Ginny Weasley sat staring out the window of the Hogwarts Express. It was
the beginning of her fourth year, and she was excited. It took a while,
but she had finally escaped the confinement of her family. When she
boarded the train, she took in the view. The Hogwarts Express was
definitely one of her favorite places to be. The wooden hall stretched
from one end of the train to the other and was dotted with compartments.
She clambered in quickly, so that she could avoid her brothers, and went
all of the way to the end of the train to sit. Luckily, the Dream Team
never found her, and she was able to rest in peace. Well, almost. She had
just about fallen asleep in her personal area, when Draco Malfoy came
barging in. She looked up in disgust and dropped her head onto the fluffy
bench.
Draco Malfoy was getting older. With his age, approximately 15, he gained very good looks. His platinum hair was neatly gelled back, every strand in place. He had already changed into his Hogwarts robes, and looked as though he was running for his life. He sat down quickly across from Ginny and mimicked her actions. The two teens said nothing until the witch with the trolley rolled up and broke the silence. Ginny sweetly declined her offer, but Draco almost put her out of business. It was the, "Thank you so much, Mr. Malfoy, that was very kind of you to buy all of those things." That made Draco visibly cringe and look into the hall to make sure nobody had heard her.
"Your welcome." He said and smiled at her. She blushed and left the room to visit more prospective customers, "Funny," he said to nobody in particular, "The old Malfoy charm works on even the oldest of people." He chuckled. Ginny groaned and flopped back onto her bench in the compartment. Draco sneered at her and then turned to the hall again. He sighed with relief and went back to his seat.
"What's the matter, Malfoy? Afraid someone's going to brutally murder you here on the train and then throw your bloody body onto the tracks, where the buzzards can slowly peck out every one of your vital organs until you are no more than a blood-stained skeleton that the returning students will point and laugh at every time they travel to and from Hogwarts?" Ginny bit harshly. Draco scoffed.
"I wish." He said, "but this is worse."
"What could be worse than that?" She said.
"Parkinson."
"Pansy Parkinson? Your girlfriend?"
"Fiancée." He stated simply. Then he turned to look back at the window. Ginny sat in silence as the train came into the station. Hogsmeade was a sight for sore eyes. Her eyes glimmered with a new sparkle. This was where she felt at home. Draco got up and left quickly. Nothing strange there. The stupid git was never considerate anyway.
Ginny traveled down the grassy slopes. It was night now, and students were running everywhere, trying to get into carriages with their friends. Ginny laughed at them. All of them were so stupid, trying to save places for their friends. What was the use? They would be together within an hour. At fourteen, Ginny Weasley already had a heart of stone. She had no friends, and no intention of making any. She was perfectly alone and perfectly happy with loneliness. She straggled behind, ignoring Hagrid's constant barks for her to hurry up. She would get there on her own time. If the feast had to wait, then the feast had to wait. She got into one that was certain to be empty. Usually the ones closer to the city were not in use, as they took the longest to get to. Even better. They had to wait even longer.
She was surprised to find, though, that the carriage was not empty, but inhabited by none other than the spawn of Lucius Malfoy himself. She smirked at him and said, "What's wrong, Malfoy? Can't stay away from me? Is that it? Or are you still trying to avoid that fiancée of yours?"
"Sod off, Weasley. I was here first, you get another carriage." Ginny was about to do so when it lurched forward and Ginny and Draco fell into each other. Needless to say, it was a very compromising position. Draco wasn't enjoying it much. Ginny was, for lack of a better word, pissed at her own clumsiness.
"Get off me Malfoy!" She said, "You're suffocating me!" She yelled.
"In that case, how long until you die, Weasley? I could stay like this all day long if it meant the demise of one of you Weasels!" he growled back, his sneer smothered to his pale face. Draco may have been suffocating Ginny, but her arms were free. She took this opportunity to punch him square in the jaw. He leapt off of her in pain, blood coming from his perfect lips. Ginny stood up and faced him square in the eye.
"Well, Malfoy. Remember on the train when I told you about the brutal murder? How about we relocate it." Immediately she pushed him out the door of the carriage. She stared out the door, smirking. He rolled onto the ground, coming to a stop a long while back. Ginny pulled out her Potions book and quietly read for the next hour. Draco had been thrown off right after the station. She smiled to herself as she thought of Draco walking to Hogwarts.
Her carriage was the last to reach the school.
