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Chapter 2: Lost in Thoughts

Ginny watched Malfoy's receding figure through a veil of pain, doing her best to stare daggers at him. She had never hated some one as much before as she did him at this moment Just a few seconds ago (though it seemed to have been a hell of a lot longer than that) she had felt triumphant. Now she lay sprawled on the floor as listening to Malfoy call her a Neanderthal. She definitely preferred the former. 'Next time HE'LL be the one lying on the ground in pain watching me walk away' she thought, gritting her teeth in pain as she tried to stand up.

She was finally on her feet. Her head was pounding as if she'd been hit by a bludger repeatedly. She desperately needed a trip to the hospital wing. She began to walk and cursed as she stepped on the broken shards that had once been her ink bottle. It had been her last bottle. Malfoy had been right about one thing, she didn't have enough money to afford another. She's have to borrow some of Ron's. She took out her wand from her robes and repaired the bottle so at least she had something to put the ink in (sharing ink with Ron would be hard enough, never mind sharing a bottle). She then used another spell to clean up the mess caused by the splattering ink. That last thing she – or anyone for that matter- needed was an angry Filch. If one got caught rule breaking while he was in a bad mood, there was a good chance he might try to break out the thumb screws instead of just issuing a detention, which was usually painful enough (depending on with whom it was served).

It seemed to take Ginny forever to reach the hospital wing, her head punding the way it was. "My goodness! What happened to you?" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed rushing over to Ginny as she walked through the door. Ginny looked down at her self to see what had prompted such a reaction from the normally stoic nurse. Her robes were in disarray and her favorite green shirt was stained with blood. She didn't even need a mirror to know her face, probably scraped and bruised, didn't look much better. Although, with the exception of her fantastic headache, she didn't feel too bad, she figured she must look a mess. Probably, in fact, quite how Ron looked after he tried to prove to the twins that wizards don't need brooms to fly by jumping out of their second story window. It had been a nasty sight with splintered bones protruding through his flesh and blood everywhere. 'Alright,' she thought. 'maybe not THAT bad but it's probably not pretty'

Madame Pomfrey's eyes narrowed as she examined Ginny. "I hope this isn't the outcome of another Weasly- Malfoy brawl," she demanded, looking her up and down suspiciously.

"No, I…er…fell down some stairs," Ginny lied. "One of the staircases by the Gryffindor tower. Lucky not to break my neck really!" She gave a weak smile.

"Alright…" Madame Promfrey said, still eyeing her. Despite Ginny's reassurance, the nurse had seen the outcome of one too many fights between the feuding families to truly believe her story. 'The number of times one of those two boys has come in all bloodied up with an excuse like "I fell off my broom" or "I slipped in the shower"…' She shook her head slightly aggravated at the thought. After a couple of long detentions, Ron and Malfoy had wizened up. In a silent agreement, it was decided that the one who came out worse off would go to Madame Pomfrey while the other would heal himself.

However she could almost always guess the cause of the various injuries. 'Still, there's nothing that can be done if one of them doesn't come out and admit it.' she thought. With a sigh, she showed Ginny to a bed, gave her something for the headache and began healing her cuts and bruises.

Malfoy stared in the mirror with disgust. His normally handsome face was marred by the swelling in his left cheek where Ginny had punched him. 'She's strong for a little Weaslette' he thought to himself. He would have gone to the hospital wing, but it had looked like the Weasly girl needed it more than he. He replayed the image of her flying across the hallway and landing hard on the floor. He gave a smirk which quickly turned into a grimace of pain.

After a half hour of trying, it became clear that he wouldn't be able to completely heal himself on his own without some supplies from the hospital wing. He would have to wait until midnight, after Madam Pomfrey turned in, so he could slip in and get what he needed. He decided to try and get some work done in the mean time.

However, he found it hard to concentrate on his Potions homework The face of Ginerva Weasly kept popping up in his mind. That sneer, his sneer really, plastered all over her face as she ridiculed him. And he had lost his calm, icy composure and actually tried to hit her. Draco Malfoy never HIT anybody. He'd jinx them to hell and back but physical violence was beneath him. Before he knew it, the clock struck midnight. Draco grabbed his cloak and left, his work untouched.

It hadn't taken Madame Pomfrey long to heal Ginny. She wasn't as badly injured as she had originally thought. A deep cut on the base of her neck and a bump on the back of her head were the worst of it. As she looked over her shirt, she saw it was nothing a few simple charms couldn't fix.

Madame Pomfrey had wanted her to stay the night just incase the bump had been a bit more than a bump, and had ordered her not to fall asleep. Which was fine with Ginny as she couldn't have fallen asleep if she tried. She could still hear Malfoy's disgusting drawl ringing in her head. 'Gods Weaslette, first you spill half a bottle of ink on me then you throw your self into my arms. I don't know which is more pathetic, you wasting half your father's pay- worth of ink, or your embarrassing crush on me' Her face grew red, making her freckles stand out, and her eyes glowed with anger. Who did he think he was, making fun of her father like that! And having a crush on him? She'd rather kill herself than ever fall in love with a slimy git like him. 'He may have gorgeous blonde hair, those sexy blue eyes, a strong handsome nose and chiseled lips, not to mention a bod to die for,' Ginny stopped herself midthought, shocked that she had even noticed good that vile wretch looked. 'Not that his good looks can compensate for what an ass he is!' Ginny continued, feeling relieved as she got back on track, not even noticing as the clock struck eleven.

'He's a heartless, cruel, miserable excuse for a human being, with no consideration for anyone but himself. The way he uses that girl Pansy Parkinson who, dopey as she is, really seems to care for him. Or how he treats me and my family as if we are the lowest form of scum on earth when all we are is humane. There is no reason anyone needs to kill Muggles! So what if they can't do magic? Why should it matter? You sure don't see anyone killing squibs! And who cares about money? I may not have all the riches Malfoy has but at least I'm happy' Ginny smiled wickedly as the realization dawned on her that Malfoy was probably not a happy person. 'How could he be, evil as he is? Especially when his parents are even worse than he is…' she laughed. On any other night, she might have felt a fleeting feeling of sympathy, but as she lay in the hospital bed (put there by the person in question) all she could do was smirk.

She had passed three hours in the infirmary all together, lost in her thoughts, when the clock struck twelve. Pulled from her thoughts by the chimes, she decided to try and get some homework done (brought by Colin who had heard that she had been seen going to the infirmary looking pretty beat up. Madame Pomfrey had said she would give Ginny her books, but now wasn't good time to see her. She was right of course, and Colin had gone back to Gryffindor). After all, if she was given a clean bill of health, she'd hae to go to classes and it wouldn't do to not have her homework. Taking her books and the bottle of ink Colin had so graciously left for her onto the bed, she started the potions essay. Not ten minutes into it, she was startled by the sound of the infirmary's door opening. She frowned, knowing it couldn't be Madame Pomfrey who was fast asleep.

Quietly, she got out of bed, taking her wand out of the draw beside her and hid behind the curtain separating the ward from the rest of the hospital. She watched a shadowy figure move noiselessly through the darkness and towards Madam Pomfrey's herbs. As the figure began to rummage through them, she jumped from behind the curtain and said "Petrificus totalis!" The figure fell to the ground with a loud thunk. Ginny heard Madame Pomfrey stir in her sleep (her room was attached to the hospital wing) and say something about not wanting to bake a batch of jelly doughnuts. Ginny walked over to the fallen body and looked in the petrified eyes of a very surprised Malfoy.

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