Harry and Co. Belong to J.K.
Update...so proud. I apologize if its crap.
Can't seem to do anything but one shots lately.
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Ginny awoke tired and moody. She groaned and rolled onto her stomach. Last night's event had come back into focus. She shakily got to her feet, silently thankful her dorm mates were nowhere to be found.
Ginny made her way to the bathroom. She disrobed, the mark was still a dark angry color, she sighed and stepped into the hard spray of water. She let it wash away the fear that had been building up all night.
She absentmindedly traced the bruise. She pressed it harshly, as a reminder to herself of what dangerous ground she was treading on.
Ginny snapped out of her morbid thoughts, she finished her shower quickly. Since it was Saturday, she could take her time getting to breakfast. She dressed quickly stopping only to hide the green item under her pillow.
An artfully arranged scarf later, she walked into the great hall and towards her house table. Ginny pointedly ignored the green bedecked table to her left. She spotted Neville, he obligingly moved, making more than enough room for her.
Harry looked up from his cereal, he smiled shyly at her. Ginny attempted to smile back but shame pooled in her stomach, tightening her muscles painfully. Using her hair as a curtain, she took opportunity to examine Harry.
He looked more worn and gaunt than usual. Her heart constricted, 'Harry must never know.'
"Ginny, Ginny?" Neville interrupted her dark thoughts. "What, umm…" she responded.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his gaze worried.
"Harsh night. Exams are bloody awful." she said waving away his concern. Ginny got up her appetite suddenly gone. "Where you going, you just got here?" Ron inquired, mouth full of food displayed. "Ron, Eww. Close your mouth, I don't know how Hermione can stand to look at that every morning." she snapped.
"Well, that's bloody ungrateful. Just worried about your well-being." Ron answered in a miffed tone.
Ginny made no comment, choosing to leave the table instead. Malfoy had just walked in, he strutted towards his own table. Ginny felt a sudden urge to throttle him.
He glanced her way, his gray eyes raking her over her body, settling on her scarf. He smiled with pure arrogance before raising an blond eyebrow. Harry watched her go, noticing her tiny pause as he approached Malfoy. He pushed his plate away, an angry growl working its way up his chest.
This whole exchange was less that a few seconds but it was more than enough time for Neville.
He discreetly watched Ginny stalk out of the great hall, her hand yanking the scarf violently from her neck.
Ginny was not going to lie to herself. Malfoy was rather good looking for a scum sucking son of a death eater. She shoed the disturbing thought away, 'what was she doing?' She hurried to the field, ready to put on her Quidditch gear, and work out her frustration.
Dungeon Classrooms - That Night
Ginny had just been about done when a booted heel collided with her bucket. Snape had assigned her detention that required cleaning in muggle tradition. "Bloody Hell!" she exclaimed, feeling the soapy water seeping into her skirts.
"Temper, temper. Weasley." a cold voice admonished above her head. Ginny looked up through her bangs. "Malfoy." she spat as if his name was something disgusting.
"Now, you'll have to start all over. I do hope this doesn't jeopardize your beauty sleep." he remarked making his way past her and to the Professor's private stores. "Was that a compliment or an insult?" she asked quietly.
She felt the sudden weight of his body behind hers, "What do you want it to be?" he whispered, his breath tickling her sensitive earlobe. She moved away from him, he stood in the same spot, a jar in his hand.
"Merlin, knows you need yours." she replied tartly. She ignored his veiled comment, "Scourgify." she shouted, the spilled contents sloshing back into their bucket.
Malfoy decided not to continue his teasing. He remembered that baiting Ginny while she had a wand in hand was foolish. Draco rubbed his nose, he remembered what happened the last time, he had underestimated her.
"Do you enjoy being a git or is it more of a hobby?" she nonchalantly asked. " I suggest, you keep your tongue behind those pretty teeth before you get into serious trouble." he mocked, his hand snaking out to caress her lips.
Seeing her wand hand move, he made a hasty retreat. Malfoy heard the thump of the spell as it hit the opposite side of the door. "What am I doing?" the question was left hanging in the empty corridor.