So, Chapter 2 for you! Won't say too much about it I think. Enjoy

Chapter 2: Bat Bogeys and Seven Sodding Gits

"Bloody-fucking-hell!" Every resident of the Weasley household, more frequently known as the Burrow, knew this particular sound to mean one thing: Ginny Weasley was on a death mission.

For one lingering moment the youngest Weasley child stared in horrification at her reflection in the mirror rather awkwardly positioned above her nightstand. Then, as realization hit her, she glanced towards the roof of her small bedroom. A dangerous rage was building up inside her as she grabbed a t-shirt off the floor, pulled it violently over her head and slammed the door to the hallway open. She stumped up the stairs to the second floor, were the twins' room was located. Without bothering to knock, she stormed in, only to discover that the room was empty and that the subjects of her fury had already gone downstairs for breakfast. On her way out of the room she kicked 'something' (probably a new artefact under development for the Wizarding Wheezes) out of her way just for the hell of it, sending it flying straight through a window, pieces of glass shattering all over the floor. She would probably regret it later, but for the moment, all that occupied her mind was ways to murder Fred and George in the most painful, humiliating way. She could not believe they would do this to her, and on the very day she was going back to school!

Ginny raced down the stairs in a matter of seconds and barged into the crowded kitchen, were all conversation died the moment she entered, like someone had put a silencing charm on the entire bunch of them. Ginny ignored it, concentrating her attention on glaring holes in the heads of the two identical redheaded bastards, seated at the kitchen table.

"You-" she began, her voice dangerous, but was immediately interrupted.

"That-" Fred pointed at Ginny's head, "- was not me."

"Or me!" George piped in. "In fact, I'd like to declare myself innocent during the process of this little makeover," Ginny was about to argue, but was once again cut off before she got the chance to get anything remotely similar to a sentence out.

"Though I must say, Ginnykins," He knew she hated it when he called her by that nickname, given her by her mother at the age of two, "that despite the fact that I really didn't picture you as the punk kind of gal, it looks pretty good," Fred offered with a nod, mock approval crossing his face, though it mostly looked like he was trying his best not to burst out in fits of uncontrollable giggles. 'Oh, I'll teach him to laugh,' Ginny thought, by now seeing red.

"Yeah," George agreed, "Did you get the idea from Tonks?" He was smiling wickedly, not able to contain his obvious glee. "But, no offence, I think maybe turquoise would have suited you even better," he winked at her.

"My. Hair." Ginny grabbed fits of her long, tangled hair with both hands, her knuckles whitening, she was gripping it so tightly, "Is. Green!" She spat out each word through gritted teeth.

"We can see that." Fred nodded.

"Yep, no need to state the obvious, Gin, we're not blind you know," George chimed in, giving a sort of shrug. She couldn't believe the nerve they had. Didn't they know she was going to hex them to the fiery pits of hell for this? Stupid bloody prats.

"Why. The. Bloody. Fucking. Hell. Is. My. Fucking. Hair. Fucking. Green?" She asked, still fighting to contain her fury, while doing her best to ignore her brothers' infuriating comments.

"Well, I think a more interesting question is why you are down here, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and knickers," Fred stated smartly, looking pointedly at her bare legs. "And if you say 'fuck' one more time I'll give you a hug," He continued in an affectionate voice, as he batted his eyelashes in the most ridiculous way.

"Yeah, I really think you forgot to put trousers on Gin," George half whispered, like it all was a bit of an embarrassing situation for her.

"Would I be down here now if I really cared that I'm only wearing knickers? Hm? No, so shut the fuck up and fix this mess before I bloody hex you!" Ginny said in a nastily sweet voice, tugging more furiously still at some strands of bright, emerald coloured hair, just to get her point across. She looked back and forth between the two of them, waiting for one of them to break. Mr. Weasley had lowered the newspaper sometime during the argument and was staring in puzzlement at his daughters' hair.

"Ginny, love, your hair-," He stuttered in astonishment.

