Ginny flipped her issue of witch weekly closed for what had to be the fifteenth time and sighed. Her brother sat a short distance away, his eyes focused on the broom that currently demanded all of his attention. Hermione was gone, off doing whatever it was she did with Professor Snape, her nose wrinkled.
She wondered what it was like, to fall in love? So far she'd not had that particular experience and she was quite okay with it.
Of course, she'd had crushes, Dean Thomas and her had dated for quite some time before she realized he never touched her.
Gay.
Of course he had to be bent. She nearly snorted to herself thinking back on it and ran her fingers through her hair. And then there had been Harry, she'd had a thing for him for quite some time, and again she'd been attracted to someone who was very, very, not attracted to her gender.
She cleared her throat and shifted, Ron's eyes flicked over to her.
"Would you stop fidgeting, it's annoying." He grumbled and she cocked an eyebrow at him but said nothing. The magazine flicked back open.
Even her brother had finally found someone to settle with, Harry's little sister Rose was the sweetest girl, she leveled the menace that was her brother rather nicely, if she did say so herself.
So, this was what it came down to, their group of friends was a crazy one, of that she was certain. Hermione was attracted to older men, Harry attracted to boys, Ron had a sex drive that bordered on out of control, and she was attracted to gay men.
It made perfect sense, of course she'd always find herself attracted to people she couldn't have.
She sniffed, her nose twitched a little at the sharp scent of something burning.
"Ron, is that…" Her question was never finished, a loud crack that reminded her strangely of thunder spiked through Gryffindor tower, she was thrown from her seat on the sofa, through the dust she could just make out her brother smashing into the wall.
Her lungs rejected the thick dust that hung in the air and she gave several violent coughs, trying to move through the rubble on her hands and knees, feeling about for her wand, which was nowhere to be found. She felt the magazine slip on the floor beneath her knees and she almost lost her balance, thank goodness for quidditch or she may have fallen chin first into the hard stone floor.
A mad cackle bounced off of the damaged walls and a figure began to cut through into her vision, tall and broad, he waved a hand in front of his face, a cane held gingerly in the other.
"Oh, for the love of Merlin." She groaned when she realized who was there, and exactly what was happening.
"Cease your dallying, Bella, we will be caught if we do not go." His eyes locked on Ginny who made a rude noise and turned her face.
"Now, now, Lucy, don't be rude!" The crazed witch cackled, Ginny rolled her eyes. She was related to that woman, however distantly, it was a troubling thought.
"We'll need to take something with us for our troubles." She laughed again and Ginny shook her head, a coughing fit stealing any words she may have had as she was snatched up off of the floor and unceremoniously tossed over a broad shoulder.
She wasn't sure if it was that she was still dazed, or that the coughing fit had taken it out of her but she hung there limply, eyes still scanning the floor, rubble and all for her wand.
"Accio wand!" She cried, a last-ditch effort through coughs and as her wand came zooming toward her Lucius Malfoy snatched it in midair and gave a deep chuckle.
"Thank you, saved me the trouble of attempting to find the bloody thing."
"Arse." She grumbled, barely managing to get the words out as he walked away with her slung over her shoulder, violent coughs shaking her abdomen against him.