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They'd Kill Us If They Knew
Chapter 1
Ginny Weasley made her way slowly down the short flight of stone steps that led to the dungeons. She grumbled as she trudged down the long dungeon passageway towards Snape's office door. Detention. Again. She spent far too much time in detention these days. It was true that she had begun to rebel with the other students against the Death Eater's regime at Hogwarts, but she didn't have to agree that the punishment of detention did any good at all. She would still act out against the Death Eaters, no matter how many times she was forced to write lines. She supposed it was only a matter of time before the Cruciatus curse became a more standard punishment.
She could see a figure standing in the dark hallway ahead of her, but the dim torch light did not permit her to see who it was. As she moved closer, she recognized the familiar pale blonde hair that could only belong to Draco Malfoy. He noticed her stepping quietly towards him and looked up.
"Well look, it's the Weasel-et. In detention again? I thought they would have just expelled you by now."
Ginny rolled her eyes as she walked past him, stopping just long enough to brush her long crimson hair out of her eyes and respond:
"I wish they would."
Draco was completely dumbfounded by this remark and watched silently as she walked away. He had considered how it must be for Weasley, to have her entire family fighting Voldemort while she was stuck here, cut off, and virtually useless to their cause. He noticed her more lately, and she had become very fascinating to him. She did everything in her power to fight against the new Death Eater/teachers like Amycus and Carrow. But she had never showed any type of weakness until this moment. There was no smile on her face when she said she wished she could be expelled. No hint of joke, no sarcasm. Underneath her strong appearance she was sad and tired and lonely. And it pissed Draco off to realize it, but he desperately wanted to make her better. He loathed her brother and her annoyingly close friends Potter, and Granger, more than words could describe; but he couldn't muster the same dislike for her. She wasn't pompous or annoying or hopelessly doted upon by teachers, as the golden trio were. She was in pain now. And only he knew it. And he wanted to make it stop.
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Ginny knocked on the large, black, door in front of her once and waited. A moment later the door creaked open and Severus Snape looked up from his desk.
"Good evening Weasley."
His voice was the same as always, cold and sarcastic, never with any hint of amusement. He pointed to a desk across from his where there was a roll of parchment, half covered in writing from the last time Ginny had been in detention. Ginny did not speak, but walked to the desk and lowered herself into the chair, trying not to make eye contact with Snape. He supposedly worked for the Order and Ginny was one of the few students who knew this. This made any interaction between them highly uncomfortable, seeing as Snape was doing everything in his power to assist the Death Eaters in overtaking Hogwarts. This might have seemed unusual behavior from someone who claimed to be working against Voldemort. Ginny picked up the quill that lay on the desk and began to scratch the same few words as always onto the surface of the parchment. I must obey my professors and do as I am told. Ginny couldn't help but think that Snape might've come up with a more interesting, or at least more straightforward sentence like: I must do the Dark Lord's bidding or I shall feel the extent of his wrath.
As she wrote, Ginny considered her encounter with Malfoy, only minutes ago, and wondered what he must've thought of her highly uncharacteristic response to his snide comments. She couldn't help but feel like she had at least confused him. It made her happy to think about. Malfoy had seemed increasingly interested in her in the past few weeks and, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, she was beginning to like the attention.