"Yes Dad! My hair is green! What do you think I'm raving about?!" She shouted, her boiling temper getting the best of her, before whirling back at her siblings. "Do you really think I won't hex you?" she asked them, "because then you're both terribly deluded."

"Well, as you don't have a wand at hand," George pointed out, "I'd say your chances at performing any kind of functioning hex would be pretty slim," He looked properly smug about his discovery. Ass-twat.

Just then, a groggy looking Ron came slumping into the kitchen and Ginny leaped at the opportunity, snapping his wand right out of the back-pocket of his jeans.

"Well, I do now!" she exclaimed in triumph.

"Hey, give- Whoa, what the bloody hell did you do to your hair?! And why aren't you wearing pants?" Ron ranted in reaction to the striking new colour of his sister's hair and the lack of clothing covering the lower part of her body.

"Are you mental?! Do you think I deliberately did this to my own hair?!" Ginny cried in infidel, whirling at him instead. "And I was not wearing pants because I couldn't be bothered to find some as I was on my way to murder that pair of baboons!" She pointed Ron's wand at the twins with such vigour that a sprout of red sparks shot out, blasting a hole in the picture of The Minister of Magic on the cover of Mr. Weasley's newspaper.

"Calm down there Gin," Charlie said. He was home from Romania for the summer vacation and had regarded the madness displaying in the kitchen in silence, until now.

"Oh, yeah," Ginny was now fed up with the whole lot of them. Why would no one help her get her hair back to normal? "You know what Charlie? You can tell me to 'calm down' when someone turns your hair green!"

"Ginevra Molly Weasley!" Everyone's heads turned towards the doorway leading out to the garden were a grim Mrs. Weasley stood, hands on her hips, a basket stuffed to the brim with freshly cleaned laundry under one arm and looking her most terrifying. "Why are you yelling like this? Scared all the hens to death, you did! And why aren't you properly dressed, you know we have to leave in fifteen minutes if you want to catch the train," She lectured her daughter sternly as she put the basket down beside the sink. "And," she frowned disapprovingly, "What on earth have you done to your hair?"

"It wasn't me!" Ginny cried, now so frustrated by the situation she badly wanted to punch something. Or rather; someone.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed Gin," George said.

"Nothing wrong with wanting to experiment a bit, aye?" Fred sniggered, offering the mischievous grin that became the last straw. Ginny whirled around and before anyone had time to lift even a finger to defend themselves, she cast her infamous Bat-Bogey Hex. The next moment, a swarm of grotesque, bat-like creatures were attacking the twins, accompanied by a whole lot of wailing and one very satisfied Ginny Weasley.

"You didn't need to get all fired up about it, did you?" George grumbled as he scratched his chin where one of the bats had gotten him. "It was just a stupid joke,"

"Just a stupid joke, was it? The two of you should be grateful I didn't have my own wand, as the curse would have had considerable greater impact if that was the case," Ginny shot back as she and the rest of the family hurried down the platform. The huge clock on the far wall showed that it was only three minutes to the train left. Ginny's hex had made quite a mess and gotten them all severely behind schedule.

"Yeah, don't remind me," Fred shuddered at the thought, bringing back a memory when that had indeed been the case. The twins and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had come to bid her, Ron and Harry, who had been fortunate enough to have slept through the Bat-Boogey incident, farewell. Charlie stayed home claiming he'd witnessed enough drama before noon as it was.

Ginny glanced around the platform, vaguely searching for familiar faces, but she couldn't make out anything but blurry silhouettes through the heavy foam from the train and she reckoned the majority of the students had already boarded the Hogwarts express anyway. Only one figure stood out from the fog. A person dressed in bright pink from top till toe, and Ginny knew immediately who it had to be. Sure enough, just a couple of seconds later the girl came closer and Pansy Parkinson's high-pitched voice pierced through the loud chatter of countless goodbyes.

