Chapter two:

Chapter two:

Ginevra collapsed on her bed. It has been one hell of a day at work. She worked at the Muggle-Wizard relationship department at the Ministry of Magic. The Second War actually happened in muggle London.

The muggles had gone crazy when they found out about magic and believe it or not the Ministry chose Ginevra to calm them.

“It’s as simple as that, Ginny. You just have to make speeches and know some things about muggles…” she mimicked her boss Jerome Turner, “BULLSHIT!”

With a heavy sigh she lifted her head. Maybe I could do a bit of writing tonight too?

She took her laptop and turned it on. Now what happened next…

Ginevra bit her lip in concentration willing the memories to come. Her only memory of her year was a feeling. She was going to go into the dark when something grabbed her and pulled her away. Something warm… something very familiar. And then it was gone. Back to the darkness and coldness.

In her second and third year were glances, run-ins and some Gryffindor- Slytherin banters. Then there was her fourth year.

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Ginny was sitting in a compartment in the middle of the Hogwarts Express when the door slipped open. Looking up she saw a girl she had never seen. She had shoulder-blade chestnut colored hair and similar eye color; she was tall, taller than most people her age.

“Hey, can I sit with you?” she asked with a smile.

“If you want to.” The red head responded and extended her hand, “Ginny Weasley.”

“Jasmine. Jasmine Oakwood.” She shook Ginny’s hand.

“Are you new here?”

“Um, yeah I just moved from Beauxbattons.” Jasmine said.

“You don’t have an accent.” Ginny stated.

“I’m British, but my mother had to go to France for three years. I was there so I thought ‘why not learn French?’ Since I’m a witch the only way was going to Beauxbattons.” She shrugged.

“You speak French? Cool! Say something!” Ginny grinned excitedly.

“Ben... tu écoutes quel genre de musique?”

“Um… what does this mean?”

“It means ‘what kind of music do you listen to?’” Jasmine answered, “So, are you going to answer the question?”

“Muggle music. Mostly Rock. You?” Ginny asked.

“Muggle music too. I’m a rocker but listen to pretty much everything that sounds good.” The brunette smiled.

The compartment door slid open for the second time in ten minutes. At the door frame stood two figures- a blond and a dark-haired Slytherins.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A Weasley and a hottie.” The blond guy smirked and walked over to Jasmine smirking, “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

“Yeah, Bond, James Bond. I know the trick. Not working. Go see somewhere else.” She smirked and glanced at Ginny and then the other boy, “And you are?” she asked.

“I’m Blaise Zabini.” He smiled at her.

Jasmine seemed to think about something for a moment, “You both have a strange eye color, you know that?”

Ginny looked at Blaise and then at Draco. It was true; their eyes were a bit strange. Violet and brown, and silver and blue. Very strange indeed.

The colors were familiar though. Very familiar, but where? Where had she seen it? Ginny bit her lip in concentration. A memory flashed before her eyes for a second. A toilet, opened sinks, two strong pairs of arms trying to save her and those eyes. Her first year! They had tried to save her in her first year.

“Hello! Anybody home?” Ginny snapped out of it when a hand moved in front of her face.

“Wha- what?” Ginny shook her head a bit to snap out of it. Jasmine started laughing.

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That was the first time she saw Jasmine. The girl was always supportive of her. The red head could tell her everything.

“Hello! Ginevra, are you there!?” her best friend’s voice echoed trough the house.

With a sigh Ginevra got off the bed and headed to the kitchen, “Yeah, I’m up here.”

Jasmine walked into the room and hugged her, “Heya Ginnyx! Can I see what you wrote?”

Oh yeah it was also Jas’ idea to write her memories, “Yeah of course.” She pushed the laptop towards the other woman.

She thought about what else she could write. There wasn’t much in her fifth year. And there was a lot in her sixth.

“You know you write really good.” Her friend commented.

Ginny gave up on the idea of writing more tonight and started talking with Jas about everything and anything.

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Well that was more of a filler chapter. I wanted to write a bit about Jasmine cause she has a really big part in this story. Please tell me what you think. So far I’ve got only one review and I want more opinions. Oh well review!!