A/N Thanx for the reviews! Lovely...I got reviews.....I got reviews!! I
kinda wanted to continue anyway....so here it is...if it's not as good, I
apologize. About the angst....it's a bit sad; I don't think it will be
centered on that. Don't worry. And I decided to switch the POV for this
chapter. Is this bad?
Legend:
"Text" = words
'Text' = thought
*Text* = dreams
Disclaimer: Setting, characters, classes, all that stuff is NOT MINE! It belongs to the bloody rich J.K.Rowling. (I'm not British...I like British sayings like "Bloody Hell" and all.....heh heh heh....)
Ginny blinked repeatedly. Why had she acted like that? She certainly did NOT have a crush on the idiotic git.
Virginia had caught a glimpse of Malfoy's smirk as he had left. She mocked it as she picked up her book and sling her pack over her shoulder. She stood up and it clicked. 'So if he thinks I like him, and I don't, then I can make a fool of him,' she thought slyly. 'Revenge might be fun.'
She walked out of the Hall, embellishing on this. 'So I pretend like I'm hopelessly in love with him,' she thought with an uncharacteristically sadistic grin, 'Then I deny it in front of twenty, no, thirty classmates.'
A flash of red ahead of her in the corridor told her that her brother was coming. "Hello, Ron, how are you today?" She smiled at him.
"He's not tutoring you," Ron growled when he had stopped in front of her. "That bloody prat will NOT tutor you." Ginny crossed her arms.
"No," Ginny said, "I'm tutoring him. Who told you that?"
"That's what I meant," Ron said angrily. "You're not tutoring him. He'll hurt you. Or make a move on you. Or both."
"Ron." Ginny grabbed his shoulders and shook them. "I am fifteen years old. I am not your little sister anymore. Get that through your thick skull! I can handle myself!" She let go and Ron looked startled. "The only problem I would have is me actually liking him and you getting in the way!" Ginny was shaking with suppressed rage. "I've never had a boyfriend because of you! You scare them all away! So get out of my personal life and stay out!" She stormed off to the Gryffindor common room.
Ginny's sadness from at least three years spilled out in a wave of tears and sobs. She ran up to her dormitory and threw herself on her bed. She wept into her pillow for an hour. 'It's not fair,' she said to herself as she quieted down. Now tears only streamed silently down her face. 'Ron has kept me from ever loving or being loved in return. No one dares to because of him.' Anguish and fear surrounded her and kept her from willed motion. Her sobs returned and she wildly cried herself to sleep.
She woke up in darkness. She had slept through three classes, at least! Her clock told her it was only 7:30. She grabbed her schedule. Ginny had missed, let's see, Charms, Transfiguration, and Divination. She wiped her eyes and charmed them to not be red, and ran down to Professor McGonagal's office.
"Professor?" she asked, opening the door a few inches, "May I speak with you?"
"Of course, Miss Weasly, come in." Ginny did and sat down in the chair in front of McGonagal's desk.
"Professor, I would like to apologize for missing your class today. I was very distraught, and I fell asleep."
"I see." The professor looked intently at Ginny, making her feel uncomfortable. "I'll let you off with a warning, Virginia, but do not let it happen again."
"Yes, and thank you, Professor," Ginny said, avoiding her gaze.
"Which classes did you miss other than mine?" She pulled out a quill and held it, poised on a piece of parchment. "I will write a letter of excuse to the professors."
"Oh, um, Charms, and Divination." Professor McGonagall blinked, staring at the paper.
"I see," she said again, and quickly scribbled out a note. She multiplied it and threw them into the fire. Ginny took no notice. Professor McGonagall's fire was enchanted with the same spell for Floo Powder and short-distance communication. She imagined the letters would show in their respective places.
"Now hurry along," McGonagall said. Ginny stood up. "And Virginia," Ginny turned, "If you need me, as, as a counselor, or something of the like--"
"I'll ask." Ginny smiled at her teacher and walked out.
Ginny's stomach led her to the Great Hall, and she reluctantly entered. She sat down by herself, cursing her brother silently, and ate a quick meal. The hall was almost empty, and the candles had dimmed.
Draco Malfoy sat down again in front of her. "Bug off," she whispered.
"I needed to speak with you." Malfoy's voice had lost his silkiness, and the way he spoke revealed a slight twinge of fear. Ginny looked up and saw his silver-blond hair mussed, and a few streaks of red down his face. He was clutching a piece of parchment, and it was crumpled under the force of his fist. He looked in pain.
