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The next morning went smoothly for once. King's Cross was a bit messy, as they had to figure out how to hide Arnold, Pidwidgeon, and Hedwig, but for once, they were at the Hogwarts' Express with time to spare.

"Ginny, d'you want to find a compartment?" asked Harry.

Excited at the fact Harry wanted to sit with her, she knew she needed to stay with Dean. Feeling something drop inside her, she said," Sorry Harry, I said I'd meet Dean," incredibly brightly.

She felt her heart leap as she caught a shadow of jealousy brush his face 'He must really want to be near me!' she thought as she and Dean settled into a compartment.

"So, Ginny, are you going to go for Quidditch this year?" asked Dean.

"Yes, I think I'll try out for Chaser, it's much more fun scoring goal," said Ginny.

"Yeah, I dunno whether I should try out for Chaser or Beater," said Dean.

"You should definitly go for Chaser - Oh, look the food cart is here, I want a Cauldron Cake," said Ginny.

As they got out to buy sweets, Ginny overheard Zacharias Smith going on about Harry and the incident at the Ministry -'What a attention-seeking prat that Potter is'. All she could hear was the git saying unfair things about Harry and decided to bring things to a stop quickly.

"Shut up Smith," glowered Ginny.

"What are you going to do to me Ginny?" taunted Zachariah.

"This!" she shouted as she cast her spell, The Bat-Bogey Hex, for which she had a reputation at Hogwarts.

The Bat-Bogey Hex hit its mark on Smith and the great black things started shooting out Smith's nose. Suddenly, a humungous man burst into the hallway, or tottered it seemed to Ginny.

"What are you doing, Miss..." the man asked.

"Weasley," she supplied.

"Ms. Weasley is it? Well?" asked the man.

"Well, he was saying incredibly mean things about my friend Harry, so I hexed him," she said, pointing at Zachariah as the huge black things kept flying out both nostrils.

"Do you mean Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived?" asked the man.

"Er... yeah, but we don't usually add 'The Boy Who Lived' on the end," she said.

"Well, I must admit, that was a marvelous hex though it shouldn't be performed on students," he said as he lifted the curse of Zachariah, he massaging his nose,"But why don't you join me in Compartment BB for a spot of lunch later? By the way, my name is Professor Slughorn."

"Thank you, sir," said Ginny.

About an hour later she made her way to Compartment BB, after saying good-bye to Dean. It was rather squished, but she didn't mind. She had already eaten some of Mrs. Weasley's sandwiches, but she didn't want to seem rude.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Harry and Neville were trying to squeeze their way in. "Harry, m'boy, how are you? You must know these students. Zabini Blaise? Cormac McLaggen? No? Well, you must know this young lady," he said as he pointed to Ginny, or tried to.

Ginny gave him a small grimace as Harry struggled not to laugh at her predicament.

The conversation proved boring, as Slughorn droned on and on about old students who were currently working at the Ministry of Magic, and fawning over McLaggen, as he was so well connected, in Slughorn's eyes. Ginny knew they needed to change into their Hogwarts' robes soon, for its was already dusk.

"Oh look how the time flies! Well Blaise, McLaggen, Harry, and of course you, young lady, drop by any time," boomed Slughorn.

"Not even in your dreams," muttered Ginny as she rolled her eyes.

Harry appeared at her shoulder. "Ginny, what were you doing in there?" asked Harry.

"I dunno really, he saw me hex Smith, thought it was rather good, and invited me to lunch," said Ginny as she ticked the points off her fingers.

"Why did you hex Smith?" asked Harry.

"Because, he said mean things about you!" exclaimed Ginny.

She then noticed him looking at her in a peculiar way.

"What's wrong Harry?" she asked, as they went to get their robes.

"Nothing Ginny, absolutely nothing at all," said Harry, turning into his own compartment, as she kept walking towards hers.