Everyone was very excited when it was let slip that another Hogsmeade trip would be taking place that weekend. Fred and George were planning to buy more jokes equipment for their 'warehouse'. Ginny wanted to see the new Memorial Park, to Henry Hogglesworth, who was a magical inventor, and had invented many things to this day. Amelia wanted to look at the sweet shop and the pets, she was especially fond of animals. Hermione wanted to look in the bookstore. Ron... well... Ron didn't really know what he wanted to do, but he was going to tag along with Hermione anyway. Harry was going to stay at school, he needed to catch up on Potions homework that he hadn't done.
Thursday and Friday were wished, and wished again, to go away quickly so that everyone could go somewhere other than the maze-like corridors of Hogwarts.
But Ginny did not wish for that, even though she still wanted to go. What she really wanted was to take Draco to Maya's cottage, to show him of the evil doings. He was sure to comply, well, she hoped so. It seemed dangerous, but if Ginny and Amelia could do it, then so could Ginny and Draco.
She had another Divination lesson today. She was starting to dislike being treated better than the other students, just because she could See things other people couldn't. Harry and Ron were getting a bit tired of it too, she suspected. Parvati and Lavender didn't really mind. It seemed, to Ginny, that girls had the better touch with Divine power.
She stomped down the corridor with her bag slung over her back, when someone stuck their foot out andd she tripped over. Luckily, there were only a few people in the place. She only got a few giggles. Also luckily, her bag was done up tight (there were more than a few books in there) and it didn't break or spill its contents.
"Hi, Ginny." A seductive voice flowed. "Did you have a nice trip? See you next fall..."
"Thanks, Pansy." Ginny spat, her teeth clenched. "That's a really corny statement, too. We don't live in America, we live in England. Eng-land."
"What've you got now?" Pansy asked curiously, moving around to try and get Ginny to look at her. Some of her friends fidgeted and picked at their nailpolish.
"Divination." Ginny said, looking away from the girl.
"Ohh, I've got Herbology. With Draco." Pansy purred.
Ginny's head snapped up. "Ahh. So that's why you wanted to talk to me, let alone trip me up."
"Clever little thing, aren't we?" Pansy smirked. "I've claimed him. He's mine, not yours."
"Just because you have an tag on your flea collar doesn't mean he has to." Ginny said, fast and sharp.
"Funny, funny." Pansy said, then walked off with her gaggle of friends, some of them looking over their shoulders and throwing her mean looks.
Ginny checked her watch and sighed. She was late for Divination, again. She hurried off to her class.
"Good afternoon, Ginny." Professor Trelawney softly said, although it was morning. "Of course, I know why you are late today, and you are very right, it was none of your fault. Today we are studying ... coercing."
She went and sat down with Parvati and Lavender, who were, in turn, trying to make each other hit herself over the head.
"This is frustrating." Lavender said, rubbing her head where she had just hit. "I'll be bruised by the end of the lesson."
"You're stronger than you think you are, Lav." Ginny said.
"How's about I make you eat a page of your book?" Parvati grinned evilly.
"Er, no thanks." Lavender giggled.
"You guys are insane. Give me a try." Ginny said, laughing along with them.
"Okay." Parvati and Lavender said.
"Alriiiight... I'll..." Ginny put her finger on her chin in a mock thinking position. "I know! I'll make Dean act like a rooster!!"
Parvati and Lavander stared at her blankly. "You won't do that."
"Watch me."
She flipped to the right page of her book, and read. Soon, she was ready for the coercion.
Ginny took a deep breath, and focused hard on what she wanted Dean to do. She imagined him doing it, and then focused on a couple of easy incantation words.
As soon as she heard the click in her mind, Dean stood up, and looked around the class. He brought his hands to his armpits, and swung his elbows up and down. Soon, he was making the telltale noise of a chicken. Everyone began to laugh halfheartedly, knowing someone in the class did it. Ginny let go of the spell, and he went silent, his arms straight again, and sat down. He looked up at the staring faces around the class.
"Whaaaat?" He demanded.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. Ron blinked a few times and went back to what he was doing. Professor Trelawney seemed happy with whoever had done such a convincing coercion.
"That wasn't a rooster, that was a chicken." Parvati said.
"Close enough," Ginny shrugged.
"Well done." Lavender smiled.
Before they knew it, their lesson was over. Lavender was happy to see that she had no bruises. Dean walked away, puzzled, Seamus asking what the hell he was doing. Lavender clicked her fingers. Seamus shot to her side.
