Chapter 5

August 31, Second Year

This is the first time that I can write those two words together.  I am a second year, above the innocent, scummy, first years.

Again, I am in the train.  The trip is almost ending, but this time I am not sitting with Colin, but alone.  At least, now I am alone.

I wasn't alone for the whole trip, though.

I found an empty compartment as soon as I came in.  I hate large crowds now.  They just make me lie.

Anyway, I was sitting, alone, reading when who should storm in but the Weasley girl.

"Err...hi," she said.  Her face was threatening to become red, so I quickly returned my gaze to my book.

"Please leave," I told her.

"I can't.  Listen, don't make me go back out there..."

"Please leave," I said with a bit more forcefulness.  If she wanted to stay, then I defiantly wanted her to leave.

"No, because--"

I didn't let her finish.  I strode over and yanked open the door.  Without a second word, in strode Draco Malfoy, his goon, and his genius friend.

"Well, if it isn't the littlest Weasel."

She, pathetically, backed up against the wall, as if she was afraid of the Slytherins.  "G-go away, Mal-Malfoy."

"Look, she's afraid.  What are you gonna do, Genevieve Weasley?  Set a Baslisk on me?"

Her jaw dropped, as did mine.  I still found it hard to take references to the petrifying incident.  But I quickly regained my composure, for Draco turned to me.

"You.  You're a Slytherin, right."

"Yes," I said, trying to sound proud, and most likely succeeding after all of my practice.

"Can you believe that she is the Heir of Slytherin?"

"I'm not --" she started.

"No, I can't."  I let my cold gaze (I've been practicing that, too) bore into her.  She practically shivered.  She brushed past us, and ran out of the compartment.

Draco burst out laughing.  Vince and Greg followed suit, as did I.

"Did you see her face?  'G-G-go, a-awa-ay, Ma-Ma-Malfoy,' he mimicked.

"She was the accurate illustration of a nerd," Greg said.

"What a loser," Vice grumbled.  I was suddenly overcome with a desire to hit all three of them, but they left before I could think out that intuition.

Now, I'm alone again.  Alone in the quiet, comforting silence.  Yet the scarlet face of Genevieve Weasley keeps plaguing my thoughts.

A/N: Yes, we gave Ginny an original name!  She's not Virginia, she's Genevieve!  We know you love it.  Anyway, we hope that you liked this, because we are certainly enjoying writing this.

We are having a problem with this.  Should Jeremy stand up to his past and become friends with Colin again?  Or should he become the new Jeremy Pritchard?  Help us out, please.