Ginny raced down the narrow, winding side-streets of Diagon Alley, whacking
people with her bag as she went. "'Scuse me, pardon me, so sorry, um...
move!"
"What a rude child!" exclaimed a rather stuffy old witch as she narrowly missed being knocked down by a 40 pound book-bag.
It wasn't really that Ginny was rude, it was just that she sometimes forgot herself. This was defiantly one of those times! She rounded a corner in the road, completely unaware of the looming figure that had just stepped out of a dark alleyway until too late. BAM! She ran head on into the person and tripped over their foot, pitching forward, falling fast toward the cobblestones, bracing herself for the impact. It never came. Instead, the person caught her by the waist and set her back down on her feet.
"Thank you, I'm so sorry, I......" Ginny muttered, picking up her bag from where it had fallen on the street.
"It's quite alright," assured a deep, artistic voice.
"No, no it's not, I'm such a klutz..." she said mumbled embarrassedly.
"I said it was fine," said the voice with a hint of annoyance. "Are you all right?" The boy tipped her chin up. "Look at me," the voice cajoled.
"Alright. But I assure you, I'm fine....." her voice trailed off as she looked into the face of her rescuer.
It was Draco Malfoy.
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Ginny was so shocked, it took a moment for her to register that her family's worst enemy had his hands around her waist.
"Get your hands off of me!" she screeched, slamming her book bag against the side of his head. He pitched and reeled as she had done moments before, before losing consciousness and falling, hard, to the ground. His last thought, as he glimpsed her freckles and flaming blood-red hair before falling, was, " A Weasley. Figures."
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A week later, Ginny rolled groggily out of her bed and picked up her hairbrush. Evaluating herself in her half-moon mirror, she decided at this point, not even her brush could help. Sighing resignedly she thumped down the stairs to breakfast.
"Morning, Ginny!" Her mom put a plate in front of Ginny. "Eggs and sausage! Good for growing girls!" Involuntarily, Ginny looked down at her chest. She certainly had grown. Even her brothers, who were most of the time total zombies, had noticed the change in her.
"Mrs. Weasley!" caroled a deep voice from the doorway.
"Harry! Oh, my dear boy, how are you! And Hermione too! Well, sit down and prepare to be stuffed!" Mrs. Weasley bustled around the kitchen, cooking up a storm.
"Ginny , it's great to see you." Hermione flung her arms around her, and Ginny returned the embrace. They had become fast friends over the last year and now told each other everything.
"Hullo, Ginny," murmured Harry. "You've changed.
"You noticed!" said Ginny delightedly. "How do you think I look?"
"Hot!" exclaimed Harry, who was then hit over the head by Hermione, his girlfriend of two years. "I mean that in a totally platonic way," Harry reassured both of them.
"I'm so sure," said Hermione sarcastically. "Although, I must admit, you do look good Ginny!"
"Thanks." About to say something, Ginny stopped mid-sentence, turning white as she glimpsed the headline on the paper Hermione had used to hit Harry with.
DRACO MALFOY, SON OF THE PROMINENT LUCIUS MALFOY, VICIOUSLY ATTACKED BY AN UNKNOWN SUSPECT, IS CURRENTLY IN CRITICAL CARE AT THE WIZARDING HOSPITAL OF LONDON.
"What a rude child!" exclaimed a rather stuffy old witch as she narrowly missed being knocked down by a 40 pound book-bag.
It wasn't really that Ginny was rude, it was just that she sometimes forgot herself. This was defiantly one of those times! She rounded a corner in the road, completely unaware of the looming figure that had just stepped out of a dark alleyway until too late. BAM! She ran head on into the person and tripped over their foot, pitching forward, falling fast toward the cobblestones, bracing herself for the impact. It never came. Instead, the person caught her by the waist and set her back down on her feet.
"Thank you, I'm so sorry, I......" Ginny muttered, picking up her bag from where it had fallen on the street.
"It's quite alright," assured a deep, artistic voice.
"No, no it's not, I'm such a klutz..." she said mumbled embarrassedly.
"I said it was fine," said the voice with a hint of annoyance. "Are you all right?" The boy tipped her chin up. "Look at me," the voice cajoled.
"Alright. But I assure you, I'm fine....." her voice trailed off as she looked into the face of her rescuer.
It was Draco Malfoy.
*******************
Ginny was so shocked, it took a moment for her to register that her family's worst enemy had his hands around her waist.
"Get your hands off of me!" she screeched, slamming her book bag against the side of his head. He pitched and reeled as she had done moments before, before losing consciousness and falling, hard, to the ground. His last thought, as he glimpsed her freckles and flaming blood-red hair before falling, was, " A Weasley. Figures."
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A week later, Ginny rolled groggily out of her bed and picked up her hairbrush. Evaluating herself in her half-moon mirror, she decided at this point, not even her brush could help. Sighing resignedly she thumped down the stairs to breakfast.
"Morning, Ginny!" Her mom put a plate in front of Ginny. "Eggs and sausage! Good for growing girls!" Involuntarily, Ginny looked down at her chest. She certainly had grown. Even her brothers, who were most of the time total zombies, had noticed the change in her.
"Mrs. Weasley!" caroled a deep voice from the doorway.
"Harry! Oh, my dear boy, how are you! And Hermione too! Well, sit down and prepare to be stuffed!" Mrs. Weasley bustled around the kitchen, cooking up a storm.
"Ginny , it's great to see you." Hermione flung her arms around her, and Ginny returned the embrace. They had become fast friends over the last year and now told each other everything.
"Hullo, Ginny," murmured Harry. "You've changed.
"You noticed!" said Ginny delightedly. "How do you think I look?"
"Hot!" exclaimed Harry, who was then hit over the head by Hermione, his girlfriend of two years. "I mean that in a totally platonic way," Harry reassured both of them.
"I'm so sure," said Hermione sarcastically. "Although, I must admit, you do look good Ginny!"
"Thanks." About to say something, Ginny stopped mid-sentence, turning white as she glimpsed the headline on the paper Hermione had used to hit Harry with.
DRACO MALFOY, SON OF THE PROMINENT LUCIUS MALFOY, VICIOUSLY ATTACKED BY AN UNKNOWN SUSPECT, IS CURRENTLY IN CRITICAL CARE AT THE WIZARDING HOSPITAL OF LONDON.