Hello!
I have a vague idea of where I'm headed with this story and I'm sorry for all those out there who like Harry, everything gets explained in the end of course. Hes not evil, I have my reasons ( Trust me.
Anyway, I'll give you a warning now. I have a problem with updating. You see, it takes me a long time because I lose interest with the story but, (there's always a but), the more people review the faster I update! Its that simple! The more reviews the more I want to write to keep people happy! If nobody reviews than I don't see a point to keep the story going. Constructive criticism is always welcome!
Anyway, I don't think I have anything else to say so hopefully you enjoy the story.
~x~Ashey~x~
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Turning into a Hero
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I couldn't wait to get my hands around someone's neck, anyone's neck. I was outraged at the assignment that had been given me after classes were over. I was seething when Professor Snape first gave me my detention assignment. I was to help Filth in the back shed with none other than Miss. Virginia Anne Weasley. Again I was outraged, after all she was not only a Weasley and a Gryffindor but currently the only girl that seemed intrigued me to no end. She had a personality, it seemed, composed entirely of fire. Nobody knew this of course. It took me a full year to admit it to myself that I could possibly have feelings for this girl. I could usually avoid the voice in the back of my head and avoiding her was no problem but now suddenly, I'm forced to be in the same room with her for over an hour. I just don't think I can keep up the reputation I've worked so hard to achieve.
Oddly enough, We were serving detention for similar reasons. She, because she had annoyed Professor Snape in class by spilling a concoction of some sort and letting an array of unladylike choice words leave her mouth upon it spilling over the floor. Me, because I too had let an array of colourful words leave my mouth after loosing my temper at Weasley, the one attached to Potters hip, during Herbology class. Needless to say, both Snape and Sprout had assigned us the same detention with Filtch. He apparently needed some repairs done to the back shed so he gave us a piece of parchment between us and told us to get it all done before he came back. He then proceeded to take our wands of course. We had to do this the muggle way. I was practically boiling over with hatred at the moment for the youngest male Weasley. I could be in my room sleeping or practicing quiditch right now, but nooo. Weasley had to be an asshole and provoke me in the middle of class. I sighed and took a look at the sheet. Things like broom handles, door hinge, loose step and infestation were among the list of things he gave us. On our way to the shed I was, of course, very rude and grouchy to the female counter part of Potters side kick. I had to keep up appearances after all. I took out my frustrations by belittling her. I didn't want to be there, especially with this Weasley, and to make matters worse, every comment I made just seemed to role off her back as she continued as if what I just said didn't phase her at all. Filtch didn't specify about what needed done to anything but it was fairly obvious when we made it to the shed. The brooms for one, needed a good sanding. As for the infestation, well, lets just say a mob of gnomes seemed to have taken over the shed which meant that that had to be the first thing dealt with. Luckily, Weasley knew how to deal with this sort of infestation and soon we made a game out of it, who could throw the most and the farthest . I am proud to announce that I won that round of Weasley vs. Malfoy. Mood slightly better from tossing gnomes over the shed, we mad our way to the loose front step, (I discovered it by carelessly tripping on it before entering the shed), I, for one, had no idea how to fix a step. After all, that's what Malfoys paid others to do.
"I don't suppose you know how to use a hammer do you?" I ask scornfully glancing in her direction.
"I'm aware you hit nails with it. Why?" I let a smile escape my lips. From the moment she realized she had to share detention with a Malfoy she has been nothing if not polite, even funny at times. It was rather unnerving being in close proximity with a Weasley and not receiving death glares, snippy comments or comeback to my death glares and snippy comments. I'm positive her brothers talked ill of me so I was rather surprised she was so friendly. It annoyed me to no end. I decided to set her up, provoke her a bit. See how strong the Weasley temper was in her.
"Good, because I couldn't fix this thing if my life dependant on it." I waited patiently for some rude comment to come my way. I was positive she had to be putting on a show, but nothing came. She simply looked at me and smiled. She had to bursting inside form not commenting. I mean, I completely set myself up for that one.