"Can you believe the nerve of that insufferable bitch?" She just asked one of her Slytherin 'friends', who Ginny liked to address as 'minions', a much more suitable expression in her opinion. "She actually implied she had anything going on with Draco! She very well knows me and Draco has promised ourselves to each other, ages ago!" She spat, like it was Daphne Greengrass or Millicent Bulstrode fault some Ravenclaw girl had in some way offended Pansy, most likely by being the subject of Malfoy's sexual desires at the moment.

Ginny snorted out a laugh. Draco Malfoy may yet be an arrogant bastard, but she found it highly unlikely he would ever 'promise' himself to Pansy Parkinson, the way he was sleeping around. Now that she thought about it, it was actually strange Pansy didn't know about Draco's habits of shagging a different girl every week. She would have bet her broom that every living (or dead for that matter) creature in the castle knew.

"Hey, watch out Millicent! I don't want mud on my suitcase!" Pansy suddenly snapped. How she ever managed to make any friends at all was beyond Ginny's comprehension.

She turned back to her family as Mrs. Weasley fussed about, "Come on you lot, on the train with you!" She hugged Ron and practically squeezed Harry before she reached out and grabbed hold of Ginny's shoulders, bringing her in for a tight embrace. Molly Weasley had always been particularly worried for her daughter. She wasn't less fond of her sons, but Ginny was the only girl and the youngest and after the horrible events during her first year at Hogwarts, it always made her more than a bit anxious to send Ginny off. In addition, the girl had inherited some of the nerve wrecking ability for getting into trouble, from Fred and George.

"Ok, Mom, you can let go now," Ginny muttered gently after a while. They all said their goodbyes before the three of them was ushered onto the train. On her way up the steps behind Ron and Harry, Ginny cautiously stroked her hair. Before they left the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley had succeeded, with some help from a pair of sulky, recently violated sons, to get the colour almost back to normal. However, it was still a tad bit more magenta than her usual fiery red. She wondered if anyone would notice.

"Don't worry," Fred's voice said from behind her. "It'll be back to normal in no time."

"Well, it better," She looked darkly at him, but it was half-hearted. Despite the level her temper could reach, it was never long termed. "Or I'll find some even nastier spell to accomplish by Christmas break."

George grinned, "We'll owl you about the revenge we have in store for you," he retorted cheerfully, like it was something to look forward to.

"Do some damage, will you?" Fred asked anxiously. "I worry sometimes, that when we left, the era of mischief went with us," He actually looked a bit sad.

"I'll do my best," Ginny replied, with a mischievous grin of her own and a salute, before jumping on the train as the piercing cry of the train sounded, signalising its departure.

Ginny was towing her suitcase (which was quite heavy, despite the fact that she'd had to limit the content severely to get room for all of her Quidditch gear) down the narrow corridor of the train, searching for a compartment where someone she knew had taken residence. Somewhere along her journey she bumped into Dean Thomas, her former boyfriend, which turned out to be a rather awkward encounter. When Dean had finally finished ogling her cleavage, rambling enthusiastically about nothing in particular and disappeared into a compartment occupied mainly by a bunch of other seventh year males, such as Finnegan, Goldstein and Michael Corner (another ex) she was free to continue her lookout. She passed one compartment filled with seventh year Slytherins (though she noticed the silver haired ferret was absent); one where a party of squealing third graders were crowded together, fighting to get a peek at the latest edition of 'Witch Weekly'; one where some Ravenclaws were having a heated discussion on some subject she couldn't quite make out; and one where a group of assorted uncertain first years nervously tried to make friends. Ginny watched them with a sympathetic smile, remembering the mix of anticipation and anxiety that coursed through her the day she was attending Hogwarts for the first time.

