A/N: Okay kiddies, this is dedicated to all my reviewers. although ff.net
is being thoroughly stupid n evil and even though its sending notifications
of reviews n stuff its not showing up on the bit where it says stats? Ya no
the bit I mean? It says I only hav 2 reviews! And it kept like refusing to
let me update my story which is sooooo dumb! Bt whatever I'm updating now
and lotsa people have said they like it so far so to all you magical people
I'm gonna keep going! YOU ROCK MY FRIENDS!!!
P.S. in dire need of a beta reader!!!! Any1 who has enuf time on their hands to help me out lemme no ok.
Disclaimer: I am not the creative genius behind these characters and stuff I'm jst the one who likes 2 nick it n make up stupid stories of my own imagination and whimsy. *giggles at the word 'whimsy'* hehe
Chapter two
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"Ginny?" Hermione's shocked voice rang out through the kitchen when Ginny wandered into the kitchen after having spent an hour in the bathroom getting ready. Her expression was cool and calm as though nothing was different, yet underneath she was ready to explode with excitement.
"What?"
"You look. different." Hermione stuttered. Ron shrugged and didn't even bother to look at her but when Harry turned round and his jaw dropped.
"Do I?" Ginny answered nonchalantly. "I changed my shampoo is all." She retained her offhand demeanour but felt extremely smug at the reaction.
"You. you look. great Gin. really." Harry's voice trailed off as Ron glared at him.
At that point Molly blew into the kitchen like a whirlwind chivvying them along into the taxi. She was far too anxious about getting them safely to the platform in time to notice anything new about Ginny. The girl didn't care however, the jaw-dropping look from Harry had sufficed her ego just enough. In the car journey, the trio continued their summer-long habit of excluding her from their conversation, but Ginny although pretending to be bored and staring out of the window could see Harry glancing at her every so often out of the corner of her eye. She smiled smugly to herself.
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Platform 9 and ¾ was a hive of activity when they arrived. The other three disappeared to find a carriage of their own so Ginny, having stored her trunk in the luggage compartment, went of search of friends and people to impress. Wandering down the long Hogwarts express Ginny started to get frustrated. In every carriage were people she wouldn't dream of going near. Why is it that like attracts like? Fat people hang around with fat people, ugly people prefer ugly people, loser people prefer, well.losers. She paused outside a carriage when she spotted Colin Creevey and others from her year who she'd spent the last four years hanging out with. She pulled open the carriage door and opened her mouth to say hi.
Colin turned to her, "Can we help you?" he asked politely.
She froze. What was he on about? Didn't he recognize her? She glanced about the carriage before realising nobody had. She was shocked...okay she'd changed her hair and she was wearing make-up and cool clothes but still she didn't look that different just. cooler. Then it hit her. She'd said it herself, like attracts like. Ginny was cool now and her old friends just weren't. She needed to find people worthy of hanging out with her, people who were as cool as she was.
She shook her head and mumbled something before spinning round and leaving. Her stomach felt full of butterflies as she wandered up the train looking for cool people. At that minute she saw a door open up ahead and a dark- haired boy peered out. He took a step and lurched forward. He giggled and fell over. Surely he wasn't drunk? Through the open door Ginny heard music blasting out. Full of curiosity Ginny went to investigate. As she strolled past the door she peeked in and saw a thin cloud of smoke. There were teenagers lazing around on the seats. Some held cigarettes in their hands while others held bottles of booze. In the middle a tall beautiful blonde girl was dancing to the music. She swayed back and forth and Ginny, mesmerized stopped to watch her.
The girl looked up and smiled. She beckoned to Ginny to come forward and into the compartment. Ginny walked towards her nervously.
"What am I doing?" she thought to herself. "I cant party with these people... they're good-looking and. cool. but then again. so am I." She grinned at the girl who took her hands and started to dance with her, copying the girl's movement. Swaying and wiggling and feeling great she struggled to hear the girl speaking to her over the music.
"I'm Andine." She said.
"I'm Gi. Virginia." Ginny told her, as she smiled to herself. She was Virginia now, cool and popular. Ginny, the old her, was gone for good.
Andine turned to one of the guys and took his the cigarette off him. She took a couple of pulls before offering it to Ginny, who shook her head.
"Thanks but I don't smoke." She said. Andine just laughed.
"You'll like this, trust me, you cant go wrong with this stuff."
