The Year of Promises, Insanity, and Perverty Insinuations


Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm a piece of clump compared to J.K. I love you Rowling! Okay, I'm done now.

A/N: My head hurts right now so I apologize for any typosies I will make in the terribly near future. Also, people need to figure out the thought processes for themselves. I'm too lazy for that!

Chappie 2


Ginny openly groaned as Malfoy and his cronnies swept their eyes across the room. Hmph. Quite a crowd. Must be my lucky day. Potty, Weasel, Mudblood, a Halfblood, and-what's this? Ah yes, the Weaslette. Oh, this is going to be good.

Harry and Ron stood up, hands dug into their pockets, fisting something. "What do you want Malfoy?" Harry said quietly.

"Exactly what you had said before, Potter. I'm making rounds on the train. That is, after all, what I'm supposed to do when one's Head Boy correct? Of course, you wouldn't know since…" And Draco let it hang. Ron balled his fists tighter.

"Being Head Boy would ruin anyone's fun. Who'd want to patrol the halls every night when you could be doing something else worthwhile?" Ron shot back. Hermione clicked her mouth (I don't know, just go with it) and huffed.

"But imagine the pleasure, the ecstasy of having the power to dock off points just because his arch nemesis is looking at him the wrong way," Malfoy purred (!).

Ginny made a face and poked her tongue out. "Sounds like Malfoy's getting turned on by his position of being Big Head Boy. Perhaps that's why his goons are present, just in case he needs to relieve some of his stress...?"

Ron and Harry guffawed heartily and Georgia glanced at her incredulously while Hermione mouthed "Bad Ginny!" but there was a certain twinkle in her eyes. Draco, on the contraire, simply stared through the Weaslette as if she weren't there.

"Touché," he said, "Weaslette grew a sharp tongue over the summer. Maybe we should try out how sharp...?"

Ginny grew quite red in the face, calmed down, and replied curtly, "You're one to talk, Malfoy."

Crap. What a retarded comeback.

Malfoy showed no signs of laughing at her comment and instead, simply arched a brow.

"Tsk, tsk, such manners, Weaslette. I'd advise you to be more careful in the future. I just might not be feeling as generous as I am today. Let's go, shall we?" He and goons then slid through the compartment door, cloaks billowing softly behind them.

Harry and Ron sat back down and Georgia shivered and the room wasn't very cold.

"That stupid, overbearing bastard. I swear, he's gonna get his just rewards VERY soon," Ron cried.

"Just ignore him. Couldn't you tell? He was dying for attention," Hermione stated.

"I certainly won't ignore him when he starts insulting my friends," Harry said darkly.

"Gin, he sounded serious. I'd try to be more careful," Gia said worriedly.

But Ginny wasn't listening. Still trying to shake off the triumphant feelings of ousting Malfoy, she wanted to insult him some more SO...she did a stupid thing. VERY STUPID THING.

She swiftly walked out of the compartment door and whirled around to see Malfoy still ambling (in her opinion) down the hallway. And she shouted the following: "Go ahead and try, Ferret! I always like a challenge!"

There were horrified little gasps coming from the door but Ginny was still too adrenalized (haha, I made that word up) to realize how stupid she was as to retort that. The Ferret Boy froze. And slowly turned around. He had an evil smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He marched up to Ginny, towering over her. She jutted out her chin and looked up defiantly at the horrible boy. Crap, he really does look rather imposing up close.

He leaned down until his hair brushed against hers, looking her dead in the eyes.

"We'll see then, won't we…?" he murmured, and strode back to his cronnies, where they continued walking in the opposite direction.

Shortly thereafter, Ginny realized that she had been holding her breath during that tense moment and quickly released a sigh. An eerie feeling settled at the bottom of her stomach and her breathing quickened. She spun back to the compartment, trying to forget what happened and hoped that none of the others heard their brief conversation.

"Ginny!" they cried the first thing she came back. "Why the hell did you say that!" was the second thing they said.

"Are you utterly out of your mind!"

"Do you have any idea what kind of dog-poo you got yourself into?"

"Hey! Dog excrement makes very good fertilizer!"

"That's not the point, Herm! Jeez, where do you come up with this trivia!"

"Oh no! Do not get me started again, poo-head!"

"Oh! There you go saying POO-HEAD! Smart people don't say poo-head! So ha!"

"Ah ha! You're saying I'm smart! Nyah!"

