Chapter One: Bouncing Ferrets and Chocolate Frogs

I leaned farther back in the seat; my long hair fell over my right shoulder and curled along the cushioned booth. Trying to find a comfortable position in between the window and Ginny was proving to be difficult. In fact, staying in the compartment was starting to become down right uncomfortable. My honey yellow eyes darted back and forth between the two couples that I shared a compartment with.

Yuck.

I don't know what is more disgusting seeing my best friend snog, or seeing my best friend snog with my younger sister. I shuddered and picked up my robes off my lap.

"I'm going to get in my robes now," speaking to no one in particular as I opened the compartment door. No one said anything, they were too busy giving each other a good tongue lashing. Literally.

I was just about to open the door to the changing room when the train lurched forward causing me to unceremoniously hit my head on the door. Grumbling while I changed I could hear the sound of muffled voices. Maybe Ginny and Hermione came to change into their robes, I thought as I opened the door. My head was bent as I did the last button of my robe, leaving the top two unbuttoned. Beneath I wore my uniform; the green and silver, as I was told, looked a bit off with my pale skin and ginger hair.

I lifted my head to find it was neither Ginny nor Hermione, and I jumped slightly in surprise.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Rolling my eyes I tried to push past him, "Shove off Malfoy."

Sadly, this seemed to be one of Malfoy's less forgiving days. "Watch your mouth you filthy blood traitor. Wouldn't want something to happen to you or your precious mudblood loving friends."

I could feel the anger inside me rise and an unfamiliar burst of vengeance went through me causing me to pull out my wand. I pointed it straight at Malfoy's heart. Well at least where a normal person's heart would be.

"Watch your mouth you spoiled little boy, or maybe I'll just turn you into that cute little ferret you loved so much in fourth year. Bounce, bounce, bounce."

I watched Malfoy's face change from shock to embarrassment to anger and something that made me worry, amusement?

"You thought I was cute Weasley?"

I gawked. My eyes already large and dominating my face, grew larger with shock. I huffed and pushed my wand a little harder into his breast bone.

"You wish Malfoy, I was merely commenting on the animal, don't think for one second I found your moon pale face appealing. Besides," I smirked using my trump card, "I prefer guys with more color, guys more like… Harry."

And without a second thought I pushed past him, going back the way I came, not turning to glance back.

Which is too bad, because if I had turned around I might have seen the shocked expression on his face. If I had turned around I would have seen the look in his eyes. And if I had turned around I might have been able to dodge the spell that hit me square in the back knocking me forward, and out.

I awoke sometime later in the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey's face hovering over me was not exactly something I wished to wake up to. "Oh, thank goodness you're awake Miss Weasley your friends have been over bearing with their attempts to see you."

I couldn't help but smile at her angered and annoyed face, she was big on the whole 'rest helps the healing process'. "Thanks Madame. Do you think I can go to my dormitory soon?"

With a sound that closely resembled a horse snuffing she shooed me with her hands, mumbling something about coming back if there were anymore fainting spells. I was grateful to be free and decided that with the amount of chocolate frogs that I had packed in my trunk, I really didn't need to go to the welcoming feast.

Thus I began my journey to the dungeons. Wow, do most people have such a flare for the overly dramatic?