A/N: I'm back! Sorry, had a huge case of writer's block (hope this doesn't disgust you all too much...) and a LOT of homework. School is killing me...slowly....and painfully....

Thanks to everyone that reviewed; as it is now almost 11 at night I really can't give personal notes, but I will try to in the future. and here it is, Chapter Four of Lips n Lyrics!

Chapter Four

Weeks went by, and before they knew it, they were standing at Platform 9 ¾, baggage, owls and all. For Ron's last year at Hogwarts, the majority of the family had Apparated to the station to bid them goodbye. Ginny rolled her eyes in exasperation as Ron's bellow echoed through the entire station as he chased the twins around, who had turned his newly-bought robes into a shocking shade of neon pink with yellow polka dots.

"Does he not realize he'll be flaunting that attractive outfit of his even more if he runs around screaming?" Rae murmured. Ginny nodded, agreeing, then smirked as Ron ran headfirst into Parvati Patil. Her shriek of horror was even louder than his. Screams of "OH MY GOD!" were heard as Lavender Brown joined her sister in crime and business. Ron turned a brilliant red, and twins were unable to stop laughing to change his robes back. With a giggle, Ginny waved her wand and turned Ron's robes back into the original brown-embroidered cream color. Ron muttered a low "Thanks" and a "I'll get you Fred, George; once I graduate I'll..." and ran off with Harry, who had yelled that Hermione had already found a compartment and was waiting for them.

"Bloody Golden Trio," Ginny muttered. Rae grinned at her friend.

"Poor Gin-bear," she said. "Always being kicked out of the group and not receiving any thanks for de-polka-dotting your brother." She pouted and crossed her arms like Ginny, and the girl lightened up. Charlie walked over from where he had been congratulating the twins and fending off the Weasley Mother's rage.

"Well, Ginny, we'll see you later," Charlie said to the redhead. "Bill told me to say bye for him; his curse-breaking skills were needed in an emergency; apparently some dorky tourist decided to get themselves stuck inside some room in the Eiffel Tower...trying to look for some secret or another." He leaned in, winking conspiratorially. "Look at what Bill got you two." He held out two little envelopes to them. The girls took it, opening their respective envelopes and gasped simultaneously.

"Oh my god!" Ginny squealed. "500 galleons to Nirvana!" She hugged her brother enthusiastically.

"Isn't that the new clothing store in Hogsmeade?" Rae asked, examining her gift certificate closely.

"Yep." Charlie smiled down at the two girls. "Bill said, and I agree, that there will be some stuff going on at Hogwarts that you might want to dress up for." Ginny narrowed her eyes.

"This sounds like a repeat of third year," she said slowly. "The Triwizard Tournament popped up after you said that. Now what is it? I hope it's not the Tournament again."

"Now, now," Charlie exclaimed. "Would I give you money to buy clothes if it was the Tournament?! I'd be giving you some fireproof jackets or something...for dragons...." They laughed. "But no, it isn't the Tournament. But there will be a lot of little events that you'll want lots of new clothes. And that certificate should cover a good five or six formal dresses." He covered his mouth. "Dammit, said too much. Bye!" With that, he apparated away. The girls looked at each other.

"Formal dresses?!" Rae exclaimed.

"Five or six of them?!" Ginny followed her in an astonished voice. They looked each other with wide eyes until the warning whistle from the Hogwarts Express shrieked loudly. Mrs. Weasley hurried over, a worried frown wrinkling her face.

"Ginny dear, Rae, the train's leaving," she said breathlessly. "You should be on the train now!"

"Bye mum," Ginny hugged her mother.

"Bye Mrs. Weasley. Thanks for letting me stay at the Burrow," Rae said courteously.

"No problem, dear," Mrs. Weasley said distractedly. "Now hurry and get on the train!" With a wave, the two girls levitated their trunks and hopped onto the train.

