A/n: Present situation: talking online, searching for names I like and wishing I had the parts of Bittersweet down here to type up. I don't, so I'm going with the next best thing as I feel like writing. Headstrong, which is just what I randomly run to from time to time.

Headstrong

Chapter Two: Damn Him

Ginny sighed heavily as she slowly walked through the hidden entrance to Platform nine-and-three-quarters; how Muggles had yet to realize it was there was beyond her wildest dreams, but they were simple minded people and didn't care about anything that wasn't underneath their own noses. She shook her head at the amusing thought.

The Hogwarts Express stood right in front of her, gleaming red in all it's grandness, but Ginny didn't find it all that impressive any longer. This would make her sixth year riding the train to and from school, it was getting rather old and boring, but that was only her opinion - not valued by many.

"Ginny? Ginny! Hello!?" Fred Weasley waved his hand manically before her eyes, bringing her back to the real world. Where she'd slipped off to, he doubted even the great gods of Merlin knew. He chuckled as she looked at him with narrow eyes, wondering why exactly he was here. "You didn't think I'd miss saying goodbye to my favourite little sister did you?" he answered the question she had yet to ask with mock innocence.

Ginny merely rolled her eyes at the one brother she did get along with almost all the time. "Good." She grabbed his arm and put his hand around the handle of her trolley, letting go of it herself. "Be a doll and put that on the train for me." She grinned and winked, blowing a kiss after him as he complied.

"Ginny dear," her mother's voice came from the sound and Ginny dreaded the upcoming lecture. Every single year Molly would fret and worry over Ginny before she got on the train, telling her to behave and to be safe and to do all her homework and get good grades. Ginny now just blanked out, nodding occasionally and humming in agreement as her mother spoke.

"Do take care dear, and keep yourself out of trouble."

Ginny rolled her eyes one last final time and kissed her mother on the cheek. She stepped over the threshold and onto the train and felt like Atlas being relieved of his burden of the Earth for the first time ever. She took in another deep sigh.

As the train began to roll out of the station, she waved goodbye to the family members who were seeing her off: Molly, Arthur, Fred and George. She blew them all a simple kiss and thanked the heavens that her freedom had finally come. Unfortunately it wouldn't last all that long.



"If it isn't the little weasel."

Ginny froze. She'd been in the process of finding herself an empty compartment, which, after an extensive search, she'd just come across, when the sickly drawl she instantly recognized beckoned to her. Damn him to hell.

Draco Malfoy.

The seventh year Slytherin strolled up beside her and grinned his smarmy, I'm-better-than-you smirk that he used way too often. He quickly stole a glance into the compartment, noted its vacancy and walked in, forcing Ginny to walk before him, entering the compartment herself.

He was blocking her one and only way out; he stood between her and the door. There was no way she'd manage getting passed him. He was by far stronger than she and could easily stop her dead in her tracks. Damn him.

"Good to see you again Weasley - "

"Not good to see you," she chided, slumping peevishly into a seat of one of the benches seeing no real way out of the situation she found herself trapped in.

"Be nice Gianne," he said while sliding the glass door closed, his voice held a self-proclaimed superiority that Ginny didn't find all that appealing. And what was with the use of her name again?

She took a deep breath and calmed herself, watching him sit directly across from her. "It's hard to be nice to a Malfoy," she deadpanned, glaring at him coldly and without blinking.

"Better off being a Malfoy than a Weasley, that's what I always say."

Ginny felt her cheeks flush pink after scandalously winked at her, her blood boiling over at his words. She was about to dart for it, test her odds at escape, but he must have seen her flinch and put his foot on the bench next to her; he'd block her at the first sign of her leave. As he crossed his arms over his knee that was set to block her, her already cold stare turned to ice as it locked onto his quicksilver eyes.

"Sod off Malfoy, go pester someone else and stop wasting my time."

Draco ran his tongue along his bottom lip. "But no one's quite as fun to pester as you Weasley. You try to hide it, but I know my words curdle your very existence."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her nose wrinkled in furious rage. On the exterior she remained collected, not wanting to give him the pleasure of the doubt, but as he had said on the inside she was raging. He was right, damn him for knowing it and taking advantage of it.

Suddenly he stood and bent over her, putting a finger under her chin to direct her eyes to his and keep them there. Ginny ripped away from his touch but remained her angry stare with his eyes.

"You are an interesting one Gianne; a challenge, I'll give you that. You're much harder to crack than your brother." He paused, Ginny suspected for the dramatic effect of it all, and winked at her again, his trademark smirk returning to his lips. "Everyone eventually cracks for me weasel. Everyone."

With that grin plastered to his face Draco strut from the compartment and carried on his way. He'd made his point and had once again left the young Weasley to seethe in her own anger, wishing she could just coil her fingers around him and put an end to all his bullshit.

"Damn him," she cursed under her breath, her eyes still staring at the empty doorway. In cartoons this would be the moment when smoke billowed out of her ears. "Damn him."



A/n: Anyway, it's been a long time since I picked this story up, but as I said it's what I run to when I don't really know what I feel like writing. :chuckles: ta - Lizi