The Great Hall was lavishly decorated. The house banners were hanging in the rafters and blowing in a phantom wind. Ginny smiled. This was going to be a great feast. The first years were lined up between the two center tables and Professor McGonagall had just reached Flint, James, when the double doors burst open. Draco Malfoy limped in, grass and mud clinging to his robes and dried blood on the corner of his mouth. He looked mad. He stalked down through the long line of first years and stopped at the Head Table.
"Excuse me, Headmaster, I apologize for my tardiness, I had some complications getting here." He glared in the direction of the Gryffindor table in time to see Ginny holding back hysterics. Out of an entire hall of students, she was the only one moving. Dumbledore nodded, dismissed Draco, and made a quick announcement to the school.
"Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, please come to my office immediately following the sorting ceremony." Ginny was still snickering, and she turned to Draco, who was glaring at her. She began laughing again. It was too much for her. Oh well. If she got in trouble, she could always make a good excuse. Dumbledore couldn't expel her, she had a perfect arsenal built up for instances such as this.
"Miss Weasley, I would like to say that I am very disappointed in you. Do you realize that young Mr. Malfoy could have been killed?" Professor Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, and Draco, now clean and sitting next to Ginny, had just relayed the entire story. Ginny put on her most pathetic face.
"I really am sorry, Professor. I was absolutely sure that he was putting the move on me. You can't blame me if he accidentally fell out the door when I was trying to protect myself." She willed a malicious look at Draco and saw that he was doing the same thing.
"Yes, you are right Miss Weasley-" Dumbledore conceded.
"But Professor!" Draco yelled.
"However. That does not solve one question. Why was the door open in the first place."
Ginny answered truthfully, "Well, Professor, I was last to reach the carriages. If you need justification for this claim, I have many witnesses, including Hagrid himself. I was about to close the door when the carriage began moving. That's when Draco decided to try some of the "old Malfoy charm" on me. I know this for a fact, because earlier on the train, he was trying to seduce that dreadfully nice witch with the trolley, and afterward he told me all about the "legendary" Malfoy charm. My actions in the coach were specifically based on the fact that I did not want to become another woman, seduced by an evil being. I was not about to let him take advantage of me." Draco sat, gaping, mouth open and trying to find words. None came.
"Well, Virginia, you have constructed you argument very well. It all seems believable enough, but I am afraid that I cannot let you off without a punishment. You both are to serve a week worth detention, together. Miss Weasley, I do not expect you to pull any more stunts like this one, or I will have no choice but to expel you. Mr. Malfoy, you will act in a dignified and respectful manner, and you will try to keep your distance from Miss Weasley." With that, the two students were dismissed.
Once out in the hall, Ginny turned to Draco, "Well, Malfoy," she said, "Did you think that you could get me into trouble? Looks like you're in the boat with me now." She sang sweetly before dancing off to Gryffindor Tower. Draco grabbed her wrist and threw her through the first door he could find. He grabbed her other wrist and held them against the wall of the dark room. The moonlight illuminated his face. His blonde hair made him look angelic, but the stern, upset look on his face betrayed him. Ginny's expression changed to one of worry, and she winced at the pain he was causing to her wrists.
"What's wrong, Weasley? Does that hurt?" He said, his voice full of mock pity. Ginny fumed. Her face flushed red and she was about to scream at him when his lips forcefully smashed hers. She tensed immediately, not letting him have any satisfaction in his actions. He came back, smirking, "Weasley, don't ever think that you, a lowly, sad excuse for a witch would ever be worthy of the Malfoy charm." He said this in a loving tone, whispering in her ear. She sensed his weakness and took advantage. She promptly kneed him in the groin.
"We'll see about that, Malfoy," she said, gently picking up his head to her eye level and kissing his nose in a loving manner, "'Bye, sweetie!" She chirped, and left him there, in pain, for the second time that day.
Back at Gryffindor Tower, Ron Weasley was waiting up for his sister. It was rather late, her meeting with the Headmaster had taken longer than he had expected. He kept thinking of his sister during the ceremony, when Malfoy had walked in. Something had happened, he knew it. He knew that Ginny could take care of herself, but anything that made Malfoy get in trouble and involved his sister, he was curious about.
The portrait swung open, and Ginny stepped through, a bounce in her step. She smiled at her brother and said, "Good evening, Ronniekins! Isn't it a little past your bedtime?"
"Where were you, Gin? I just wanted to make sure you are okay." He said
"Let's see. I have detention for a week, with Malfoy. Dumbledore really is a kind Headmaster. Personally, if I were him,I would have expelled me." Ginny said with a dismissive attitude.
"What did you do?"
