The next week I woke up to screams.

"GET UP! UP! WE'VE ONLY GOT AN HALF AN HOUR BEFORE THE TRAIN LEAVES!"

I gasped and flew around the room, quickly throwing all of my stuff and junk in to my old trunk.

I quickly put on a pair or jeans and a baggy black tee shirt then tied my hair behind my head with a scrunchy.

I ran downstairs to the kitchen, loudly dragging my trunk behind me.

I paused, put a piece of toast in my mouth, then headed out to the car.

Throwing my luggage into the car, I quickly raced back inside where Ron and Harry were already waiting, heads on their hands, eyes slipping closed then open every second or two.

"Where's Hermione?" I asked.

Ron looked up and groaned. "Still getting dressed."

I sighed. "That little… you know what? She's not going to be anymore."

They watched, open-mouthed, as I stomped over to the foot of the staircase.

"HERMIONE JANE GRANGER!" I roared. "GET DOWN HERE UNOW/U OR I WILL PERSONALLY PUT YOU IN A HEAD LOCK AND GIVE YOU SUCH A BEATING YOU WON'T HAVE ANY HAIR LEFT TO STYLE!"

By then, my mum and pap were in the kitchen also, listening to me scream.

I smiled. "Good morning, family."

Hermione appeared, glaring at me. "You must think you're funny, yelling at me like that."

"No, I was I'm an honest, real person, unlike some of us in the room." I replied.

She huffed then stormed out of the room.

Ron leaned over to Harry. "You need to make your decision."

"How?"

"I dunno," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Flip a coin or put two pieces of paper in one hat with their names on it. It always worked for me."

When we finally piled into the car, I was stuck between Ron and Harry.

At first, they tried to sit me next to Hermione, but when I muttered something about fire my mum quickly stepped in and said that maybe I should sit between the boys.

Ron kept shooting glances at the two of us to see if we were to do anything.

When we finally pulled up to the station, I climbed out and raced into the station.

My mum wrapped me in a hug. "Bye, Ginny dear. Remember to write when you want your present!"

I smiled, leaning up against the barrier.

Just as I was pretending to check the time, I smoothly slid through.

I brought my luggage to a workman and was happy when I found an empty compartment near the back of the train.

I was sitting there for a minute when the door slid open.

Hermione was there, grinning. "Guess who Harry chose?"

"Hermione," a voice called. "I found a seat over here!"

She smirked. "Obviously not you."

When she finally left I let the tears I had been holding back escape me.

Why did he like her?

Why?

What was there to like?

Then it hit me.

What is one thing most guys like?

Obvious question, eh?

Someone who is willing to get in bed.

I wiped away my tears, disgusted.

Not long after, my friend Lianda joined me.

We'd met each other at the sorting; she was in Gryffindor, also.

"I'm bored." She moaned. "What'd you do over the summer? Party? Sneak out? Meet boys?"

"None of that," I sighed.

I didn't feel like admitting to her that, once again, I has seriously thought that I, ickle little Ginny Weasly had a chance with the famous Harry Potter.

During the train ride quite a few of my friends visited.

"Five minutes until we reach Hogwarts," Lianda said, returning from her trip to the front of the train. "Come on, let's change."

I locked the door, not wanting anyone to come in and see me without my robe on.

When we were presentable, I unlocked it and sat down.

About two seconds after that the door slid open.

Draco Malfoy stood there. "Oh, red head and dumb blonde, it's you."

I rolled my eyes. "No, it's Santa Clause singing 'Mary had a Little Lamb.' What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Looking for some munchkins to torture." He smirked.

"Malfoy! Might I inform you, I made prefect! I might not be able to take away house points, but I will turn you into the teachers!"

"Do you think I care?" he sneered. "I could easily leave this school anytime I want. After all, I am in my seventh year. You might be the one that needs to be careful."

I took a step closer to him, glaring. "Remember that little incident with your father? How he was thrown in jail? You might want to watch your back, Malfoy, because if you continue on like that, you're next."

He didn't seem to have a reply. Shooting one last look at me, he stormed out.

Lianda looked at me oddly. "What happened last year?"

I hadn't told her anything about… well… anything.

It was secrets only known by members of the Order of the Phoenix. Of course, I wasn't supposed to find out, but I did anyway.

I knew I had to change the topic- that I was very good at, might I add. "Oh my God! Did you hear about that girl in third year that cut her tongue off because her boyfriend said she talked too much?"

"Seriously? What's her name?"

Of course, I had made it up, but she was a sucker for gossip.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I forgot her name. All I know was that she was in Hufflepuff. Rumor has it that that had to bring her to St. Mungo's not only for the surgery to reattach it, but because they think she's psycho."

Lianda's eyes grew large.

Finally, way before I knew it, I found myself sitting in the Great Hall.

"Alkbne, James." McGonagall called.

A boy with shaggy blonde hair stumbled forward.

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat screamed.

Everyone at the table decked out in green and silver cheered happily. The kid walked over, not quite sure where to sit. Malfoy pointed to a seat next to him.

I was fixing to look down when Draco's eyes wandered up to mine.

I felt my chest tighten up and my breath catch in my throat.

He smirked, then began to talk to Pansy.

I sighed.

What was all of that about?

I began to feel miserable, even after "Pullman, Faye" was made a Gryffindor.

After "Zamanda, Greg" became a Ravenclaw, Headmaster Dumbledore swept grandly to his feet, out stretching his arms and grinning widely.

"Welcome, Hogwarts, to another school year!" he beamed. "Now, I have a important announcement to make. This year Hogwarts will be holding a temporary exchange program with a school named Phenynrics.

"We will have two students from each house go there. This is not a requirement, mind you. You can sign up starting tomorrow in the morning. Any ages are acceptable.

"If you are selected, you will be drawn from classes and any responsibilities whilst you are not at Hogwarts. When you return, they will all be fully restored.

"Please remember that we will also have new students here. I expect you all to be kind and welcome to them. Now, if there are not any questions, let the feast begin!"

"Are you going to sign up?" Lianda asked through a mouthful of chicken.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

We chatted merrily through the rest of the meal.

When I got up to my bed, I was more then tired.

I fell asleep even before my head hit the pillow.