"Guys, get back to the point of interrogating Ginny! Ginny! How can you say something like that!"

"EVERYBODY SHUT THEIR YAPS!" Ginny's voice was hoarse from attempting to shout over the bickering group. They all shut up abruptly. Hermione and Ron stopped arguing, Harry stopped trying to break them up, and Georgia, for some reason, was cowering in a corner. You guys, normally she isn't like this, but she absolutely hates confrontations and her brain goes smushy when she's around Ron-boy. I apologize for her behavior. Now, back to the story.

The petite one roved eyes about the compartment, looking like a rabid dog at the moment. Everybody else seemed to think so too as they slowly backed away from the crazy girlie.

"I need some air," Ginny stated, and marched out the door.

ARGH! What was I thinking! Stupid Ginny! I'm such a idiot! Why did I have to go open my big mouth!

Her stomping march evolved into fast walking, which changed to a light sprint down the hallway, not stopping, until she ran into a body, which was attached to a pair of strong arms that grabbed her, which Ginny didn't see because she had her eyes closed while she was running I have no idea why she did that so don't ask sohelpmegod. Ginny looked up to see who had so RUDELY "attacked" her and immediately regretted it upon seeing who it was.

"Shit," she muttered.

"My sentiments exactly every time I happen to see you," answered Malfoy. He was smirking his smirkiest and Ginny longed to punch him just ONCE.

"Go away," she mumbled, "go disappear with your goonies and hopefully I won't ever see you again." Upon looking down, she noticed at lightning speed that the Brat's hands were gripping her upper arms and their bodies were too close for comfort. Blondie seemed to notice the same thing and one millisecond later, they sprang apart like two springing thingies, eyeing each other with utmost suspicion.

"This never happened," Ginny said VERY SLOWLY, backing away.

"Likewise, Weaslette," Malfoy replied, also backing away.

They stared at each other.

"…"

ARGH! Too. Much. Silence! Someone start talking Please!

"Uh…BYE!" said Ginny, loudly and sprinted off, past Malfoy, towards a random direction with the boy looking at her incredulously.

She is one hell of a maniac. Draco then dusted off his robes, sniffed in a snobby way like all snobs sniff, and strode off the opposite way.

Meanwhile, Georgia had gone looking for the maniacal redhead, crying, "Gin! I think you're thinking time is OOVVEERR! It's unbearable sitting in there without you! Where the heck are you Gin-girl!"

"BOOGA-BOOGA-OOGA!"

"EEEKKK!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Gin-girl" slapped her knees repeatedly from laughing so hard, and Gia was hitting Ginny non-lethally. Apparently Gin-girl needed some stress release and had hid behind one of the empty compartments when she heard Gia calling for her. Whereupon nearing the empty compartment, the crazie proceeded to make weird noises in order to see Gia's face light up with fright. Hahahaha.

"ARGH! Ginny, you're so evil!"

(Between fits of laughter) "Ah-haha-sorry-haha-I-honk/snort-couldn't-ha-help-heehee-it! Buahahahaha!"

"Ginny, you are seriously in need of medical attention. Let us be off to Mungo's!"

"Mungos, mungy's, mangoes…lalala!"

SLAP!

"…thanks, Gia."

"Welcome, crazie."

After Ginny's "medical treatment", the two pranced back to the Trio's compartment, to find Herm and Ron bickering again and Harry sadly shaking his head and laughing at the same time.

"-you're so insufferable!"

"You act like such a know-it-all!"

(Gasp) "I thought we already made that clear, RON!"

"Obviously I forgot! Please, do tell!"

"I don't want to if you're just going to forget again every single time!"

"God! What is with the RON-BASHING?"

"We have good reason to bash you!"

"Give me three good reasons why!"

"HMM! Let's see! Point one: You lack any trace of common sense! Point two: You have the emotional range of a teaspoon! Point three: You have the thickest head known to man! Shall I go on!"

"…you have bushy hair!"

"Oh please, Ron, stop acting so immature! ARGH! I'm tired of this argument!"

Hermione flung herself into a seat and crossed her arms crossly. (I know, OOC, but who cares?) Ron sat back down and blew a strand of hair from his eyes. Harry looked at Gia and Gin, who had been standing at the doorway, immobilized by the vicious verbal banter that just occurred.

"Hullo," Harry said tiredly. "Satisfied with your promenading?"

"Er, Yup!" Ginny said happily. She glanced at the heavily breathing people. "Still at it?"

