"How did it go?" George asked.
"Perfect. He soaked up every word I said," Ginny laughed.
"Attagirl, Ginny. He never would have believed us if we told him. Thank goodness you can act." Ginny beamed.
"Except when Harry's around, of course. You can certainly act like a mouse when he's in the room," Fred teased.
"Shut up! I'm getting better with that," Ginny defended herself. She had realized, of course, that she'd have to actually talk to Harry at some point, but the only thing they'd ever done together was nearly die in the Chamber of Secrets, which wasn't exactly common conversation material. Ron was a good excuse for her to get to know Harry, but ever since his jealous break-up with the trio, that had suddenly become a dead end. She did notice Harry talking to the twins far more this year, and getting into the twins' good graces might help her get closer to Harry.
"Have you written to great-uncle Ignatius already?" she asked the twins.
"And his reply. He'll be sending his old dress-robes over by tomorrow," George laughed.
"How ugly are those robes, anyways? You two keep talking about it, but I've never had a chance to see them..." Ginny pouted.
"You were too young to remember, but we were a good seven years old at the time."
"It was uncle Matthias's wedding, and great-uncle Ignatius showed up, wearing this... frilly..." George waved his hand, trying to come up with the right word.
"Rainbow. It was a frilly rainbow."
"We couldn't remember much of the rest of the wedding, because we couldn't take our eyes off that monstrosity."
"It was also why we cried a lot when Mum said we were going to visit him." Both the twins nodded solemnly, causing Ginny to break out in laughter.
Harry and Hermione waved their goodbyes at King's Cross as they crossed the barrier to platform 9¾. As soon as they passed through, however, they were accosted by Draco and his goons.
"I'll get you for what you did to me on the train, Potter! You'd better watch your back," he spat.
"Huh? What did I do?"
"Don't deny it! It's obvious it was you. I'll have your wand snapped for this!" Draco was fuming.
"No, seriously, what did I do to him?" Harry turned to Hermione to jog his memory. With such a fantastic holiday break, he had put life's little annoyances like Draco Malfoy out of his mind.
"We locked him in his cabin on the train," Hermione reminded him.
"Right!" Harry laughed. "Sorry, Malfoy, I forgot about that. You know you shouldn't try to break into someone else's cabin, don't you? That was just a quick lesson on manners. And unlocking charms. How did you finally get out?"
Draco refused to answer, as it would obviously be embarrassing. "I swear, you'll pay for what you did, Potter."
"But not right now, huh? Too scared to lose in a duel against me again, are you, Malfoy? Especially with all these people around here to witness your defeat. A Malfoy, beating a Potter? I've heard better stories from Luna," Harry said loudly, noticing a few people had taken notice of their confrontation- especially one person he really wanted to infuriate.
Draco, with his temper pushed far beyond the boiling point, shouted, "Potter, you'll be the last of your line, I'll make sure-" He was drawing his wand, but was quickly stopped with by a hand on his shoulder. Draco turned to see his father, who had a very unhappy look on his face.
"Draco, may I remind you that you are not the head of the Malfoy House, and you do not have the authority to declare a blood feud against the Potter House. I won't have you sullying the family name." Harry snickered as Draco looked at his father in horror. He quickly pushed past, noticing Lucius was keeping his eye on him until he was on the train.
"Harry, you made yourself a really powerful enemy just now, do you realize that?" Hermione nearly shouted at him as she locked and warded the door behind them.
"He's always been my enemy, now he just knows that I know," Harry shrugged. "At the very least, he won't be able to touch me for the rest of the year. I'm pretty certain he's going to be one of Voldemort's top lieutenants or something once he makes his return..."
"Still, you shouldn't have made yourself a target for him. We don't want to stir up anything too early. Don't be in such a rush to reveal your hand, you know?"
"Actually, I was thinking the opposite. All we've got left from the trips we made with the first beacon are indistinct feelings and memories. I want to shake things up and see who's really on our side as quickly as possible so that, next time around, we'll know right away who are friends and enemies are."
"You mean like Ron? And Moody?"
Harry nodded. "Well, Ron's not a big deal, he's just being childish. Maybe we can get Moody out from the Imperius right away next time so I won't have to be in the tournament. Some other people I'm not too sure about. I'm getting a bad feeling about Lucius Malfoy, but I'm not sure if it's just because he's as big of a git as Draco is, or if he really is someone to watch out for in the upcoming war."
"You know he was a former Death Eater, right?"
"Yeah, but look at it this way- right now, he pretty much picked up all the pieces that Voldemort dropped. Does he really want to give up all that power and wealth he has now? As soon as he comes back, Voldy will probably just demand that he hand over some money. Heck, he might even fight against Voldemort, even if it's for purely selfish reasons."
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