Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge

Chapter 4

~Always remember you're unique. Just like everyone else.

Ginny's POV

As I stormed into the compartment Charlotte was saving me, I threw Gabrielle's bags on the ground. Charlotte looked up from her book, Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, to see a very pissed Ginny Weasley.

"Er, Ginny. What's wrong?" she asked. Then seeing Gabrielle standing quietly behind me coldly said, "Oh, hi," to her. Charlotte never did like Gabrielle, which wasn't a surprise for me. Charlotte was normally a great judge of character, but did not get along with a lot of people. Let's just say she has high expectations for people that aren't always met. Especially not Gabrielle. For some odd reason she just didn't like Gabrielle. OK, so it wasn't so odd. Gabrielle could be very snobbish and mean when she wanted to be. And let me tell you something, Charlotte hated snobbish people.

"It's nothing," I said, trying to change the subject.

"Ginny here got mad at this very sexy, drop dead gorgeous blonde. He seemed pretty nice to me, though," said Gabrielle. I sighed. She doesn't know when to drop the subject, does she?

"Oh. You had a run in with Malfoy I presume," Charlotte asked, ignoring Gabrielle. Oh, that's something I forgot to mention about Gabrielle-she hates and I mean hates to be ignored. So Gabrielle sat right down next to Charlotte and flipped back her golden-colored hair.

"Ooooooooooooo," she said in a rather annoying voice, "That's a great book, isn't it? Of course I already read it. And I practiced most of the spells. I'm rather good at them. I could help you when we get to school, or even now if you'd like. Because my older sister, Fleur is a Hogwarts teacher, she thought it would be good for me to learn some spells."

"That's OK. I think I'll be just fine on my own," Charlotte said rather annoyed.

"I'm going to go see Ron. I'll be right back," I said, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. When I closed the door behind me I took a couple deep breathes. I hope that by the time I come back they would have left each other alone. It's only a matter of minutes before they get into one of their bitchy little fights.

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Draco's POV

Stupid Weasleys. Can't a guy walk in a damned train station without running into a damned Weasley? Apparently not. Of course I had the pleasure of running into two of them. I went to the very last compartment where I always sit and sat down next to Crabbe, who just grunted and scooted over to make more room for me. Pansy and Blaise were chatting away in a corner and Goyle was staring at a book that was upside down with a rare look that someone might see on his face. It was almost like he was thinking.

"Goyle, is there something wrong?" I said, trying my best not to sound too amused.

"Yeah, the words are looking a bit funny," he replied.

"Try reading them this way," I said, turning the book the other way, while rolling my eyes. I swear, with all the money his parents have they should be able to afford a reading teacher for him. I'll just have to work with him some more this year.

"Wow! Everything looks more familiar."

"Good, it should."

Pansy looked over at me and gave me a strange look. Then, she whispered something in Blaise's ear. I noticed a hint of pink appear on her cheeks before rolling her eyes and whispering something back to Pansy, who just laughed and looked back over at me again.

"What's so funny," I sneered.

"Oh, er, nothing," answered Pansy and she started to giggle again. Blaise crossed her legs and stared out the window, obviously trying to ignore Pansy's very unattractive giggles. Come to think of it Blaise looked rather uncomfortable and paler than usual. Blaise Zabini was a very beautiful girl. She was smart, pretty, and sometimes nice. Although, she is very quiet and keeps to herself mostly. Yes, Blaise was practically perfect. The only problem was that she wasn't much of a people person and didn't talk too much. Actually, I can't really remember the last time she said something. That's why it was so odd that she was hanging out with Pansy, because lets face it, Pansy absolutely never shuts up. She even talks in her sleep sometimes. I should know, but lets move on to better thoughts.

I started to relax a little as the train started to move out of the station. A few minutes later I heard shouting from the compartment next door. Pansy got up from her seat.

"Well I don't know about you guys, but I want to see who it is that is making all that noise. Anyone care to join me?" asked Pansy. I guess we were all curious about who was making all that racket, because we all got up from our seats and followed Pansy out of the compartment.

When we got out, I saw the Weasley girl sitting outside the compartment where all the noise was coming from.

"You know, you look like a blueberry," commented Goyle. Leave to Goyle to always have food on his mind 24/7.

"Move Blueberry. We want to see what's causing the noise," said Pansy.

"Believe me, you DON'T want to go in there right now!" Weasley, or should I say Blueberry, replied angrily.

"Can we just go guys?" Crabbe said.

"No," said Blaise and she knelt down beside the upset blue haired girl.

"What's wrong?" Blaise asked her in a soft voice. I barely heard her.

"Right now my friends are ready to kill each other," replied Ginny, "And I think we should let them settle it."

"That she sounds like a good idea," Blaise said just as we heard more shouting from inside. "You little bitch, how dare you!" Then there were a lot of thumps and some grunts. "Come on, lets go now," Goyle said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Not just yet," Pansy said. Then she pushed Weasley out of the way and opened the compartment door to reveal the girl I saw on the platform earlier underneath some Gryffindor girl.

