"Hermoine, I don't get this!" Harry said, a hint of frustration in his voice as he crunched up his parchment into a wrinkly ball for the hundredth time that night.
Ginny looked over his shoulder as she passed. "What don't you get?"
"This star chart, I can't find the eye of Pegasus! If I can't find it, how can I tell where it'll be?" He practically yelled.
"That's easy, Harry." She said shrugging.
"Oh really?" He said suspiciously.
"Where is Pegasus?" Ginny asked.
Harry pointed on his chart at the constellation.
"Good. Now, where's the head?"
"What does this have to do with it?"
"How do you expect to find the eye of the Pegasus if you don't look at its face?" Ginny retorted.
"...Oh." Harry said and grinned. "Thanks Ginny!" He said and began to write down the dates.
Ginny sighed and looked over at Hermoine who was absorbed in a spell book. "How ever do you put up with them?"
"I pretend that I'm reading." Hermoine said with a sly grin, never looking up from the pages.
"Hermoine, the books upside down." Ginny said trying to keep a straight face.
"I know, but they aren't that efficient with details." She said with a giggle as she turned the book right side up.
Ginny rolled her eyes and headed to the library in hopes of getting a copy of a cherished book. The halls were deathly silent and the soles of her shoes sent a giant clap echoing down the hall. Turning left at a great staircase she stepped onto the narrow carpeted strips in hopes of preventing the eerie clicks.
"What do you mean you're failing?!" A voice boomed angrily from around the corner.
"Which part didn't you understand? I'm or failing?" an all to familiar voice asked sarcastically.
A loud sickening smack ran through the air and the sound of crashing furniture was heard. Ginny sneaked into the doorway and gasped at what she saw. Draco Malfoy was laying down in what had previously been a table and now books lay scattered around the floor around him. He said up the dim candlelight gleaming off of his nearly white hair, he glared at the tall man that Ginny remembered as his father.
"Don't hit me." Draco announced angrily.
"Don't defy me!" The tall man grabbed his son by the fronts of his robes bringing Draco up face to face. "You bring your marks up or you will have hell to pay." He said and threw his son down. "I will be back to... check on your improvement." Lucious said and disappeared with a loud pop.
"Great. Just great!" Draco said stumbling to his feet. Ginny watched on, feeling extremely awkward as she watched Malfoy pickup dozens of books and pile them on top of each other. A sick feeling boiled in the pit of her stomach. Just how often did this happen?
"Repairo Oakus!" Ginny yelled and flicked her wand at the shattered oak. A green light surrounded the rubble and it floated up and slowly reformed itself into a serviceable table, give or take a few hairline cracks.
Malfoy snapped around, his aqua colored eyes blazing in shock.
"You, Weasel? What do you want?" He demanded tossing a book onto the floor at her feet.
" To help, if I can." Ginny said firmly bending down and picking up the book.
"Spying now were you? Wouldn't put it past a Gryfindor. 'Specially a Weasel!" He shouted.
Ginny's cheeks burned in anger but she calmly stepped forward and looked Draco in the eye for a tense moment. His eyes burned with so many mixed emotions that Ginny couldn't help but look away, that's when she noticed the dark bruise forming on his left jaw line. Slowly Ginny lifted her hand to the offending spot, gingerly examining it until he brought a hand up sharply and hissed at her, squeezing her hand tightly to the point that her fingertips turned purple.
"Don't say anything to anyone, or you'll be sorry."
"Wouldn't dream of it." She spat as she yanked her hand away and shook the circulation back. "You should get that looked at." She said and shoved the book into his stomach. "My offer still stands, if you can rise above your inflated ego that is." She said and turned her heel and heading back to Gryfindor tower. Suddenly she didn't feel like reading.
Climbing into the Gryfindor common room she collapsed into an overstuffed heather chair and glared into the fire.
"What's up Ginny?" Ron asked as he glanced up from a game of wizarding chess allowing Fred to whisper to his knight.
"NOTHING!" she said getting up and climbing the stairs.
Fred and Ron looked at each other. "Slytherin!" They said in unison.
"Oooohhhh, I've got just the thing to fix that problem." George said with a grin. "I just developed them!"
Meanwhile Ginny glared at the ceiling. Why, oh why, did she have to see that. Why did she have to pity Draco? He was a Slytherin, the exact opposite of herself, why should she care what happens to him.
"Because it's not right!" She said and threw her shoe across the room.
Sometimes, being nice wasn't easy. But that's where the Gryfinder courage comes in…
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Authors Note.
