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Chapter 9

Dear Diary,

I wonder how Blaise will find all his ingredients. Malfoy seemed upset today. Maybe he's worried about his brassy voice. I probably wouldn't. It was rainy today. Everyone said the weather was bad for quittage. I don't agree. I like the rain. I think Harry and Ron need to find more hobbies. Seamus was confusing today. I asked him if he minded passing the toadstools. And he said yes and passed them anyway. When people say "do you mind" why does everyone say "yes" if they mean no? Ginny looked upset today too. I think she hates having so many brothers. I wouldn't know. I don't have any siblings. It's quiet. But nice. Why does everyone love visiting Hogsmead? It doesn't change from year to year. I think I'm becoming addicted to butterbeer. It makes you feel warm and snuggly when it's cold. It's a good thing I'm not a house elf. Then I would be tipsy like Winky.

Dear Journal,

I feel like bloody fucking hell today; my head is pounding like a monstrous time bomb. I ordered Crabbe and Goyle to leave and take the midgets with them so I could rest in peace and gather some sanity before Snape eradicates me from the planet. I have developed an extremely clever plan to acquire the ingredients for this...project. Hopefully my two oaf minions won't screw it up with their clumsiness. I can't possible risk detention, or worse, torture. I have quittage matches to play, underclassmen to terrorize, and Mudbloods to disparage; I don't have time to spend my Saturdays scrubbing the floors like a damn house elf. Oh the humiliation; it would undermine my authority as a leader as well!

Ginny Weasley wandered aimlessly down the East Wing staircase of the third floor, seemingly unaware of her destination was completely lost in a debacle between finishing her Herbology essay and devising a new strategy for the quittage tryouts in three weeks. Accustomed to grinding swing of moving staircases, Ginny soon drifted into wondering whether her essay about dragon manure would earn a greater score than Luna's obsession with gnome spit.

If the red-headed girl was less connected with her thoughts and more focused on her immediate senses, she would have noticed that the surrounding temperature had significantly dropped and the sunlight streaming through stained glass had dwindled.

Surrounded by utter silence, Ginny was shocked into reality once more by the sound of shattering glass and furious cursing. Intrigued, the Gryffindor realized she had unknowingly taken the East staircase straight to the dungeons…Slytherin territory. However, Ginny's indefatigable curiosity to investigate triumphed over her rationality to leave.

Jogging down the dimly lit corridor, Ginny recognized that she was very near Professor Snape's office; who had she heard cursing? Surely not Snape? He didn't really seem the type, but then again…

"Damn Blaise and his bloody fucking potion!"

Ooooh well, I don't think that's Snape, Ginny thought, her nose twitching in anticipation.

She peered cautiously into the barred window of Snape's private pantry and gasped at what she saw.

A livid Draco Malfoy wearing a set of shredded black robes, stained with something that looked revoltingly like blood, a cracked vial on the floor, and a very unpleasant looking black cat with lethal claws.

"Stay away, you evil thing" cried the blond wizard struggling to pull his wand from his robes as the cat glared at him with malicious yellow eyes.

The black cat hissed and trotted away from Draco Malfoy stalked towards the door, drawing attention to her hiding spot. Suddenly Ginny was staring into a pair of very angry looking grey eyes, "Weaselette!"

Ginny panicked, wondering whether she should confront Malfoy or make a run for it. Though characteristically un-Gryffindor-like, the redhead sprinted from Snape's pantry as fast as her legs could carry her.

A few moments later Ginny felt a rush of jubilance and relief as she saw the staircase she had originally taken waiting for her return. But alas, as soon as her hands clutched the railing protectively, it swung violently to the right and she toppled off the stone steps and crumpled on the floor.

Sharp footsteps echoed nearby and Ginny registered a streak of fear among the pain from her fall. Frantically searching for another way out, the Gryffindor found none; she was doomed, Draco Malfoy was going to Avada Kedavra her and she would be buried in the Forbidden Forest. How many people would come to her funeral? Who would cry if she died? Could she come back as a ghost and haunt Draco Malfoy forever? Would she have to live in a bathroom like Moaning Myrtle?

"Miss Weasley!"

Ginny jumped in surprise and ironically felt relieved to see the billowing black robes of Professor Snape, even though his expression suggested otherwise.

"What are you doing here? Go to your own dormitory!" He snapped, looking even more furious and sour than usual.

Ginny gasped as the yellow-eyed black cat appeared behind the cantankerous Potion's Master.

"That cat!" She cried pointing.

Snape's hollow black eyes narrowed suspiciously, "You've seen this cat before?"

"N-no…I mean yes…"

Ginny's original apprehension suddenly spiked into a full blown panic attack; her palms were sweating profusely and her nose twitched incessantly. Would Snape drag her off to the Headmaster? Would she be suspended by the ceiling by her thumbs, Filch style? A swarm of possibilities crowded her imagination as Snape's dreadful stare sent chills down her spine.

Amongst all this tension, Ginny seemed to forget her total innocence in the Draco Malfoy matter and prepared for the worst from the slimy potions master.

"Miss Weasley, I believe I told you to go back to your own dormitory or do you have ears of stone like your babbling buffoon brother?"

Though Ginny was indeed furious for Ron for refusing to support her tryout of the Gryffindor quittage team, she couldn't deny her Weasley patronage and proceeded to send back a nasty retort when the pug-like face of Pansy Parkinson popped out of nowhere.

"Angelica! My darling angel, why did you run away from Mommy?" Seemingly completely unaware of Snape and Ginny, Pansy Parkinson scooped up the nasty black cat and scurried off while its howls echoed down the hall.

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