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Ginny searched as hard as she could for her friends in her year as she boarded the Hogwarts Express. There was no reason for her to sit with Harry the entire train ride, having snagged a seat next to him in the car on the way to the station. She had managed to engage him in a conversation about Quidditch and had stared straight into his eyes when she'd said she couldn't wait to play another season with him as captain. Now it was time to play hard to get. She had dressed to the nines (as much as the Hogwarts uniform would allow), and was wearing a new perfume she'd saved up all her extra money for. Spying Colin Creevey and his girlfriend, Sara, she knew it was time to extricate herself from the group.
"See you when we get to school." She said coolly, brushing past Harry and heading straight for her friends. Looking over her shoulder for only a brief moment, Ginny caught Harry staring at her as she walked away.
Proud of herself for making such a fabulous exit, Ginny forgot to pay attention to where she was walking, and had lost sight of Colin and Sara. She shrugged it off and kept going, peering into the compartments as she went. And, in true Ginny fashion, she stopped looking where she was going and collided with a blonde figure already clad in Hogwarts robes.
They both tumbled down, Ginny landing on top of the boy. After she brushed her hair away and tried to get up, Ginny realized who she was on top of…Draco Malfoy.
"Gee, Weasley…if you wanted to get busy all you had to do was ask." Draco sneered.
"Ugh. In your dreams, Malfoy." Ginny spat as she struggled to get up. Draco gave her a playful shove off of him and helped them both up, ignoring Ginny as she pulled her delicate little hands from him.
"Just watch where you're going Weasley. You're actually sexy now, so you'll wanna watch yourself around the blokes at this school." Draco said dully.
"Don't ever speak to me again, you worm." Ginny yelled, shutting herself into the nearest empty compartment.
Not two seconds later, Ron, Harry and Hermione shuffled in, seething at what they had just seen.
"That damn idiot! I'll kill him, Ginny, don't even worry." Ron promised.
Hermione sat beside Ginny and put her arm about her shoulders, "Don't listen to people like Draco Malfoy, Ginny. He's a pervert in every sense of the word."
Harry simply sat before her and looked in her eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Of course she isn't!" Ron yelled irrationally, "That foul git just put his slimy hands on her. As soon as we get off this damn train, I'm going to slaughter him. I can't believe you didn't hex him, Ginny. Did you enjoy that, or something?"
Ginny jumped up and struck her brother, "How dare you say that, Ronald Weasely? I hate Draco Malfoy just as much as the rest of you. How could you even suggest that I…"
Ron rounded on her then, "You've been throwing yourself at Harry the past four days. You're boy crazy, Ginny, and it's going to get you in trouble."
Ginny gathered up her things and made for the door, "I'm not going to listen this. Harry and Malfoy would be so lucky if I threw myself at them."
Out in the aisle, Ginny was breathless and could hardly hold back the tears. Her own brother was suggesting she was a slag? A tart her threw herself at every boy she saw? And what Harry must think of her…Well, she would show them. She wanted Harry with all of her heart and she was going to get him. Hermione was obviously wrong. This overt flirting was making her seem like a floozy, not like a girlfriend. She would just be as sweet and nice to Harry as possible. And she wouldn't apologize for being pretty. No sir.