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Chapter two

Ginny threw herself onto her bed after an exhausting quidditch practice. She groaned as she flipped over, trying to avoid moving her muscles while still slipping out of her soaking clothes. It just so happened she had spent three hours flying in torrential rain while Bobby, the substitute captain since Harry was mysteriously "missing", yelled for her to hurry up and find the damn snitch. Ginny had to restrain from grabbing a beaters bat and whacking bobby over the head till he bled out of his ears so instead she zoomed off in search of the snitch while secretly pulling her wand out and when no one was looking, shooting a hex over at Bobby. She gave a small smile as the boy's hair turned bright pink.

Ginny rolled on her bed, trying to shake some of the mud off her now half-way clothed body, She had managed to get her shirt off but was too stiff to move her legs, so she was left laying on her bed in nothing but a rather lacy black bra and a pair of soaked grey sweat pants. It wasn't until twenty cold minutes later she brought herself to crawl into a tee shirt and grab a towel. She hobbled to the prefect's bathroom and mumbled the password, all the while thanking the fact boys tended to tell her whatever she wanted to know if she just pouted her lips.

She slipped behind one of the curtained rooms, taking her sweats off and leaving them on the floor in a little pile, she wasn't worried about being walked in on considering it was the middle of dinner but she still left her underwear on just in case. She filled the bath with rose water, never having been a fan of all the different fragranced waters. She remembered in her third year Harry had come back to the common room really late smelling like a florist shop. Ginny giggled but felt a slight pang, harry. Where was he? What was he doing? Would he be back soon? And what about Ron and Hermione? Had they gotten together yet? Were they alive? Ginny shuddered and pushed thoughts of death from her head. She slowly started working her arms, shaking and whirling the stiffness out of them, soon she moved to the deep end and started treading, she felt her legs tense then relax, causing her to sigh with relief.

Draco Malfoy silently walked down the hall, careful to avoid any sound of human life or ghost life. He decided to skip dinner, no reason to go down to the great hall and have people stare at him in hatred and awe. Plus he knew Pansy was probably waiting for him down there. He shuddered remembering how she had complained for four straight hours about her detention. Draco's mind slowly wandered to the weasley girl. He had to stifle a laugh when he thought about how that detention was going to go. Pansy, Blaise, and Weasley. He stopped in front of a painting of an underwater scene, mumbling a password and slowly opening the door. He walked into the prefect's bathroom and looked around. The tub was filled with rose water and the water was still running. He looked around for whoever was currently occupying the tub but found no one.

Meanwhile…

Ginny pressed herself even more into the shadows as Draco walked in, 'Ohhh great not only am I freezing and half naked, now I have to wait till malfoy leaves.' Ginny watched as he made his way over to her clothes, slowly picking up the soaking sweats, she almost growled when he started going through her stuff. She slowly circled behind him until she could only see his back. With the stealth of a jungle cat she leapt out of the shadows and pushed her wand into Draco's back, immediately the slytherin stiffened but before he could turn around a shockingly familiar voice whispered in his ear,

"It's rude to touch what isn't yours Malfoy." Malfoy smirked when he recognized the voice as Ginny's. He slowly turned and sneered at the red head, whom he couldn't help but realize wasn't wearing very much. He took in her appearance, lace black bra and watching underwear, damn what a body. He suddenly realized what he just thought and almost slapped himself. Ginny on the hand was starring coolly into his eyes, wondering why he wouldn't just let go of her sweatpants so she could get dressed.

"Uhhh malfoy, if you're done starring I would like my pants back." Ginny smirked up at him, her red hair sticking to her face slightly, the curls coming back as it slowly dried.

Draco was shaken out of his revere by her voice and slowly smirked down at her.

"You know Weasel, I think I'll keep these and you can walk back to your common room like that." Ginny let out a low growl causing malfoy to take a small step back. He was about to draw his wand when he saw hers whirl in a complicated figure and suddenly he found himself upside down in none other than an exact replica of the little weasels sweats and tee shirt.

"What the sodding hell are you doing!" Malfoy was slowly going slightly red as all the blood rushed to his face. Ginny walked up to him and picked her sweats up off the ground, slowly putting her tee shirt back on and exited the bathroom, leaving Draco hanging up side down and cursing blood traitors and bad style choices.

When Ginny got back to her dorm she slipped in to pair of plaid sleeping pants and a small white tank top. She sat down on her bed and opened her potions book, looking over the material for her essay, She smiled and closed her book, and 'this is going to be easy!'

