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Chapter 7 –  Can We Say, "Detention"?!

Firenze glanced at Anne and said for her to go ahead and get the Headmaster herself. Anne ran frantically out of the room, carefully staying three feet away from Ginny at all times.

Ginny, on the other hand, was feeling incredibly stupid. Standing rigidly where she was, she glared at Lavender, who had her hands covering her mouth, and then looked at Firenze. The poor centaur looked like he had just had a stroke, and obviously felt horrible about Ginny's current condition. Slowly, Ginny cracked a smile. "Well, at least I smell good, right?" She giggled uncertainly. No one else thought it was in the least bit funny.

Relief came at the sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor. Dumbledore came striding in the room, a look of worry on his face. Immediately, he said, "Do you feel any pain, Miss Weasley?"

"Er- no…" she replied.

"Can you move?" he continued, standing between her and the rest of the class.

"Yes."

"Good. Come with me to the Hospital Wing, please." He led her out of the room, and as they walked down the corridor, Ginny glanced back to see Firenze and the class standing in the doorway watching the two leave. Before she knew it, she was being steered to a bed by Madame Pomfrey, and had chocolate rammed into her mouth as the woman looked over her. Once again, Ginny was left to feel stupid as the Headmaster and nurse whispered furiously to each other in the other corner of the room. Ginny shrugged, and looked out the window. She felt a bit better to have the huge window right next to her bed.

Madame Pomfrey walked back towards her as Dumbledore left the Hospital Wing. "I'm going to keep you in here for another half-hour, and then I'll let you get back to your next class, dear. I just want to make sure you don't have any reactions soon. Now, apparently, you aren't having any complications, but we'll just see…"

Ginny nodded, and took the chocolate that the nurse handed her. Sighing, she continued to look out of the window until a thought struck her. "Madame Pomfrey!" she called. The nurse hurried in, expecting tentacles sprouting out of her face. "Er- you didn't tell my brother about this, did you?" she asked apprehensively.

"No, dear," the woman said sweetly. "We didn't want him to worry unless something went seriously wrong. You may tell him yourself."

"Thank you. Oh- what about my parents?" she added.

"We sent them an owl to tell them, but we also said that the Draught doesn't usually affect children, so…" Madame Pomfrey trailed off.

"- So that they don't worry too, right?" Ginny continued smoothly.

The nurse smiled. "Basically," she said wryly. "Truthfully, we don't know what will happen, but we suspect nothing. By the way," she added as an afterthought, "you may go now. I don't think you're going to die."

Ginny smiled, and got out of the bed. After saying a goodbye and promising to come for a checkup tomorrow, Ginny left the Hospital Wing. She needed to get her things for her next class, though, so she headed back to Gryffindor Tower. Despite today's events, she felt happy. Her bubbly feeling was ruined when Ginny happened to pass the boy's bathroom, and out stepped Malfoy right into her path.

"Er- hi," she said in a surprised voice at having found a tall piece of eye candy blocking her way.

"Well, if it isn't a Weasley," he sneered.

"I take it you're a Malfoy," she retorted just as venomously. "Now move, I need to go somewhere."

"Feisty, aren't we?" he said with a smirk. "No, actually, I think I'd rather keep you from getting to your class. It might get you in trouble."

Ginny stomped her foot in anger. "Get out of my WAY, Malfoy!" she yelled, trying to get by.

"Ah- let me think- NO."

"Fine then. Have it you're way. Believe me, I'll get you back even better. I know how to get you in trouble too, you know," she said matter-of-factly.

"I'd like to see you try," he challenged as he moved and walked down the corridor the opposite way.

Ginny stood and watched him go, fuming. She'd show him- but how? She leaned in concentration against the wall, but fell through the door to the boy's bathroom. She stood up, and found herself staring at a sparkling bathroom that looked exactly like the girls except for a few different toilets. She grinned evilly. Oh yes- she'd get him back all right.

Where to begin? Lets see… Ginny took out her wand and stared at the white walls, toilets, sinks, doors, mirrors… Everything was white. Thanks to a few of my brothers' spells, that can be quickly remedied. She giggled as she flicked her wand and turned all the toilets pink. Spinning with glee, she turned the walls lime green, and the doors lilac. Looking up, she made a painting of flowers, ballerinas, sunshine, ribbons- anything remotely girly- on the ceiling. Glancing at the mirrors, she drew ugly people on the reflective part.

And now for the finish! Waving her wand madly in the air, she sent multi-colored paint splotches on the stalls, toilets, and sinks, (which she had left white). Pointing to the toilet paper rolls, she let them unravel and spin out everywhere. She laughed wildly as she ran over to one of the walls and painted the words "D. Malfoy rules!" in sloppy letters that stuck out vividly.

Ginny jumped up and down happily. Oh yes! I am evil! I got you back, Malfoy! Sticking her head out of the door to make sure that the coast was clear, she ran all the way back to Gryffindor Tower laughing.

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