A.N. wow that was fast. I think the writer's block is going to end soon, I hope actually =). We have another character coming in this chap –wink- I hope you enjoy!
The face of my savior- chapter three
I woke up with a sore neck. Ugh, damn! Somebody should make these pillows softer! I pushed myself off of my bed… only to find I wasn't in it. I wasn't even in my room. Last night came flooding back to me and I sighed. A loud groan made me look at my 'pillow'.
"Somebody should make these bloody pillows softer." Draco sat up.
I laughed at him. He had said the exact same thing that I was thinking just minutes ago! What was he, a mind reader?
"Morning, Draco." I greeted.
"What are you doing in m- oh wait, this isn't my room. Ugh, where are we?" a look of realization dawned on his face, seconds after he asked his question, "Oh."
"Yup- oh." I affirmed standing up, "Are we going back?"
"Fine, fine." He grunted and stood up. Huh look at that- he wasn't a morning person either.
He stood up muttering about crazy redheads who couldn't make up their mind.
"Hey! I heard that! Now how are we going back to Hoggie?" I asked.
"A boat." He said looking at me as if it was the most obvious thing on earth. Which it actually was.
"Try and transform a seaweed then." I urged him, wanting to get off this little island sooner. The warming charm was starting to wear off.
"Why me? You're a sixth year; you should be able to transform one too!"
Oh crap, "Transfiguration has never been one of my strengths." I mumbled barely audible.
"What was that?" he asked.
I know he heard me; the corners of his mouth were pulling themselves higher. The slimy little git!
"I suck at Transfiguration, ok?" I hissed at him, nostrils flaring, my mouth set in my best McGonagall imitation. Ah the irony at it all, I couldn't transfigure stuff, but I could imitate my Transfiguration teacher's facial expressions.
"Ok." He answered nonchalantly, but I could hear the smugness in his voice. Ugh! The nerve of that guy!
"You coming, Firefly?" he asked from his position in the boat. Wow, that was fast.
"Yeah, yeah." I hopped in and we floated back to Hogwarts.
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The trip back passed calmly- we exchanged a few joke-insults, he declared his love for me. No biggie. Haha, joking! About the love part anyway.
As we stepped on the grounds I felt my stomach clench with nervousness. Oh, God, what was going to happen now? As if reading the worry on my face, Draco took my hand and squeezed it comfortingly. I looked up and bit my lip.
"It's all gonna work out. I promise." He smiled at me. I tried to smile back but the muscles of my mouth were against it.
I took a deep breath and started walking towards the castle. Draco followed me, not letting go of my hand. Word couldn't have gotten around so fast… right? I gulped noisily, my throat was too sore to let me swallow without a noise. We entered the building and I dug my nails into Draco's palm.
The moment I passed the oak doors people started glaring at me. Pkay so maybe word did get around fast.
"Not only are you abusing Harry, but you're sleeping with Malfoy too! You're a disgrace to the Weasleys!" some Hufflepuff fourth year yelled at me.
I felt the rage take place of the nervousness, "Oh shut the fuck up you stupid dimwit! Stop talking about things you know nothing about!" I yelled at him.
"Looky, looky, the Weaselette has claws." A voice behind us said.
I turned around to see a tall Slytherin boy –around Draco's height- with olive colored skin, black hair arranged in dreadlocks, and a pair of piercing midnight blue eyes. He was leaning against a wall nd a smile was gracing his full cherry lips.
"I like that." He pushed himself away from the wall and extended his hand towards me, "Zabini, Blaise Zabini." I took his hand and shook it.
"If you're trying to pull the 'James Bond' technique on me- it's not gonna work." I joked.
"Who's James Bond?" both Draco and Blaise asked at the same time. I only laughed.
"Never mind." I waved off.
"Anyway," Blaise said, "I don't believe in the whole 'you beating Potty-pants' thing. It's bull!" he said. I felt touched. Finally one person who didn't know the whole truth but was still on my side.
"And we're with him!" called a voice.
I turned around and gaped. Pansy Parkinson was standing there with Theodore Nott next to her, nodding vigorously. What was the world coming to? "I thought you hated me." I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"Hate is a strong word, Weasel-bee, we just don't like the house you're in. house prejudice like everyone." Theodore said.
"Weasel-bee?" I asked skeptically, "If you want to call me something other than Weasley, Ginny's just fine thank you."
Before any of them could respond, McGonagall walked to me, "Miss Weasley, you're called at the headmaster's office." She said through clenched teeth. Ah great! My own head of house believed in Ron's story!
I huffed and followed her. I was surprised to hear another four sets of feet coming after me. Turning around I saw that Draco, Blaise, Theodore, and Pansy were coming after us.
"We're with you, Ginny. Plus- Draco knows the real story." Pansy said to me and walked a bit faster to catch up.
"Thanks guys I really appreciate it." I said and smiled at them.
We were soon in front of the oak door separating us from the Headmaster's office. I took a deep breath and went in after McGonagall.
My stomach flopped. The whole Order was in there! Plus the Minister of Magic –Kingsley. Oh shit! They didn't look happy. Not happy at all…
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Sorry for the almost cliffie guys! :S well at least I updated fast… sort of. Anyway please tell me what you think! Oh yeah and I'm looking for a beta! Anyone interested?
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