"Yes, my sweet?" He asked, faithfully.
"Just practising my coercion, Seamus m'dear." Lavender cooed. Seamus gave her a quick peck on the cheek before he went back to Dean.
Dinner that night was chicken casserole. Ginny saw Dean looking at it in disgust, and picking out the vegetables before eating the poultry. She laughed to herself while she dug into her meal.
Conversation was dull. They covered topics such as Dumbledore's mystery illness, McGonagall's new haircut (kind of like Ginny's, but more flared around the shoulders), and troublesome undercover detectives with evil glowing watches that emitted radiation waves. That was Ron's sudden spark of imagination for the day.
"And what's worse, guys, is that the radiation waves are programmed, or some such thing, to contact themselves with the Ayanami gene, and then it eats you alive!" Ron made a vivid flurry of movement with his hands. "Kaboom! ... And then you die."
"Oh, spare me.." Amelia muttered.
"Things like that don't happen in real life, Ronny." Hermione said.
"You never know." Ron assured her. "Maybe Draco got eaten by one and then regurgitated because he's such an arse?"
Harry looked over at Ginny, but she didn't catch the look.
"Er, I think not." Ginny said.
"I'm not eating this! This is carnage!" Dean cried in disgust. He stormed out of the Great Hall, laughter following him.
"What's he on?" Harry asked Seamus.
"My fault," Ginny said. "I made him act like a chicken in Divination. Sorry. I didn't know there were side-effects, but..."
"No, that was really convincing!" Ron exclaimed. "That's why you're in a year ahead of Divination."
"Umm... maybe." Ginny replied, flushing an impeccable shade of red.
"Stop embarrassing the poor girl," Amelia said, grinning at Ginny. "She's a demure little darling."
"Shaddup." Ginny mumbled. She yawned. "Ugggh... I'm really sleepy."
"You sound like a first year." Hermione scolded.
"Lighten up, professor," Harry said.
"Tell you what, I'm going to do a Dean and run out of here. I feel sick." Ron said. "See you guys later..." He went, with a quick wave.
It was then, that Ginny noticed Dumbeldore wasn't at the head table, as was usual. He was hardly seen around the school, and stayed to his room more often than not. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey were taking care of him. The other teachers stayed away, but gave their condolances.
"Hmm, I think I'll go too." Ginny said.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to stay here." Amelia replied. Ginny nodded, and left.
She stepped carefully down the almost-dark corridors, the firey torches flickering their light and shadows across the stoned walls. When Ginny reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she was greeted with an "Eeeeearrrgggh!" Ginny jumped, and held a hand to her heart.
"Fat Lady??" She asked, tentatively. "What's happened?"
"Ohh, Ginny, it's just you.." She said, gasping for breath. Her back was turned, so that no-one could see her face. "Call me Jacquilene, by the way."
"What's happened?" Ginny repeated.
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"Of course I won't." Ginny reassured her.
The Fat Lady slowly turned around. Ginny choked with upcoming laughter, which she hid under a cough.
"See! See what that idiot Peeves did! He's an idiot!" The Fat Lady put her hands over her face. "My face, my face..."
Peeves had come up unawares with a large black marker, Fat Lady Jacquilene explained, and drew glasses, a goatee and a moustache on her face. Two horns sat on the top of her elaborately designed hair, and a small pitchfork lay on the ground.
"How did this .. excuse me .. happen?" Ginny asked.
"I was just having a snooze beforehand, and Peeves came and drew all over me! Plus, your brother laughed his head off at me and went inside." She pouted. "Honestly, students these days..."
"Don't worry, Jacquilene, Filch'll come and clean you up tomorrow. In the meantime, borrow a mask from the masquerade painting down the second floor Transfiguration corridor. Oh yeah, and the password is ... bumblebee."
"Thanks, Ginny!" The Fat Lady called after her.
She went to her dorm, and got ready for bed.
T'has been a long time since, a while or more ago...
Everyone was hyped up when the Hogsmeade trip loomed closer. Ginny was calm about it, but inside was jumping up and down like the rest of them. Amelia was feeling a bit off, though.
"Go away." She snapped, the morning of the trip.
"No!" Ginny said. "You tell me what's wrong, now, or never, and then you'll fall into denial and then go into a comatose state and then you'll--"
"Okay, shut up." She softly said. Ginny reckoned it was to compensate for being so harsh before. "I'm just really, really tired. Y'know how it is," She added.
