to admit that to them. It makes me stand out next to my brothers. It makes me look like I wasn't just another Weasley, and I love it. Mum and Dad said their goodbyes. They weren't accompanying us to Kings Cross Station. This was a first. I guess they had other more important things to attend to so I didn't question them. It probably had to do with Voldermort or something like that. I grabbed the portkey just in time. I closed my eyes tightly as I was pulled away from the Burrow and to an abandoned house by the station. We walked silently onto Platform 9 3/4. Fred and George ran over to their friend, Lee. Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked onto the train. There people rushing around everywhere. The first years were clinging to their parents. They didn't want to leave them. There were a few people I recognized in my year or that I saw in the halls. Everyone else I did not give a second glance. They really don't matter muchto me. I was walking toward the train when I saw a flash of black.
"Hey Gin," said Charlotte. Charlotte is one of my best friends. She was tall and slender with shoulder length black hair. She had dark brown eyes and tan skin. I have been friends with Charlotte since my second year, after the 'Tom Fiasco' as I like to call it. She was very understanding. At first, all of my roommates were terrified of me, but Charlotte was not. I do not think she is afraid of anything. That's probably why she's in Gryffindor. Charlotte soon convinced the other girls that I was not some crazy physico pathetic Voldemort follower. I soon became good friends with all of them, especially Charlotte. Its like we have some silent understanding of each other that I can't explain.
"Hey Charlotte," I said.
"Err, Gin," she said giving me a strange look.
"What? Is there something wrong?" I asked a little confused.
"Well, yeah there is. What's up with your hair?" she asked. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, that. Well, you see I sort of ended up being the victim of Fred and George's latest product for their shop," I replied.
"Oh, OK. It does look nice. It make you stand out."
"Thanks. That is what I thought too. I like it, but don't tell Fred and George that." She giggled at my remark. "Well let's go on the train," she said. "OK, one minute. I gotta load my trunk on. Save me a seat," I said. "Alright, I will,"she said as she turned around and boarded the train.
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Draco's POV
I am not feeling good today. Actually, I feel downright awful. I got up and found out all of my hair gel was gone. Since I had slept in there was no time to go out and buy some more. I was forced to wear it flyaway and in my face. As I was getting dressed I found myself running my hand through my hair trying to get it out of my face. My other hair gel was already packed and downstairs. Great, just great. Now I had to arrive at school with my hair in this mess. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!
I rushed downstairs and into the dinning room. I was already running pretty late as it was. The Hogwarts Express was leaving the station in 1 hour. I grabbed a muffin and sat down next to my mother to eat it. Lucius wasn't down yet. I bet he probably won't say goodbye. With Voldemort back and everything he was probably out doing something for him. Oh well, its not like it really matters. I can't even bring myself to call Lucius a father really. I'm actually glad he's not here. OK, I guess I sort of wish he was here, even though he is a selfish bastard. I mean I'm not gonna see him till Christmas break. That is if I choose to stay. I probably will, for mother. She's really nice. She's the only person I care for. Sure she acts all snobby and stuck up in public, but she's really a saint. She deserves better than Lucius.
"Are you ready to go to the station?"she asked as I was finishing up my muffin.
"Yes. I'm all set,"I answered.
"Ok. I would like to see you off, but I can't. I'm really sorry. I'll have Francisco make sure get everything to the station alright, though."
"That's alright mum. I'm gonna be fifteen soon. I think I'll be fine on my own."
"If your sure," she said standing up to give me a hug, "Take care. Owl me when you get there. I love you."
"I love you too, mum. I'll see you during Christmas," I said while Flooing to a special fireplace on Kings Cross Station. When I walked out someone bumped into me. I looked up and saw Pansy.
"Hey Draco," she said.
"Hi Pansy. How was your summer?"I asked. I had taken Pansy to the Yule Ball last year. The whole us being a couple thing didn't really work out. In the end we decided to just be friends. Which was fine with me. Pansy is really nice to talk to. She's not a complete air head, like what everyone thinks. She is very intelligent as a matter of fact.
"It was great," she said looking at her watch. "Oh, I gotta go. I told Blaise I'd meet her on the train. I can't keep her waiting. See you latter." She ran off, into the crowd. I carried my luggage over to the train and gave it to a house elf to load it. Suddenly out of nowhere someone bumped into me, again, and fell onto the ground.
"Oh my god. I am so sorry. Oh, it's you," said a voice. When I looked up I saw...........................
Ginny's POV
It was a cold, rainy, miserable day in England. I was not happy. Today I had the pleasure of waking up and finding out that her hair was blue. Compliments of Fred and George of course. If that wasn't enough Midnight had to go and use my bed as a litter box. Obviously, I still had some training left to do.
"Ginny, get your ass down here!"
"Ron, watch your language," yelled Mum.
"I'll be right down," I shouted.
I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred, and George were already sitting down eating. Mum was cooking some more pancakes and Dad was reading the Daily Prophet while drinking a cup of coffee.
"Morin' Mum. Mornin' Dad," I said.
"Hey Gin. Why don't you sit down. The pancakes will be done in a minute," Mum said.