"I'll teach you what I know than." She said, going back into the shed for a new piece of wood to replace the moulded, broken one with. I simply stared after her. She wasn't going to rub this in!? She came back out with a piece of ply-wood in her hands and asked me to fetch the bucket of nails. I don't know why I complied but I went in search of them for her with out a second thought. Lost in my thoughts and seeing the nails in the corner, I wasn't watching what I was doing and smacked my shin on a chair that anyone with there eyes open would have been able to see. Embarrassed, I kicked the chair and started swearing at it, rubbing my shin aggressively as if it would help the pain.
"Arguments with furniture are rarely productive." I head a voice on the verge of laughing say behind me. I turned and found her leaning against the rotten door frame, laughter in her eyes as she stared at me. I couldn't help but smile. Lord of Lords, what was this girl doing to me. And in under a hour!
"Thank you Weasley," I snapped, a little more foul and sarcastic than I had meant to sound "I wasn't aware of that." She didn't look offend by my tone but a perplexed look came across her face.
"Why do you call me Weasley. I don't call you Malfoy. I mean, if you were talking to me, by some mysterious force, in the halls one would think you could be talking to Ron, or even Gred and Forge." She was right. She didn't call me Malfoy. In fact, she didn't call me anything, she just kind of stared a me until she caught my attention, than she proceeds to speak. And true, the twins did tend to drop in on the castle for those younger student who couldn't go down to Hogsmead. I stared blankly at her.
"What would you like me to call you? Virginia?" Another perplexed look came upon her face.
"How did you know that was my real name?" complete and udder confusion was evident in her eyes. Actually, I don't really know myself. I just kind of assumed. I gave her a shrug as my answer and she brushed it aside with a wave of her hand. "Never mind, no I don't want to calling me that. That would be too suspicious. Call me what everybody else does. Ginny." I smiled again. Who ever said the Weasley's were dumb obviously meant those of the male Gender. I had meet Molly only once and knew she was a force to be reckoned with and here Gin was, implying that if anybody knew we were getting along. well, I don't think I need to finish that sentence. She was definitely a clever one.
"Well, since I'm a Malfoy and I don't do what everybody else does, I'm going to call you Gin." I answered her in a superior voice. She smiled. I must say, it was a nice smile and I secretly wondered why she didn't do it more often.
"Not too obvious, like Virginia, but just under the radar. I like it." I smiled. I guess nobody else called her that and I was rather proud of myself for thinking it up.
She soon showed me how to use a hammer productively, we fixed the stairs and the door, and now we moved on to the brooms. I soon discovered that Gin was not as naive or sheltered as everyone thought her to be. She was actually quite rebellious at home. She often snuck into her dads liquor cabinet, so she told me, and would walk to the nearest muggle town ( about a 40 minute walk) in the dead of the night and order pizza. Her favourite muggle food. She took the money from Ron's stash. When he went to visit Hermione she began to collect muggle money and Gin found it very convenient that he was a sound sleeper.
"Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. I grant you that the wheel is also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza." She was saying now and I had to laugh. The strongest drink I have ever had (besides wine at holidays at home) would be a butter beer and you needed to drink at least 9 or 10 just to get a faint buzz. She was simply brilliant. "If you ever reach total enlightenment while you're drinking a beer," she continued "I bet it makes beer shoot out your nose." She fell into a fit of giggles now while sanding down the handle of a spare boom for quiditch. How could anybody ever think of her as incompetent. She suddenly stopped laughing, a frown appearing on her face and looked at me, pointing just beside my head. "There is a multi- legged creature crawling on your shoulder." She stated as if nothing was wrong with that sentence and I jumped. I knocked the thing off my shoulder and indeed it was multi-legged creature is right!. And multi-eyed, and multi-headed, and about the size of my fist. "Holly shit!" She exclaimed, raising to her feet seeing it in whole now and I didn't need any encouragement to follow her out in a rush. We stopped a ways from the shed, catching our breath. Again I waited for a comment but none came. She simply collapsed to the ground and laid there, breathing hard. I took a seat next to her. It was silent for a moment as we simply sat there, but a question that was burning in my head screamed to ask it now. So I did.