"Oh. Are you still going to Hogsmeade?"
"Maybe." She shrugged, and flicked a strand of blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Good. I hope you do come. Didn't you want to see the Magical Menagerie? And Honeydukes?" Ginny looked up at her mournfully.
"Hmm.." Amelia looked to the side.
"Ahhh. You're not going cause Harry's not going." Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"What?!"
"I know you like the back of my hand. You're not going because Potter's not going, and you want to spend 'quality' time with him." Ginny grinned. I am so good... she thought to herself.
Amelia made a face of shock, shook her head and (in a good deal of time) uttered a small "Yes."
"Whoohoo!" Ginny yelled, waking up Amethyst, and receiving a grumble in complaint. Amelia promptly got out of the bedcovers, stretched, and went to the bathroom before the others could hog it all morning. Vara, that was the fifth girl in their dorm, actually was inside this morning. She was sullen, as usual, and her hair was hanging over her face in black strands like limp wool.
"Morning," She greeted Ginny in the same dull tone one would use while commenting on the ways paint can dry.
"Hi Var, how's it going?" Sarah said, sing-songingly. "Gimme fiiiiive!"
"No thanks." She said. She brushed her pitch black dyed hair away from her eyes, and walked out of the dorm, fully dressed and showered, most likely going to the Astronomy Tower, where she spent most of her hours with Professor Sinistra, studying the sky and its elements. "Bye." She said, a last word, as her black folds of robe fluttered away.
"Bye, Var!" Sarah and Amethyst chirped. Ginny rolled her eyes at no-one in particular.
"Okay Sar, we need something really good to wear for the trip!" Amethyst squealed.
"Ammie, I know, we'll go to that new shop - what's it called? - oh, I don't know, but we'll go there anyway!" Sarah squealed back.
"YOUR CHIRPING IS HURTING MY HEAD. GO AWAY." Amelia said very loudly, frowning from the bathroom doorway. They sighed and went to the Common Room, still in their dressing gowns. No wonder it would cause the stir they were hoping for.
"Now that was classy." Ginny said.
"You're telling me," Amelia grinned.
Amelia, Ginny, Hermione, Lavender and Parvati wandered down the Hogsmeade main street in a group, often stopping to look in the odd shop or two. They had looked in the bookshop, the petshop, the post office (Lavender had a letter from her mother that had failed to arrive at breakfast), that new shop that Amethyst and Sarah were talking about, and they were just heading into Honeydukes when they heard a voice behind them.
"Hermione!" Ron called. "Hey, Herm--"
"We heard you the first time, Ronny." Hermione cooed. "What d'you want?"
"Come with me," He said, taking her hand. She followed him, waving back at the group with her other hand. "See you later, Gin, Mill, Pav, Lav.." And with that, Ron led Hermione away.
"Lovebirds," Parvati muttered. "Who needs 'em."
"Er ..." Lavender scratched her head, puzzled. She then smiled, and turned to Amelia. "Government officials?" They laughed, while Parvati and Ginny wondered what government officials were.
They wandered around to the Memorial Park, and Ginny gasped, mystified. The gates were large, bronze, and seemed very high. Around the top, there was a picture of glasses and a wand laid on top. Ginny drew in a sharp breath. This Henry Hogglesworth had been her idol (apart from Harry Potter, of course) since she was able to read. Every night she read a chapter of his theories in the thick textbook she borrowed from her father.
The small gaggle walked through the towering gates, and Ginny's eyes wandered to the statue of Hogglesworth himself, in a scientists' lab coat, holding out his hand in a manner of well-used knowledge. His other hand was in his pocket, a wand was tucked behind his ear, and a book was sticking out from under his arm. The sun shone off his balding head, and his glasses were deftly balanced on the tip of his nose. His disshevelled appearance was hiding his true genius. But Ginny could think of only one word to describe the spectacular scupting: magical.
"Guys, if you don't mind, I'd like to take this trip by myself." Ginny said, turning to them.
"Ohhh, this is that mad professor you're in love with." Amelia commented. She grinned sheepishly. "I wasn't paying attention, sorry."
"It's okay with us," Lavender said, and Parvati nodded. "Go ahead."
"Okay, see you later then!" Ginny said. They said goodbye, and Ginny turned back towards the statue.
