A/N: It's going to get dark, VERY dark. Okay, maybe not THAT dark, but it'll have a couple of 'dark' moments. I think it's all about how you look at it. My friend Abbers, whom I haven't seen in four years, told me I was sick, but I'm not! It's only mentions...Have I said to much? (No, it's NOT what you're thinking!)
Chapter 10- Return to Hogwarts
The next morning, my alarm clock went off at seven thirty. I was already up, however, because all of the girls in our dorm had a sort of tradition.
We woke up at six thirty on the first day of school, and we chose whose things we were going to unpack. Then, we would unpack their stuff, arrange their boxes, make up, perfume, or what ever else they had on their dresser.
Today, I got Dee, Dee had Miranda, Miranda had Lizzy, Lizzy had Tammy, and Tammy had me. Tammy was in the middle of putting my picture of Harry between some candles when Lizzy called, "So what are you doing, Ginny?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, putting D's violin case in between her bed and dresser.
"I mean, are you being a student-teacher or anything?"
"Oh yeah, I am. I'm helping Madam Pomfrey." They giggled. "What?"
"You just want to see Harry!" I shook my head in disbelief.
"He's my boyfriend guys, I can see him when ever I want. Not to mention in Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
At seven forty-five, I headed down to the common room, where most people were either sitting in the chairs or climbing out of the portrait hole. Ron, Hermione, and Harry were starting to climb out and go to breakfast. I left them their privacy and walked with Dee and Tamara.
"Why aren't you walking with Harry?" Dee asked.
"Well, he has friends too, and he deserves his privacy." We were silent, and so were Hermione, Ron, and Harry.
I was lost in thought the whole day. I didn't even noticed what I ate for breakfast. When Professor McGonagall came to talk to us about our new jobs, I barely listened. All I found out was to go to Madam Pomfrey's office near the hospital wing after dinner. If she called for me, I was excused from class, and the same went for Hermione, Harry, and Neville.
I walked down to Herbology with Dee, Tamara, and Lizzy. Flitwick had kept Miranda in. Professor Sprout was ill, so she was in the Hospital Wing, and Neville was to be our substitute. He greeted us as we walked into the greenhouse.
There was no doubt that Neville was a good teacher. He wasn't sure what we were to call him, but he said if you wanted to call him Professor Longbottom, that was all right, but you could call him Neville too.
It went by so quickly that I didn't even realize we were on our way to Potions.
Draco Malfoy was Snape's student-teacher. He was just as mean and bossy as Snape, and he picked on Colin Creevy the most. I felt bad for Colin. It wasn't easy being teased by the person who beat you up in fourth year.
As soon as Potions was over, it was time for lunch. I ate slowly, and sat alone. Harry was helping Fred move some boxes into his new classroom and didn't eat lunch when I did.
Next, I had History of Magic with Professor Binns. I almost fell asleep, I mean, it was a whole hour and a half of non-stop talking.
After that I had Transfiguration, but I was called away in the middle by Madam Pomfrey.
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"You called, Madam Pomfrey?" I asked, knocking on her office door.
"Yes, Ginny. I need you to look after Mr. Malfoy over there. Have you had any training in treating Boiling Potions?"
"Well, no ma'am, but my mum taught me how when I was ten. Fred poured it over Percey's head when he told off Fred for bothering him."
"Well, that will do for now. I will need you to come by on Saturday so that I can train you up a bit. For right now, I will need you to treat Mr. Malfoy. He is in bed number four."
"Madam Pomfrey, where is the vial? Of the paste, I mean. If you don't have any though, I can make some." I offered.
"No, no, it's alright. I have some on that large shelf over there." She pointed behind her. "It's full of potions and pastes and other things."
"Thank you," I said politely, and I walked over to the shelf. "Bubble breath, Frog's toes, Lizard guts…Where is it? Aha! Insect and spider leg paste."
Okay, now I know your thinking, Bring on the bat wings! But I'm sorry to say that we are not that kind of witches. What we use is strictly for our own purposes.
I walked over to Malfoy's bed, and got a wooden slate out of his bedside cabinet. I used a wooden slab that looked like a muggle paintbrush. It was big at the top, and a handle at the bottom. I poured some of the paste onto the slate and used the slab (I know, it might sound confusing, but it's really not) to spread it around.
I turned to look at Malfoy, who was watching me closely. He was covered in boils and (what looked like pimples) little bumps.
"Listen up, Malfoy." I said sharply. "I'm going to put this on your face or wherever you got that junk on you. It will probably sting, but the boils will go away. So where did it get you?"