"Why don't you hate me?" I asked and she opened her eyes and looked mischievously at me.
"Who said I didn't hate you? I could quite possibly loath you." She winked and I shook my head, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. It was an odd sensation. I think I smiled more in the time I spent with her than in my whole life. "Do you want me to hate you?" She asked when I didn't respond. Honestly, I didn't know. It was nice to have an actual conversation with someone, an actual intelligent conversation that is. But the warning bells were ringing very loudly in my head. The words Weasley and Gryffindor kept springing to mind along with Malfoy and Slytherin, Weasley and Gryffindors did not mix well with Malfoys and Slytherins. "Your afraid." She stated and she couldn't be closer to the truth if she tried. I looked at her.
"I'm a Malfoy." I stated as if that was the answer to everything. "A demon."
"You're only a Demon to those who are too weak and ignorant enough to believe so." She said back without a moments hesitation. "But if that's how you see yourself than I suppose your weaker than I pegged you to be." She said closing her eyes once more. Ouch. That one hurt. My mind kept telling me to say something, to make her cry, to yell at her, to at least defend myself, but when your mind and your heart are arguing, sadly, the only outcome is looking like a fish out of water.
"And what do you think your doing? Sleeping on the job? Hmmm?" Came a voice who's voice was thick with authority and thicker with accent. Filtch. We raced to our feet and looked at him. Mrs. Norris at his side.
"We finished everything on the list you gave us." Ginny attempted "We were simply waiting for your return." Filth looked at me for confirmation to her story and I simply nodded. It was partly true, but I figure he wont notice the 3 or so brooms we missed.
"Get out of my sight." He snapped as he headed for the shed, more than likely going to grade the work we did and whether or not we needed a second detention to finish the job. We didn't wait around for his verdict.
I was angry as we made our way through the castle grounds to the front door. She had been right, again, about the demon comment and for some reason I had a strong urge to prove her wrong, only I didn't know how. I continually berated myself for letting myself slip around her. What is she doing to me! Any Slytherin would kill me if they knew I was with a Weasley and not hating them. I probably looked like an idiot out there, talking to her like an equal. I made a sound out of disgust in the back of my throat.
"Smile..." She said next to me poking me in the side. I startled beside her. I had completely forgotten she was there. "Tomorrow will be worse." She added and with that she winked an disappeared through the doors. I shook my head in confusion. I had to forget her. Its not like we were in the same year so I wouldn't be seeing her in class and it wont be hard to avoid her. That's all I had to do. Avoid her and take it out on any one who got in my way. Its been working for the past year, why stop now? I told myself. I let an exasperated sigh leave my mouth. Life was simpler when everyone hated me.
My plan was not as easy as I had hoped. Weasley, her brother, that blasted Potter, and Granger had cornered me in the hall after Potions the very next day.
"What did you do to Ginny!?" Weasley had hissed through his teeth, obviously not wanting to be there. Yay, I thought with a complete lack of enthusiasm, just who I wanted to see.
"Whatever are you talking about?" I asked, feigning innocent. Potter than grabbed my collar and slammed me against the dungeon wall. I didn't flinch. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "I don't know what your problem is Potter, but I bet it's hard to pronounce." I snapped yanking his hand away from my neck. Ever since this year started Potter has been more aggressive and hateful towards me. He follows my every move waiting for a chance to slip up. Personally, I think hes gone insane. "For your information I have done nothing to her and you have no reason to suspect me of anything" I defended, tiring of their petty game.
"Tell me what you did." Potter demands. Fffttt, as if I did anything. "We know she had detention with you. She refuses to eat , refuses to speak with us, hides out in the owlrey and I want to know what you said or did to her to upset you so-" Lord, how melodramatic can you get. And here I thought Potter didn't even acknowledge her existence.
