A Forbidden Romance
Chapter 1: The Letter
"Home at last," Ginny muttered to no one in particular. It was dinner on the first night of Ginny's sixth year. She couldn't wait to get started on her sixth year. She felt so good about herself this year. It was a new way to start. She had changed a lot during her fifth year. Getting over Harry was the best thing that happened to her, because now she wasn't afraid or nervous about being herself. She wouldn't have to put on an act anymore. A major confidence boost helped her make new friends, of which included Colin Creevey, Liz Aña (A/N: lol, I'm hungry!), and Rebecca Sandberg. Ginny couldn't call herself unpopular. She was well known in her year for great grades and skipping the bandwagon. As admired as Ginny was, she surprisingly never found herself wound of up in a web of rumors. This was odd, as Hogwarts many popular students were in the rumor mill.
"So, what's been up this summer?" Colin asked, stuffing potatoes in his mouth.
"You gross me out, Colin!" exclaimed Liz.
"Not much, just changes, snuck out of the house a couple of times, someone almost read my diary, same ol' same ol'," Ginny stated nonchalantly. Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to a lone owl. Ginny was surprised when the owl dropped the letter on her lap. She ripped it open.
Dear Virginia Weasley,
We are pleased to inform you that because of your outstanding grades in certain classes, you have been invited to join in higher level classes with the seventh years. If you approve, you will be enrolled in the following classes:
Advanced Potions
Advanced Transfiguration
I would like to praise you on such a brilliant accomplishment. I hope you know that this rarely happens, and you are a Hogwarts legend.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Ginny's jaw dropped. She was sure she read wrong. She-Ginny-would be allowed to be in seventh year classes?! She had never been so happy. She had even been praised more than Hermione! She couldn't wait till tomorrow!! "Something up, Gin?" Rebecca asked, looking curiously at Ginny.
"Yes! I get to be in seventh year classes!!" Ginny squealed.
"Oh, that is so cool!" Rebecca said.
"I don't know, Gin, that's gonna be pretty tough!," Liz said, taking the letter off the table.
"I know, but I just can't wait! It'll be so fun!" Ginny talked excitedly the entire dinnertime, save for Dumbledore's announcements. Her friends soon bustled towards the Gryffindor dormitories. Ginny suddenly noticed that they didn't look as keen about the class changes as she did.
"Cheer up, you guys, I'm still gonna be your best friend," Ginny said keenly.
"Yay! Let's all cheer! The great Ginny who has been bragging the entire time still wants to stoop over such retarded sixth years!" Liz sneered with a voice laced with sarcasm. Liz stomped off, leaving Ginny was completely confused.
"Ginny, you were gloating a lot in dinner. Like you were rubbing it in," Rebecca said cautiously.
"I was? I didn't mean it! I swear!"
"I know, but you know Liz. Besides, she wanted to tell you something." At this Rebecca looked a little worried. "You didn't read the entire letter."
"What do you mean? Is there a condition or something?"
"No. The P.S. states that those classes are gonna be with the SLyths."
"Omigod!!! Are you serious?' Ginny's bubble burst. She was looking so forward to taking seventh year classes.
"It's okay, Gin. I mean it won't be so bad. Like not all of them are bad," Rebecca consoled.
"It won't be okay, Becca, and you know it. Give me one Slytherin I can actually be compatible with," Ginny whimpered.
"Draco Malfoy." Ginny's head snapped up. "He's sooo hot Gin, give it a chance. He was looking at you a lot during dinner!"
"I am so sure of that!" Ginny said sarcastically, but she wondered if Rebecca was joking or if she really had any truth in her words. "Anyway, thanks for making me feel better. And by the way, let's go to Hogsmeade this weekend. I wan't to buy Liz something to make up-"Ginny was interrupted by none other than Malfoy.
"I think you forgot the definition of buy, Weasel. It's different from begging," Draco sneered. Ginny didn't know what exactly overcame her, maybe it was the argument, or having to deal with Slyths the entire year from this point, or the entire summer's problems crashing on her at once, but Ginny blew.
She jumped on Malfoy, pinning him to the ground. He was too shocked to fight back, but even if he would have, he wasn't the only one with Quidditch training in his body. Ginny was punching him anywhere she could reach. Her ponytail was coming undone, and Draco's hair was all over his face. The only ones to see this scene were the Gryffs, as everyone else had already left to they're respective dormitories.