"My face, my arms, and my legs." Why was he being so cooperative? Was it just that the boils hurt and he wanted them gone?
"Okay, like I said before, this might sting a little bit, but the boils will go away in about five minutes. I'll smear this on your legs and arms and I won't wash it off until it's been sitting there for a few minutes." He nodded. I took some of the paste off of the end of the slab and rubbed it on his face. He winced, so I said, "Sorry Malfoy, I said it would hurt." I put more on his face until it looked like he was wearing that green stuff muggle girls put on. It wasn't green, though.
I got some more, and rubbed it onto his arms and legs.
"I'll be back in five minutes. Don't move, or that will come off." I closed the curtains to save him the embarrassment of being seen like that, and walked off to put the vial back.
After I had cleaned the slate and slab, I got a wet rag and took everything back to Malfoy's bed.
I opened the curtains and put the slab and slate back. I filled the bowel with water and put the rag in it. I took the cloth over to Malfoy and started to wash his face.
He flinched when I was rubbing his nose, and I laughed.
"What, you think when I'm in pain, it's funny?" He growled.
"No," I said. "What I think is funny, is how cute you look when you have this paste all over your face. I think you should wear it more often, girls might actually want to go out with you."
"Oho, and they don't now?"
"No. You're too vicious. When someone gets hurt, you're right there to make fun of them. Honestly, you'd make fun of a dying Slytherin. You just need to lighten up. People have feelings, you know. We weren't placed on this earth so you could bother us." I started cleaning his right arm.
"It's not my fault. My father always taught me all of that."
"Did it ever once occur to you that maybe your father is wrong? You weren't born to do his bidding. Your what, seventeen, eighteen? You have a mind of your own. Use it."
I got up and rinsed out the rag, then walked over to the other side of the bed.
"You are something else, Ginny." I started, and in conclusion, dropped the rag on the floor.
"What did you just call me?" I asked in disbelief.
"Ginny, your name. You know, what people call you."
"No, no, no. You call me Weasley, not Ginny."
"Fine, if that's what you insist on being called."
"That's not what I mean, stupid. You call me Weasley. Everyone else calls me Ginny. You always have." I bent down and picked up the rag. "I mean, you call me and my brothers Weasley all the time."
"I thought you said people have feelings. I'm only trying to be nice here."
"You, being nice? Oh, please, Malfoy, spare me the sanity. You've never been nice to a person unless there was something in it for you."
He reached up and grabbed my arm.
"Who ever said there wasn't?" He tried to pull me closer to him, to kiss him, but I jerked away.
"Don't you dare try that with me, Malfoy." I spat viciously. "You wash yourself off, I'm not going to. It's not hard. Just rinse the rag. Come see me when you're done."
Five minutes later, he walked up to me and said, "Meet me tonight, Weasley."
"Don't you wish."
"Do it, or you'll be sorry."
"Is that a threat, Malfoy?"
"Why not?" And he left.
Chapter 10- Return to Hogwarts
The next morning, my alarm clock went off at seven thirty. I was already up, however, because all of the girls in our dorm had a sort of tradition.
We woke up at six thirty on the first day of school, and we chose whose things we were going to unpack. Then, we would unpack their stuff, arrange their boxes, make up, perfume, or what ever else they had on their dresser.
Today, I got Dee, Dee had Miranda, Miranda had Lizzy, Lizzy had Tammy, and Tammy had me. Tammy was in the middle of putting my picture of Harry between some candles when Lizzy called, "So what are you doing, Ginny?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, putting D's violin case in between her bed and dresser.
"I mean, are you being a student-teacher or anything?"
"Oh yeah, I am. I'm helping Madam Pomfrey." They giggled. "What?"
"You just want to see Harry!" I shook my head in disbelief.
"He's my boyfriend guys, I can see him when ever I want. Not to mention in Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
At seven forty-five, I headed down to the common room, where most people were either sitting in the chairs or climbing out of the portrait hole. Ron, Hermione, and Harry were starting to climb out and go to breakfast. I left them their privacy and walked with Dee and Tamara.
"Why aren't you walking with Harry?" Dee asked.
"Well, he has friends too, and he deserves his privacy." We were silent, and so were Hermione, Ron, and Harry.
I was lost in thought the whole day. I didn't even noticed what I ate for breakfast. When Professor McGonagall came to talk to us about our new jobs, I barely listened. All I found out was to go to Madam Pomfrey's office near the hospital wing after dinner. If she called for me, I was excused from class, and the same went for Hermione, Harry, and Neville.