"Do they ever shut up on your planet?" I interpret, "I did nothing to your precious girlfriend Potter so just back off will you! Maybe she's just sincerely repulsed by you, ever think of that?" I cross my arms and Potter lets out a low growl, sounding somewhat like a dog, and I smirked. This time instead of my collar, it was my neck he grabbed as he pushed be back against the wall. I rolled my eyes.
"You better stay the hell away from Ginny and if I catch you near her." he left the threat hanging like he always does. How very predictable. Well these people are just a barrel of fun, aren't they?
"If I throw a stick, will you go away?" I asked out of sheer boredom. He places me back on the ground, none too gently.
"Lets go guys." Came Grangers voice, tugging on their arms. Weasley didn't need encouragement. Outside of one or two professors in the school, she and Weasley were the only other people I had any sort of respect for. Being that we (Granger and I) were both prefects last year and now head boy and girl, we had to spend quite some time together sorting rules and schedules and the like. Weasley, surprisingly, was very mature about it and even attended some meetings. Although when me and Weasley talk, the tone is more tolerant than civil but at least we can carry on a conversation for about ten minutes if we absolutely need too. Potter, it seemed, was the only one who didn't grow up between he three of them. Although everything was very formal between us and we never acknowledged the others presence outside of a prefects meeting, inside the meeting we didn't have to worry about Potter. And although I'm reluctant to admit this but Granger is actually a very clever witch and I don't think Weasley could be a more perfect Friend. Potter doesn't deserve them.
Granger shot me an apologetic look, one I received often from her. She was always apologizing for Potters actions and I never understood why. Once they left though, my mind began to wonder back to Gin. She was refusing to eat and talk to them? That was awfully weird, even if she was over her crush of Potter. (Although Potter still liked to think she drooled over the very ground he stepped.)
I begin to walk towards the great hall, supper would be served shortly and I missed lunch so I wasn't about to miss another meal too, but when I headed towards the east end of the castle I wondered why. Than it came to me. I realised my feet were headed towards the owlrey. Damn that Girl! I thought furiously. This isn't suppose to be happening!.
I have a vague idea of where I'm headed with this story and I'm sorry for all those out there who like Harry, everything gets explained in the end of course. Hes not evil, I have my reasons ( Trust me.
Anyway, I'll give you a warning now. I have a problem with updating. You see, it takes me a long time because I lose interest with the story but, (there's always a but), the more people review the faster I update! Its that simple! The more reviews the more I want to write to keep people happy! If nobody reviews than I don't see a point to keep the story going. Constructive criticism is always welcome!
Anyway, I don't think I have anything else to say so hopefully you enjoy the story.
~x~Ashey~x~
~@~
Turning into a Hero
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I couldn't wait to get my hands around someone's neck, anyone's neck. I was outraged at the assignment that had been given me after classes were over. I was seething when Professor Snape first gave me my detention assignment. I was to help Filth in the back shed with none other than Miss. Virginia Anne Weasley. Again I was outraged, after all she was not only a Weasley and a Gryffindor but currently the only girl that seemed intrigued me to no end. She had a personality, it seemed, composed entirely of fire. Nobody knew this of course. It took me a full year to admit it to myself that I could possibly have feelings for this girl. I could usually avoid the voice in the back of my head and avoiding her was no problem but now suddenly, I'm forced to be in the same room with her for over an hour. I just don't think I can keep up the reputation I've worked so hard to achieve.