The next hour went by rather uneventfully, Ginny finished her homework and got changed, she put on a black solos and a blue tee shirt with the Gryffindor crest on it. She threw her hair into a messy bun and slipped on some shoes. She slowly made her way to the dungeon, her head buried in a book, it wasn't until she reached the door to the room she knew she was having her detention in. When she walked in she slowly closed her book and looked up to see only Snape occupying the room. The potions master looked up over his desk as Ginny took a seat, looking around the room in a bored fashion. She slowly turned her gaze to her teacher and saw him become visibly less confident.

"Hello Ms Weasley." Snapes voice was slightly softer than usual and Ginny grinned up at him.

"What's up professor?" Snape inclined his head to the potions cabinet and Ginny raced over to see what special ingredient her teacher had managed to find her this week.

"Awesome, a unicorn heart string, Sir where did you find this, it's really rare!" Snape almost smiled at her enthusiasm but quickly masked his emotions with a cool façade.

"Oh a little searching here, a couple threats there, it wasn't too hard to find." Ginny laughed out loud at her teachers attempt to hide his contempt on just how hard it was to find that heartstring. Snape smirked at her and went back to correcting the essays that laid spread across his table. Ginny walked up to his desk and looked down at the papers Snape visibly tensed at her looking over his shoulder but kept working as though nothing was wrong. Ginny snickered behind him and he dropped his quill in exasperation.

"What Ms, Weasley do you find so humorous about these abysmal papers?"

Ginny had to stuff her hand into her mouth to keep from telling it wasn't the papers but his corrections that were making her laugh. Snape looked at her questioningly until she gained control of her giggles and pointed at a paper he had just put in the 'finished' pile.

"Your correction is also wrong sir, adding two pinches of lacewing flies wouldn't shorten the potion anymore then what Creevy said, the real way to make it turn colors quicker would be to crush two hufferpod beans and use the juices."

Snape looked down in astonishment, why hadn't he thought of that. Ginny went back to looking over his shoulder until the door opened and Blaise walked in. He looked at his professor and nodded, and then he let his eyes wander, not even acknowledging Ginny, which she personally had no problem with.

The time crept by slowly until Pansy walked in, demanding all attention she cleared her throat until three people whipped their heads around in irritation. Snape put his quill down while Ginny closed the book she had taken off her professor's desk. Blaise looked up from inspecting his nail beds and all six eyes looked at pansy. Finally having the attention she demanded she tried to pout her already collagen lips and looked at Professor Snape,

"Sir, I really don't see why I have to be here, I mean, I only taught that little blood traitor a lesson, why am I being punished?"

Ginny snorted at Pansy's lack of tact, she had just managed to insult her head of house's favorite student, infuriate him with her choice of attire (or lack there of) and give everyone in the room a migraine from her high whiny voice.

Snape strode over to Pansy and looked down at her,

"Shut up Parkinson, and might I suggest a little thing called modesty, it has been known to work well for others." Pansy looked at him, completely lost at what he was saying. Snape sighed and turned to Ginny and Blaise who were both trying not to laugh but failing miserably, Blaise was blue in the face from trying to stop the fit of hysterical giggles trying to escape while Ginny was ineffectively tying to stop her fits of laughter by stuffing as much of her sleeve as she could in her mouth.

Snape rolled his eyes and motioned for them to assemble in front of his desk.

"Today you will be scrubbing the fourth floor bathrooms, without magic."

Pansy looked like she was about to burst with indignation, she swelled up like a bullfrog and her face got all purple and blotchy.

"You cannot be SERIOUS! Do you know how much this skit cost? I cannot ruin it by doing house elf work!!" Pansy's voice seemed to be getting an octave higher with each word she spoke; Ginny on the other hand, was use to this punishment seeing as Snape gave it to her every time she had detention. Blaise looked mildly disgusted but Ginny couldn't tell if it was because of the punishment or the fact Pansy was standing so close to him…

Three hours and a lot of scrubbing later Ginny walked back into the potions room to get her book.

"Ms. Weasley, I know you lied to me about Peeves and the potions room, mind if I ask why you so desperately needed me out of my office?"

Ginny cringed and turned around, her face a mask of determination,

"I wanted to talk to Dumbledore." A look of understanding crossed Snape's face.

"And by 'you' you mean Mr. Potter and his doppelgangers."

Ginny smiled and picked up her book, silently leaving the dungeons in a whirl of curly red locks. Snape couldn't help but smile as he settled himself into his desk chair and looked over more essays. Oh yes, this was going to be an interesting year...

Ginny rushed to the kitchens to grab a sandwich than ran back to Gryffindor, she snuck by Bobby and Jimmy who were discussing quidditch by the fire and made it upstairs without being detected. 'Damn Gin, you are scary good!' Ginny smiled and settled herself in for a little sleep before classes tomorrow, she couldn't wait tell potions!