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Part III: Stone Smashed
"So called favourite brother, doesn't even give a damn about me," Ginevra growled angrily to herself. She stabbed her scrambled eggs mercilessly.
After Ginevra's little encounter with Draco she made her way towards Ollivanders. She was of course baffled at Draco's sudden behavior toward hers, she had mentally noted to herself to figure out what Draco Malfoy's game with her was at the start of term. She never really had gotten to know Draco Malfoy that well. Well other than the fact that she knew he was an arrogant git and future Death Eater, she knew nothing about him. But then again, her mother always told her that everything was not what it appeared to be. Ginevra always seemed to want to know more than what was on the surface; she wanted to know what was within.
When Ginevra had spotted the two lovebirds, they made their way to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Ginevra had to endear an endless session of Fleur and Bill showing their affection towards each other. Of course she didn't really think there was anything wrong with public affection but you kind of have to draw the line when snogging in front of your little sister. Once everyone was finished with their sundaes, the three of them headed back to the Burrow.
The last week of summer vacation had been a complete blur mostly. Ginevra had kept to herself and stayed in her room finishing off some of the homework she had neglected for the past 2 months. Ron and Harry were still ignoring her completely, and only spoke to her if it was necessary. Hermione had gotten a bit softer towards Ginevra but not as much, she still hung around Ron and Harry more so than her.
The last day of summer holidays was what she vividly remembered the most though. Fred and George had come over to visit the family and greet Bill and Fleur. Followed after dinner, was a mini Quidditch game. Fleur and Hermione had politely declined playing in the dangerous wizarding sport and preferred to watch, but Ginevra happily accepted. Ginevra wasn't the best Quidditch player in the world but she did like the feel of herself being on a broomstick, it made her feel free.
They abandoned the role of the Seeker because it was getting a bit dark and finding the Snitch would be hard. It was Fred, George and Ginevra versus Harry, Ron and Bill. Bill and Fred were Keepers, Harry and George were the Chasers and Ron and Ginevra were the Beaters. Ginevra saw this as the perfect opportunity to get all of the anger out of her system in this little game of Quidditch. She had hit Harry several times with her bludger; Harry dismissed it despite the several bruises on his body. Ron, Harry and Bill had won with a score of 120 to 100. Ginevra was sure her team would've had a comeback if not of her mother calling them in. Even though they lost, it was well worth it to see Harry grimacing in pain when he was attending to the bruises Ginevra had caused.
Today was the day Ginevra would go back to her Hogwarts and start her 6th year while Hermione, Ron and Harry would enter their last and final year. When Ginevra had come down she found out that Bill and Fleur had left without saying good-bye to her. Molly told her that Bill was needed in Egypt for a new wizard pyramid they found. The goblins thought there were at least 20 curses in there and they needed Bill right away. She was extremely mad at this and that was where Ginevra was now…stabbing her scrambled eggs brutally.
"Err…Gin, maybe you should take it easy on those eggs," George teased her, "I mean they didn't do anything to you."
Ginevra glared at George.
George was about to comment on Ginevra when Molly came in and announced for everyone to hurry up and eat so they wouldn't be late getting on the Hogwarts Express.
Ginevra quickly dropped her fork on her plate and went upstairs before anyone could say a word. She wasn't in the mood to tell her family about her foul frame of mind that day.
She retreated to her bedroom, and grabbed her trunk. She took one final look in the mirror. She wore a simple white long sleeve with a silver geometrical pattern in the middle and a pair of black flared jeans. She topped off the look with her favourite pair of white trainers. Her auburn ringlets cascaded half way down her back, filled with luster and shine.
Finally satisfied, she made her way downstairs where she saw everyone already prepared and making their way out side to the Ministry cars her father had hired. Outside, there were 2 blue and white cars waiting in front of their house. They needed two because there were about 8 people going to King's Cross altogether. Fred and George thought that it was necessary to see off Harry, Hermione and Ron because it was their last year.
Arthur, Molly, Fred and George took one car while Ginevra, Harry, Hermione and Ron took the other. The threesome made Ginevra sit in the front seat with the old driver while the three of them sat in the back talking in hushed whispers. No doubt, it was about some way to bring down Voldemort on their own.
The car ride lasted less than 5 minutes. After that, everyone filed out of the cars and through the magical barrier. There everyone said his or her good byes to Fred, George, Molly and Arthur. 'The Dream Team' went on their own separate compartment shunning Ginevra. But no matter, Ginevra really wasn't exactly in the mood to be stuck in a compartment with the three of them anyways. She silently trudged through the already fill compartments and made her way towards the very back of the train, she was quite positive that nobody else had took refuge in the back of the last compartment. There she could at least have half an hour of total peace and quiet.
