What's Mine and Yours (BLINNY) || Discontinued ~

Chapter 1

Ginny's POV

The Hogwarts Express sent out a song, a tinkling tune, signalling all to come aboard.  It was the sound of memory.

     "This is going to be so awkward," Hermione complained, lugging her suitcase behind her as we entered a compartment.  I had never before heard her so upset about coming to school. "I can't believe we're back for another year."

Ron scoffed, "Awkward? It'll be bloody torture!"

     I nodded vaguely in agreement, still in a holiday-ish mood.  After the Battle of Hogwarts some people never wanted to see Hogwarts again.  I was surprised that most people did, though.

     "I'm going to the bathroom," Harry told me, once we had settled into the compartment. He turned to kiss my cheek.

     "'Kay, bye," I smiled at him as he exited the booth.

     Ron took turns putting Hermione's luggage into the overhead compartment, and then his own.  He slumped back into a seat, looking glum and sour, "I can't believe we're back."

     I huffed out my annoyance, holding my bag in my hand, "Guys, stop whining! It's just one more year.  You guys defeated the Dark Lord.  I'm sure one year of school won't kill you."

     "Ginny," Hermione's tone was grave and serious. "We're graduating.  I've got a year of studies to catch up on!"

     Ron and I turned to each other, exchanging looks that said: Oh, well.  That's Hermione.  What can we do?

"You guys are so mean," Hermione exclaimed, looking back and forth between the two of us, as she had caught onto our shared look. We both laughed. "It's true! We're going to fail the exams!"

"Hermione, you are not going to fail," Ron insisted. "I'm going to fail.  You're the smartest witch of our generation."

Hermione scoffed, "Agree to disagree - that claim has no evidence backing it up whatsoever! Who thought they could get away with making up such a bloody unrighteous statement?"

Ron grinned at Hermione. I watched him look at her for a moment, marvelling at how Hermione still hadn't noticed it as she ranted on about "unjust claims" and idiots.

     It was then that the Trolley Witch rolled by, poking her head through the door way of each compartment, "Chocolate Frog, anyone?"

     Ron took one look at the row of frogs and groaned, "I need one."

"Fatso!" I shouted to him as he darted out of the compartment.

The train stirred and shook with life. Hermione and I both turned to look out the window as we began moving towards Hogwarts, for the very last time.

     I lifted my bag over my head, ready to chuck it into the overhead section next to Ron's luggage. But the bag messed up my balance, and I began to stumble backwards.

I gasped—only to be caught by a pair of dark hands.

     For a moment I blinked.  Then I turned my head to see Blaise Zabini smiling at me.

"Hey there, Weaslette. Long time, no see."

A look of surprise overcame my face.  I remembered suddenly, how it was Seventh Year without Harry, Ron and Hermione at my side.  A flash of memory, being alone and depressed and bullied by the so-called teachers.

And suddenly, Zabini.

Appearing out of nowhere to stop me from jumping.

I had never paid any mind to Blaise Zabini before.  But this year, because of last year, it was all different.