They walked down the aisle, looking left and right into the compartments. Sometimes they had to avert their eyes quickly, giving slightly horrified looks to the other as they walked; some students were quite....occupied. They finally got to the last few compartments of the train, and suddenly Harry ran out of one of them and smack into Rae.

"Ow! Watch where you're going," Rae snapped, rubbing her head. Then she saw who hit her. "Hey Harry." And in an immediate change of voice, "What the hell was that for?"

"Sorry about that," Harry said sheepishly. "Ron and Hermione need a little time alone," he added, jerking his thumb back at the compartment. Ginny and Rae looked at each other, and peeked in the window. They quickly hunched back down.

"Scarred..." Ginny groaned. "I am now officially scarred for life. My brother. The brother that is only one year older than me. I mean, anybody but him. And Hermione with him?! Scarred..."

"Ewwww," Rae covered her eyes, rubbing at them frantically. "I didn't need to see that; and to think that I'll have to see the two of them together every single day this year." They shuddered simultaneously.

"No wonder they've been late to class so often," Ginny added as an afterthought.

"Don't even talk about it." Rae covered her ears now.

"You think it's bad for you?" Harry said plaintively. "I have to be with them all the time; they're my best friends. You think I like having my two best friends in a snogging session right next to me? And they just decide to suddenly get a little more physical..."

"Ok, we get the point," the two girls winced. Ginny levitated her trunk again.

"Let's go find a compartment. Coming, Harry?"

"Nah," the boy shook his head. "Gonna go find the cart lady; that should take me the better half of an hour and hopefully they'll be done by then."

"Don't count on it," Rae snickered. "If those locked doors during the summer meant anything, they won't be done for the entire ride." Harry shuddered, and walked off in the other direction after a hasty goodbye.

"Let's find the compartment," Rae urged. Ginny nodded, and they set off down the hall.

"This one looks empty," Ginny remarked, craning her neck to see through the window.

"Well, open the door," Rae snapped, hauling her trunk with difficulty. "I can't keep this any longer; I want to sit down!"

"Lazy bum," Ginny retorted as she pulled the compartment door open. Rae stuck her tongue out at the girl, and they laughed as they walked into the compartment.

"Well, at least now we can..." her sentence trailed off as she stared at the opposite seats. She turned around to Rae and said in a pleading voice, "Please Avada me now."

"What is it with you today?" the raven-haired girl asked as she levitated her trunk into the overhead carrier. She turned to face the direction Ginny was standing and groaned.

It was thirty minutes before the Hogwarts Express left from the platform. Draco Malfoy arrived with a pop, a group of house elves following with his trunks. Blaise Zambini followed closely behind Draco, his own hoard of house elves popping out behind him as well.

"Well done," Draco drawled at the house elves. "We'll carry on from here."

"Thank you Master Draco," a little elf squeaked, beaming as it bowed repeatedly. "We is going home now, Master Draco." The platinum-haired wizard nodded and the elves all bowed again before vanishing. He could hear Blaise giving the same directions to his house elves.

"Is Pansy meeting us here?" Blaise asked in a low voice. Draco nodded, not taking his eyes off the crowd.

"She needs the support," he replied softly. Blaise shook his head.

"Poor girl." They looked around. A brunette separated herself from the milling groups of chattering students and stumbled forward, dragging her trunk along. Blaise hurried forward and grabbed the trunk, levitating it so it set down next to his own.

"Hey Pans," Draco said to the girl.

"Hey," she whispered, looking down at the ground.

"C'mon," Blaise said, "find a compartment first, then we can talk in private," he snarled at some idiot first years that seemed to be interested in the conversation. They scurried away quickly. Draco nodded, and patted Pansy's back comfortingly as he levitated both their trunks and headed onto the train. They walked all the way to the end of the train, and Blaise looked around for a spare compartment.

"This one's open," he said, walking through the open doorway. Draco bowed sardonically, gesturing for Pansy to go in front of him. She gave him a deadpan look; nothing like the Pansy he knew, and walked through the door. Draco followed, closing the door and muttering Silencio before settling down on one of the benches.

"I'm sorry, Pans," he said genuinely, looking at the girl. She shook her head, eyes still plastered to the floor. He frowned. "Pans, look at me." She shook her head again. "Dammit, Pans! I want to know if you're all right! Look at me!" She raised her eyes, and a fury and sorrow filled her eyes to the brim.

"No I am not fucking all right," she hissed at him. "Would you be 'all right' if your mother was murdered right in front of you by some red-eyed laughing maniac?" Draco just stayed quiet. She needed to rant herself out. "And my fucking father watched. He watched while she screamed and writhed under the Cruciatus, and never reached out a single hand to help the woman that he was married to for the past 19 years. How would you feel? Huh? To finally know just how much your father valued his wife. What would happen if the Dark Lord wanted me? He would hand me over, that's what! What a miserable bastard! That fucking little half-blood killed my mother, Lady Parkinson; she had the purest blood out of them all. What with his 'kill all the Mudbloods and Muggles' of the fucking universe....And really, his wife?! He loved her; he would take roses to her every anniversary, he would give her gifts for her birthday...but I guess that was fake, too." She stopped, eyes wide as she glared at Draco. And as suddenly as she started to rant, she burst out into tears. Draco and Blaise immediately moved to her sides, Draco with his arm around her shoulders and Blaise clasping her hands in his.

"C'mon, Pansy," Blaise said soothingly. "Get it out." There was no response except for more tears, and she turned her face and hid it in Draco's shirt. They sat there for some time, tears hitting the floor the only sound. Draco's heart reached out for his friend. Poor Pansy.

"What am I going to do without her, Draco?" she sobbed. "She was all I had left; the one true female who understood me and my feelings. How will I go on? And how will I ever trust another male with my heart?"
"Whoa there," Draco said. "I don't see how your father will play into your future boyfriends..."

"You idiot," she hissed. "Of course it does!" Blaise and Draco looked at each other and shrugged. Females. Crazy race, the lot of them.

"All right, all right," Draco replied. "Whatever you say, Pansy." She shook her head and stood up, pulling herself out of her friends' arms.

"I'm going for a walk," she snapped. "Going to go find someone a bit more sympathetic than you two."

"But..." The compartment door slammed shut.

Pansy ran down the hall, wiping her eyes furiously.

"Stupid Draco," she muttered, groping her way towards the girl's lavatories. "I can't believe what he said....of course it has an impact! What an idiot." She was so busy talking to herself that she ran right into someone walking down the hall.

"Watch it, asshole," she snapped.

"Same to yourself, bitch," the person responded. "What the fuck is your problem, walking down the hallways by yourself when you can't even see properly?" The voice was tinted with humor. She looked up, shocked at the way this person was talking to her. Her eyes widened.

"No way." She turned her back and started knocking her head against the wall. "Not Harry Fucking Potter. Not the Boy who Never Fucking Dies. No fucking way."

"Whoa, might want to watch the language there." Harry stood there, leaning casually against the wall. When she didn't stop hitting her head, he picked her up and set her back a few inches from the wall. "I'm not going to let you hurt yourself," he said sternly. "You might damage something in your head."

"Yeah, like you care."

"Hey, at least I'm not bitching at you."

"Whatever, Potter." She brushed him aside. "Now, excuse me. I have to go to the loo—lavatories."

"Go to the lavatories? No need to be so formal, Parkinson." Harry's green eyes glowed with hidden amusement. "I know what it is, and I'm not going to follow you in there."

"Whatever, Scarhead." She walked off. "What is it with him and cusswords today? Stupid bloody Potter..."

Draco sat back, rubbing his eyes wearily. "She needs to control that temper of hers."

"You should talk," Blaise retorted. "Who's the one that throws stuff around the dorms whenever Potter win's a match?"

"Shut up."