Oddly enough, We were serving detention for similar reasons. She, because she had annoyed Professor Snape in class by spilling a concoction of some sort and letting an array of unladylike choice words leave her mouth upon it spilling over the floor. Me, because I too had let an array of colourful words leave my mouth after loosing my temper at Weasley, the one attached to Potters hip, during Herbology class. Needless to say, both Snape and Sprout had assigned us the same detention with Filtch. He apparently needed some repairs done to the back shed so he gave us a piece of parchment between us and told us to get it all done before he came back. He then proceeded to take our wands of course. We had to do this the muggle way. I was practically boiling over with hatred at the moment for the youngest male Weasley. I could be in my room sleeping or practicing quiditch right now, but nooo. Weasley had to be an asshole and provoke me in the middle of class. I sighed and took a look at the sheet. Things like broom handles, door hinge, loose step and infestation were among the list of things he gave us. On our way to the shed I was, of course, very rude and grouchy to the female counter part of Potters side kick. I had to keep up appearances after all. I took out my frustrations by belittling her. I didn't want to be there, especially with this Weasley, and to make matters worse, every comment I made just seemed to role off her back as she continued as if what I just said didn't phase her at all. Filtch didn't specify about what needed done to anything but it was fairly obvious when we made it to the shed. The brooms for one, needed a good sanding. As for the infestation, well, lets just say a mob of gnomes seemed to have taken over the shed which meant that that had to be the first thing dealt with. Luckily, Weasley knew how to deal with this sort of infestation and soon we made a game out of it, who could throw the most and the farthest . I am proud to announce that I won that round of Weasley vs. Malfoy. Mood slightly better from tossing gnomes over the shed, we mad our way to the loose front step, (I discovered it by carelessly tripping on it before entering the shed), I, for one, had no idea how to fix a step. After all, that's what Malfoys paid others to do.
"I don't suppose you know how to use a hammer do you?" I ask scornfully glancing in her direction.
"I'm aware you hit nails with it. Why?" I let a smile escape my lips. From the moment she realized she had to share detention with a Malfoy she has been nothing if not polite, even funny at times. It was rather unnerving being in close proximity with a Weasley and not receiving death glares, snippy comments or comeback to my death glares and snippy comments. I'm positive her brothers talked ill of me so I was rather surprised she was so friendly. It annoyed me to no end. I decided to set her up, provoke her a bit. See how strong the Weasley temper was in her.
"Good, because I couldn't fix this thing if my life dependant on it." I waited patiently for some rude comment to come my way. I was positive she had to be putting on a show, but nothing came. She simply looked at me and smiled. She had to bursting inside form not commenting. I mean, I completely set myself up for that one.
"I'll teach you what I know than." She said, going back into the shed for a new piece of wood to replace the moulded, broken one with. I simply stared after her. She wasn't going to rub this in!? She came back out with a piece of ply-wood in her hands and asked me to fetch the bucket of nails. I don't know why I complied but I went in search of them for her with out a second thought. Lost in my thoughts and seeing the nails in the corner, I wasn't watching what I was doing and smacked my shin on a chair that anyone with there eyes open would have been able to see. Embarrassed, I kicked the chair and started swearing at it, rubbing my shin aggressively as if it would help the pain.
"Arguments with furniture are rarely productive." I head a voice on the verge of laughing say behind me. I turned and found her leaning against the rotten door frame, laughter in her eyes as she stared at me. I couldn't help but smile. Lord of Lords, what was this girl doing to me. And in under a hour!
"Thank you Weasley," I snapped, a little more foul and sarcastic than I had meant to sound "I wasn't aware of that." She didn't look offend by my tone but a perplexed look came across her face.
"Why do you call me Weasley. I don't call you Malfoy. I mean, if you were talking to me, by some mysterious force, in the halls one would think you could be talking to Ron, or even Gred and Forge." She was right. She didn't call me Malfoy. In fact, she didn't call me anything, she just kind of stared a me until she caught my attention, than she proceeds to speak. And true, the twins did tend to drop in on the castle for those younger student who couldn't go down to Hogsmead. I stared blankly at her.
"What would you like me to call you? Virginia?" Another perplexed look came upon her face.
"How did you know that was my real name?" complete and udder confusion was evident in her eyes. Actually, I don't really know myself. I just kind of assumed. I gave her a shrug as my answer and she brushed it aside with a wave of her hand. "Never mind, no I don't want to calling me that. That would be too suspicious. Call me what everybody else does. Ginny." I smiled again. Who ever said the Weasley's were dumb obviously meant those of the male Gender. I had meet Molly only once and knew she was a force to be reckoned with and here Gin was, implying that if anybody knew we were getting along. well, I don't think I need to finish that sentence. She was definitely a clever one.