"Fuck off, Malfoy, do you understand!" Even Draco knew when to shut up. If anyone would say a word, well they knew Ginny's temper. "I swear Malfoy, one more comment and I swear."
Draco dared a smirk, and sauntered off. "Wow, Ginny, that was wicked," Ron commented, surprised.
"Ron, are you insane? Ginny, I don't want to see such a display again, understood?" Hermione said sternly, since she was Head Girl.
Oh, shut the hell up! Ginny thought. "Yes, ma'am!" Ginny said saluting sarcastically. Everybody chuckled. Ginny climbed into the dormitory, but if she had not been so caught up with the letter she would have seen Harry's shocked expression.
* * *
After a good night's sleep, Ginny felt a little better. Liz still wasn't talking to her, however. She was about to go to breakfast when she thought about going to McGonagall. Ginny headed towards the teacher's room. KNOCK, KNOCK! Ginny tapped on the door.
"Come in." Ginny heard McGonagall say.
"Good morning, Professor," Ginny said calmly as she walked in. "I was hoping to get some information on this seventh year classes business."
"Yes, yes," McGonagall said, lips pressed in a thin line. "You have proven your intellect, and that is why you were selected. "I understand. But do you think I can-is there any way you could-can't I be in Gryffindor seventh year classes?" Ginny almost whined. "I'm sorry, Ms. Weasley. This is how your schedule was arranged by the classes you took. Instead of complaining, I think you should be content with what you have. Now, if that's all, you may leave."
Ginny's hopes went down at once. There was no possible way she could survive an entire year with classes with the SLyths, worst of all Draco. He hadn't bothered many people for a while except for last night. But Becca's words went through her once more. Could Draco really be interested in her? Was he really staring at her during the faeast? Ginny doubted it. She headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast miserably, not looking at all as to where she was going. She ran straight into somebody with a loud "oof!" Professor Trelawney lay sprawled on the floor, like a squashed dragonfly. (A/N: hehe, thought it'd be Draco, eh?)
"I'm sorry," Ginny muttered.
"My dear, do watch where you are headed! Would you like to have some tea?"
"No, no thank you." Ginny wasn't in the mood of having false predictions made about her at the moment.
"Just as well, my eleven stuffed bears will join the tea party, and we cannot have thirteen guests! Oh and dear, be careful this year! My sources tell me you will face trouble and traitors in your list, blocking you from your true love."
Before Ginny could ask anymore, Professor Trelawney took off. Ginny walked along, but now Trelawney's words were what she wondered about. Ginny quickly went to the Great Hall, but this time she sat on the bench facing Draco. She wanted to know if he really stared, or merely glared. As soon as Owl Post arrived when she was having breakfast, Ginny cheered up. She quickly renewed her subscription to The Quibbler, and then paid the owl to send it back. Ginny was devouring the entire issue while Rebecca and Colin talked about the upcoming classes. Liz, who was sitting across from Ginny, was busy chatting with Natalie McDonald, a third year. Ginny looked up just long enough form her magazine to see Draco staring, not glaring as usual, but staring, at her. As soon as he got caught, he quickly turned away. Ginny felt annoyed. Why was he so compelled to look her way continuously? Was he trying to humiliate her or something? After finishing her Quibbler issue, Ginny hurried to Potions, the first Advanced Potions class she was going to take this year. Though Snape despised the Gryffs very much, he was impressed with Ginny's art of brewing potions. Draco was coming in early to the class to suck-up to Snape, but as soon as he got in the classroom, Ginny stopped him. He had a slight cut on his lip from where Ginny's nail probably slashed him last night, but she felt no guilt.
"What were you looking at today? Were you plotting something against the Gryffs?," Ginny asked evenly.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco said.
"Oh, I'm sure you do. Why are you constantly staring my way? Is there a problem?" "Oh, shut it, Weasley. Just because I look at the Gryff table occasionally doesn't mean I want anything to do with them. You have a very large ego to think I spend my precious time gazing at you!"
"Oh, so now I'm the one with the ego? Well, listen here, you prat! I don't like your filthy gaze upon me. You have Parkinson for that." "Whatever. You have no business of putting your Weasley nose in my personal affairs. So I suggest you step aside," Draco said. He wasn't sneering or showing any sign of dislike. His face was blank. Ginny left to her seat anyway. The first lesson in Potions was all about taking notes. She checked occasionally to see if he was staring, but Draco wasn't. She tried stopping herself from doing this; it proved Draco right that she had a large ego.
