Rounding a sharp corner in the empty hallway, Ginny ran into a hard object. She assumed it was a person so she yelled the first thing in her head, "Hey watch it!" But when she looked up at the person she ran into, she realized that it was not a person, but a statue of a person. It had a large feather sticking out of his wide hat. His hand was on his waist with the other crossed over his torso, going to draw a sword. His hat covered a bit of his eyes, but when Ginny looked up into the eyes she was surprised to find that they were made out of a crystal that you could see clearly through and it made his eyes look very gray. He wore black pants that were a bit too tight for a regular man to wear and he also wore a dark green blouse with a white shirt underneath it. She looked back up at his face and found the expression much like a face she knew quite well. She just couldn't put her finger on it. The statue's face was transfixed in a scowl. That was the scowl of Draco Malfoy. In fact, the whole statue reminded Ginny of Malfoy.
'Wow. A bit full of himself isn't he?' Ginny thought to herself. 'Making a statue of himself… How pathetic.' Not like Ginny cared, but she did want to know why there was a statue of Draco Malfoy in Hogwarts. Then she finally looked around. She remembered that she was in the Slytherin wing of the castle. That was most likely why there was a statue of Draco Malfoy. She didn't really care that there was a statue. All Malfoy did was insult her family, call her names, and make her feel shitty about herself. He was, all out, the meanest person Ginny had ever known.
'But he is handsome…' Ginny thought for a second.
"What am I saying? Draco Malfoy is not cute!" Ginny scolded herself aloud.
"Oh really? I would say that I'm quite fetching." She heard someone drawl behind her. Drawl. Now. Who could that be? Ginny whipped around to see those dark gray eyes that haunted her every dream. Looking down at Ginny was Draco Malfoy, Mr. Look-at-me-I'm-so-perfect-why-don't-we-all-worship-me. Hah. Like Ginny would ever think of doing anything like that. She looked around wondering why she was even in the Slytherin wing. 'Oh yeah. I have special potions.' She remembered
"Sorry, Malfoy, but I'm late to class. I have to go." Ginny said coolly, like it didn't matter that Draco was only a few inches from her body.
"Are you forgetting that we are in the same special potions together? Or did it just slip your little mind?" Draco sneered at her.
"Let's go…" Ginny growled. She turned and headed down the steps, Draco behind her, and into the potions classroom.
"Ah, Miss Weasly and Mr. Malfoy, how wonderful of you to join us for the making of a transfiguration potion. Miss Weasly, you will be paired with Xavior. Mr. Malfoy, with Mr. Zabini. Miss Weasly, you are lucky that you forgot to bring an animal. Xavior has been kind enough to provide and animal to extract hair from." Snape turned when he heard snickering from Xavior. "Xavior! Stop playing with your animal before you murder it! Please," Snape turned back to Ginny and Malfoy, "take your seats and begin your experiments. Ten points from each house." Ginny sighed and turned to sit down with Xavior. 'I wonder what animal he brought in.' Ginny thought to herself. Xavior turned and held out his hand. Ginny shrieked, disturbing most of the class.
"Is there a problem Miss Weasly? Can you not handle your emotions around a mere spider? Are you that afraid that you are willing to disrupt my class? Ten points from Gryffindor." Ginny sighed. 'Twenty points so far and it hasn't even been five minutes.' Ginny turned back to Xavior. It was her job to extract the hair from the spider. The only problem with that was that this was no ordinary spider. No. It was a tarantula. A big, hairy, eight legged, warmly stripped tarantula. It had large fangs that snapped loudly when ever she got her hands near it. The last time she tried, the spider reared up on two or it's eight hairy legs and spat something at Ginny. It missed her but landed on her paper. The paper immediately burst into flames. Ginny was now more terrified than she had ever been.
She was now shaking and she picked up her wand. She said in an uncertain voice, "Accio spider hair." About a half a second went by and the strangest thing happened. All the spider's hair fell of it's body and soared towards Ginny. Then the spider flew at Ginny. It was hissing and screaching.
Ginny shrieked, again, disturbing the class and dropped her wand. The hair along with the spider, dropped to the floor. The hair spilled all over the floor and her shoes. Snape came over.
"Miss Weasly! Can you not control yourself around a mere spider?