"Well, since I'm a Malfoy and I don't do what everybody else does, I'm going to call you Gin." I answered her in a superior voice. She smiled. I must say, it was a nice smile and I secretly wondered why she didn't do it more often.
"Not too obvious, like Virginia, but just under the radar. I like it." I smiled. I guess nobody else called her that and I was rather proud of myself for thinking it up.
She soon showed me how to use a hammer productively, we fixed the stairs and the door, and now we moved on to the brooms. I soon discovered that Gin was not as naive or sheltered as everyone thought her to be. She was actually quite rebellious at home. She often snuck into her dads liquor cabinet, so she told me, and would walk to the nearest muggle town ( about a 40 minute walk) in the dead of the night and order pizza. Her favourite muggle food. She took the money from Ron's stash. When he went to visit Hermione she began to collect muggle money and Gin found it very convenient that he was a sound sleeper.
"Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. I grant you that the wheel is also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza." She was saying now and I had to laugh. The strongest drink I have ever had (besides wine at holidays at home) would be a butter beer and you needed to drink at least 9 or 10 just to get a faint buzz. She was simply brilliant. "If you ever reach total enlightenment while you're drinking a beer," she continued "I bet it makes beer shoot out your nose." She fell into a fit of giggles now while sanding down the handle of a spare boom for quiditch. How could anybody ever think of her as incompetent. She suddenly stopped laughing, a frown appearing on her face and looked at me, pointing just beside my head. "There is a multi- legged creature crawling on your shoulder." She stated as if nothing was wrong with that sentence and I jumped. I knocked the thing off my shoulder and indeed it was multi-legged creature is right!. And multi-eyed, and multi-headed, and about the size of my fist. "Holly shit!" She exclaimed, raising to her feet seeing it in whole now and I didn't need any encouragement to follow her out in a rush. We stopped a ways from the shed, catching our breath. Again I waited for a comment but none came. She simply collapsed to the ground and laid there, breathing hard. I took a seat next to her. It was silent for a moment as we simply sat there, but a question that was burning in my head screamed to ask it now. So I did.
"Why don't you hate me?" I asked and she opened her eyes and looked mischievously at me.
"Who said I didn't hate you? I could quite possibly loath you." She winked and I shook my head, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. It was an odd sensation. I think I smiled more in the time I spent with her than in my whole life. "Do you want me to hate you?" She asked when I didn't respond. Honestly, I didn't know. It was nice to have an actual conversation with someone, an actual intelligent conversation that is. But the warning bells were ringing very loudly in my head. The words Weasley and Gryffindor kept springing to mind along with Malfoy and Slytherin, Weasley and Gryffindors did not mix well with Malfoys and Slytherins. "Your afraid." She stated and she couldn't be closer to the truth if she tried. I looked at her.
"I'm a Malfoy." I stated as if that was the answer to everything. "A demon."
"You're only a Demon to those who are too weak and ignorant enough to believe so." She said back without a moments hesitation. "But if that's how you see yourself than I suppose your weaker than I pegged you to be." She said closing her eyes once more. Ouch. That one hurt. My mind kept telling me to say something, to make her cry, to yell at her, to at least defend myself, but when your mind and your heart are arguing, sadly, the only outcome is looking like a fish out of water.
"And what do you think your doing? Sleeping on the job? Hmmm?" Came a voice who's voice was thick with authority and thicker with accent. Filtch. We raced to our feet and looked at him. Mrs. Norris at his side.
"We finished everything on the list you gave us." Ginny attempted "We were simply waiting for your return." Filth looked at me for confirmation to her story and I simply nodded. It was partly true, but I figure he wont notice the 3 or so brooms we missed.
"Get out of my sight." He snapped as he headed for the shed, more than likely going to grade the work we did and whether or not we needed a second detention to finish the job. We didn't wait around for his verdict.
