Chapter Two

My name is Ginerva Molly Weasley, and I am in quite a fix. I have just been sorted into Slytherin House. Needless to say, my brothers are not very happy.

Ginny paused, sticking the quill of the pen into her mouth, chewing on its feathers. She looked down at the diary before her. It was battered and worn. She had found it in her belongings soon after unpacking that day at they had gone to Diagon Alley. She had no idea where it was from, but at the time she had said nothing in the hopes that it would be the one place she could talk about Harry in private.

But now that she had written in it, the book didn't seem to be such a good idea. Anyone could read it, and thus, in a sense—read her heart. That was not something Ginny wanted. She looked back down at the book, prepared to scribble out what she had written so far, but she saw there was no need.

The writing had already mysteriously disappeared.

Frowning in puzzlement, Ginny scrawled across the page again:

My name is Ginerva Molly Weasley, and I am in quite a fix. I have just been sorted into Slytherin House. Needless to say, my brothers are not very happy.

The writing disappeared once again. In its place, new writing was appearing,

A Slytherin, eh? Well. I wouldn't be of much use to you. Just leave me in the library or get rid of me.

Ginny nearly shrieked when she saw the writing appear, however she mastered herself and quickly wrote back,

Why? But more importantly, who are you? How are you doing this?

She waited for the letters to sink away before being replaced by new ones:

To answer the first question, it is because I have been known to give away many the secret of a poor unsuspecting Slytherin girl. You wouldn't want me doing that to you now would you?

Ginny slammed the book shut. It was stupid. A waste of her time. Angrily, she hurled it out past the door from the Common Room. Good riddance, and woe to anyone who happened across it in the hall. Ginny slowly rose, yawning before making her way to the Slytherin Girls' Dormitories.

Time, she thought vaguely, to meet my room-mates. God help me.

She entered the room, and found herself staring at three neatly made beds, each beneath a window revealing the starry night sky far above them. The bedspreads were green with a large silver 'S' embroidered on them. Nothing like the Gryffindor Common Rooms Hermione had described to her. Then Ginny saw her two roommates.

One of them stuck out a hand,

"Hi, I'm Millicent."

Ginny took it hesitantly, "I thought you were a second year?"

Millicent flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder, rolling her hazel eyes, "Oh I am, but since there are so few girls in Slytherin, they've had to combine years." She gestured towards the other girl, "And this is Pansy."

Ginny took one look at the pug faced girl and decided that there was no way she wanted to be her room-mate. Pansy glowered down at Ginny,

"Weasley." She clucked, "My father will be enraged when he hears that I'm being forced to room with one of them!" She flopped down onto her bed.

Millicent rolled her eyes,

"That's exactly what you said when you found out I was your room-mate."

Pansy grunted, clutching her wand as she rolled over on her side.

Millicent changed into her blue nightgown while Ginny changed into her red plaid pj's. Millicent shuddered when she saw Ginny.

"Ugh!" She exclaimed, "That must be amended. First of all, Ginny (I can call you that right?), plaid has never been in style, and it never will be. Especially for red heads. It clashes horribly." She flipped through her copy of Teen Witch Weekly, "I don't suppose you brought another pair?"

Ginny shook her head, "No, I didn't."

Millicent furrowed her eyebrows, "Hmmm…" Her eyes shot over the page, "Look! This one's pretty!" Ginny leaned over her shoulder, following her pointed finger to a long green night-gown. Ginny smiled,

"Yeah, that's really nice!" She agreed. Millicent grinned back,

"Exactly. And it's only 24 galleons."

Ginny's eyes popped, "24 galleons! What do they put in it? Diamonds!"

"No, Weasley," Pansy said in a nasty tone, "They actually put cloth in it. So it's clothing…rather than the rags you seem to enjoy prancing around in so much."

Ginny glared at her, "These are not-!"

"Girls!" Millicent cut in, "Let's not fight. I think it's time we went to bed anyhow. Look at the time."

So they all fell asleep fairly soon and the night hours passed without further problems. Ginny woke at 5 AM, long before her room-mates and she made her way over to the showers.