She thought about all the worries and all the things she had looked forwards to; 'What house am I going to be selected into?', 'What if they don't put me in Gryffindor?', 'Will I make any friends?', 'Am I going to do well in class?', 'I wonder what the castle must be like,', 'Am I going to get lost?', 'Will everyone think I'm a dork?' and the question that had occupied her most at that point in her life; 'Will Harry Potter ever like me?'. Ginny scoffed at the thought, the crush she'd had on the infamous 'Boy-Who-Lived' for almost four years seemed so immature and pointless when she looked back at it in retrospective. True, he had saved her life in the Chamber of Secrets, but before that she had barely even known him. Fortunately, she had pulled herself together in her third year when she realized Harry was pining after Cho Chang, and gone out with Michael Corner instead. It all seemed a million years ago now; another life entirely and definitely another Ginny.

It was these memories that occupied her mind when she entered another part of the train and someone ran into her, causing her to drop her broom and lose her grip on her suitcase. It sprung open as it slammed forcefully into the carpeted floor of the train, leaving books scattered in every direction.

"Bloody fuck," She muttered as she dropped to her knees, collecting the books that had escaped her suitcase. She didn't even bother to take a look at the person who'd run her over. It wasn't until a pair of very expensive looking black dragon leather shoes came into her line of vision and the owner of said shoes' pale hand reached down and picked up her broom, that she became aware of who she'd had the misfortune to stumble across. She glanced up and was met by the annoyingly handsome face of none other than the Slytherin prince himself.

"Well, well," Draco Malfoy drawled, "Look who can't help falling at my feet whenever I appear," He leered down at her, trademark smirk in place. Ginny rose hurriedly, forgetting the books still lying at her feet, but was still about eight inches short on the tall Slytherin boy.

"Give me back my broom Malfoy," She said, furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Weren't Harry, Ron and Hermione, not to mention Neville, supposed to be his favourite targets?

"You call this a broom?" He mocked in a snarl, regarding her Comet 290 with a sceptical look while sizing it in his hands like he was trying to decide exactly what to call it.

"Well, it's just fine beating you at Quidditch with, so I can't really see what's wrong with it," She shot back, sending Zabini, who was lurking quietly behind Malfoy, a narrow eyed look when he gave an appreciative chuckle at her snappy retort.

"And I thought the only reason you made the cut was because your boyfriend's the team captain," Malfoy retorted equally quick, looking smug.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" her hands were in tight fists, her temper flaring. He had just insulted her Quidditch skills and her dignity in one sentence, and it didn't exactly help the situation that she was already in a stroppy mood after the incidents earlier that day.

"Or is it more of a physical relationship only?" He asked, his eyes dancing with cruel glee, "A 'shag and you won't get kicked off the team' kind of agreement maybe?"

"I'm not shagging Harry you incompetent imbecile!" Ginny spat hatefully and tore the broom out of his grasp. He raised his eyebrows.

"Touchy subject Weasel? Did wonderboy reject you?" She laughed spitefully at his remark, mostly because she couldn't come up with a good retort.

"Shouldn't you be on your way back to Parkinson?" She finally countered, "Congratulation by the way, you must be thrilled," she smiled sweetly.

"What are you on about Weasel?" Malfoy snarled.

"Oh, I just happened to overhear her gushing about how the two of you have promised yourselves to each other," She watched with satisfaction as her words seemed to put him on edge. "That's so adorable I might just throw up. What's next? An engagement?"

"Parkinson is just an easy fuck, much like you actually. If her deluded imagination made her think there's something more between us, then that's her funeral." Though he seemed collected as he replied, she sensed the question had annoyed him a lot more than he let on.

"How would you know if I'm an easy fuck, ferret?"

"Oh, word gets around you know," He looked thoroughly pleased now. "I mean come on, Corner, Thomas, Potter, Jordan, Entwhistle and Gregory. It's no short list that's for sure,"

"I have never shagged Harry for crying out loud!"

"Whatever you say Weasel,"

"You know what? I have better things to do than chatting with someone with your lack of brain capacity all day," She gritted out between her teeth and gripped her broomstick firmly with both hands.

"Don't fool yourself Weasel, chatting with me is likely to be the peak of this day in your miserable little life," He smirked and walked off. As Zabini moved past her after Malfoy, he winked down at her. Ginny furrowed her eyebrows, 'What was his deal? 'She fumed as she irately scooped up her belongings.

