It's been awhile but! An update! I worked this summer as a camp counselor so any free time I had was devoted to extra sleep and showering. I hope to update again sooner rather than later. Enjoy.
P.s. I have said it before, I will say it again, I own nothing.
"Ginny how is your Sleeping Draught done already?" Cora asked, staring at her cauldron in frustration. The girls sat at their table in the Potions classroom, working on their assignment of the day. As second years, the Sleeping Draught was the first advanced potion Professor Snape assigned them.
"You forgot the powdered asphodel petals. You need a sprinkle of it with the essence of nettle." Ginny pointed to the steps written at the front of the classroom. Cora frowned slightly and mumbled thank you, adding the ingredients.
"Excellent Miss Weasley." Professor Snape's voice came from behind. Ginny looked up at the greasy haired professor, beaming.
"Thank you Professor."
Snape smiled slightly, nodding his head. "Five points for Gryffindor," he said, before walking over to Colin Creevey's table, where an alarming amount of smoke was coming from his cauldron.
"Only you ever get us house points in that class Ginny." Tallie observed later as they left the dungeons.
Ginny shrugged, shifting her pure black dragonskin shoulder bag. Made from the Japanese Golden Dragon, she had picked it up in Paris with Narcissa during the summer. Ginny liked the subtle golden sheen that shone from the black hide.
"It's true Ginny. The only other people to ever earn even a hint of approval from Snape are people from his house, and that's still arare thing." Cora said. The trio entered the Great Hall for lunch, and headed over to Gryffindor's table.
Already seated and looking intently at a textbook was Hermione Granger. Ginny stiffed a giggle at the older girl's appearance; her curly brown hair was sticking out in every direction, and there were a few mysterious dark stains on her crimson sweater. Despite her appearance, know it all tendencies, and lack of Quidditch knowledge, Ginny rather liked Hermione.
She took the empty spot on the bench beside her, Tallie and Cora following suit.
"Studying hard as always Hermione?" Ginny cheerfully asked, grabbing an apple from the basket in front of them.
The brunette looked up from her textbook, smiling.
"Actually, I find the history of the Magical Law Encounters of 1116 rather fascinating."
Ginny shuddered. "If I didn't know you were being sarcastic right now I'd be concerned."
Laughing, Hermione shut her book. "Don't tell your brother and Harry, but I find Professor Binns just as dull as they do. It's just that as a Muggleborn, I really find it interesting to compare magical history to the history that was taught to me in school growing up."
"I never would've guessed you were Muggleborn." Cora took a dainty bite from her sandwich. Having grown up as the only daughter of an older Pureblood society couple, Cora, like Ginny, unconsciously did everything with poise and grace.
"Because of my grades?" Hermione asked.
Cora shook her head. "No, your things. Most Muggleborns tend to not care much about magical material things. A robe is a robe to them. A book a book, used or not. Your things, though not exactly high end, aren't poor."
Ginny resisted rolling her eyes at Cora's observations, however true they might be. Talking about money never felt comfortable.
"Oh," Hermione said, clearly taken back.
Before anything else could be said, Ron and Harry noisily sat down across from the girls, chatting about the upcoming Quidditch game against Slytherin.
Ginny tuned out the conversation, until she heard Draco's name mentioned. They still weren't as close as they used to be. Despite the time spent together over every holiday and the occasional trips that Narcissa pulled them out of class for, rarely did Ginny see Draco in school alone.
"… Malfoy." Ron said.
"What about Draco?" Ginny asked, curious.
"You probably don't want to know Ginny." Harry said softly, looking at her kindly through his round glasses.
"Speaking of Malfoy…" Tallie nodded in the direction of Slytherin's table. Sitting with her ugly too short haircut head pressed against Draco's shoulder was Pansy Parkinson. They could hear her giggle from across the Great Hall.
"Someone spare that girl some subtleness." Cora said, wrinkling her nose.
"She wouldn't know what to do with it." Tallie replied, looking away.
Ginny remained silent.
Pansy could cuddle up to Draco all she wanted. Bonded or not, Ginny decided at the start of the school year she wasn't going to waste her energy being jealous or saddened by the distance in her friendship with Draco.
If he wanted to speak to her, he knew where to go. Her routine most days consisted of at least one hour at the library to do her hardest homework, usually with Hermione next to her. Tallie and Cora sometimes joined them. Ginny liked to nap before dinner, and then she would sneak off alone when the weather was agreeable to fly around the school grounds.
Flying helped quiet her mind, and gave her a sense of calm. She flew solo a lot the past summer at Malfoy Manor. Secretly Ginny also flew to practice, so eventually she could try out for the Gryffindor team, and win the cup, preferably against Slytherin.. and Draco..
"Ginny?" Tallie's voice startled the red head, lost in her daydream. The Great Hall's dinner rush had ended, and all around them students were leaving, heading to their common rooms, or the library.
"Cora and I are going to the common room, are you coming?"
"Let's go." Ginny stood up and followed her friends, forcing her thoughts away from Draco and instead of on the Charms essay she needed to still write for tomorrow.