After Potions, Ginny quickly hurried out of the dungeions to see Becca waiting for her.
"Hey!" She greeted.
"Hey. Potions wasn't so bad. Most of the SLyths just left me alone," Ginny informed.
"Told yah!" Becca said. "By the way, I'm staying out of the common room today. Seamus was stalking me. He freaks me out!!" Ginny giggled. Since last year, the Irish fellow had been chasing Becca. She didn't feel elated, she hated it.
"Okay, I'll join you in the girls' bathroom to study. I better go." Ginny departed, not noticing Draco.
Draco pondered whether he should go or not. He might be able to corner Weasley. He didn't know why he would want to do that though. I'm not falling for Weasley just because of those large chocolate eyes of hers and how her smiling makes almost all the males in this school go crazy. Nope, I am not falling for her, Draco assured himself.
***
"C'mon Ginny! I don't want that Irish retard to find us," Becca said urgently. Liz was serving detention with McGonagall and still wasn't talking to Ginny. "Hold on. I swear, you're really freaked out about him." Ginny grabbed her bookbag as they headed toward the common room exit. "Ginny!" Ron called from an armchair near the fire.
"What?" Ginny turned around.
"Where are you going?"
Oh, my god! Does he think I'm two?! "Library." Even though they were headed to the girls' room, Ginny didn't want Ron to go looking there if it was too late, which he thought was seven o' clock.
"With who?"
"Becca, smart one."
"Why?"
"Normal people go to the library to study, Ron!"
"When will you be back?"
"For god's sake! Is this an interrogation! Can I not go anywhere without your knowledge and consent?! What the hell is your problem?!" And with that, Ginny stormed off with Becca at her heels.
A/N: Do you guys want the next chappie in Draco's POV or in Ginny's? And who do you want to be more resistant and spiteful to the romance? I'm leaning towards Ginny, but your opinions may change that! Pleez press that little blue button there! And you guys better be make me happy, cuz I spent all yesterday doin this when I should have been studying for my science test, which was today, which I am confident I didn't do well on. and I should be studying for my history test, which is tomorrow. I'm rambling aren't I? Well, back to the story, I'll try to make my chapters longer if they're too short. So, with that, Adios, and leave a review!!!
~Sam (short for Samantha, in case you're wondering.) ~
Chapter 1: The Letter
"Home at last," Ginny muttered to no one in particular. It was dinner on the first night of Ginny's sixth year. She couldn't wait to get started on her sixth year. She felt so good about herself this year. It was a new way to start. She had changed a lot during her fifth year. Getting over Harry was the best thing that happened to her, because now she wasn't afraid or nervous about being herself. She wouldn't have to put on an act anymore. A major confidence boost helped her make new friends, of which included Colin Creevey, Liz Aña (A/N: lol, I'm hungry!), and Rebecca Sandberg. Ginny couldn't call herself unpopular. She was well known in her year for great grades and skipping the bandwagon. As admired as Ginny was, she surprisingly never found herself wound of up in a web of rumors. This was odd, as Hogwarts many popular students were in the rumor mill.
"So, what's been up this summer?" Colin asked, stuffing potatoes in his mouth.
"You gross me out, Colin!" exclaimed Liz.
"Not much, just changes, snuck out of the house a couple of times, someone almost read my diary, same ol' same ol'," Ginny stated nonchalantly. Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to a lone owl. Ginny was surprised when the owl dropped the letter on her lap. She ripped it open.
Dear Virginia Weasley,
We are pleased to inform you that because of your outstanding grades in certain classes, you have been invited to join in higher level classes with the seventh years. If you approve, you will be enrolled in the following classes:
Advanced Potions
Advanced Transfiguration
I would like to praise you on such a brilliant accomplishment. I hope you know that this rarely happens, and you are a Hogwarts legend.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Ginny's jaw dropped. She was sure she read wrong. She-Ginny-would be allowed to be in seventh year classes?! She had never been so happy. She had even been praised more than Hermione! She couldn't wait till tomorrow!! "Something up, Gin?" Rebecca asked, looking curiously at Ginny.
"Yes! I get to be in seventh year classes!!" Ginny squealed.
"Oh, that is so cool!" Rebecca said.
"I don't know, Gin, that's gonna be pretty tough!," Liz said, taking the letter off the table.
"I know, but I just can't wait! It'll be so fun!" Ginny talked excitedly the entire dinnertime, save for Dumbledore's announcements. Her friends soon bustled towards the Gryffindor dormitories. Ginny suddenly noticed that they didn't look as keen about the class changes as she did.