"Malfoy, are you okay?" Ginny asked and gave him a quizzical glance.
Malfoy avoided her eyes and rubbed his eye as he said, "Yes, just got the bad end of one of Neville's blunders." His voice was strained, and he sounded choked.
"Liar," she whispered. She grabbed the piece of parchment before he could stop her, and he did try. Her breath caught as she took in the note he had received at lunch. "The Dark Mark," she whispered. She looked at Malfoy again, her eyes reflecting his fear. "What's this from?" She tried to make her voice demanding, but it looked as if the boy would crumble if she was anything more than soft.
"My father," he choked out. "You may still think of me as the next Death Eater, but I'm not. I, I refused to join the Dark Lord." He looked shocked at what he had blurted, and Ginny's eyes widened.
"Do you need someone to talk to about it?" she asked quietly. All her plans for disgracing him faded from her mind. He shook his head forcefully.
"It's bad enough that you have to tutor me, I don't want people to talk."
"Why? Because I'm not good enough to be associated with you?" Her voice had risen and anger returned.
"No." Draco said it forcefully, and looked Ginny straight in the eyes. "Because you'd get a bad reputation."
"Fine." Ginny said, standing up. Her knees felt weak and she sat back down. She blinked repeatedly, staring at the table. 'What's that mean?' she asked herself woozily. 'It couldn't be, and it's not, Malfoy.' She grabbed her pumpkin juice and took a sip.
"Are you okay?" Malfoy asked. She nodded and looked into her juice. It was purple.
"Taste this; tell me if it's odd." She held it out to him, only half aware of what she was doing. He looked at her peculiarly but took a sip from the other side.
"It tastes fine." Malfoy looked her over, a tad concerned. She stood up, and suddenly Ginny felt extremely light. She felt consciousness slip away and fainted.
She was barely aware of being carried somewhere. Her eyes opened a sliver and she saw silver-blonde hair and icy blue yes. Then she slept again.
A/N: Is it the end? What of this odd purple juice? Will our Heroine die? What does Draco think of this? Join us next time on: The Reversus Curse. *The previous program is sponsored in part by: REVIEWS!!*
NOTE: The actual curse will be made clear later. Sorry if the title doesn't fit yet. I tried to make it a bit more Angst-y, because the Romance hasn't shown up completely yet. It will.
I picture Draco's eyes blue, and sometimes gray. If there's any evidence in the books I have overlooked that states their exact color, PLEASE TELL ME!
Legend:
"Text" = words
'Text' = thought
*Text* = dreams
Disclaimer: Setting, characters, classes, all that stuff is NOT MINE! It belongs to the bloody rich J.K.Rowling. (I'm not British...I like British sayings like "Bloody Hell" and all.....heh heh heh....)
Ginny blinked repeatedly. Why had she acted like that? She certainly did NOT have a crush on the idiotic git.
Virginia had caught a glimpse of Malfoy's smirk as he had left. She mocked it as she picked up her book and sling her pack over her shoulder. She stood up and it clicked. 'So if he thinks I like him, and I don't, then I can make a fool of him,' she thought slyly. 'Revenge might be fun.'
She walked out of the Hall, embellishing on this. 'So I pretend like I'm hopelessly in love with him,' she thought with an uncharacteristically sadistic grin, 'Then I deny it in front of twenty, no, thirty classmates.'
A flash of red ahead of her in the corridor told her that her brother was coming. "Hello, Ron, how are you today?" She smiled at him.
"He's not tutoring you," Ron growled when he had stopped in front of her. "That bloody prat will NOT tutor you." Ginny crossed her arms.
"No," Ginny said, "I'm tutoring him. Who told you that?"
"That's what I meant," Ron said angrily. "You're not tutoring him. He'll hurt you. Or make a move on you. Or both."
"Ron." Ginny grabbed his shoulders and shook them. "I am fifteen years old. I am not your little sister anymore. Get that through your thick skull! I can handle myself!" She let go and Ron looked startled. "The only problem I would have is me actually liking him and you getting in the way!" Ginny was shaking with suppressed rage. "I've never had a boyfriend because of you! You scare them all away! So get out of my personal life and stay out!" She stormed off to the Gryffindor common room.
Ginny's sadness from at least three years spilled out in a wave of tears and sobs. She ran up to her dormitory and threw herself on her bed. She wept into her pillow for an hour. 'It's not fair,' she said to herself as she quieted down. Now tears only streamed silently down her face. 'Ron has kept me from ever loving or being loved in return. No one dares to because of him.' Anguish and fear surrounded her and kept her from willed motion. Her sobs returned and she wildly cried herself to sleep.
