A/N: This was going to be part of the first chapter, but I was too lazy to format and all that shit. Enjoy.
When Draco Edward Malfoy bent down to pick up his bags off his cart, he was met with a loud "THUNK" and a shriek as a girl hit his head with her own and tumbled to the ground. He cursed his bad luck, as he was wearing his good black slacks. He should have brought two pair. But suddenly, he blessed that luck because he thought he was seeing an angel sprawled out on the cobblestones in front of him.
She was the drop dead gorgeous type of girl that most men lusted after, but only Malfoys didn't have to dream about. Draco inwardly cursed at himself for being so clumsy and running into the beautiful student. Besides, she had to be a new student, by the looks of her. He'd never seen a girl like her before, with her chestnut hair that also seemed rather, well, red. He knew all the redheads in the school, and she was most assuredly NOT a Weasley. And even more assuredly NOT that female Weasley, whatever her name was; known for being a bumbling idiot who spent all her time running after Potter. So she had to be a transfer student or something, she looked a bit european. Maybe she was from Beaubaxto…
"Excuse me ferret-boy, but would you mind giving me a hand here?"
The angelic voice of the object of his adoration interrupted his thoughts; jolting him back to reality. Wait a second, she just called him ferret boy, and she couldn't have been around for the Moody incident! Hopefully he didn't just look like a ferret most of the time. Malfoys do NOT resemble ferrets in everyday life. He shuddered as the thought of the unfortunate ferret incident came to mind. He still couldn't see ferrets; nasty god-forsaken creatures.
"Why certainly, although I don't see why I resemble a ferret. Are my good looks supernatural?" Score a point for the Malfoy.
"Yes, you look like an angel who was sent to hell for community service. Will you help me pick up my stuff or not?"
Well, he hoped that was a good comment. At least she wasn't an airhead like most of the other girls at the school. Smart girls were hard to find at Hoggy-Warty Hogwarts. While she was bending down and arranging her bags, he got a lovely look up her skirt. One more point for the Malfoy! She was dressed in popular Muggle clothing, a black miniskirt with chains hanging from it and a tight fitting pink shirt that stated in black:
"The Little Beachside Tiki Shack-
Tourists get half off
Locals get it all off"
Hmm. Interesting choice in clothing. And to top it all off, black fishnet tights with tennis shoe stilettos on top. She was probably a mudblood. Damn that Malfoy code of non-mudblood dating. After he was done arranging her bags, and she was satisfied with the job, he decided to turn on a little bit of the old Malfoy charm. Who cared whether she was a mudblood, he could still flirt shamelessly. He snaked an arm around her waist as she let out a little yelp.
"You know, I am a tourist, but can I still get it all off?" he winked and inhaled the smell of her perfumed hair. She even SMELLED lovely.
"Hmm. I'll have to consider that prospect as opposed to the other reaction to your arm being around my waist: verbal abuse. Now, if you'd excuse me, the train might leave without us, and my brother is STILL goddamn late." She didn't pull out of his grasp though.
Wait a second. She had a brother? Was he a jealous brother? Was he in Slytherin? Were Malfoys supposed to associate with this brother of hers?
"Pardon me, but who are you anyways? I haven't seen you around here before." Her eyes grew wide at the last remark and she suddenly burst out in giggles. The laughter sounded light and bubbly; not at all obnoxious like that cow Pansy's Hee-Hawing. You could have sworn that Parkinson was a donkey if you heard her laughter, wait, output of offensive noise, from the down the corridor.
"Umm, did I say something funny?" She laughed even harder at the last remark, doubling over as if she was in pain.
"Don't you remember me Malfoy? Weasley's kid sister? The one who chases bloody Potter everywhere?"
THAT WAS VIRGINIA WEASLEY? THAT… THAT… IN FRONT OF HIM???
Jesus, this was going to be a long year. She finally stopped laughing and looked up at him with inquisitive eyes.
"You really didn…" she was suddenly interrupted by a screaming redheaded boy running towards her with a brown eyed boy pushing the cart as fast as he could.
"Ginny… Oh my god, GINNY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT MUM WOULD SAY IF SHE SAW YOU IN… THAT???" her brother Ron yelled as all heads turned to look at Yelling Weasley and Potty the Bright standing to the side, looking rather sheepish in comparison. "AND WHY DOES MALFOY HAVE AN ARM AROUND YOUR WAIST?!?!?" Draco removed the arm. Freakish Boy Weasley was practically shaking in anger. He could tell that Ginny had NOT consulted her new wardrobe with her brother.
Potter tried to take control of the situation but to no avail. "Calm down Ron, I think she looks… nice?"
As Ginny walked by she fought back with a lovely comment of her own. "Hello Ron. Fuck off Potter." She turned back to Draco. Draco's eyes widened; this was DEFINENTLY not the shy Weasley girl whom his father had tourmented his 2nd year. This was very interesting. Draco liked interesting.
"Well, buh-bye! See you… umm, no time!" she skipped onto the train and then came back a second later to grab her matching green luggage. Ron ran onto the train after his sister while conveniently forgetting his bags, leaving poor hopeless Potter to collect his items. Harry sighed and picked up the parcels, staggering on to the train.
This was going to be a VERY long year.
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Next Time: Angry Ron, The Candy Cane Forest, Seamus all grown up, Neville takes a stand, blah blah blah. And yes, there WILL be some Ron/Hermione plotting in here that shall end succesful. Ehehehe.
A/N: OOH! That one was longer. Joy. Anyway, I haven't been able to see even whether ff.net published this fucking piece of work yet. If it has, then I haven't found it yet [cries]. Well, if you left me reviews, I'm happy! I'll start posting answers to them soon, if there are any. AND THERE BETTER BE. Or I shall put on my angry face and use threats against you readers.