An hour later, she was sitting in her bedroom, writing a letter home to her parents when Millicent woke up, yawning and stretching.

"Hello, Weaselette, what are you doing in my room?" Millicent said groggily.

Ginny shrugged, "I'm your roommate, remember?"

Millicent glared at her through drowsy eyes, "You are not my roommate!" Millicent then made her way to the door, preparing to take a shower, however she missed it by about a foot and smacked with a thud into the wall.

Ginny rolled her eyes and tuned back to her letter.

Dear Mum and Dad:

As Ron has probably already informed you, I got sorted into Slytherin House. So far, everyone is being really mean about it, except for Millicent (however she just woke up this morning and insulted me) who's been ok. Harry and Hermione have been trying to support me, but Ron is off his rocker about the entire thing.

I just want you to know, not all Slytherins are bad, and I don't plan on turning "evil" as Ron so bluntly put it. I miss you guys a ton, and I hope to see you this Christmas even though I know you two are planning on going to the Bahamas for a much deserved vacation.

Missing You,

Ginny

She sealed the letter and stuffed it into her Slytherin robes, planning to give it to Fred and George who would mail it to the Burrow with their owl.

Millicent re-entered the room, her wet hair clinging to her robes. She smiled over at Ginny,

"Hi, whatcha doin'?" She asked, leaning over Ginny's shoulder as the eleven year old put away her single quill and ink-stand.

"Writing home to my parents." Ginny responded, rising from her seat.

Millicent nodded, "Ok."

Ginny looked at her, "Um Millicent, this morning, you said…" She trailed off. Millicent seemed lost for a moment but then she laughed.

"I called you Weaselette didn't I?" She asked, "Well, I didn't mean it. I just wasn't quite awake and well…" She paused before smiling again, "Let it be known that I call everyone names when I'm not awake."

Ginny laughed, "Ok then, I was just a little worried."

They both looked over at Pansy who still lay sprawled out on the bed, her mouse brown hair knotted in small tufts. The two girls shuddered.

"Come on," Millicent said, "Let's go to the Great Hall. It's already 7:06, they'll be serving breakfast soon.

"What about Parkinson?" Ginny asked as they exited the room. Millicent shrugged.

"Let her be late to class. It's not our fault she can't get up in the morning."

They passed through the Slytherin Common Room just as Blaise and Draco were exiting the boys' dorms.

Blaise and Millicent both grinned happily once they saw each other and Blaise started walking towards Millicent who abruptly stopped to wait for him.

Draco on the other-hand appeared disgusted, "Hanging out with the littlest Weasel are you now, Millicent?" He demanded, his lip curling up in disdain.

Millicent looked shocked, "I…" She stuttered out nervously, "I mean, I thought…since she's a Slytherin now—that it didn't matter what her last name was…" Millicent lowered her eyes. Draco growled.

"Spare me the heroics, Bulstrode. Last names always count, no matter what house you're in. If Potter or Mudblood were in Slytherin you'd be crawling over them too, wouldn't you?"

Ginny clenched her fists, her face reddening. He had insulted Hermione…and Harry.

Millicent appeared to be even more uncomfortable, "But she's-"

"Listen Bulstrode, if you don't stop hanging out with Weasels, you can forget about being my friend—or Blaise's!" Draco commanded, "That means no Scarhead-!"

"STOP!" Ginny screeched.

Draco appeared severely taken aback, as did the other two. "What did you say, Weasel?" Draco finally managed.

"Stop insulting my family, Harry, Hermione, and stop threatening Millicent! You can't own everything you know, no matter how much money you have!"

Draco's lip curled up in disdain, "I'd keep your trap shut if I were you, Weasel." Two more figures appeared in the Common Room. Crabbe and Goyle. "Come on, we're going." Draco made for the door. Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise followed. After an apologetic glance, Millicent quickly ran off after them, leaving Ginny alone in the Common Room…friendless and lost.

Draco angrily stepped into the Great Hall. It was only the first day of school and already things had gotten bad—and he hadn't even run into the Gryffindors yet!