"Geoff," said the blonde. Weasley some how managed to pull them apart. I don't know what happened next, but before you could say 'Quidditch' we were all on the floor, tangled in a big mess. There was lots of shouting and other people started coming out of their compartment to see what exactly was happening. Well, let me tell you something- I didn't even know what was happening.

"Draco! Get off of me!" I heard Pansy's muffled.

"Alright. Just a sec," I said, as I rolled over and Pansy got up.

"Ow! Malfoy! Now you're on me!" came the voice of the smallest Weasley.

I looked down and sure enough I was on top of the red, I mean blue- headed Gryffindor. She did not look as little as she did last summer. The Weasley had most certainly grown during this summer. She really didn't look half bad. Wait, did I just think that? Oh, god. Now I'm really losing it.

"Well, you seem to be enjoying this," I sneered.

"Oh, more then you know," she answered sarcastically. Now she had done it. No one, and I mean no one, talked to me, a Malfoy like that! But now was not the time for plotting revenge when I still had the 'Dream Team' to think about.

So I gracefully rolled off her, as I had done with Pansy, this time making sure I didn't land onto anyone else. Goyle helped me to my feet and I gave a little wave to Pansy who was still helping Blaise up. I worked my way through the crowd of students by the door. As I was leaving I saw Longbottom and Potter's biggest fans making their way into the already crowded compartment. I gave them my classic smirk and watched them quiver in fear. Some Gryffindors they are. Bravery my ass.

Ginny's POV

I took a seat beside Colin, and across from Neville, who just entered the compartment. Charlotte was putting her book away and Gabrielle was running her fingers through her hair.

"We just came to tell you that we'll be arriving at Hogwarts in ten minutes and that you should get changed, but seeing that you already are..." Colin trailed off.

"Thank you Colin and Neville. That was nice of you," I said politely. Colin was bouncing in his seat. He was never able to sit still. His sandy brown hair was a mess, as usual. It's obvious that he used some Muggle thing to make it stay that way because a wizarding product would have been much more effective.

"Do you like my hair?" said Colin, noticing that I was looking at it, "I tried the best I could to get it to look like Harry's!"

"It's...er great Colin!" I said, trying to sound as excited as he was.

"My mum did it. She said I looked good. Do you think Harry will like it? I do. I even got the pictures I took of him at the end of the term developed. They really look good you want to see? I think they really bring out all of the emotions he was feeling. And..." Colin said in a rush, trailing off again.

Colin was very energetic, unlike Neville. Neville was fiddling with a Mr. Forgetful, a new invention that projects a list of things to do that day in the air, so you don't forget. (AN: Think Star Wars. How R2D2 projects the people sending messages.) Percy got one when he got a promotion this summer. Neville seemed very quiet and reserved today. I hope he's all right. I was about to ask him what was wrong, when the train stopped.

I hopped into a carriage with Charlotte, Gabrielle, and Colin, while Neville went to go find Seamus and Dean. The ride to the castle was silent.

We were greeted by Fleur at the great hall, who directed Gabrielle towards the first years. I waved good-bye to her and took a seat by Charlotte at the Gryffindor table.

The nervous first year were shuffled into the Great Hall, led by Professor McGonagall. I watched as their eyes lit up in amazement when they saw the ceiling, like I did when I first came here. Looking back now, it seems so long ago. I wasn't as surprised as the other children because Tom had told me all about it. I shuddered involuntarily at the thought of it. Pink fluffy bunnies in a field. Pink fluffy bunnies in a field. Pink fluffy bunnies in a field overshadowed by an evil diary. Oh god. This is NOT going well.

Thankfully Charlotte noticed me acting strange. "Gin, come on. Dumbledore is about to give his speech."

I looked up, and sure enough, Charlotte was right. I must have dazed off there and missed the sorting completely. I was looking around for Gabrielle. Finally, I saw her sitting at the Ravenclaw table. I waved to her and she gave me a small smile. Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.

"Welcome to a brand new school year at Hogwarts!" he said. "I would like to make a few announcements. First off, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to anyone and everyone. I would like to inform you all that due to a recent course of events certain actions had to be taken. For instance, a set of wards will be set on the castle. All advance Charms students shall be helping Professor Flitwick with the wards. The first prefects meeting shall be held tonight at eleven o'clock. Now, I would like to introduce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Fleur Delacour."

Cheering erupted, mainly from the boys. Harry and Ron started whispering immediately. Hermione was sulking. I sighed. She should have asked Ron out over the summer. It would have been a lot more pleasant in the Burrow, what with their small fights and everything.

Dumbledore waited until everyone quieted down before speaking once more. "There is one more change I would like to make. The professors have been complaining the majority of the students are misspelling many words and are not using proper grammar. Therefore, Hogwarts will be teaching a new subject, Communication Arts. I have carefully chosen a member of the school board to come teach. May I introduce you to your new teacher, Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy."