Sardonic Slytherin, Eh? by Pink Inspiration Rating: PG Ship: Draco & Ginny Canon: Books 1 - 5 Genre: Romance Status: Abandoned Length: 2,017 words in 2 chapters Published: 29 Feb 2004 Last updated: 15 Mar 2004 AU- Ginny lives in and attends a school in Canada. After some complicated circumstances, she is forced to transfer Wizarding schools. Where to? Hogwarts, of course. D/G. From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/1814/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1. Canada A/N: I already posted this, but I did it in a hurry. So… I’m reposting and y’all can tell me if it’s worth continuing. Summary: AU- Ginny lives in and attends a school in Canada. After some complicated circumstances, she is forced to transfer Wizarding schools. Where to? Hogwarts, of course. D/G. Chapter One: The students looked back at the teacher solemnly. “Okay. . .what?” Ginny asked dumfounded after a few moments of silence. Mrs. Lee looked at Ginny in exasperation, before letting out a loud sigh. “Well, I suppose it must be a bit of a shocker for you all, but. . .” “A bit of a shocker?” Ciel, Ginny’s friend said. Mrs. Witte shook her head. “Well, maybe a bit more than that, but let me explain to you all. The school doesn’t have enough money to continue, unless it begins as a private wizarding school. Carnold Wizarding School will be raising fees from, well, nothing, to, well. . . five-thousand dollars per term.” The students gasped. “Five thousand?” whispered Ginny. “Unfortunately,” continued Mrs. Witte, “a few of our students are in a tight financial situation, which is why we have come up with an alternate situation.” She paused, before taking a deep breath and continuing. “Those of you unable to afford the new fees will be identified and grouped. You’ll then travel to England, to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” They stared back in shock. England?! “How is that going to be less expensive for students?” Ciel asked. “The students will be sent to Hogwarts on the very limited left-over emergency funds of the school,” Mrs. Witte responded. “We managed to hit the tickets when the airlines were having a seat sale,” she said with a smile. The roomful of kids didn’t return the smile. * “I already have no family to hold on to, now I have to leave my friends too?” Ginny asked angrily. She picked up a rock from the patch of snow beside her and gripped it with her mitts, throwing it with force at the Principal’s window. The rock made a large crack in the window. “You!” The principal got up from his seat in the office. “You damaged my window!” “Go to hell!” She screamed, stomping off to where Ciel was sitting innocently on a bench looking at his shoelaces. She sat beside him, and enveloped him in a hug. “At least you’ll be in England,” he said, adding a touch of a British accent to the word. She shrugged passively. “Yeah. England.” * On the Eastern side of the Hemisphere three days later, students were chatting as usual in the Great Hall. However, the room fell silent, as the Headmaster calmly stood up. He smiled and began to talk. “Students, I have an exciting announcement to make.” Those that had been whispering in hushed voices stopped. “We have a new student. She hails from a Wizarding school in Canada, and is fifteen years of age. Minerva?” The Transfiguration professor stood up, and walked to the doors. She threw them open and stepped back. “Come now, Miss Weasley.” Ginny, being the rebellious girl she was, harshly shook the professor’s hand off her arm, and quickly walked up the aisle to sit on the stool. Most students hadn’t had much of a good look at her, so they craned their necks to glance at the pretty girl. McGonagall placed the hat on Ginny’s head, and before it lay there for more than two seconds, it shouted, “Slytherin!” Ginny smirked in carelessness. She had no clue what the houses meant, and frankly, she couldn’t care less. “Now, do you know where to sit? Slytherins sit over there, on the far left. . .” The professor pointed out. Ginny walked briefly over to the table, McGonagall following her every step. “Look lady, the question isn’t where I go, the question is where you go. And you know where that is? Away from me,” she said, shoving her out of the way and sitting comfortably sprawled out beside a good-looking black-haired boy. She saw all the Slytherins give her an impressed look. “Well, well, looks like you’re certainly in the right house,” the boy commented. “Yeah, well, what can I say? I got spunk,” she said sarcastically and plucked an apple from a nearby bowl. * “So where are you from again?” Ginny felt the weight on the couch beside her shift, and she looked up from her notebook. “Canada.” “Oh, that’s right. Awfully cold there, isn’t it?” The guy asked. “Sure.” She went back to her paper, and added a few lines to her letter. “What’s your name?” He continued. She looked up to him with cool brown eyes. “It can be whatever you want it to be,” she said and stood up, walking up to the girls dormitories, leaving the blonde-haired, grey-eyed Slytherin alone on the couch, looking after her departed shadow. * A/N: Ginny may seem OOC in this chapter. The reason is because she’s still quite insecure about being rushed off to a new and unfamiliar place so quickly. She will loosen up soon. Please review if you would like me to continue. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 2. No beef, eh? Ginny had spent most of the morning before breakfast looking for the Library. Her school in Canada hadn’t been nearly this big; all this space intimidated her. She wanted to finish her letter to Ciel, and couldn’t seem to find anywhere deserted. It was about 7:55 when she finally did find the massive place, and had just settled down and started to write when a rather odd thing interrupted her. “Miss Weasley, welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!” Ginny looked up, startled, and nearly screamed, as a big pair of grey eyes appeared not an inch from her own face. She held a hand to her heart and took a deep breath. “Er, hello.” The house elf smiled crookedly and held out his hand. Cautiously she took it. “How did you know my name?” The elf looked a bit nervous for a moment and twiddled with the little bobble on his small knitted hat. “Dobby has heard many students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry talking about Miss Weasley! They alls like to meet you!” Ginny raised an eyebrow just as a bigger human hand reached out and wretched the house elf’s hand away from hers. “Dobby!” She heard the guy say. “Much as I’m sure Virginia would like your company, we have matters to discuss.” The house elf nodded very quickly. “Yes, yes of course Harry Potter!” He said before scurrying off and disappearing out the Library doors. Harry sat down beside her and held out his hand. “I’m Harry.” Almost as cautiously as if she were taking Dobby’s hand, she shook Harry’s. “Yeah, I figured as much. I’m Ginny.” “Yes, I figured as much as well. You’re the new student here.” He smiled a big smile and let go of her hand before settling down in the chair. “So how do you find Hogwarts?” He asked. Ginny tried not to look too impatient as she scribbled down a few more lines. She really wanted to finish her letter to Ciel. “I’ve only been here a eight hours and half a night,” she pointed out and looked down at her letter, before signing her name. Harry looked over at it, before speaking. “Who’s the letter to?” “My friend,” Ginny said stiffly and folded it carefully before placing it in an envelope, licking the seal, and stuffing it in her bag. “Oh,” he said, looking slightly disconcerted. “Yeah. I have to go,” Ginny said before standing up and giving him a half smile. “Right. See you soon. . . I hope,” he said with a wink. Ginny brushed her hair out of her face, secretly rolled her eyes and walked out of the library. * For the first time since she arrived, Ginny felt lonely. Not only did she feel lonely, she felt completely and utterly abandoned. The fact that she was in another country, herself, away from her friends was just starting to sink in, and she was afraid that at any moment she’d burst into tears. And that is just what happened. . . It was the middle of Potions, on her second day at Hogwarts. She was working with a dark, handsome boy named Blaise, completing an Immortality Potion, when it happened. The crying started with a sob, followed by a sniffle, and eventually tears began pouring down her cheeks. Blaise looked at her, surprised and apparently very uncomfortable. He put down his vial of dragon milk and awkwardly patted her on the shoulder. The whole class curiously looked up from their cauldrons, and the girls softened. “Psst. . .” whispered Pansy Parkinson to all the Slytherin girls. “It must be that time of month again.” They all nodded. “What do we do?” One girl asked. Pansy scratched her head for a moment as if in deep thought. She then quickly looked over at Ginny and excitedly turned back to the other girls. “Let’s do what she’s doing.” At that moment, Pansy emitted a loud wail, before collapsing on her stool. Her partner looked at her strangely, just as a tall brunette right behind her grabbed a handkerchief from her purse and noisily began blowing her nose and dabbing her eyes. Seconds later, spontaneously, every other Slytherin girl began to cry. The Hufflepuffs, of whom were the joint class, looked at Professor Snape for help. He looked completely lost. A minute or two later, the Slytherin girls were secretly stealing glances at Ginny to see if she’d stopped crying. At that moment, Ginny looked up from her crying, sniffled softly as she dabbed at her eyes, and slowly began stirring the potion counter-clockwise. The rest of the girls flicked their fake tears off their cheeks and continued working on their potions without another word of explanation. Somehow the experience wasn’t as humiliating as it should’ve been. * “I heard tell, from a secret source, that something particularly interesting happened in Potions today,” someone whispered from behind her, and settled down at the table beside Ginny. “Yeah well. . . So?” Ginny asked as she poured gravy onto her potatoes. “I had a headache and was in the Infirmary getting an Ache Antidote. I missed it all,” Draco said, leaning back into his chair. He paused a moment before saying, “what are you doing?” Ginny looked over at him. “Looking for the beef. Where is it?” Draco raised an eyebrow at her. “There’s none tonight.” She sat back down in her chair, mouth wide open. “No beef?” He nodded. Huffing, Ginny stood up from the bench, grabbed her bag and began making her way to the doors. Draco could’ve sworn he’d heard her say, “no beef, my arse. . .” “Bacon?” Draco offered with a hint of sarcasm. Slowly, to his surprise, Ginny turned around and settled back down. She helped herself to a large portion of back bacon. As she stuffed her mouth, Ginny began to explain the Potions situation. “It was weird,” she continued, “when all the girls started crying,” she said before swallowing her food and finishing it all off with a glass of pumpkin juice. “We Slytherins are loyal to each other,” said Draco. “They wanted to save your foreigner behind.” Ginny slung her bag over her shoulder and began walking out the Great Hall with her new acquaintance. “Um, sure. . .” She said as Harry Potter waved enthusiastically to her from the Gryffindor table. She unsurely waved her fingers at him and turned back to Draco. “He kind of creeps me out.” Draco smirked and casually put an arm around her shoulder. “Don’t worry. He creeps me out too.” Ginny shrugged his arm off and made her way up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory. “‘Night,” she called over her shoulder. Draco sighed and slumped into the chair. “‘Night.” * A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys. 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