"Cheer up, you guys, I'm still gonna be your best friend," Ginny said keenly.
"Yay! Let's all cheer! The great Ginny who has been bragging the entire time still wants to stoop over such retarded sixth years!" Liz sneered with a voice laced with sarcasm. Liz stomped off, leaving Ginny was completely confused.
"Ginny, you were gloating a lot in dinner. Like you were rubbing it in," Rebecca said cautiously.
"I was? I didn't mean it! I swear!"
"I know, but you know Liz. Besides, she wanted to tell you something." At this Rebecca looked a little worried. "You didn't read the entire letter."
"What do you mean? Is there a condition or something?"
"No. The P.S. states that those classes are gonna be with the SLyths."
"Omigod!!! Are you serious?' Ginny's bubble burst. She was looking so forward to taking seventh year classes.
"It's okay, Gin. I mean it won't be so bad. Like not all of them are bad," Rebecca consoled.
"It won't be okay, Becca, and you know it. Give me one Slytherin I can actually be compatible with," Ginny whimpered.
"Draco Malfoy." Ginny's head snapped up. "He's sooo hot Gin, give it a chance. He was looking at you a lot during dinner!"
"I am so sure of that!" Ginny said sarcastically, but she wondered if Rebecca was joking or if she really had any truth in her words. "Anyway, thanks for making me feel better. And by the way, let's go to Hogsmeade this weekend. I wan't to buy Liz something to make up-"Ginny was interrupted by none other than Malfoy.
"I think you forgot the definition of buy, Weasel. It's different from begging," Draco sneered. Ginny didn't know what exactly overcame her, maybe it was the argument, or having to deal with Slyths the entire year from this point, or the entire summer's problems crashing on her at once, but Ginny blew.
She jumped on Malfoy, pinning him to the ground. He was too shocked to fight back, but even if he would have, he wasn't the only one with Quidditch training in his body. Ginny was punching him anywhere she could reach. Her ponytail was coming undone, and Draco's hair was all over his face. The only ones to see this scene were the Gryffs, as everyone else had already left to they're respective dormitories.
"Fuck off, Malfoy, do you understand!" Even Draco knew when to shut up. If anyone would say a word, well they knew Ginny's temper. "I swear Malfoy, one more comment and I swear."
Draco dared a smirk, and sauntered off. "Wow, Ginny, that was wicked," Ron commented, surprised.
"Ron, are you insane? Ginny, I don't want to see such a display again, understood?" Hermione said sternly, since she was Head Girl.
Oh, shut the hell up! Ginny thought. "Yes, ma'am!" Ginny said saluting sarcastically. Everybody chuckled. Ginny climbed into the dormitory, but if she had not been so caught up with the letter she would have seen Harry's shocked expression.
* * *
After a good night's sleep, Ginny felt a little better. Liz still wasn't talking to her, however. She was about to go to breakfast when she thought about going to McGonagall. Ginny headed towards the teacher's room. KNOCK, KNOCK! Ginny tapped on the door.
"Come in." Ginny heard McGonagall say.
"Good morning, Professor," Ginny said calmly as she walked in. "I was hoping to get some information on this seventh year classes business."
"Yes, yes," McGonagall said, lips pressed in a thin line. "You have proven your intellect, and that is why you were selected. "I understand. But do you think I can-is there any way you could-can't I be in Gryffindor seventh year classes?" Ginny almost whined. "I'm sorry, Ms. Weasley. This is how your schedule was arranged by the classes you took. Instead of complaining, I think you should be content with what you have. Now, if that's all, you may leave."
Ginny's hopes went down at once. There was no possible way she could survive an entire year with classes with the SLyths, worst of all Draco. He hadn't bothered many people for a while except for last night. But Becca's words went through her once more. Could Draco really be interested in her? Was he really staring at her during the faeast? Ginny doubted it. She headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast miserably, not looking at all as to where she was going. She ran straight into somebody with a loud "oof!" Professor Trelawney lay sprawled on the floor, like a squashed dragonfly. (A/N: hehe, thought it'd be Draco, eh?)
"I'm sorry," Ginny muttered.
"My dear, do watch where you are headed! Would you like to have some tea?"
"No, no thank you." Ginny wasn't in the mood of having false predictions made about her at the moment.
"Just as well, my eleven stuffed bears will join the tea party, and we cannot have thirteen guests! Oh and dear, be careful this year! My sources tell me you will face trouble and traitors in your list, blocking you from your true love."
