One of Those Days
Friday the 17th had turned out to be the worst day she had ever faced in her life.
She couldn't even understand why things went so miserably wrong from the moment she had set foot on the floor – and promptly came crashing down, slipping on her own nightgown.
It wasn't even the superstitious Friday the 13th, the day when eternal bad luck supposedly plagued a person – it was far from it. So then why was the day going so appallingly?
Ginny Weasley ran frantically towards her dormitory looking like she had just had a date with mud-hogs. She was caked in Stinksap and her usually lustrous red hair was hidden beneath a layer of what looked like soot.
"Praise the Lord for an empty corridor," she mumbled, not breaking her speed.
But she had spoken too soon.
"Where's the fire, Ginny?"
She stopped in her tracks to the sight of Draco Malfoy barring her way, his perennial semi-smirk gracing his face. "You forgot to greet me today!"
His pretend pout turned into a grimace as he noted the dangerously angry glint in Ginny's eyes. She took slow, threatening steps towards him, looking like she would love to hex him painfully then and there.
"Would you like a recap of my charming day, Draco?"She almost snarled, rapidly advancing towards him. Without waiting for a reply, she barged ahead.
"First, we had Herbology with the Ravenclaws, and that damned Mimbulus mimbletonia decided to perfume me with Stinksap. I braved nasty comments from the Slytherins"- here, she shot Malfoy a dirty look before continuing, about how pleasant I smelt during the whole of portions, where Snape zeroed upon me as his next victim and Luna's potion ended up singeing my robes."
She inhaled deeply before continuing, her expression still sour. "What came next? Oh, yes – Divination with dear Professor Trelawney, who only predicted a severe injury or head-trauma for the seventh time this year, that's all."
Draco cringed. He had never witnessed this side of the girl he had fallen in love with.
But Ginny gave him no time for thought.
"Bette Robbins has awful aim, I tell you. In an attempt to reach out for her fallen wand, she knocked me over instead and I ended up transfiguring John Blake into a canary! The goblet we were originally supposed to transfigure was of course, broken. "
Deep breaths again.
"And last but not the least, I was so preoccupied in Charms class that I misheard Professor Flitwick, conjuring myself a depression guaranteed to last three hours. Is that greeting enough for you, Draco?" Her voice rose shrilly with every syllable and Draco cowered.
In an attempt to calm her, he tried cracking a joke.
"Your face looks sort of...lumpy, Ginny..."
He trailed off at her murderous expression.
"Splotched if you must, Draco, but not lumpy!"
The line had snapped. Ginny brushed past Draco furiously – but he was too fast for her. As he enveloped her in loving embrace, Stinksap and all, Ginny forgot the trials of her day and closed her eyes, revelling in the blissful knowledge of simply being loved.
A/N: My first Harry Potter fic, written for the DG Challenge - I know it's way past the submission date but I was just trying my hand at HP fanfics since I'm a totaly die-hard fan of the books!
Please do tell me what you thought of it as it is my FIRST HP fic...sorry for being repetitive, be gentle, guys; and pleeeasseee do REVIEW... :)
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Eternally Seventeen