"Alright. So Hermione have you talked to Victor this summer? I thought you were going to visit him," I said, trying to start a conversation.
"Oh, well long distant relationships never work out. We're just friends now," said Hermione sounding very upset for being interrupted from the book she was reading, putting an end to the conversation. So much for that idea. Oh well. Maybe I'll try again latter. Mum brought the pancakes over to the table. I grabbed a couple and ate them quickly. Then, I excused myself from the table and went to do some last minute packing before bringing my stuff downstairs. When I got down everyone was crowed around the an old newspaper.
"Come on now Ginny. We're portkeying to Kings Cross Station. The portkey is leaving in three minutes," said Fred. I shot him a glare. I'm still mad at him for messing with my hair. It's still blue. It actually looked pretty cool, but I was not about to admit that to them. It makes me stand out next to my brothers. It makes me look like I wasn't just another Weasley, and I love it. Mum and Dad said their goodbyes. They weren't accompanying us to Kings Cross Station. This was a first. I guess they had other more important things to attend to so I didn't question them. It probably had to do with Voldermort or something like that. I grabbed the portkey just in time. I closed my eyes tightly as I was pulled away from the Burrow and to an abandoned house by the station. We walked silently onto Platform 9 3/4. Fred and George ran over to their friend, Lee. Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked onto the train. There people rushing around everywhere. The first years were clinging to their parents. They didn't want to leave them. There were a few people I recognized in my year or that I saw in the halls. Everyone else I did not give a second glance. They really don't matter muchto me. I was walking toward the train when I saw a flash of black.
"Hey Gin," said Charlotte. Charlotte is one of my best friends. She was tall and slender with shoulder length black hair. She had dark brown eyes and tan skin. I have been friends with Charlotte since my second year, after the 'Tom Fiasco' as I like to call it. She was very understanding. At first, all of my roommates were terrified of me, but Charlotte was not. I do not think she is afraid of anything. That's probably why she's in Gryffindor. Charlotte soon convinced the other girls that I was not some crazy physico pathetic Voldemort follower. I soon became good friends with all of them, especially Charlotte. Its like we have some silent understanding of each other that I can't explain.
"Hey Charlotte," I said.
"Err, Gin," she said giving me a strange look.
"What? Is there something wrong?" I asked a little confused.
"Well, yeah there is. What's up with your hair?" she asked. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, that. Well, you see I sort of ended up being the victim of Fred and George's latest product for their shop," I replied.
"Oh, OK. It does look nice. It make you stand out."
"Thanks. That is what I thought too. I like it, but don't tell Fred and George that." She giggled at my remark. "Well let's go on the train," she said. "OK, one minute. I gotta load my trunk on. Save me a seat," I said. "Alright, I will,"she said as she turned around and boarded the train.
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Draco's POV
I am not feeling good today. Actually, I feel downright awful. I got up and found out all of my hair gel was gone. Since I had slept in there was no time to go out and buy some more. I was forced to wear it flyaway and in my face. As I was getting dressed I found myself running my hand through my hair trying to get it out of my face. My other hair gel was already packed and downstairs. Great, just great. Now I had to arrive at school with my hair in this mess. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!
I rushed downstairs and into the dinning room. I was already running pretty late as it was. The Hogwarts Express was leaving the station in 1 hour. I grabbed a muffin and sat down next to my mother to eat it. Lucius wasn't down yet. I bet he probably won't say goodbye. With Voldemort back and everything he was probably out doing something for him. Oh well, its not like it really matters. I can't even bring myself to call Lucius a father really. I'm actually glad he's not here. OK, I guess I sort of wish he was here, even though he is a selfish bastard. I mean I'm not gonna see him till Christmas break. That is if I choose to stay. I probably will, for mother. She's really nice. She's the only person I care for. Sure she acts all snobby and stuck up in public, but she's really a saint. She deserves better than Lucius.
"Are you ready to go to the station?"she asked as I was finishing up my muffin.
"Yes. I'm all set,"I answered.
"Ok. I would like to see you off, but I can't. I'm really sorry. I'll have Francisco make sure get everything to the station alright, though."
"That's alright mum. I'm gonna be fifteen soon. I think I'll be fine on my own."
"If your sure," she said standing up to give me a hug, "Take care. Owl me when you get there. I love you."
"I love you too, mum. I'll see you during Christmas," I said while Flooing to a special fireplace on Kings Cross Station. When I walked out someone bumped into me. I looked up and saw Pansy.
"Hey Draco," she said.
"Hi Pansy. How was your summer?"I asked. I had taken Pansy to the Yule Ball last year. The whole us being a couple thing didn't really work out. In the end we decided to just be friends. Which was fine with me. Pansy is really nice to talk to. She's not a complete air head, like what everyone thinks. She is very intelligent as a matter of fact.
"It was great," she said looking at her watch. "Oh, I gotta go. I told Blaise I'd meet her on the train. I can't keep her waiting. See you latter." She ran off, into the crowd. I carried my luggage over to the train and gave it to a house elf to load it. Suddenly out of nowhere someone bumped into me, again, and fell onto the ground.
"Oh my god. I am so sorry. Oh, it's you," said a voice. When I looked up I saw...........................