"What?! I'm just telling you the—

"I said shut up," Draco growled back as he listened to the sounds in the corridor. He beckoned Blaise and they moved to the other side of the compartment, where no passerby's could see them.

"Lazy bum," they heard a faint girl's voice snort as someone pulled their compartment open. Draco's eyebrows shot up as he watched the littlest Weasel walk right into their compartment. He smirked; this should be quite amusing, once they find out that the compartment really isn't empty. "Well, at least now we can..." She stopped dead as her wide brown eyes met his silver. She turned around to the other girl. "Please Avada me now."

"What is it with you today?" Rae asked as she walked in and levitated her trunk into the overhead carrier. She then turned around, and groaned. "Not you again!"

"What do you mean, not us again?" Blaise asked, one eyebrow curved in amusement. "From what I can see, you were the one barging in on us."

"Yes, we know that," Ginny replied. "But you would've ducked into any compartment just to get away from what's going on in the other compartments."

"You mean Weasel number 6 and the Mudblood?" Draco smirked. "Yeah, they've been going at it for a while now."

"Eww," Ginny groaned. "Why were you watching my brother? Can't get your own, is it?"

"Watch it, Weasel," Draco growled.

"And as we all know, we Princes of Slytherin can most definitely get 'our own'," Blaise mocked her voice. "We don't need to resort to little mudbloods to satisfy our hunger. Plenty of...decent...females seek our attentions regularly."

"And you give it to them?" Rae cocked an eyebrow. "That's risky, spreading Pureblood seed among the rest of the Wizarding population; don't you know that?" Her tone was mocking, taunting the boy and daring him to reply.

"Why of course." Blaise jumped right into the trap, but his eyes gleamed as he did so, giving away the fact that he most definitely knew what was going on and was intent of enjoying it to the hilt. "But if Contraceptive Charms are performed, there is almost no chance of the females becoming pregnant with our children."

"We aren't stupid, Vardelle," Draco snorted. "We have to keep our Pureblood Pride; can't have dirty blood mixing in with ours, can it?"

"Maybe so, but at least some Mudbloods have more skill than our people, pure as our blood may be." At Draco's arched eyebrow, she smirked at him in return. "Or did you not remember that I am a Weasley? One of the oldest families next to your oh so ancient Malfoy line?" She gestured at Rae. "Betcha don't know who this is."

"Oh please do enlighten us," Blaise replied with a lilting tone. Draco glanced amusedly at his friend. When the girls weren't looking, he mouthed "whipped", causing Blaise to glare at him.

"Raeniera Vardelle," Rae replied. "The Heiress to the Vardelle Estates." She gave a little curtsy as both sets of eyes widened at her real name. "What? Couldn't you guess from my last name?" She shook her head disgustedly. "You must be denser than I thought you would. I mean, I could guess a teenage Malfoy with blonde hair and a terrible attitude would most definitely mean Draco Malfoy."

"The Draco Malfoy," Ginny added on. "Heir to Malfoy Manor and Estates, his father's vault in Gringots, and the throne of Voldemort." She matched Draco's glare coolly.

"And of course we would know Zambini," Rae continued. "The raven-haired, dark-skinned, emerald-eyed Zambini. Heir to Zambini Manor and Estates."

"What a big difference between the two," Ginny muttered.

"Shut up, Ginevra dear," Rae said sweetly. "Anyway, Zambini. Among one of the most powerful Pureblood families, up in the clouds along with Parkinson and Malfoy. The others, AKA Goyle, Crabbe, Bulstrode, etc. don't mean much. They're nothing but—

"Pawns in our hands." All four of them said simultaneously. They looked at each other. Creepy..

A/N: It is just a tad bit shorter, but review review! I promise that some music stuff will be coming up soon, and a bit more interesting stuff with Draco/Ginny, Blaise/Rae. Come on, you gotta have the plot stuff first.......wicked grin I love reviews.....and reviews make me happy....and happy author means good story.......