"But smoking can kill you." Ginny began and set her new friend off laughing even more.
"Yeah after about fifty years! Besides its not tobacco, it's hash. It's good for you; it'll help you relax. Come on try it," she waved it enticingly before Ginny's face. "You never know 'til you try." She hesitated before taking the joint, then shrugged and took a pull. Then another, and another.
"Atta girl." Andine said before resuming her swaying dancing. She put her arm around Ginny's waist and the two danced closely, Ginny started to feel calm and got into the movements, their writhing bodies slowly gyrating against each other. Ginny giggled and so did Andine. As the song ended, they pulled apart and Andine winked at her and nodded her head towards the three guys sitting watching them. None were blushing or flustered like Colin would be, or Neville. They were calm and cool. Getting off on it definitely, but cool nonetheless. A new song came on the radio and Andine began to dance again. No sexy swaying movements this time however, this song had a faster upbeat tempo so Andine and Ginny let go and thrashed about with their hips swinging from side to side faster than u could see and their hands in the air. Two of the boys stood up and danced with them. A tall blonde stood behind Ginny and she writhed against him, his hands running down the sides of her body and she was flirting like she'd never done before. As she danced she pondered how she'd never seen this group before. They were her people, the ones she wanted to be, they were cool. And now she was one of them.
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(A/N: from Ginny's POV now folks)
Several hours later, when the music had been turned off and we all lounged on the seats I took the chance to have a good look round. There were about seven of us in all. Everyone was chilled out, not stoned or drunk, but relaxed. I sat next to the blonde guy I'd danced with. He was sitting in the corner, one leg up on the seat and watching me. Andine was next to me going on about the stars and the moon, with two guys the other side of her. Opposite us were a blonde boy with a brunette stuck to his face and next to them lying down on the seat was a petite girl with light brown hair. These were beautiful people. I felt almost honoured to be with them. It occurred to me I had no idea who they were; I didn't know their names, their ages or even their houses. But it didn't seem to care. Nothing was important here except having a good time.
The boy I'd seen staggering outside, suddenly opened the door and crashed into the compartment. Nobody took any notice of him until one of the guys talking to Andine leaned over and said. "Get out Joe you're making a twat of yourself." The boy turned and left and we all carried on as normal.
"So Virginia," The small girl lying on the seat opposite rolled over and struck up a conversation with me. "What year are you in? I don't remember seeing you around much before."
"I'm just starting my fifth." I said shyly.
"Cool, most of us are in sixth or seventh."
"Oh." What did she mean? Was she hinting I was too young for this crowd? Did she want me to leave already? The guy next to me seemed to sense my dilemma.
"Don't mind Livvy," he said laughing. "She doesn't mean a bitch most of the time but she does it very well anyway." I turned to the girl who shrugged.
"You're Livvy?" I asked tentatively. I wanted her to like me, this was my chance to be cool I had to fit in.
"That's right. The perv sitting next to you, whose eyeballs are somewhere you're your bra by now is Dave."
"What? The girl has nice tits." Dave said defensively. I could feel myself blushing. I tried desperately to stop. I didn't want to seem prudish. "Besides Liv', you're just jealous 'cause you don't have any." She gave him a dirty look and rolled over.
"Don't worry about her, she's always like this on the way back to school. The rest of us learned five years ago not to get off your head partying the night before Hogwarts but she still hasn't learned." He grinned. I laughed and asked who everyone else was. "Well you know Andine. well... who doesn't? I'd safely bet at least 90% of Hogwarts male population know Andine very well indeed." He glanced at her to see if he'd got a reaction. he had. The blonde laughed and reaching past Ginny face hit him flirtatiously.
"Ignore him Virginia. He likes to imply I'm a whore, but I'm not I just like having fun."
"Three times a night."
"As far as I remember Moon, you could only get it up the once." She said in a mock-offended tone.
"I don't remember you complaining sweetheart."
"What can I say? I'm good at faking it."
"That doesn't surprise me, you've had enough practice."
The argument carried on for about ten minutes and I watched absorbed by this fascinating new world that was drawing me in. These people were so different to anyone else I knew. I tried imagining Colin and Adelaide having a play-fight about their sex adventures together and nearly cracked up at the thought.
"Next to Andine are Rufus Nott and Rory Malone. In the corner there currently sucking on each others faces are Blaise Zabini (A/N: girl) and."
"Draco Malfoy." I exclaimed, as the couple broke apart.