"I don't understand," Harry said sadly. "Year after year, why can't they converse in peace for more than 5 minutes?"

"Ya know what, guys? I'm tired," yawned Gia. "I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up when we reach Hogwarts." The wispy-haired blonde then sat down next to Ron (hee), pulled up her knees, and closed her eyes. Hermione began to yawn.

"Napping doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Good night, all." Then she tucked her head beneath her arms and started nodding. Ron's stomach growled one more time, and he rose quickly. (poor Gia)

"Okay, I'm going to look for the food cart. I cannot stand it anymore. I will STARVE. Be back in a while." He walked out of the compartment, leaving Harry and Ginny to talk about things.

They both sat down across from each other, the only noise being the steady rhythm of the train.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…I'm bored."

"…me too."

SNORE!

The silent two nearly jumped at the sudden noise, but glanced at the guilty one and almost snorted with laughter. Hermione was making the obscene noise. Harry and Ginny carefully avoided looking at each other.

"You know, I really think Herm likes Ron, whether she'll admit it or not."

Ginny chuckled softly. "I don't think Ron even realizes he himself likes Herm."

"Maybe we'll just have to play matchmaker then, hmm?"

"Haha, like they'll let us. You know how Herm is with her priorities, especially school."

"Like you're one to talk, Gin."

"No actually, at the beginning of the year, I decided to swear off boys."

Harry nearly choked upon hearing such news and looked at Ginny like she was beyond insane. "Swear off boys?"

"Yep," Gin said proudly. "And I think I can do it, too."

The Boy mussed up his hair. "That's quite a challenge."

She laughed quietly. "Oh really? It's not like I don't have any real temptations to make me fail."

"Excuse me? In case you haven't noticed, there are plenty of good-looking guys here at Hogwarts. And I'm not even including myself."

"Oh please, the prospects here are pathetic. And I'm not even including you."

Harry put a hand to his heart. "Ah, shot down by love!"

Ginny reached over and lightly punched his arm. "Cheer up. It's only for a year. Then you can come over to our house and attempt to win me over. Provided that you manage to pass the booby traps my brothers will set."

"Haha, I'll be dead before I even reach the front door."

"Hahaha."

The two friends shared a good laugh without any intrusions while the train still chugged along. Hmm. It won't be long before we get to Hogwarts. Huh! It's been such a long time since I could just talk and laugh so carelessly. And now that I don't like Harry anymore, I can talk to him without being embarrassed. …I've changed a lot. Now all I do is focus on my studies. Heh. I say it like it's a bad thing.

Ginny smiled outwardly at her thoughts not noticing a certain dark-haired boy observing her curiously. Ginny's changed a lot. She's more serious, no matter how silly she acts. And now she had to go make that promise. How am I going to tell her now?

The redhead flashed Harry a small smile when she caught him looking at her. She's crazy. And hyper. And smart. And kind of…? Wait a minute! What the heck am I doing! I am not thinking that Ginny's cute. Well, she's not pretty, but she certainly is cute, at the least. Argh! Stop that idiot! You're going to get yourself killed! By Ron, no less!

Harry began to smack himself on the forehead, while Ginny looked on curiously.

"What are you doing to yourself?"

"Ask me no questions and you will receive no answers," evaded Harry.

"You seriously need more help than I do."

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"Oh nothing. Just the fact that you're hitting yourself on the head and making strange faces."

"So? People can do that if they want to. Doesn't mean that we're crazy."

"Okay then. To each his own."

"You still won't believe will you?"

"Not at all."

"Never mind."

"You do that."

"AH-HA!"

Ginny and Harry's blood pressure nearly skyrocketed as they glared at Ron, who happily had a pumpkin pasty in his mouth and his pockets bulged with sweets. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"I presume you found the food cart...?"

"Oh yeah," garbled Ron, who plopped himself next to the sleeping Hermione, who was startled out her brief slumber. She glanced sleepily at Ron.

"Maybe you'll shut up now that you've got your food.."

"Just go back to sleep."

"Okie-dokie..."

Ginny yawned at this time. "Ya know, a nap sounds really nice right now. I'm gonna crash too. 'Night all even though it isn't night yet."

She then tilted her head back and drifted off in plethora of swirling thought thingies while Ron and Harry discussed boy things.


A/N: Whew! How exhausting! Normally, I don't type that long, but I felt inspired so there! The next exciting extension coming soon!