"Well, Mr. Hogglesworth, I'm sure this will be a very pleasurable experience." She said. She then looked down to the plaque that was underneath the statue. "'Sir Henry Hogglesworth was a great inventor of the ...' Wait a sec, I know this," She sighed, and read the bottom passage instead. "'Feel free to shake Sir Henry Hogglesworth's hand. Have a nice day. No littering. All dogs on leashes please...'"
Ginny looked back up at the statue. It seemed to be smiling at her more than usual. She held out her hand, and touched the shiny bronze surface.
As soon as she did, the hand seemed to morph in slow motion to look like a real one. She looked up at the face of the statue, but it was still bronze. Then, back down at the hand. It looked normal. She slowly shook her hand, feeling that this was more than just a handshake with a statue. This was a real hand. How unusual.
"Hello, Ginny," A peaceful and wondered voice said inside her head.
She gasped and let go of the hand. At once, the hand turned normal. There was not another voice in her head. It must have been some kind of special charm. She shook her head, and went across the path.
"Look, mummy!" A little boy ran past to his mother, Ginny supposed, who was smelling a vivid red flower. He tugged on her dress, and as Ginny turned the corner, she heard him describing in great detail how he had wrestled a crocodile in the lake to the left.
Around the corner was the lake that the boy was talking about. There were no crocodiles, but statues of other animals hovering above the water, bouncing off each other with a small 'plonk' every now and then. It was wonderful. Small children dipped their hands in the water, and drew them out quickly.
"That water's warm!" A girl exclaimed.
"A pussycat bit meeee!" A two year old cried, before he was swept up into the arms of his father.
Ginny smiled to herself as she walked serenely down the gravel path. This place was a haven. Birds chirped in the low branches. Leaves tumbled across the edges of the path with sudden gusts of wind.
She walked down an isolated path, where the shadows played across figures and organisms. Ginny looked up through the leaves of the huge maple tree that covered the path, and suddenly felt a need to be up high. She looked to the tree, and saw two strong footholds that would help her up to the tree's gigantic limbs.
With one sneaker gripped to a break between the trunk and arm, and another gripped to the abdomen, she clambered up the old maple. Once at the top, she had a higher viewpoint of Hogsmeade, let alone the Henry Hogglesworth Memorial Park. She held a hand on her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun, and still looked around. It seemed rather ironical that a maple tree would grow in England for Ginny, as they were a species of Canada, or so she'd heard. She smiled up to the sky.
"Ohh, Harry, you're such a charmer," Someone giggled self-consciously. Ginny sat down on the branch, and peered through the leaves. It was Cho and Harry, walking slowly down the path together.
"Please, Cho. How many times?" He joked.
"No, I mean it." She said firmly.
"Er.. thanks." Harry said, sounding a bit embarrassed. Ginny could see his neck reddening, slowly, but surely.
"You're welcome." Another giggle. Cho turned around, and she was smiling seductively, batting her eyelashes.
They were both silent for a second. Harry looked about the place. Ginny was glad that she was well-hidden.
"I could've sworn we were being watched then," Harry said. "I got the funniest feeling."
"Elaborate, Mr. Potter." Cho said, linking her arm with Harry's, and walzting down the path with him. "Let's go somewhere else, if you're feeling so 'funny'." She giggled again, and led him away.
Ginny sighed. Cho annoyed her a lot, with her giggling and batting of eyelashes and flirting with the nearest boy within arm's length.
She climbed down from the tree, jumping down from the last limb, landing on one knee like the superheros in her favourite comic books. She smiled to herself, and got up, brushing the dirt and twigs off her knees.
"Ginny!" Draco said, walking to her. "What're you doing? You look all disshevelled." He picked a leaf off her shoulder delicately, and dropped it on the ground.
"Oh, I was climbing the tree. There's the best view from up there.."
"Fair enough. I saw Harry and that Chang girl walking down the road before. They were putting on quite a show. Well, China-chick was, at least." He chuckled.
"Her name's Cho," Ginny corrected, slightly annoyed. "She's my friend's cousin. I haven't really talked to her, but she seems nice."
"Not to mention obsessed with Harry."
"Why're you calling him 'Harry'? Why not 'Potter', or 'scarhead', or 'that useless old fart'?"
"'That useless old fart'?" Draco asked, raising a slim eyebrow.
"Well, I dunno. A generalization."
"Hm, well, I apologised to him and we're kind of friends now. I thought it'd be the best thing to do if we're going to defeat what's-her-name and keep the wizarding world at peace. For once, I'm glad it's me rather than Harry and the other two. A bit of spotlight, eh?" He smiled.
