I'm sorry that this took so long for me to get up.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that belongs to J.K. Rowling

I wake up, feeling an excitement that I hadn't felt in a while. The first Hogsmeade trip of the year and I was looking forward to spending the day with Draco and Ash. I slip out of bed, rummaging through my trunk looking for something to wear.

"Ginerva, do you really intend to wear those rags?" Ash asks, standing in front of her wardrobe.

I look down at all of the hand me downs from my brothers, and the thought of wearing something that they had became unappealing.

"It's really all I have though," I answer, "I feel a little bad that I'm always borrowing your clothes and wearing them. I don't really have enough to buy myself a new wardrobe."

"I don't mind, I like seeing how you look in my clothes. As for money, how about I make you some. Heavens knows I don't have a shortage of money and I have a few things already in mind," she mutters, making a vague motion at a sketchpad sitting on her desk.

As she tosses an outfit on my bed for me to wear, I wander over and look at the page it was open to. I felt a smile on my face, the outfit was great, and it fit the style that I was growing into. Looking up to say so to her, I see the scars on her back again as she slips a shirt over her head, I walk up to her silently and trace one before the shirt falls into place.

"Who did this to you?" I mutter aloud.

"Someone who is dead, but he just doesn't know it yet," she snarls.

I pull my hand back at her tone of voice, it was one that I have never heard her take before, and it sent small chills up my spine. Through that tone alone I could see why Draco held her in small awe.

She faces me, a smirk on her face, "are you going to get dressed, or going to go in you pajamas?"

I make a show of spinning in front of her, "I don't really think that I'd fit in with you two though."

I pull my clothes off, putting on the outfit that she had laid out for me. I knew that she had designed these clothes with herself in mind, but they did look great on me. The pants were like nothing I have ever worn before, they were closer to the shape of the leg at the top, but got slowly larger until I couldn't see my feet, two chains hanging from loops sewn into the fabric. I took a step and the chains clink, sounding like a perverted version of a bell.

"Definitely going to make you a pair of those," she mutters looking at me.

"Still enough to turn the head of Potty wee Potter?" I ask.

She just smirks at me. She still hadn't told me what she held against him, but she was enjoying getting her revenge. She lays her arm across my shoulders and we walk out of the room. The 

small part of me that was still Gryf marvels at how these snakes can all get along so well. With the power plays and everything else that this house is known for, it had a friendly edge that could turn if you made the smallest misstep.

"I thought that you two would take forever," Draco drawls from the foot of the stairs as we descend.

"We just like making you wait," Ash replies her voice teasing.

Draco smirks at her, "I'll keep that in mind then."

We make our exit from the dungeons, just in time to see the bloody golden trio making their way towards the main doors as well. Potty spots me, and I can see his expression fall at the company that I was keeping. There was something going on in that pitiful mind of his, and I had the feeling that I would find out what it was soon enough.

The October air was cool but not yet a full autumn cold. I took a deep breath, glad to be outside of that stuffy castle. The students around us took a big step to the side when they saw us coming. In a week I became the most hated person in Hogwarts, and they would have made it much more known if Ash or Draco weren't close by ready with hexes, as well as my own.

I spot Colin moving with a bunch of stuck-ups. Other than the Slytherins, he and Luna were the only ones who were not shunning me. Guess I have to count my lucky stars that my plan didn't estrange me from them either. I made a mental note to take them aside and ask them if they were willing to come down to the dungeons to hang out.

"Shall we," Draco asks, motioning for us to step into one of the waiting carriages.

He held the door while Ash and I stepped inside of it. Once inside, he turns to Ash and gives her a meaningful glare that I couldn't figure out. She rolls her eyes and just motions for him to be patient.

"When did you guys say you met again?" I ask.

"When we were eight or nine," Draco answers, "her parents had got caught up in something so she was living with us for a while."

I open my mouth to ask something when Ash just stares at me. In her black eyes, she was requesting that I not ask any more questions like that, something told me that I would find everything out soon anyway. I turn and look out of the window, wondering why even these two were keeping their secrets from me.

In Hogsmeade, Ash began to make her way towards Gladrags to get her robes and material. Draco looks longingly at the Quidditch store before entering the store after Ash and I. The wizard in charge of the store bustles into action when he saw us walk in, and half an hour later 

we walk back out with the promise that he was going to send Ash's purchases straight to Hogwarts. I felt a little envious, never before had I had such fast service inside of a store. Draco wraps an arm around my waist, resting his head on mine.

"You're still new to all of this, give it time and it will be nothing more than second nature to you," he mutters under his breath.

"What makes you think that?" I mutter back.

"Ash will not let you go poor. Thanks to her… situation, she has more than enough room and money to let you both live in absolute luxury. You are the only other person that she is this open with."

"Are you two muttering about me?" Ash calls over her shoulder.

"Of course not," Draco responds.

Looking over her shoulder, Ash shoots him an 'I really don't believe you' stare, but lets the topic drop.

"So, where else are we going to go?" I ask aloud.

"The Quidditch store?" Draco asks quickly.

"I have no problem with that," Ash replies.

With a smirk on his face, Draco walks through the door with me close on his heels. I could feel the amusement coming off of Ash at our antics. Out of the three of us, she was the only one who did not play. With a sinking feeling in my heart, I realize that I left behind Quidditch when I left Gryffindor. Draco notices the small change in my face before I smooth it into boredom.

We browse the store quickly before leaving, there was nothing new in there anyway. Heading to the Three Broomsticks, I'm about to go in when I someone grabs me roughly from behind and hauls me into the alley.

DM

"Where'd she go?" I ask Ash in confusion.

"She was right behind me when I came into the pub," she responds.

Ash closes her eyes for a second, opening them again she looks at me seriously.

"Go to the common room and wait for us there," she says quickly before leaving.

I don't stop and ask what she meant by it, if she couldn't stop for an explanation then it was very serious indeed.