Back in Ginny's compartment-
Once they were all back in the compartment, Harry sat beside Ginny and gave her a hug. "Are you okay Gin? What did that dirty bloke do to you? Do you want us to murder that git?" He sounded hopeful.
"No, Harry, its alright-
"What are you talking about Gin? He had you on his lap! Tell us, what did he do?" Ron was fuming now. She couldn't tell him what really happened! Or could she…
"Ron, it was all an accident. I fell when the train stopped and he held me tight so I wouldn't fall again. And his lips just happened to break my fall…"
"HE KISSED YOU?" Harry didn't seem too happy.
Hermione, as usual, wanted the facts. "Did you let him?"
"I…er…well, I couldn't help it, it just sort of happened." I stuttered. Harry looked hurt. But why? No time to ponder, Ron was yelling again.
"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT MALFOY, I SWEAR! BLOODY HELL, HE WILL WISH HE WAS NEVER BORN WHEN I AM FINISHED WITH HIM."
"Ron, the only thing that will get you is expelled." I was trying to protect Draco from being hurt worse than he already was now. What was wrong with me? But Hermione agreed. "Ron, Gin's right, its best to just let it be."
Ron didn't like the idea, I could tell. He didn't like the idea of any guy touching me, even if it was (heaven forbid) Harry. It was a long train ride after that. I didn't see Draco again, because everyone made me sit in the compartment with them. I wanted to find out what happened. Did he really like me, or was he caught up in the moment, or was he just trying to get revenge on my brother? Yeah, that last one was probably it. Maybe not, but I couldn't decide.
We finally reached Hogsmead Station and I hopped off. Hermione had to go and share the Head's carriage, which meant that she would be in the same quarters as Draco. I on the other hand had to sit with Dean, Ron, Harry, and Neville in a single horseless carriage. They began moving suddenly and I saw the last minute stragglers trying to hop onto a moving carriage, so that they wouldn't have to walk all the way to the castle. The conversation was light. Everyone had told about their summers, and how much they were glad to be back. Then they started talking about Quidditch, so I was left to my thoughts until we reached the castle.
We entered the Great Hall to see the usually outstanding decorations were still…outstanding. Millions of candles floating in the air and the ceiling covered in bright stars against a black sky. As everyone was seated, and the new students were sorted into their houses, Dumbledore rose and began his usual start-or-term speech.
"Hello, and welcome, one and all back to another of year at Hogwarts. A few announcements, the Forbidden Forrest is forbidden to all. Weasley's Whizzing Whizbees are now against school policy thanks to our caretaker, Mr. Filch. And finally, if I could meet with all Prefects and Heads after the feast, then we shall commence in eating!" With that, all the plates magically filled themselves with mounds and mounds of food.
"Harry, are you a prefect?" I inquired.
"No, Dumbledore gave the position to Dean Thomas because he said that Ron and I had enough to handle for now."
"Oh." I became silent.
After eating and talking with old friends for quite a time Hermione, Dean, and I left the table to go and talk with Dumbledore as the other students headed back to their dormitories. Everyone else had already gathered 'round Dumbledore as he announced some very shocking, very important news.
"Yes, yes, this year all prefects and heads will be sharing their own common room, and dormitories, much like another, yet smaller, house." There was an outburst of chatter as we all excitedly talked about the new dormitories. "Now if you will all follow me this way, I shall show you the way."
With that we all began to follow in a group behind him. I looked around and saw the many faces I knew that I would now be living with. That's when it hit me. I would be living in the same area with Draco! I had mixed emotions about this. I decided it was better to concentrate on where I was going so that I wouldn't forget. He led us to a picture of a very formal looking wizard in bright blue robes. "Password" he mumbled.
"Top Grades."
The portrait swung open and revealed a very orderly room. A fire was crackling merrily in the far corner. There were long tables, and squishy armchairs everywhere. There was a Hogwarts emblem on the carpet in the center of the room and each of the walls was painted one of the house colors; red, green, blue, and gold. Dumbledore pointed out that the girl's dormitories were on the right and the same to the boys on the left. Then he left. Everyone went upstairs to unpack. I was quite pleased to see that I would be sharing a dormitory (which was much like the Gryffindor rooms) with Hermione and another of my friends, Anna, from Ravenclaw. I finished unpacking and went to sleep knowing that classes would begin early in the morning.
Malfoy, later in the dormitory-
Nice dormitories. Too bad I have to share them with that mudblood. And Ginny. I don't know if I'm happy about that or not. She is a muggle-lover, and she is poor, but she is also a VERY good kisser and her body is NICE! I can't help but watch the fire in front of me and think about the upcoming year, my last year, at Hogwarts. I am sure it will be a very interesting one. Everyone else is already asleep, but I am not so great about falling asleep on time. I'm more of a stay up then wake up late kind of person. I got my schedule today. Shame, I have every class with Gryffindor except History of Magic. But at least I have double potions in the morning, that always brightens my day. With that last happy thought I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up just in time to throw on my robes and head out the door towards breakfast. I passed the Weaselette in the halls, but she was probably on her way to the library to meet Granger. Crab and Goyle said the woke up early, so they could get a head start on scarfing as much food down their throats as possible. I criticized them and then ran to the dungeons so I wouldn't be late for potions. I walked in and took my seat as far away from the Dream Team as possible. I glared their way and realized they had and extra member of their group this morning. A very pretty red haired girl, that I happened to have snogged on the train. But what was Weasel Jr. doing in 7th year potions? I decided that I would help her find her way to her rightful class, as she was obviously lost.
As soon as they caught glance of me strolling over to their table, the stopped talking and laughing immediately. Suited me. "What're you doing here Weaselette? Staying in your brother's classes so he can keep a close watch on you?" Hey! That was a good one. I smirked. What's new?
The little Weasel spoke up. "No, actually I happen to be very good potions, and Professor McGonnagal suggested that I take the 7th year class instead of burdening myself with all the dimwits that were going to be in my class. Yes Malfoy, that does mean I'm taking this class with you." She gave me a mischievous smile before batting her eyelashes in a sarcastic manner as if to tease me. I stalked back over to my seat and soon found myself surrounded by Crab, Goyle, and to my distaste, Pansy. She clung to my arm and I tried to shake her off, but I was to no avail.
Professor Snape glided into the room, cloak traveling swiftly behind him, a look of disgust on his face. "As few of you simple minded students have probably heard, we are going to be creating very difficult potions in here. I have decided that the best outcome that we can have is if I chose partners at random." With a swish of his wand, he made a hat with all of the classes names on it appear. As long as I don't get anyone from the Dream Team! He began to call off names. "Pansy, Hermione, sit together, Goyle, Ronald, sit together, Crab, Dean, sit together, Harry, Neville, sit together…" the list continued on for a while until I heard my name called.
"Draco, Virginia, sit together." I glanced at her and she looked as if she had just been shot. I don't think she wanted to be my partner, and though she was a good kisser, I must say that the feeling was mutual. She dragged herself over to the table where I sat and plopped herself in a chair next to me. Big Brother Weasel shot a warning glance at me, but I paid no head to it. Oh, God, I wanted to piss him off so badly, and this was almost too easy. When Professor Snape turned to begin writing on the board, I slipped my arm around her waist as I had done on the train. She looked at me, astounded that I would touch her in public. Big Brother Weasel's jaw was on the floor. I smirked and turned back to what Snape was writing.