So how is it. Just an idea I had. Lemme know what you think
Ginny looked over his shoulder as she passed. "What don't you get?"
"This star chart, I can't find the eye of Pegasus! If I can't find it, how can I tell where it'll be?" He practically yelled.
"That's easy, Harry." She said shrugging.
"Oh really?" He said suspiciously.
"Where is Pegasus?" Ginny asked.
Harry pointed on his chart at the constellation.
"Good. Now, where's the head?"
"What does this have to do with it?"
"How do you expect to find the eye of the Pegasus if you don't look at its face?" Ginny retorted.
"...Oh." Harry said and grinned. "Thanks Ginny!" He said and began to write down the dates.
Ginny sighed and looked over at Hermoine who was absorbed in a spell book. "How ever do you put up with them?"
"I pretend that I'm reading." Hermoine said with a sly grin, never looking up from the pages.
"Hermoine, the books upside down." Ginny said trying to keep a straight face.
"I know, but they aren't that efficient with details." She said with a giggle as she turned the book right side up.
Ginny rolled her eyes and headed to the library in hopes of getting a copy of a cherished book. The halls were deathly silent and the soles of her shoes sent a giant clap echoing down the hall. Turning left at a great staircase she stepped onto the narrow carpeted strips in hopes of preventing the eerie clicks.
"What do you mean you're failing?!" A voice boomed angrily from around the corner.
"Which part didn't you understand? I'm or failing?" an all to familiar voice asked sarcastically.
A loud sickening smack ran through the air and the sound of crashing furniture was heard. Ginny sneaked into the doorway and gasped at what she saw. Draco Malfoy was laying down in what had previously been a table and now books lay scattered around the floor around him. He said up the dim candlelight gleaming off of his nearly white hair, he glared at the tall man that Ginny remembered as his father.
"Don't hit me." Draco announced angrily.
"Don't defy me!" The tall man grabbed his son by the fronts of his robes bringing Draco up face to face. "You bring your marks up or you will have hell to pay." He said and threw his son down. "I will be back to... check on your improvement." Lucious said and disappeared with a loud pop.
"Great. Just great!" Draco said stumbling to his feet. Ginny watched on, feeling extremely awkward as she watched Malfoy pickup dozens of books and pile them on top of each other. A sick feeling boiled in the pit of her stomach. Just how often did this happen?
"Repairo Oakus!" Ginny yelled and flicked her wand at the shattered oak. A green light surrounded the rubble and it floated up and slowly reformed itself into a serviceable table, give or take a few hairline cracks.
Malfoy snapped around, his aqua colored eyes blazing in shock.
"You, Weasel? What do you want?" He demanded tossing a book onto the floor at her feet.
" To help, if I can." Ginny said firmly bending down and picking up the book.
"Spying now were you? Wouldn't put it past a Gryfindor. 'Specially a Weasel!" He shouted.
Ginny's cheeks burned in anger but she calmly stepped forward and looked Draco in the eye for a tense moment. His eyes burned with so many mixed emotions that Ginny couldn't help but look away, that's when she noticed the dark bruise forming on his left jaw line. Slowly Ginny lifted her hand to the offending spot, gingerly examining it until he brought a hand up sharply and hissed at her, squeezing her hand tightly to the point that her fingertips turned purple.
"Don't say anything to anyone, or you'll be sorry."
"Wouldn't dream of it." She spat as she yanked her hand away and shook the circulation back. "You should get that looked at." She said and shoved the book into his stomach. "My offer still stands, if you can rise above your inflated ego that is." She said and turned her heel and heading back to Gryfindor tower. Suddenly she didn't feel like reading.
Climbing into the Gryfindor common room she collapsed into an overstuffed heather chair and glared into the fire.
"What's up Ginny?" Ron asked as he glanced up from a game of wizarding chess allowing Fred to whisper to his knight.
"NOTHING!" she said getting up and climbing the stairs.
Fred and Ron looked at each other. "Slytherin!" They said in unison.
"Oooohhhh, I've got just the thing to fix that problem." George said with a grin. "I just developed them!"
Meanwhile Ginny glared at the ceiling. Why, oh why, did she have to see that. Why did she have to pity Draco? He was a Slytherin, the exact opposite of herself, why should she care what happens to him.
"Because it's not right!" She said and threw her shoe across the room.
Sometimes, being nice wasn't easy. But that's where the Gryfinder courage comes in…
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Authors Note.
So how is it. Just an idea I had. Lemme know what you think