She woke up in darkness. She had slept through three classes, at least! Her clock told her it was only 7:30. She grabbed her schedule. Ginny had missed, let's see, Charms, Transfiguration, and Divination. She wiped her eyes and charmed them to not be red, and ran down to Professor McGonagal's office.
"Professor?" she asked, opening the door a few inches, "May I speak with you?"
"Of course, Miss Weasly, come in." Ginny did and sat down in the chair in front of McGonagal's desk.
"Professor, I would like to apologize for missing your class today. I was very distraught, and I fell asleep."
"I see." The professor looked intently at Ginny, making her feel uncomfortable. "I'll let you off with a warning, Virginia, but do not let it happen again."
"Yes, and thank you, Professor," Ginny said, avoiding her gaze.
"Which classes did you miss other than mine?" She pulled out a quill and held it, poised on a piece of parchment. "I will write a letter of excuse to the professors."
"Oh, um, Charms, and Divination." Professor McGonagall blinked, staring at the paper.
"I see," she said again, and quickly scribbled out a note. She multiplied it and threw them into the fire. Ginny took no notice. Professor McGonagall's fire was enchanted with the same spell for Floo Powder and short-distance communication. She imagined the letters would show in their respective places.
"Now hurry along," McGonagall said. Ginny stood up. "And Virginia," Ginny turned, "If you need me, as, as a counselor, or something of the like--"
"I'll ask." Ginny smiled at her teacher and walked out.
Ginny's stomach led her to the Great Hall, and she reluctantly entered. She sat down by herself, cursing her brother silently, and ate a quick meal. The hall was almost empty, and the candles had dimmed.
Draco Malfoy sat down again in front of her. "Bug off," she whispered.
"I needed to speak with you." Malfoy's voice had lost his silkiness, and the way he spoke revealed a slight twinge of fear. Ginny looked up and saw his silver-blond hair mussed, and a few streaks of red down his face. He was clutching a piece of parchment, and it was crumpled under the force of his fist. He looked in pain.
"Malfoy, are you okay?" Ginny asked and gave him a quizzical glance.
Malfoy avoided her eyes and rubbed his eye as he said, "Yes, just got the bad end of one of Neville's blunders." His voice was strained, and he sounded choked.
"Liar," she whispered. She grabbed the piece of parchment before he could stop her, and he did try. Her breath caught as she took in the note he had received at lunch. "The Dark Mark," she whispered. She looked at Malfoy again, her eyes reflecting his fear. "What's this from?" She tried to make her voice demanding, but it looked as if the boy would crumble if she was anything more than soft.
"My father," he choked out. "You may still think of me as the next Death Eater, but I'm not. I, I refused to join the Dark Lord." He looked shocked at what he had blurted, and Ginny's eyes widened.
"Do you need someone to talk to about it?" she asked quietly. All her plans for disgracing him faded from her mind. He shook his head forcefully.
"It's bad enough that you have to tutor me, I don't want people to talk."
"Why? Because I'm not good enough to be associated with you?" Her voice had risen and anger returned.
"No." Draco said it forcefully, and looked Ginny straight in the eyes. "Because you'd get a bad reputation."
"Fine." Ginny said, standing up. Her knees felt weak and she sat back down. She blinked repeatedly, staring at the table. 'What's that mean?' she asked herself woozily. 'It couldn't be, and it's not, Malfoy.' She grabbed her pumpkin juice and took a sip.
"Are you okay?" Malfoy asked. She nodded and looked into her juice. It was purple.
"Taste this; tell me if it's odd." She held it out to him, only half aware of what she was doing. He looked at her peculiarly but took a sip from the other side.
"It tastes fine." Malfoy looked her over, a tad concerned. She stood up, and suddenly Ginny felt extremely light. She felt consciousness slip away and fainted.
She was barely aware of being carried somewhere. Her eyes opened a sliver and she saw silver-blonde hair and icy blue yes. Then she slept again.
A/N: Is it the end? What of this odd purple juice? Will our Heroine die? What does Draco think of this? Join us next time on: The Reversus Curse. *The previous program is sponsored in part by: REVIEWS!!*
NOTE: The actual curse will be made clear later. Sorry if the title doesn't fit yet. I tried to make it a bit more Angst-y, because the Romance hasn't shown up completely yet. It will.
I picture Draco's eyes blue, and sometimes gray. If there's any evidence in the books I have overlooked that states their exact color, PLEASE TELL ME!