Draco sighed audibly, throwing himself down onto the bench and waiting for Crabbe and Goyle to take their customary seats on either side of him.

Blaise and Millicent sat down on the other side, directly across from Draco. The Slytherin took a gulp from his goblet of pumpkin juice.

Blaise proceeded to do the same, as did Millicent. Crabbe and Goyle skipped the juice altogether and instead moved on to the bacon and other such food staples. Draco rolled his eyes in disgust. Turning to Blaise he said,

"So, who are you rooming with this year?"

Blaise shrugged, "No idea," He dug his fork into some scrambled eggs, "I forgot their names."

Millicent spoke, "I'm rooming with Pansy and Gi-I mean, Weasley."

Blaise swallowed, "I feel sorry for you, Mill. Gosh, those are some really horrid roomies! Can't you ask Snape for some new ones?"

Millicent shook her head, "No, I don't need to. Pansy really doesn't talk to either of us so it's like she's not there and…Weasley isn't so bad."

Millicent ducked her head, apparently very interested in her pancakes after that last statement. Draco and Blaise both glowered at her. Blaise spoke first,

"Listen, Millicent, I don't want you hanging out with a Weasley! They are a horrible family, and beneath you. Don't talk to Weaselette anymore!"

Millicent made no answer and instead quickly consumed the rest of her breakfast before running off to DADA. Draco turned to Blaise,

"I don't like it Blaise. She seems rather attached to Weasley, and that's not a good thing."

Blaise nodded, "I know, but if she does want to be Weasley's friend, and if Weasley isn't that bad…" At the expression on Draco's face he quickly gave it up, "then that's just too bad for Millicent."

Draco smiled. "Now you're catching on."

The Great Hall doors swung open once again to reveal the Golden Trio. The tallest of the three quickly walked over to the Slytherin Table and straight up to Draco and his cronies while Hermione made her way over to Ginny who was seated at a secluded corner of the table. After some hesitation, Harry finally decided to follow Ron to ensure his friend didn't inflict any bodily harm on himself or Draco, after all, it could mean serious detentions with Snape.

"If you even TOUCH my sister, Malfoy, you'll wish you were never born!" Ron said threateningly. Crabbe and Goyle instinctively rose up, prepared to defend Master Draco, but the pale blond waved them off. Instead, he faced Ron.

"Indeed I would, Weasel, for I would be contaminated." Draco knew it wasn't a good comeback but it was better than getting himself landed in detention thanks to his cronies pounding Ron to death. But Weasley though, seemed to be thoroughly enraged. In fact, he looked ready to burst.

"MALFOY!" Was all that he could manage to splutter out.

"Why yes, Weasley, it's good to see that you've finally learned my name."

That was the last straw. Just as Harry arrived on the scene, Ron drew his taped up wand and hollered out,

"EAT SLUGS, MALFOY!" The wand backfired, and Ron flew across the room, smacking into Harry and knocking him down. The two landed in a pile on the floor. Hermione and Ginny quickly ran over to them while the rest of the Slytherins laughed.

A/N:

Thank you all of you for your reviews. And I know several more people read this story but didn't bother to leave reviews, so I'd like that to get fixed (i.e. some more reviews please:)

But anyways, I digress...

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Sweet As Butterbeer: Hah! I know you! You read Fred and George Did It! I'm very happy to see that you're reviewing this story as well. However, I'll warn you that however much I love comedy, this is not meant to be one. I may throw in some hilarious comments, but for the most part this is how the Harry Potter series would end up differently had Ginny been placed in Slytherin. Furthermore, I can perfectly understand that you may not like the idea of her being placed in that house too well, when I first thought about it, I couldn't stand it either. But after contemplating the matter further, I realized that it could actually work, and would be an interesting read. And now I've gone off searching for rabbits in these rabbit trails I'm creating. Sorry. Just as a random thought, I was thinking about writing a sequel to Fred and George Did It and titling it 'Fred and George Did It-Again!', but I haven't quite decided on a storyline yet, were I to write it at all.

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