Before Ginny could ask anymore, Professor Trelawney took off. Ginny walked along, but now Trelawney's words were what she wondered about. Ginny quickly went to the Great Hall, but this time she sat on the bench facing Draco. She wanted to know if he really stared, or merely glared. As soon as Owl Post arrived when she was having breakfast, Ginny cheered up. She quickly renewed her subscription to The Quibbler, and then paid the owl to send it back. Ginny was devouring the entire issue while Rebecca and Colin talked about the upcoming classes. Liz, who was sitting across from Ginny, was busy chatting with Natalie McDonald, a third year. Ginny looked up just long enough form her magazine to see Draco staring, not glaring as usual, but staring, at her. As soon as he got caught, he quickly turned away. Ginny felt annoyed. Why was he so compelled to look her way continuously? Was he trying to humiliate her or something? After finishing her Quibbler issue, Ginny hurried to Potions, the first Advanced Potions class she was going to take this year. Though Snape despised the Gryffs very much, he was impressed with Ginny's art of brewing potions. Draco was coming in early to the class to suck-up to Snape, but as soon as he got in the classroom, Ginny stopped him. He had a slight cut on his lip from where Ginny's nail probably slashed him last night, but she felt no guilt.
"What were you looking at today? Were you plotting something against the Gryffs?," Ginny asked evenly.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco said.
"Oh, I'm sure you do. Why are you constantly staring my way? Is there a problem?" "Oh, shut it, Weasley. Just because I look at the Gryff table occasionally doesn't mean I want anything to do with them. You have a very large ego to think I spend my precious time gazing at you!"
"Oh, so now I'm the one with the ego? Well, listen here, you prat! I don't like your filthy gaze upon me. You have Parkinson for that." "Whatever. You have no business of putting your Weasley nose in my personal affairs. So I suggest you step aside," Draco said. He wasn't sneering or showing any sign of dislike. His face was blank. Ginny left to her seat anyway. The first lesson in Potions was all about taking notes. She checked occasionally to see if he was staring, but Draco wasn't. She tried stopping herself from doing this; it proved Draco right that she had a large ego.
After Potions, Ginny quickly hurried out of the dungeions to see Becca waiting for her.
"Hey!" She greeted.
"Hey. Potions wasn't so bad. Most of the SLyths just left me alone," Ginny informed.
"Told yah!" Becca said. "By the way, I'm staying out of the common room today. Seamus was stalking me. He freaks me out!!" Ginny giggled. Since last year, the Irish fellow had been chasing Becca. She didn't feel elated, she hated it.
"Okay, I'll join you in the girls' bathroom to study. I better go." Ginny departed, not noticing Draco.
Draco pondered whether he should go or not. He might be able to corner Weasley. He didn't know why he would want to do that though. I'm not falling for Weasley just because of those large chocolate eyes of hers and how her smiling makes almost all the males in this school go crazy. Nope, I am not falling for her, Draco assured himself.
***
"C'mon Ginny! I don't want that Irish retard to find us," Becca said urgently. Liz was serving detention with McGonagall and still wasn't talking to Ginny. "Hold on. I swear, you're really freaked out about him." Ginny grabbed her bookbag as they headed toward the common room exit. "Ginny!" Ron called from an armchair near the fire.
"What?" Ginny turned around.
"Where are you going?"
Oh, my god! Does he think I'm two?! "Library." Even though they were headed to the girls' room, Ginny didn't want Ron to go looking there if it was too late, which he thought was seven o' clock.
"With who?"
"Becca, smart one."
"Why?"
"Normal people go to the library to study, Ron!"
"When will you be back?"
"For god's sake! Is this an interrogation! Can I not go anywhere without your knowledge and consent?! What the hell is your problem?!" And with that, Ginny stormed off with Becca at her heels.
A/N: Do you guys want the next chappie in Draco's POV or in Ginny's? And who do you want to be more resistant and spiteful to the romance? I'm leaning towards Ginny, but your opinions may change that! Pleez press that little blue button there! And you guys better be make me happy, cuz I spent all yesterday doin this when I should have been studying for my science test, which was today, which I am confident I didn't do well on. and I should be studying for my history test, which is tomorrow. I'm rambling aren't I? Well, back to the story, I'll try to make my chapters longer if they're too short. So, with that, Adios, and leave a review!!!
~Sam (short for Samantha, in case you're wondering.) ~