"I can't tell you that, Ron. I may be mean, and ruthless, and rude, but I won't betray someone like that. It would certainly embarrass him, and even Malfoy doesn't deserve that." Ginny smiled at her brother, said her goodbyes and then went up to her dorm for bed.
That night, Ginny Weasley slept calm and peaceful in her four-poster, anticipating her classes.
Draco Malfoy was getting older. With his age, approximately 15, he gained very good looks. His platinum hair was neatly gelled back, every strand in place. He had already changed into his Hogwarts robes, and looked as though he was running for his life. He sat down quickly across from Ginny and mimicked her actions. The two teens said nothing until the witch with the trolley rolled up and broke the silence. Ginny sweetly declined her offer, but Draco almost put her out of business. It was the, "Thank you so much, Mr. Malfoy, that was very kind of you to buy all of those things." That made Draco visibly cringe and look into the hall to make sure nobody had heard her.
"Your welcome." He said and smiled at her. She blushed and left the room to visit more prospective customers, "Funny," he said to nobody in particular, "The old Malfoy charm works on even the oldest of people." He chuckled. Ginny groaned and flopped back onto her bench in the compartment. Draco sneered at her and then turned to the hall again. He sighed with relief and went back to his seat.
"What's the matter, Malfoy? Afraid someone's going to brutally murder you here on the train and then throw your bloody body onto the tracks, where the buzzards can slowly peck out every one of your vital organs until you are no more than a blood-stained skeleton that the returning students will point and laugh at every time they travel to and from Hogwarts?" Ginny bit harshly. Draco scoffed.
"I wish." He said, "but this is worse."
"What could be worse than that?" She said.
"Parkinson."
"Pansy Parkinson? Your girlfriend?"
"Fiancée." He stated simply. Then he turned to look back at the window. Ginny sat in silence as the train came into the station. Hogsmeade was a sight for sore eyes. Her eyes glimmered with a new sparkle. This was where she felt at home. Draco got up and left quickly. Nothing strange there. The stupid git was never considerate anyway.
Ginny traveled down the grassy slopes. It was night now, and students were running everywhere, trying to get into carriages with their friends. Ginny laughed at them. All of them were so stupid, trying to save places for their friends. What was the use? They would be together within an hour. At fourteen, Ginny Weasley already had a heart of stone. She had no friends, and no intention of making any. She was perfectly alone and perfectly happy with loneliness. She straggled behind, ignoring Hagrid's constant barks for her to hurry up. She would get there on her own time. If the feast had to wait, then the feast had to wait. She got into one that was certain to be empty. Usually the ones closer to the city were not in use, as they took the longest to get to. Even better. They had to wait even longer.
She was surprised to find, though, that the carriage was not empty, but inhabited by none other than the spawn of Lucius Malfoy himself. She smirked at him and said, "What's wrong, Malfoy? Can't stay away from me? Is that it? Or are you still trying to avoid that fiancée of yours?"
"Sod off, Weasley. I was here first, you get another carriage." Ginny was about to do so when it lurched forward and Ginny and Draco fell into each other. Needless to say, it was a very compromising position. Draco wasn't enjoying it much. Ginny was, for lack of a better word, pissed at her own clumsiness.
"Get off me Malfoy!" She said, "You're suffocating me!" She yelled.
"In that case, how long until you die, Weasley? I could stay like this all day long if it meant the demise of one of you Weasels!" he growled back, his sneer smothered to his pale face. Draco may have been suffocating Ginny, but her arms were free. She took this opportunity to punch him square in the jaw. He leapt off of her in pain, blood coming from his perfect lips. Ginny stood up and faced him square in the eye.
"Well, Malfoy. Remember on the train when I told you about the brutal murder? How about we relocate it." Immediately she pushed him out the door of the carriage. She stared out the door, smirking. He rolled onto the ground, coming to a stop a long while back. Ginny pulled out her Potions book and quietly read for the next hour. Draco had been thrown off right after the station. She smiled to herself as she thought of Draco walking to Hogwarts.
Her carriage was the last to reach the school.
The Great Hall was lavishly decorated. The house banners were hanging in the rafters and blowing in a phantom wind. Ginny smiled. This was going to be a great feast. The first years were lined up between the two center tables and Professor McGonagall had just reached Flint, James, when the double doors burst open. Draco Malfoy limped in, grass and mud clinging to his robes and dried blood on the corner of his mouth. He looked mad. He stalked down through the long line of first years and stopped at the Head Table.
