A/N: Standard disclaimer applies…. Anything you read in the books is not mine... i own a few characters and the plot…nothing more… i had this up a while back and took it off cause i didn't have time to work on it but ive taken it back up so here it is…
Chapter 1 Black Velvet Roses
She sat there, in front of her cauldron in Potions, staring at one of the deadliest mistakes in the art of potion making. Ginevra Weasley looked, with wide eyes, to her professor, who sat unknowingly at his desk grading the latest homework assignment. She looked back to the board and sure enough it was still there. Ginny, or Gin, looked around the room, her classmates were getting closer to killing themselves and they didn't even know it! Ginny stood up and walked straight to Professor Severus Snape's desk. Snape looked unbelievingly into the eyes of the fifth year Gryffindor girl's eyes.
"Miss Weasley, is there anything in particular you need?" Professor Snape drawled slightly annoyed.
"Sir, I'm not sure if you noticed, but you've made one of the most deadly mistakes imaginable in the list of ingredients." the girl said matter-of-factly. The slightly ruffled Professor looked shocked at his student,
"What are you talking about Miss Weasley?"
"Professor, you wrote that after you stir in the crushed mirkwood, that you add five drops of the juice from a bat's wing and then increase the heat and let it boil. Sir as soon as you add the juice the potion will explode! I know that you know that, and sir, this is the perfect opportunity to remind you that there are slower students than Longbottom in this class!" Ginny finished in a huff. Ginevra eyed her professor warily; afraid he might kill her, or worse. Severus Snape stood then and looked at the board. In a flash he was yelling at his students,
"Everyone, I want you out of this room now! Don't finish your potions just leave them! Get your things, out now!" Never had Ginny seen her peers move so quickly! The door slammed leaving her alone with her frazzled professor.
"Miss Weasley," Snape said as he sank back into his chair.
"Please Professor, call me Ginny. Everyone does."
"Well Ginny, you probably just saved someone's life. Thank you." The teacher looked as if he would be sick, clearly he never would have said "thank you" to any one younger than him, especially a Weasley. 'But she is different, she isn't like the others. Something about her is different, but what?' Snape thought to himself.
"Honestly Professor I'm sure everyone noticed it, I mean, it was pretty obvious. I'm surprised you even made it…" she was rambling, she knew it. 'No one has ever said "thank you" to me I mean, wow, Professor Snape just said thanks. Holy shit, Snape said thanks!'
"Miss Weasley are you still there?" he said as he waved her latest paper in her face. "Miss Weasley, how far ahead have you read? My sixth years don't even know about mirkwood and bat wing juice." Snape sounded impressed that she had caught his mistake, "Sir, I'm only on the seventh year work. I'm behind schedule I should be farther, but no stupid mudbl…"
"Miss Weasley."
"Sorry sir." Snape eyed his pupil and then smirked. Ginny noticed this and started to back towards the door.
"Miss Weasley would you mind taking a test for me this Saturday?" Ginny raised an eye brow but nodded her head none the less,
"Sure, why not?" she muttered to her self. The youngest Weasley was heading back to Gryffindor Tower when the bell signaling the end of classes and dinner rang. Ginny changed her course and headed to the library intent on finishing her Transfiguration scroll. She always worked alone, in the back of the library, but today someone else had gotten there first. She got right behind him and leaned in close, she whispered in his ear
"So nice to see you my dear Ferret." The boy jumped up and span around quickly,
"What the hell!" he yelled. Ginny fell into the table laughing.
"Aren't… you … a … jumpy lit… little…ferret!" she said in between rounds of giggles. "Why, if it isn't the smallest Weasel, how's Potter these days? Still ignoring your drooling?" Draco Malfoy spat disgustedly.
"Malfoy I'm surprised you hadn't noticed! He's been in the Hospital Wing for a day and a half." Ginny smirked and went to find a different table. No sooner had she begun her essay again did a shadow appear on her scroll.
"Yes Malfoy?" she asked gathering her things, for she obviously wasn't going to be getting much done with him around.
"What's Potter done to get into the infirmary this time?" Ginny's eyes were cold when she turned to face him and her voice was forced when she spoke.
"Go ask him yourself, oh mighty Prince of Slytherin!" she said nastily before turning to leave. Draco got in front of her and blocked her path, he was right in front of her, 'almost close enough to kiss I mean kick' Ginny corrected herself silently. She took a deep breath and that's when she smelt it. She smelt him, herbs, spiced herbs actually and 'no, it can't be no Malfoy would ever, would they…' she was thinking again and as she did so an evil grin appeared on her face.
"Weasley, all great men smell delicious, so please quit drooling, wouldn't want it to drip on my new shoes." Ginny leaned in closer to breath his scent in one last time,
"I didn't know Malfoy's used crushed, black velvet roses in their cologne." She whispered in his ear before she strode past him and up to Gryffindor Tower. That night, after she finished her scroll, Ginny dreamt of a garden. The garden was strictly black velvet roses; in the center was a statue. He sat there at the statues feet, hunched over. He had platinum hair that fell in his face. She switched her attention to the statue, and gasped. Ginny thought she was looking at herself in a way. The statue was an angel, whose hair was in her face much like the boy's only longer. On her perfect cheeks were tears. Her wings were stretching to Heaven and her arms were reaching to Hell. Ginny looked back to the face of the angel and the boy began to sing. He stood up and turned to her. His face looked like the angels; his eyes would have been the prettiest blue-gray had they not turned red from the tears that ran down his pale cheeks. Something caught Ginny's eye and she looked back to the angel, it was like she was coming to life. Her hair was now the same red as Ginny's her eyes the same as the boy's. Her skin was lighter than Ginny's yet she had no freckles marring her perfect face. The boy pointed to the angel's feet and continued to sing his song. Ginny walked past him and kneeled down to read the inscription on the plate.
Here lies Virginia Ares Malfoy
Forsaken daughter, Loved sister and mother
She will never be forgotten.
She looked back to the boy, 'he's no boy, he's older than me, and handsome too' she thought. That's when she noticed it, his tears didn't trail down his face they fell straight to the ground. Every where a tear hit, a new black rose would grow. She watched as one fell and watched the exotic, powerful flower grow. She went to say something to the bo… young man, but he was gone. His song still rang in her ears,
'Bound to the earth, I shall stay, 'till the day I melt her heart, light and dark, fire and water, demons and angels, Heaven and Hell, we are one and opposites, 'till the day we rise…we shall find each other again.'