Chapter 2:
Unexpected
About half an hour later Ginny awoke
to find herself lying on a desk. She had a headache, and at first couldn't
remember what happened but then it hit her. She remembered arguing with
Draco.She sat up slowly, her head aching so much she felt a wave of dizziness
wash through her body.
"Well, if it isn't
sleeping beauty waking up from her beauty nap," said Malfoy sneering.
"Bite me Malfoy,"
she growled.
"Someone's a little
grumpy."
"That's it, I am getting
out of here," she said hopping off the desk. She grabbed her book bag and
walked to the door. It burst open and she walked out. She stormed off towards
Gryffindor Tower, somehow never reaching it. After about 15 minutes Ginny ran
head long into someone.
"Hello
Ms.Weasley,"came the familiar voice of Professor Dumbledore.
"Uh, hello
Professor."
"Aren't you supposed
to be in detention? Oh well, it doesn't matter. Come along Ms. Weasley."
Ginny was extremely nervous. She had
never been to the headmaster's office, and she knew going there could be really
bad. Was he going to expel her for skipping out early on detention? What was he
going to do to her? By the time they
reached the stone gargoyle, Ginny was terrified. She couldn't help but smile
though when she heard Dumbledore say the password, which was canary creams.
They walked up to Dumbledore's office, and sure enough Malfoy was waiting
there. He didn't look too pleased about it either.
"Look professor, its
all her fault," stated Malfoy.
"How is it all my
fault?"
"You were the one
who broke down the door."
"You were the one
who provoked me."
"You were the one to
have passed out."
"You were the one to
have started our first fight in potions."
"You were the one
who slapped me first if my memory serves me correctly."
"It doesn't. And you
shouldn't have said all those things about my family."
"Now whos the one
talking? You have insulted my family also. Calling my father a death eater."
"Well, it's the
truth."
"Children, children
calm down. No one is pointing any fingers," said Dumbledore with amusement
noticeable in his voice. "Ms. Weasley, what exactly happened to make you pass
out?"
"I don't know sir. I
can't really remember it much."
"Can you at least
try? What made you scream out? Were you in pain?"
Suddenly Ginny's face contorted in
horror and she fell back into the chair behind her in shock. "Oh My God." Tears
welled up in Ginny's eyes, and fell down her face freely. She muttered
something that sounded like, "Why?"
"What happened
Genevieve?" he asked softly, but kindly.
"Genevieve?" Malfoy
asked confused.
"Yes, Genevieve
Mr.Malfoy. That IS her name. Now Genevieve what happened?"
"I have got to go
Professor. I have to find him."
"Genevieve you will
NOT go anywhere until you explain what happened in that room."
"Professor, I
c..can't. You don't understand. I HAVE to find him."
"Find who
Ms.Weasley."
"You don't
understand. I HAVE to go find him."
"You will not be
allowed to leave this castle until you explain tings to me. You will not be
able to, so I would suggest explain tings young lady so I can take these spell
off. I don't like doing this Genevieve. It is for your own safety, and for
others safety also."
Ginny got up hurriedly and ran out of
Dumbledore's office. "Can I go now professor?"
"Yes, Draco you
may." Draco left the office, but his mind was still back there. That was
really odd, he thought. I wonder what happened to Ginny. Ginny? Why am I
calling her that now? He thought about her fiery red hair and how she was
so much like it. Filled with a little flame of fire. That's what she reminded
him of. Fire. Her soul, her personality. Why can't I stop thinking of her?
He didn't realize where he was going and suddenly he saw a
little figure curled into a little ball sitting on a bench in the hall. He
noticed at that instant the fiery hair. It was Ginny. He could here her crying.
He walked over to the bench and sat down next to her. She looked up but then
looked away quickly. "What do you want?" she asked coldly. He lifted her head
to look into her dark blue eyes.
His hands are so cold, thought Ginny. She shivered at the coldness of his hands on her
face. "What are you doing?" she asked softly looking into his silvery grey
eyes.
"I don't know," he
admitted. " I don't know at all."