"Yep." She grinned and made a peace sign with her fingers. "Anyway, what're you doing?"
"Just taking a walk. Probably for the same reason you're here."
"You're a fan of Henry Hogglesworth?" Ginny asked, her eyes brightening when Draco nodded a 'yes'. "Did you shake his hand?"
"Yeah, the statue. That was weird."
"I know! I got the biggest fright." She smiled again.
"Want to keep walking?" Draco asked, offering Ginny his arm. "Be a Cho Chang and hang onto my arm."
Ginny gently took hold of his arm, but found it uncomfortable and settled for his hand instead.
"This better?" She asked.
"Of course." He replied.
They walked slowly around the grounds, speculating upon foreign plants and animals (a purple squirrell-like mammal caught Ginny's eye).
"So.. how did you apologise to Harry? I thought it was beyond your .."
"That's enough of that. After the Quidditch final I went and explained what I thought of the situation and asked him to apologise to me, but I ended up saying sorry anyway." Draco's lips curled in a thin smile.
"Good," Ginny said. "World peace for everyone."
"Tell me about the psycho lady." Draco said shortly.
"We saw her cut Professor Lupin to pieces, and she kind of explained her situation to herself. I think she's gone mad."
"What else?" Draco asked.
"Hmm... let me see... she seemed to be pretty cut up herself. She had cuts and stuff all over herself. And she was trembling too, but I read about that thing in my Divination book, it's a kind of possessive craft, where someone channels power into someone else, and they tremble with the sudden surge. It's called the Dominustarja technique."
"Sounds weird."
"Yeah."
They were silent for a while, listening to the birds chirping in the trees.
"What're we going to do about the psycho lady?" Draco suddenly asked.
"For God's sake Draco, her name's Maya Greenword." Ginny corrected. "I don't know what to do about her. She did.." Her throat clenched. "Bring upon sadness to many people, and .."
"It needs no explanation, even though I asked. I'm wanting to know how to kill this ... Maya." His eyes flashed. "How are we to annhilate her?"
"You sound like a medieval warlord, but I'll answer you anyway." Ginny held onto his hand tightly. "I've done some thinking..."
"Believe it or not." Draco grinned, looking down at her.
"Shut up. Anyway, I've been doing some thinking, and I think we might have to call on higher forces that than of right in front of our noses. Hermione can do some researching if she can, Ron can ... assist Hermione, I can use Divination powers, Harry's just destined to be a saviour of the universe and you have contacts in high places." Ginny smiled. "We have the whole gang done. Plus Amelia's got the knack for Astronomy and can align the stars so that Maya has a disadvantage when we actually do face off. We've got it made."
"Indeed you do." Draco said. "Did I mention my Transfiguration skills?"
"No... but that could work too." Ginny frowned.
"You'll get lines on your forehead if you do that." Draco pointed out.
"Thanks for the tip." Ginny said.
"Look at that-" Draco nodded towards a darker patch of trees. "That's weird. The trees are more black over there."
"Hmm." Ginny mumured.
Ginny frowned at the patch, looking into its depths, the shadows distorting and moving into each other as it went away from the path.
"That's weird." Draco stated the obvious. "Most of the trees are brighter, more happy-looking."
Ginny laughed at his description. "Oh, come on, let's not worry. I seriously can't be bothered..." And she pulled him away. They went down the path, which winded back down to the front gate.
"Do you think we should hold hands in public?" Draco asked, nervously, a corner around the gate.
"Your decision." Ginny shrugged.
"I say... give them a taste of the forbidden fruit and let them flourish with it." Draco said. His tone was humorous, but his face was serious.
"Where'd you get that from?" Ginny asked, flicking a strand of ginger hair from her eyes.
"A good book I just read. Treason Keep, by Jennifer Fallon. Give it a go." He then led her to the main gate. They both looked at the bronze statue, which seemed to wink at them as they walked by, and out the gate.
Ginny was surprised that hardly anyone really stared at them much as they walked down the shopping sidestreets of Hogsmeade, apart from Ron and Hermione who were down an alleyway for some odd reason. They both stared blankly at Ginny, then Draco, then back to Ginny as they walked by. Ginny blew a loud raspberry and skipped off, pulling Draco along with her.
"That was audacious, Gin." Draco's wisened and mocking tone reflected.
