Fined

Ginny sat reeling in shock at her own words, trying hard not to notice the look on Malfoy's face which was quickly turning to anger.

He'd clearly never expected her, Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister, to so boldly talk to him as she had. You needn't be clairvoyant for that point to be made obvious to both Ginny and Draco, by the uncomfortable silence in which Draco began to regain himself.

Finally, laying a smirk on his cold features, he spoke.

"Weasel, what do you think you're doing?"

Ginny gulped. She didn't quite know the answer to that one.

He was staring at the red head in his compartment with a look of utter distaste. Straightening, he begin to tap his foot rather malevolently. This seemed to bring Ginny sputtering back to reality.

"I.." Well, what could she say? She couldn't imagine him sympathizing with her over the fact that her brother and friends had thrown her from their compartment.

"Well, Weasley?"

Ginny moved her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

"Weasley, do me a favor." He stopped, his smirk becoming even crueler than usual.

"And get out!"

Gulping once more, beginning to think there was a sharply angled stone lodged in her throat, Ginny grabbed at the ends of her robes and stood clumsily. At once, she left the compartment, leaving the compartment door to close with a loud bang.

Redder than she'd ever been, Ginny stood against the closed door, finally free of the menacing Malfoy stare.

Breathing hard, Ginny fought to find an inner calmness, if there was such thing there anymore. She was beginning to think Ron and Malfoy had torn it away from her in equal proportions.

Nevertheless, her heart beat soon became regular and her breathing rate normal.

Clearing her head, she began her way to Colin Creevey and Neville Longbottom's compartment. She had once been sure there would be no room earlier, but as of now she didn't think she had much choice in the matter.

With every step towards the compartment, the noise level rised. It was obvious there was some sort of party going on ahead, not in one compartment but at the very least two. But as she got closer she realized it was not in a compartment at all.

The hallways were now steaming with students, and in the very middle of it was, of course, her twin brothers, Fred and George.

"Ginny!"

Fred rose a glass of butter beer above his head.

Ginny barely had time to wonder how they'd managed to get the special brew from the Three Broomsticks onto the train when both brothers pushed through the crowd towards their younger sibling.

George grinned, "It's our end of the year-"

"-end of Hogwarts-"

"-for us, anyway-"

"-bash!"

Ginny's head was spinning. She really wished her brothers would talk in complete sentences like normal people.

"Smile!"

While Ginny turned to gape at a canary version of Colin Creevey, George and Fred, both wearing huge grins, took their sister by the arms as Colin raised his camera and took the picture. The flash had all three siblings faltering in different directions.

A few blinding, and staggering moments later, Ginny was pulled aside by a deliriously happy looking Neville.

"Where have you been, Ginny?"

Neville, thankfully, was not sprouting feathers as Colin was.

"I.." She stopped. Unlike her state of mind only moments before, Ginny knew what to say. She just wasn't sure how Neville would react to 'I was busy being kicked from my compartment and Draco Malfoy's so I decided to come down here?'

She doubted Neville would understand, and just shook her head fervently, plastering on a fake smile.

Neville, she noticed, was wearing a a navy jumper and jeans. Looking down at her own clothes, she cried out, "Oh!"

His merry expression quickly turned into one of worry and Neville grasped her arm and whispered, "What is it?"

"Oh, it's nothing, Neville," She said reassuringly. "Just that I still have my school robes on." She paused, looking around at various students who were occasionally floating to the ceiling, breathing fire, or laying eggs. "I think I'll go change."

Neville nodded, satisfied that it was nothing serious, and was soon swallowed up by the crowd. The last Ginny saw of him was as he accepted a gooey looking chocolate and turned into a rather dumpy looking hat. Two eyes on the top blinked fervently from beside a large, bright green feather and George and Fred rolled on the floor laughing.

Ginny shook her head and headed back to her compartment, deciding Ron would let her back in by now.