Dramatic Chaos
I do not own Harry Potter! I just write FanFic! Thank you!
She ran down the hallway, her long red hair twirling behind her as she went. She had forgotten her potions book in the library and she was in no mood to deal with the evil git of a professor. She ran up the stairs and was breathing heavily. She turned the corner, and the next thing she knew, she was sitting on the cold floor with her school supplies strewn across the hallway.
She looked up to see Malfoy in the same position as she was. Her cheeks started to burn, and she could only imagine how red they were turning. She saw Malfoy stand up, but she chose to stay on the floor. "I'm really, really sorry!" she said a little too loudly. She started to gather up her school stuff. Then, she heard the quick tapping of Malfoy's shoe. She looked up at him questioningly. Was he waiting for something? "What?"
"Well, aren't you going to hand me my things? Since you so rudely knocked me to the ground." He looked down upon her as if she was a house elf or something.
She stood up to face him. "I will not pick up your things! It's just as much your fault as it is mine!" She glared at him, her temper rising.
He smirked at her. "Then why did you apologize to me after it happened?"
She stumbled with her words a bit. "Well, because, um… because! It's polite!" She started to gather up her things once more. Merlin, she was going to be so late for her class. "I dunno why I bother!" she muttered under her breath.
"What was that, weasel?" he asked as he continued to just stand there. He had an evil smirk on his face.
Ginny stuffed a messy pile of supplies into her ripped bag. She muttered a quick repairing spell over it before she slung it over her shoulder. She stood back up and placed a smirk to match his on her face. "I said. I. Don't. Know. Why. I. Bother. With. A. Stupid. Ferret. Like. Yourself. Understand?" she said as slowly as she could manage.
His smirk disappeared for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He spotted a notebook that wasn't his still lying innocently on the stone floor, but he made no move to inform the weasel of her mistake. She continued down the hall, and he leaned over to pick up the old, baby blue notebook. He rolled his eyes at how careless she was and opened up the small notebook. He grinned with satisfaction at its contents.