"And by the way," Draco turned, "What's wrong with your hair?" he asked with a pointed glance at her head, before he left her clutching her red locks in mortification.

"Well, you'll probably hex me for saying this," Blaise began when the Weasley girl was out of hearing range, "But that girl looks better than most of the girls in our grade even,"

Draco whirled on his friend, "You must be joking?" he asked, incredulous at what his fried was saying. "She's a bloodtraitor and a Weasley for Marlins' sake!"

"It doesn't change the fact that she's pretty dammed gorgeous," Blaise shrugged.

Draco growled. He couldn't believe Blaise would fell to such low standards as to think something like that, much less admitting it out loud. "Well, if you want to hit that hideous freckled pumpkin head; then be my guest," He grumbled.

"Since you obviously won't, maybe I'll give it a try," He looked deep in thought as he spoke, probably plotting away in his head about how to approach the girl, sly fucker that he was. What annoyed Draco the most, however, was that he had realized the exact same thing as Blaise. The Weasley girl was actually looking more than reasonably shaggable. But she was still a Weasley and directly related to the most ridiculous excuse for a wizard he'd ever know, Ron the Weasel, which naturally made her untouchable.

"Typical of Pansy to say something like that," Blaise continued thoughtfully after a while. "What are you going to do about her?"

"Shut her up."

"How?" Blaise asked suspiciously.

"Never mind how, the point is that she stops telling everyone we're engaged or whatever, isn't it?"

"I never know with you," Blaise muttered disapprovingly under his breath as they entered their compartment together.

After another ten minutes or so, Ginny had finally managed, not without cursing Malfoy's stupid face a dozen times at least, to hurl all her belongings into the compartment occupied by Ron, Harry and Hermione. It had been a bit uncomfortable at first, as she had obviously interrupted one of their 'secret' conversations; all three of them had gone quite as the grave when she entered.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" Ron had asked as Ginny slumped down beside Harry. She was still quite sour after the encounter with Malfoy.

"Don't mind my knickers Ron," She had replied with a scowl, "But Malfoy's a royal twat, that's for sure," Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something about Malfoy being 'a sodding pile of uselessness,' before vanishing behind a copy of "Prefects Who Gained Power". Harry patted her sympathetically on her shoulder while Ron tried to gain Hermione's attention unsuccessfully. In the end he gave up and was forced to sullenly acknowledge that Hermione preferred a book on dull Prefect graduates through the ages, to him.

After a while, they were joined by Neville and Luna and the conversation turned into easy chatter about Quidditch, how everyone had spent their vacation and how Draco Malfoy should just do the population of Hogwarts a favour and throw himself off the Astronomy-tower.

Ginny was laughing her head off at the story about Neville's unfortunate flying trip over the lake beside a magical village in southern France when something Malfoy had said swam into mind; 'And I thought the only reason you made the cut was because your boyfriend's the team captain,' her laugh died abruptly and she glanced worriedly over at Harry.

"What's the matter Ginny? Did the nargles eat your thoughts?" Luna asked, an expression of recognition and concern on her face.

"No, sorry," Ginny shook off the uneasy feeling still lingering in her mind after Malfoy's comment. "My mind is just sort of preoccupied, you know,"

"I'm quite sure it was a nargle, though," Luna said dreamily, looking up at the air above their heads.

"Sure, Luna," Ginny smiled and shook her head.

The rest of the journey was rather uneventful, the most exciting part being when Crookshanks decided to attack an unsuspecting chocolate-frog on the run to freedom. Soon they could glimpse the thousand lights of the castle in the distance, and the unspoken promises of a hot meal and a soft bed made them hurry to gather their belongings as quickly as possible when they neared Hogsmeade Station. Ginny joined Luna, Neville and Colin Creevey in one of the not so horseless carriages, and they rattled through the darkness towards the school.

And that was the second chapter, I hope you weren't disappointed and that you enjoyed Ginny

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