"Excuse me, Headmaster, I apologize for my tardiness, I had some complications getting here." He glared in the direction of the Gryffindor table in time to see Ginny holding back hysterics. Out of an entire hall of students, she was the only one moving. Dumbledore nodded, dismissed Draco, and made a quick announcement to the school.
"Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, please come to my office immediately following the sorting ceremony." Ginny was still snickering, and she turned to Draco, who was glaring at her. She began laughing again. It was too much for her. Oh well. If she got in trouble, she could always make a good excuse. Dumbledore couldn't expel her, she had a perfect arsenal built up for instances such as this.
"Miss Weasley, I would like to say that I am very disappointed in you. Do you realize that young Mr. Malfoy could have been killed?" Professor Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, and Draco, now clean and sitting next to Ginny, had just relayed the entire story. Ginny put on her most pathetic face.
"I really am sorry, Professor. I was absolutely sure that he was putting the move on me. You can't blame me if he accidentally fell out the door when I was trying to protect myself." She willed a malicious look at Draco and saw that he was doing the same thing.
"Yes, you are right Miss Weasley-" Dumbledore conceded.
"But Professor!" Draco yelled.
"However. That does not solve one question. Why was the door open in the first place."
Ginny answered truthfully, "Well, Professor, I was last to reach the carriages. If you need justification for this claim, I have many witnesses, including Hagrid himself. I was about to close the door when the carriage began moving. That's when Draco decided to try some of the "old Malfoy charm" on me. I know this for a fact, because earlier on the train, he was trying to seduce that dreadfully nice witch with the trolley, and afterward he told me all about the "legendary" Malfoy charm. My actions in the coach were specifically based on the fact that I did not want to become another woman, seduced by an evil being. I was not about to let him take advantage of me." Draco sat, gaping, mouth open and trying to find words. None came.
"Well, Virginia, you have constructed you argument very well. It all seems believable enough, but I am afraid that I cannot let you off without a punishment. You both are to serve a week worth detention, together. Miss Weasley, I do not expect you to pull any more stunts like this one, or I will have no choice but to expel you. Mr. Malfoy, you will act in a dignified and respectful manner, and you will try to keep your distance from Miss Weasley." With that, the two students were dismissed.
Once out in the hall, Ginny turned to Draco, "Well, Malfoy," she said, "Did you think that you could get me into trouble? Looks like you're in the boat with me now." She sang sweetly before dancing off to Gryffindor Tower. Draco grabbed her wrist and threw her through the first door he could find. He grabbed her other wrist and held them against the wall of the dark room. The moonlight illuminated his face. His blonde hair made him look angelic, but the stern, upset look on his face betrayed him. Ginny's expression changed to one of worry, and she winced at the pain he was causing to her wrists.
"What's wrong, Weasley? Does that hurt?" He said, his voice full of mock pity. Ginny fumed. Her face flushed red and she was about to scream at him when his lips forcefully smashed hers. She tensed immediately, not letting him have any satisfaction in his actions. He came back, smirking, "Weasley, don't ever think that you, a lowly, sad excuse for a witch would ever be worthy of the Malfoy charm." He said this in a loving tone, whispering in her ear. She sensed his weakness and took advantage. She promptly kneed him in the groin.
"We'll see about that, Malfoy," she said, gently picking up his head to her eye level and kissing his nose in a loving manner, "'Bye, sweetie!" She chirped, and left him there, in pain, for the second time that day.
Back at Gryffindor Tower, Ron Weasley was waiting up for his sister. It was rather late, her meeting with the Headmaster had taken longer than he had expected. He kept thinking of his sister during the ceremony, when Malfoy had walked in. Something had happened, he knew it. He knew that Ginny could take care of herself, but anything that made Malfoy get in trouble and involved his sister, he was curious about.
The portrait swung open, and Ginny stepped through, a bounce in her step. She smiled at her brother and said, "Good evening, Ronniekins! Isn't it a little past your bedtime?"
"Where were you, Gin? I just wanted to make sure you are okay." He said
"Let's see. I have detention for a week, with Malfoy. Dumbledore really is a kind Headmaster. Personally, if I were him,I would have expelled me." Ginny said with a dismissive attitude.
"What did you do?"
"I can't tell you that, Ron. I may be mean, and ruthless, and rude, but I won't betray someone like that. It would certainly embarrass him, and even Malfoy doesn't deserve that." Ginny smiled at her brother, said her goodbyes and then went up to her dorm for bed.
That night, Ginny Weasley slept calm and peaceful in her four-poster, anticipating her classes.