A/N: just a little fanficcy i decided 2 start
Disclaimer: i do not own anything except the plot
Ginny slammed the Portrait Door shut. She was fed up with her stupid brother who insisted that she be treated like a 6-year-old rather than a 16-year-old. Honestly, you would think she was entitled to go to the Ball with a boy. But now, her years and years of working her way up to the highest level in her year, even taking some 7th year classes, had paid off to nothing. She stormed off into the corridor, not paying attention at all to where her feet were taking her. That was, until, she ran into something fast enough to cause her to bounce back and fall back on the floor.
"Watch it Weaselette," came the snide voice of Draco Malfoy.
"Oh sod off!" Ok, so it wasn't the best of insults, but it was something.
"Excuse me? Hasn't the Littlest Weasley learned to respect her elders?"
"Elders? No, you see, I don't consider you an elder. Age is supposed to bring wisdom, and that's something you clearly don't have."
Malfoy growled in contempt. "How dare you? I hope you realize that I could curse you into next week with one flick of my wrist."
"Oh, so because I'm beating you, you have to resort to other measures, huh? Well, I'll let you know that if need be, try what you want, but I will always have something to add."
Ginny turned and left him standing there, mouth open in shock. He was completely stunned that the litlle Weasley could have so much firepower. Draco had always imagined her to be the shy, Potter-obsessed girl she had been before, but he was starting to realize that she was changing. And not for the better. If she thought she could challenge him in any way, she would have another think coming.
The next day at breakfast, Ron expected Ginny to come and sit with them, like she usually did, but imstead she sat halfway down the table with Colin and Dennis Creevey. He growled and mumbledd something that sounded like "If they try anything...", causing Hermione to give him a glare. Ginny talked and laughed with them, striking up a conversation with ease.
"And so then, Professor Binns looked down and there was a quill stuck in him!" Dennis piped up, trying to make the group laugh as Ginny had.
Ginny looked at Colin and they both gave a fake half-hearted laugh. Ginny started to talk, and Colin and Dennis held onto her every word. However, she was mid-sentence when she decided to pause for a sip of pumpkin juice.
She tipped the cup towards her mouth, and the entire contents of it exploded into her face and hair, leaving her spluttering and wet. Her red locks were touseled and clumped together with sticky juice. She glared down the table, first at Ron (her number one suspect), then at Seamus Finnigan who have never quite forgiven her for breaking up with his best friend, Dean.
It wasn't until she noticed something left in the cup that she stopped thinking of possible culprits. In the bottom of the golden goblet, was a silver dragon with its tail twisted above its head and a red burst of flame coming from its nostrils. Ginny wondered who the mysterious prankster was...
The bell rang just as Ginny burst though the door, barely late for Charms after fixing her hair and changing into dry, un-juiced robes. Professor Flitwick sent her to the last empty space in her 7th year Charms class. She was the only 6th year among the lot, not to mentin the only Gryffindor; the other were all Hufflepuff or Slytherin (not a good mix...).
Ginny was seated next to Eloise Midgen, a usually ignored Hufflepuff who had a face full of acne, but otherwise would have been ok-looking. She helped her with the incantation, and then they had to work on their silent-magic, so she paired up wth her and practiced the spell vocally, then silently. Eloise got it on the fourth try, Ginny got it the first time around, earning her 10 points from Flitwick.
She was proud of her performance during the class, and headed out with a smile on her face. But then, when she got outside, she began to walk to Defense Against the Dark Arts, but her bag split in two, spilling all her books and quills onto the floor and shattering her inkwell, the black ink getting alll over her things.
Ginny swore quietly and picked upp all her books and parchment before it was too soaked in ink to use, and then she rescued her quill and repaired the shattered inkwell with a quick spell. She pointed her wand at her bag and muttered "Reparo" and began to pile her things into the newly fixed bag. She reached into the bag and felt something hard. It was the same dragon insignia she had seen before. The prankster had struck again.