Chapter 3

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Tell me all that you've thrown away

Find out games you don't wanna play

You are

The only one that needs to know

It was a week into the school year and everything had been going smoothly, so far. Aurora found her brother and hung out with him a few times. The Slytherins were sort of used to her, and knew to never bother her even though she was a Gryffindor because Draco would murder them – they didn't have to hear that from his mouth to know it was true. She even sat with them once or twice, but today, she was sitting with the Gryffindors at lunch.

"So Harry, when are quidditch tryouts?" Ginny asked, popping a grape in her mouth. He finished chewing on a piece of steak before he answered.

"Middle of next week. You trying out, Gin?"

"Mm-hmm. For chaser and seeker. First and second choices."

"Nice. I think you'd do great in both positions. I'll see you there." Ginny beamed at his words.

Just then, Amanda walked into the great hall and sat down on the long bench at the table far from them. Aurora nudged Ginny and pointed subtly at the girl. Ginny turned to look, and saw a tear run down Amanda's cheek, but the girl brushed it away quickly while her hand lingered near her ear. She tucked a strand of hair behind it in an attempt to hide the dampness on her skin.

The two girls shared a worried glance and got up to walk over to her. She looked up when they sat down on either side of her, Aurora's low pig tails swishing from her neck from the movement, and she sniffed.

"Hi," she said with a slightly cracked voice.

"Hey. What's wrong?" Aurora asked, getting right to the point.

"Nothing, why do you ask?"

"Amanda, you're crying," Ginny pointed out. "Was it something with your family?"

"No…"

Ginny placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Then what's wrong? If you talk about it, maybe we can help."

"It's… well… my roommates…they were talking about you, Aurora, so I defended you, strongly, and they all attacked me."

Aurora gasped and Ginny's eyes hardened. "They didn't hex you, did they?" the blonde asked.

"No… they attacked my family. They said I wasn't worth anything, that Professor Dumbledore only sent me a letter because he felt pity for me… I tried to defend myself but I don't like giving out true information about my background. They said that I don't mean anything to anyone, that I'm useless and meaningless. Then I left."

"That's not true!" Aurora stood up quickly, nearly knocking her bag off the bench, and startling Amanda. Draco looked across the room when he heard his sister's outraged cry. He was lounging at the Slytherin table with Pansy, Blaise, and Zack.

"What?" Amanda asked.

"Everything they said! You are one of the sweetest people I've ever met!"

"Don't you DARE believe what they told you. None of that is true." Ginny added. Her voice, much unlike Aurora's, was lower, but deadly, dangerous, and fierce. In her eyes was a glowing fire that no one messed with; the Weasley temper, as people called it. Amanda gave them a small smile, and Aurora sat back down.

"Hey I have an idea!" Ginny suddenly shouted, immediately brightening up. "Why don't you move into our room like Rora did?"

Amanda's eyes lit up. "Really? You'd let me do that?"

"Of course!" Aurora put in. "Why wouldn't we?"

"But what about Rose?" Amanda asked.

"Oh, we hate her," said Ginny. "We'd do anything to get her out of our room, but of course, getting you out of yours is higher priority, though doing that gets her out of ours so it all works out."

The brunette chuckled. "Well then… I guess… and, what about your other roommate? What's her name…"

Ginny stood up and looked towards the end of the table. "Yo, Trin!"

A black haired girl with a deep purple streak in her hair further down the table looked up at Ginny. "Sup?"

"Want a new roommate?"

"Definitely!"

Ginny smiled and sat back down. "There. Done." Amanda couldn't hold back her smile. She liked her new roommates already.

Draco rolled his eyes. So that's what his sister was yelling about. He could care less about the other girls, as long as she was okay.

Ginny was running down the corridors towards her transfiguration class she had in five minutes, when she rounded a corner and collided with a someone, sending both of them to the floor.

"Ouch! Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't see you because I'm late -"

"Goddamnit watch where you're going, Weasley!"

Ginny looked up and sneered, and stood, along with Malfoy. "Maybe it's you who needs to watch where you're going."

He was shocked; he'd never received that comment from someone before. But he shrugged it off and brought himself back to the situation. "I don't have to. You're just a lowly Weasley; you're not worth apologizing to. You need to watch who you run into, or next time, it might not be so pretty."

"Oh, so you admit I'm attractive. Again." She smirked at him and raised her head in an arrogant way. His jibe at her being worthless had hurt, but she reminded herself to play his game. It worked. Her anger ebbed away at the prospect of putting him at a loss for words.

"As I reminded you before; with that hair, those freckles, and those hand-me-downs, I don't think so."

"I do."

"And what makes you think that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Your reactions towards me ever since the train."

"The only way I react when I see you, Red, is with disgust."

"Really? That's interesting, because I don't see it on your face. The way you reacted to me on the train was definitely not in disgust. You actually touched me, Malfoy, on your own accord. That doesn't seem like disgust to me."

"That's a little thing I like to call anger, Red. You should know it well, with that temper of yours. Now get out of my way."

"You can easily walk around me!" Her temper was getting the better of her.

"I'm better than you. You should respect your betters. Now move before I have to make you." Ginny placed her hands on her hips, and like on the train, didn't realize how much it accentuated her breasts. This actually did cause a reaction from him, but he didn't dare show it, and he didn't dare move lest she... noticed.

"I guess you'll just have to force me, then."

"Weasley!" he growled, frustrated.

"Malfoy!" she mocked.

"Damn, you're stubborn."

"I've been told."

"Feisty wench."

"Stupid ferret." She smirked.

"I don't know why you Weasley's think that name you call an insult bothers me."

Ginny shrugged. "Maybe because it was so unkind and unfair that it bruised your ego and your pride. So are you gonna make me move or what? You're making me late for my class."

"Why should I care? Now I have a reason to stay here and make you move around me."

"You're a bastard."

"I may not consider Lucius to be my father, but I am certainly not a bastard. You see, Weasley, I contain both my mother's and Lucius's genes, and they are still married. You do know what the definition of a bastard is, don't you?"

She had less than a minute to get to her class, so she sucked up her pride and pushed past him, shoving him as she did. "Oh sod off, Malfoy. I don't have time for this!" She ran around him and to her classroom, not a second late.

He looked after her with an odd expression on his face, then shook his head. "Brat." He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked down the hallway towards the door to the dungeons.

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