"It's rude to stare, you stickler. I thought you would've picked that one up." Ginny smiled. He wasn't being so... normal today. He seemed different. He was correcting every single wrongdoing.
He squeezed her hand as she had done to him before. "I'm not a stickler, I'm just feeling a bit weird today."
"Fair enough." Ginny shrugged again.
"Ohh, I've got to go," Draco said, in a rushed voice, looking at his watch. "I'm late for an appointment..." Draco looked, guiltily, at her.
"Okay." Ginny said, putting on a sad face. She, nevertheless, let him go, with a final kiss on the cheek.
"See you at school," She called after him. He turned around, smiled, and waved. Ginny sighed and walked the opposite way.
She walked back the way they came, stopping in a few shops. Ginny planned to go back to back to Hogwarts and do some overdue homework. She was getting a bit tired of Hogsmeade already.
"Now what, may I ask, was that about?" Ron's accusing voice asked, behind her back.
Ginny turned around. "Hi, Ron!"
"Hi." He said, looking impossibly at her.
"Why're you walking around with Draco?" Hermione inquired, popping over Ron's shoulder.
"We were in the park having a look around, and got sick of it so we were just cruising the town." Ginny said simply.
"You do realise who he is?" Hermione softly said.
"Do you?" Ginny accused.
The heart necklace Hermione had bought in Diagon Alley earlier in the year glinted a purplish colour. "Well, no," Hermione said. "But we know that he's a nasty, evil, mean ..."
"...Or not," Ginny cut in. "Why do people see him like this? He's not like that all the time! Maybe sometime he's nice, you don't know! He isn't completely evil, he's just got a family of Dark wizards and no-one listens to his opinions!" She spat.
"All I know is, he called me names my whole Hogwarts life and I don't appreciate him for that." Hermione said. "I'm not going to forgive him easily either. He's been horrible to your whole family, and you two end up walking down the street like ... like ... like a couple of lovebirds."
"Yeah." Ron chimed in. "With a Slytherin, too."
"And you guys go sneaking behind everyone's backs and expect no criticism? Please." And with that Ginny stalked off, powered by her sudden anger, leaving Ron and Hermione to look at her retreating back.
At breakfast the next day, Ron and Hermione were acting normally with Ginny, as she was doing with them. They wanted to keep the peace, she supposed. She played along with it, but still loathed their ways of hating someone for their actions and not their actual spirit.
During the time between a piece of toast and a fresh goblet of pumpkin juice (thankfully not spiked this time), Pansy Parkinson spoke loudly.
"Ohhhh," She cooed, softly, but still loud enough for most of the people on Slytherin table to hear. "Did you see Draco and Ginny on the Hogsmeade trip, Sharleen?" A giggle followed. "They were acting like two lovesick cats! Tee-hee-hee..."
A murmur down the Slytherin table set off the Hufflepuff table, which passed down onto the Ravenclaw table, which then went to the Gryffindors. Ginny felt her cheeks prickle with oncoming redness. She looked over to Draco. He turned around to her, and shrugged.
Forbidden fruit, a small voice said in her head.
She grinned at the people who were staring at her and nodded. Harry smiled at her, and she looked meaningfully at him. He nodded also.
"Ginny and Draco got tattoos of each others' names on their arses!" A Hufflepuff yelled to the rest of his table.
"Cooke!" Snape yelled from his seat at head table. "Detention! No swearing!"
Ginny smiled to herself. Pansy wanted to destroy, or take over.
"Defeated, Pansy." Ginny saw Draco say to the fuming girl.
Chuckling to herself, Ginny continued with her toast. Amelia looked at her.
"I admire your courage." She said in an undertone.
"Me too." Ginny looked up at her, and they shared a laugh.
-To be continued...-
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Author's Note:
Oooooh, I wrote the ending while watching Jerry Springer. That explains the yelling and rumours and ... yelling ... er, yeah. FYI, today's Jerry title is 'Two-timers tell the truth'. Funny. Anyway, I thought you guys needed a nice happy, fluffy ficcle before... well, I'm not going to tell you. Oooh, look a brawl! *stamps foot on ground, begins chanting 'Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!'* Ahem, excuse me. Hope you liked this. It took a small amount of time to write, seeing as it isn't really all that important to the series. It's like one of those fill-in episodes, like the seaside one DiC cut from the first Sailormoon season. Oh well. ^_^ And if you're a responsible reader, you'll review, too!