A/N: oooooo what's she gonna do now her new circle of friends include Draco Malfoy. Will she stay or will she go? Stay tuned folks for next weeks edition of.. my really crappy rip off of J.K Rowling's genius!
P.S. in dire need of a beta reader!!!! Any1 who has enuf time on their hands to help me out lemme no ok.
Disclaimer: I am not the creative genius behind these characters and stuff I'm jst the one who likes 2 nick it n make up stupid stories of my own imagination and whimsy. *giggles at the word 'whimsy'* hehe
Chapter two
~*~*~
"Ginny?" Hermione's shocked voice rang out through the kitchen when Ginny wandered into the kitchen after having spent an hour in the bathroom getting ready. Her expression was cool and calm as though nothing was different, yet underneath she was ready to explode with excitement.
"What?"
"You look. different." Hermione stuttered. Ron shrugged and didn't even bother to look at her but when Harry turned round and his jaw dropped.
"Do I?" Ginny answered nonchalantly. "I changed my shampoo is all." She retained her offhand demeanour but felt extremely smug at the reaction.
"You. you look. great Gin. really." Harry's voice trailed off as Ron glared at him.
At that point Molly blew into the kitchen like a whirlwind chivvying them along into the taxi. She was far too anxious about getting them safely to the platform in time to notice anything new about Ginny. The girl didn't care however, the jaw-dropping look from Harry had sufficed her ego just enough. In the car journey, the trio continued their summer-long habit of excluding her from their conversation, but Ginny although pretending to be bored and staring out of the window could see Harry glancing at her every so often out of the corner of her eye. She smiled smugly to herself.
~*~*~
Platform 9 and ¾ was a hive of activity when they arrived. The other three disappeared to find a carriage of their own so Ginny, having stored her trunk in the luggage compartment, went of search of friends and people to impress. Wandering down the long Hogwarts express Ginny started to get frustrated. In every carriage were people she wouldn't dream of going near. Why is it that like attracts like? Fat people hang around with fat people, ugly people prefer ugly people, loser people prefer, well.losers. She paused outside a carriage when she spotted Colin Creevey and others from her year who she'd spent the last four years hanging out with. She pulled open the carriage door and opened her mouth to say hi.
Colin turned to her, "Can we help you?" he asked politely.
She froze. What was he on about? Didn't he recognize her? She glanced about the carriage before realising nobody had. She was shocked...okay she'd changed her hair and she was wearing make-up and cool clothes but still she didn't look that different just. cooler. Then it hit her. She'd said it herself, like attracts like. Ginny was cool now and her old friends just weren't. She needed to find people worthy of hanging out with her, people who were as cool as she was.
She shook her head and mumbled something before spinning round and leaving. Her stomach felt full of butterflies as she wandered up the train looking for cool people. At that minute she saw a door open up ahead and a dark- haired boy peered out. He took a step and lurched forward. He giggled and fell over. Surely he wasn't drunk? Through the open door Ginny heard music blasting out. Full of curiosity Ginny went to investigate. As she strolled past the door she peeked in and saw a thin cloud of smoke. There were teenagers lazing around on the seats. Some held cigarettes in their hands while others held bottles of booze. In the middle a tall beautiful blonde girl was dancing to the music. She swayed back and forth and Ginny, mesmerized stopped to watch her.
The girl looked up and smiled. She beckoned to Ginny to come forward and into the compartment. Ginny walked towards her nervously.
"What am I doing?" she thought to herself. "I cant party with these people... they're good-looking and. cool. but then again. so am I." She grinned at the girl who took her hands and started to dance with her, copying the girl's movement. Swaying and wiggling and feeling great she struggled to hear the girl speaking to her over the music.
"I'm Andine." She said.
"I'm Gi. Virginia." Ginny told her, as she smiled to herself. She was Virginia now, cool and popular. Ginny, the old her, was gone for good.
Andine turned to one of the guys and took his the cigarette off him. She took a couple of pulls before offering it to Ginny, who shook her head.
"Thanks but I don't smoke." She said. Andine just laughed.
"You'll like this, trust me, you cant go wrong with this stuff."
"But smoking can kill you." Ginny began and set her new friend off laughing even more.
"Yeah after about fifty years! Besides its not tobacco, it's hash. It's good for you; it'll help you relax. Come on try it," she waved it enticingly before Ginny's face. "You never know 'til you try." She hesitated before taking the joint, then shrugged and took a pull. Then another, and another.
