The Devil's Little Angel (A Harry Potter Dramione fan fiction)

Chapter One: And into the darkness! Unintentionally...

Chapter One: And into the darkness! Unintentionally...

I throw one last jumper into my trunk, the black knitted one from granny, last Christmas. I sigh heavily and scan my packing list one last time. Yes I have a packing list, its useful, don't judge me! But I think I have everything I need for my sixth year at Hogwarts. “Are you done yet Gin?” I yell up into the room from my position on the floor. “Almost, Mi!” Ginny calls back, peering over her bed at me, giving a beaming smile. I nod, mostly to myself, and close the lid of my trunk, locking it into place. I run my fingers over my initials, H.G, engraved on the top, my fingernails catching on the rough wooden letters.

My thoughts drift back to the incident in Diagon Alley last week. The one in which I had gone into Borgin & Burk’s trying to convince Mr Borgin that I was a friend of Draco Malfoy, in order to find out what he had shown to him. For some reason Harry has become obsessed with what Malfoy’s up to, and I decided to lend a hand. Total spur of the moment thing really. Inspired by Harry and Ron’s lack of ideas. Of course I had been quite pleased with my efforts, until Ron had to pointlessly put me down and created an argument, whilst Harry stood there awkwardly. Honestly, I don’t know how I put up with the pair of them.

Suddenly the door to Ginny’s bedroom swings open violently, crashing into the said Ginny, who is sprawled on the floor. She hisses like an angry cat and shoots bolt upright. I suppress a giggle and look up to see the intruder. Its Harry. Ginny’s angry expression immediately slips from her features and is replaced by a dazzling smile “Hey Harry” she breathes. “Ginny” he say, smiling at her quickly, he then turns to me, a serious look on his face “I think I’ve figured out what he’s up to!” he exclaims. I roll my eyes for what feels like the millionth time this week and get – very slowly – to my feet. Ginny looks from Harry to me and back again “what’s going on?” she asks, eyes on me.

“Harry’s theorising again” I tell her, and follow Harry out of the room, but not before picking up my new copy of Advanced Rune Translation. Harry and I walk down the flight of stairs and into Fred and George’s old room that now belongs to Harry. Ron is sitting on the end of the bed, scraping dirt from his broomstick. Harry sits down cross-legged at the top of the bed, and I take my seat on the window sill, feet propped up on a pile of boxes. Harry begins explaining his latest theory. I am not interested at all, to tell you the truth. I subtly open my book and started reading. A few moments later I glance up and realise that Harry has left the room, obviously annoyed at Ron and I’s lack of reaction. I return to my book.

At about 9 o’clock I lie on the guest bed set up in Ginny’s room, gazing out of the window. I can’t wait to get back to Hogwarts. Well, back to my studies anyway, I'm certainly not looking forward to sleeping in my dorm again. Often, well almost every night, I wish I could cast a spell on Ginny and make her a year older, so that her presence in the dorm may make my life a little easier. I can never have a moment’s peace in that room, with Lavender and Pavarti gossiping and giggling, probably about me most of the time. At least if Ginny was there I could have a sane conversation with her and Lavender and Pavarti would definitely shut up if she told them to. They always ignore me. I sigh and look up at the sky, where a beautiful white owl swoops freely. I smile to myself. Harry could never resist letting Hedwig have one last fly before a long journey. Before I knew it, Hedwig’s gentle gliding had lulled me to sleep.

***

This morning I am dressed in ice blue skinny jeans, a thin red blouse and red pumps. The bottle green ministry cars glided up to the gate of The Burrow and found us all ready and waiting to go. I don’t know how it happened to be honest! Ron had not packed a single thing by midnight last night and woke me and Harry up to help him with his trunk at 5:30am. It was either that, or he would have suffered a very painful death by the hands of his own mother. Crookshanks was being quite a handful but I managed to stuff him into his travelling basket with only a small amount of force. I think. We have arrived at the platform in ample time, for a change. Simply the sight of the wondrous scarlet train has me more excited than ever. Harry heads onto the train, motioning for Ron and I to follow him.