I was angry as we made our way through the castle grounds to the front door. She had been right, again, about the demon comment and for some reason I had a strong urge to prove her wrong, only I didn't know how. I continually berated myself for letting myself slip around her. What is she doing to me! Any Slytherin would kill me if they knew I was with a Weasley and not hating them. I probably looked like an idiot out there, talking to her like an equal. I made a sound out of disgust in the back of my throat.
"Smile..." She said next to me poking me in the side. I startled beside her. I had completely forgotten she was there. "Tomorrow will be worse." She added and with that she winked an disappeared through the doors. I shook my head in confusion. I had to forget her. Its not like we were in the same year so I wouldn't be seeing her in class and it wont be hard to avoid her. That's all I had to do. Avoid her and take it out on any one who got in my way. Its been working for the past year, why stop now? I told myself. I let an exasperated sigh leave my mouth. Life was simpler when everyone hated me.
My plan was not as easy as I had hoped. Weasley, her brother, that blasted Potter, and Granger had cornered me in the hall after Potions the very next day.
"What did you do to Ginny!?" Weasley had hissed through his teeth, obviously not wanting to be there. Yay, I thought with a complete lack of enthusiasm, just who I wanted to see.
"Whatever are you talking about?" I asked, feigning innocent. Potter than grabbed my collar and slammed me against the dungeon wall. I didn't flinch. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "I don't know what your problem is Potter, but I bet it's hard to pronounce." I snapped yanking his hand away from my neck. Ever since this year started Potter has been more aggressive and hateful towards me. He follows my every move waiting for a chance to slip up. Personally, I think hes gone insane. "For your information I have done nothing to her and you have no reason to suspect me of anything" I defended, tiring of their petty game.
"Tell me what you did." Potter demands. Fffttt, as if I did anything. "We know she had detention with you. She refuses to eat , refuses to speak with us, hides out in the owlrey and I want to know what you said or did to her to upset you so-" Lord, how melodramatic can you get. And here I thought Potter didn't even acknowledge her existence.
"Do they ever shut up on your planet?" I interpret, "I did nothing to your precious girlfriend Potter so just back off will you! Maybe she's just sincerely repulsed by you, ever think of that?" I cross my arms and Potter lets out a low growl, sounding somewhat like a dog, and I smirked. This time instead of my collar, it was my neck he grabbed as he pushed be back against the wall. I rolled my eyes.
"You better stay the hell away from Ginny and if I catch you near her." he left the threat hanging like he always does. How very predictable. Well these people are just a barrel of fun, aren't they?
"If I throw a stick, will you go away?" I asked out of sheer boredom. He places me back on the ground, none too gently.
"Lets go guys." Came Grangers voice, tugging on their arms. Weasley didn't need encouragement. Outside of one or two professors in the school, she and Weasley were the only other people I had any sort of respect for. Being that we (Granger and I) were both prefects last year and now head boy and girl, we had to spend quite some time together sorting rules and schedules and the like. Weasley, surprisingly, was very mature about it and even attended some meetings. Although when me and Weasley talk, the tone is more tolerant than civil but at least we can carry on a conversation for about ten minutes if we absolutely need too. Potter, it seemed, was the only one who didn't grow up between he three of them. Although everything was very formal between us and we never acknowledged the others presence outside of a prefects meeting, inside the meeting we didn't have to worry about Potter. And although I'm reluctant to admit this but Granger is actually a very clever witch and I don't think Weasley could be a more perfect Friend. Potter doesn't deserve them.
Granger shot me an apologetic look, one I received often from her. She was always apologizing for Potters actions and I never understood why. Once they left though, my mind began to wonder back to Gin. She was refusing to eat and talk to them? That was awfully weird, even if she was over her crush of Potter. (Although Potter still liked to think she drooled over the very ground he stepped.)
I begin to walk towards the great hall, supper would be served shortly and I missed lunch so I wasn't about to miss another meal too, but when I headed towards the east end of the castle I wondered why. Than it came to me. I realised my feet were headed towards the owlrey. Damn that Girl! I thought furiously. This isn't suppose to be happening!.