"Atta girl." Andine said before resuming her swaying dancing. She put her arm around Ginny's waist and the two danced closely, Ginny started to feel calm and got into the movements, their writhing bodies slowly gyrating against each other. Ginny giggled and so did Andine. As the song ended, they pulled apart and Andine winked at her and nodded her head towards the three guys sitting watching them. None were blushing or flustered like Colin would be, or Neville. They were calm and cool. Getting off on it definitely, but cool nonetheless. A new song came on the radio and Andine began to dance again. No sexy swaying movements this time however, this song had a faster upbeat tempo so Andine and Ginny let go and thrashed about with their hips swinging from side to side faster than u could see and their hands in the air. Two of the boys stood up and danced with them. A tall blonde stood behind Ginny and she writhed against him, his hands running down the sides of her body and she was flirting like she'd never done before. As she danced she pondered how she'd never seen this group before. They were her people, the ones she wanted to be, they were cool. And now she was one of them.
~*~*~
(A/N: from Ginny's POV now folks)
Several hours later, when the music had been turned off and we all lounged on the seats I took the chance to have a good look round. There were about seven of us in all. Everyone was chilled out, not stoned or drunk, but relaxed. I sat next to the blonde guy I'd danced with. He was sitting in the corner, one leg up on the seat and watching me. Andine was next to me going on about the stars and the moon, with two guys the other side of her. Opposite us were a blonde boy with a brunette stuck to his face and next to them lying down on the seat was a petite girl with light brown hair. These were beautiful people. I felt almost honoured to be with them. It occurred to me I had no idea who they were; I didn't know their names, their ages or even their houses. But it didn't seem to care. Nothing was important here except having a good time.
The boy I'd seen staggering outside, suddenly opened the door and crashed into the compartment. Nobody took any notice of him until one of the guys talking to Andine leaned over and said. "Get out Joe you're making a twat of yourself." The boy turned and left and we all carried on as normal.
"So Virginia," The small girl lying on the seat opposite rolled over and struck up a conversation with me. "What year are you in? I don't remember seeing you around much before."
"I'm just starting my fifth." I said shyly.
"Cool, most of us are in sixth or seventh."
"Oh." What did she mean? Was she hinting I was too young for this crowd? Did she want me to leave already? The guy next to me seemed to sense my dilemma.
"Don't mind Livvy," he said laughing. "She doesn't mean a bitch most of the time but she does it very well anyway." I turned to the girl who shrugged.
"You're Livvy?" I asked tentatively. I wanted her to like me, this was my chance to be cool I had to fit in.
"That's right. The perv sitting next to you, whose eyeballs are somewhere you're your bra by now is Dave."
"What? The girl has nice tits." Dave said defensively. I could feel myself blushing. I tried desperately to stop. I didn't want to seem prudish. "Besides Liv', you're just jealous 'cause you don't have any." She gave him a dirty look and rolled over.
"Don't worry about her, she's always like this on the way back to school. The rest of us learned five years ago not to get off your head partying the night before Hogwarts but she still hasn't learned." He grinned. I laughed and asked who everyone else was. "Well you know Andine. well... who doesn't? I'd safely bet at least 90% of Hogwarts male population know Andine very well indeed." He glanced at her to see if he'd got a reaction. he had. The blonde laughed and reaching past Ginny face hit him flirtatiously.
"Ignore him Virginia. He likes to imply I'm a whore, but I'm not I just like having fun."
"Three times a night."
"As far as I remember Moon, you could only get it up the once." She said in a mock-offended tone.
"I don't remember you complaining sweetheart."
"What can I say? I'm good at faking it."
"That doesn't surprise me, you've had enough practice."
The argument carried on for about ten minutes and I watched absorbed by this fascinating new world that was drawing me in. These people were so different to anyone else I knew. I tried imagining Colin and Adelaide having a play-fight about their sex adventures together and nearly cracked up at the thought.
"Next to Andine are Rufus Nott and Rory Malone. In the corner there currently sucking on each others faces are Blaise Zabini (A/N: girl) and."
"Draco Malfoy." I exclaimed, as the couple broke apart.
A/N: oooooo what's she gonna do now her new circle of friends include Draco Malfoy. Will she stay or will she go? Stay tuned folks for next weeks edition of.. my really crappy rip off of J.K Rowling's genius!