Ginevra passed by many of her acquaintances. All of the people she called friends were not her friends; they were her acquaintances. The people she usually took to hanging around with were her brother's friends. Ginevra usually found herself talking to Seamus, Dean and Neville more than once in a while. She knew they only put up with her because she was Ron's little sister and probably felt sorry for her. None of the boys seemed to want her romantically; all three of them had girlfriends. Seamus had been going out with Lavender Brown for a good solid 6 months now; they were quite the couple. They often showed their affection towards each other in the public's eye though. Neville had been seen with Susan Bones from Hufflepuff on more than one occasion. Dean had just recently started seeing Parvarti Patil. Although Parvarti was head over heels with Dean, Ginevra could tell that Dean was hardly interested in her. Dean was probably feeling left out and got himself a girlfriend so he wouldn't feel left out of the group.
She passed a compartment filled with Slytherins as well. From what she heard, the Slytherins always brought a stash of alcohol and illegal substances on to their compartment, and gotten themselves stone smashed on it. From past experience, she learned to avoid that particular compartment. She shuddered at the memory of the train ride home last term.
Flashback
Hermione had asked Ginevra politely to leave; she said there were certain issues that she wanted to speak to Ron and Harry about privately. Ginevra nodded silently and went off in search of Dean, Seamus and Neville. But, she was pretty sure they were quite occupied with their girlfriends, seeing they wouldn't be able to see them for 2 months. So she decided to look for an empty compartment.
Some how, Ginevra had found an empty compartment not far from the front. She settled herself comfortably on the seat and looked out to the scenery that was being rapidly passed. Ginevra was close to sleep when she heard the compartment door open. Her eyes fluttered open quickly and there her chocolate brown eyes met Draco Malfoy's silver orbs. When he laid eyes on her, Draco put on his all too familiar smirk. He made his way closer towards her.
He leaned in and was about an inch away when he said, "So Weasley, what are you doing all by yourself? Aren't you scared that you're all alone with a big, bad, Slytherin?"
Ginevra knew all too well that Draco was drunk as hell. His appearance was slightly disheveled. His usually slicked back hair had fallen across his forehead, and his face was flushed. He had awkwardly walked towards her, and almost tripped on his own feet. Last but not least, when he talked his voice reeked of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey, or some kind of alcohol.
"Fuck off Malfoy, you're smashed as hell," she told him firmly, "and I think I can take care of myself, now if you'll excuse me."
Ginevra got up from her seat and made her way towards the door, she didn't fancy being around a drunk Malfoy for very long. But she didn't make it very far when Draco grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall.
"No, I don think that I'll let you go, well not yet at least," he smiled maliciously at her. His hand began to stroke up and down on her bare arm.
"Malfoy, let go of me now," Ginevra boldly told him.
"Ah, ah, ah Ginevra, how about we have some fun? We still have 15 minutes before we arrive at Hogwarts," Draco slurred. His hands rested on her hips but were slowly going higher and higher. His face leaned in forward and he tried to plant a sloppy kiss on her.
Ginevra realized the situation she was in, and knowing that Draco was in a drunken state, she pushed him off of her roughly. This resulted in Draco falling on his behind, and a surprised, 'ouch' came out of his mouth. Ginevra opened the compartment door and was about to leave when she turned around and said to Draco in malevolent voice.
"Try that again Malfoy, and I swear I'll hex you into the next century." With that said and done, she left without a backwards glance.
End of Flashback
Ginevra had safely passed the Slytherin compartment; fortunately she didn't meet any out of state Slytherins. She was sure that Draco Malfoy was in that very compartment right now, getting stoned or smashed at the very least.
She made it to the very last compartment, which looked like it was empty. Her hand grasped the handle; she entered the compartment silently. Ginevra assumed that the compartment was vacant, so she had placed a locking spell on the door for privacy. Suddenly an all too familiar silky voice came from behind her.
"Why Weasley, I didn't know you were that kind of girl. You even placed the locking spell so we'd be alone? I'll add the silencing spell if you want me too."
Ginevra growled angrily and turned around to meet the face of a leering Draco Malfoy.
(Slytherin
Child/LeiPeiPei's original notes)
End Notes – Well a
short chapter, I know it wasn't the best but I somehow had the urge
to write a chapter about Draco not exactly being the perfect and
clean boy he is. So hopefully you people will REVIEW PLEASE.