I walked down to Herbology with Dee, Tamara, and Lizzy. Flitwick had kept Miranda in. Professor Sprout was ill, so she was in the Hospital Wing, and Neville was to be our substitute. He greeted us as we walked into the greenhouse.
There was no doubt that Neville was a good teacher. He wasn't sure what we were to call him, but he said if you wanted to call him Professor Longbottom, that was all right, but you could call him Neville too.
It went by so quickly that I didn't even realize we were on our way to Potions.
Draco Malfoy was Snape's student-teacher. He was just as mean and bossy as Snape, and he picked on Colin Creevy the most. I felt bad for Colin. It wasn't easy being teased by the person who beat you up in fourth year.
As soon as Potions was over, it was time for lunch. I ate slowly, and sat alone. Harry was helping Fred move some boxes into his new classroom and didn't eat lunch when I did.
Next, I had History of Magic with Professor Binns. I almost fell asleep, I mean, it was a whole hour and a half of non-stop talking.
After that I had Transfiguration, but I was called away in the middle by Madam Pomfrey.
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"You called, Madam Pomfrey?" I asked, knocking on her office door.
"Yes, Ginny. I need you to look after Mr. Malfoy over there. Have you had any training in treating Boiling Potions?"
"Well, no ma'am, but my mum taught me how when I was ten. Fred poured it over Percey's head when he told off Fred for bothering him."
"Well, that will do for now. I will need you to come by on Saturday so that I can train you up a bit. For right now, I will need you to treat Mr. Malfoy. He is in bed number four."
"Madam Pomfrey, where is the vial? Of the paste, I mean. If you don't have any though, I can make some." I offered.
"No, no, it's alright. I have some on that large shelf over there." She pointed behind her. "It's full of potions and pastes and other things."
"Thank you," I said politely, and I walked over to the shelf. "Bubble breath, Frog's toes, Lizard guts…Where is it? Aha! Insect and spider leg paste."
Okay, now I know your thinking, Bring on the bat wings! But I'm sorry to say that we are not that kind of witches. What we use is strictly for our own purposes.
I walked over to Malfoy's bed, and got a wooden slate out of his bedside cabinet. I used a wooden slab that looked like a muggle paintbrush. It was big at the top, and a handle at the bottom. I poured some of the paste onto the slate and used the slab (I know, it might sound confusing, but it's really not) to spread it around.
I turned to look at Malfoy, who was watching me closely. He was covered in boils and (what looked like pimples) little bumps.
"Listen up, Malfoy." I said sharply. "I'm going to put this on your face or wherever you got that junk on you. It will probably sting, but the boils will go away. So where did it get you?"
"My face, my arms, and my legs." Why was he being so cooperative? Was it just that the boils hurt and he wanted them gone?
"Okay, like I said before, this might sting a little bit, but the boils will go away in about five minutes. I'll smear this on your legs and arms and I won't wash it off until it's been sitting there for a few minutes." He nodded. I took some of the paste off of the end of the slab and rubbed it on his face. He winced, so I said, "Sorry Malfoy, I said it would hurt." I put more on his face until it looked like he was wearing that green stuff muggle girls put on. It wasn't green, though.
I got some more, and rubbed it onto his arms and legs.
"I'll be back in five minutes. Don't move, or that will come off." I closed the curtains to save him the embarrassment of being seen like that, and walked off to put the vial back.
After I had cleaned the slate and slab, I got a wet rag and took everything back to Malfoy's bed.
I opened the curtains and put the slab and slate back. I filled the bowel with water and put the rag in it. I took the cloth over to Malfoy and started to wash his face.
He flinched when I was rubbing his nose, and I laughed.
"What, you think when I'm in pain, it's funny?" He growled.
"No," I said. "What I think is funny, is how cute you look when you have this paste all over your face. I think you should wear it more often, girls might actually want to go out with you."
"Oho, and they don't now?"
"No. You're too vicious. When someone gets hurt, you're right there to make fun of them. Honestly, you'd make fun of a dying Slytherin. You just need to lighten up. People have feelings, you know. We weren't placed on this earth so you could bother us." I started cleaning his right arm.
"It's not my fault. My father always taught me all of that."
"Did it ever once occur to you that maybe your father is wrong? You weren't born to do his bidding. Your what, seventeen, eighteen? You have a mind of your own. Use it."
I got up and rinsed out the rag, then walked over to the other side of the bed.
"You are something else, Ginny." I started, and in conclusion, dropped the rag on the floor.
"What did you just call me?" I asked in disbelief.
"Ginny, your name. You know, what people call you."
"No, no, no. You call me Weasley, not Ginny."
"Fine, if that's what you insist on being called."
"That's not what I mean, stupid. You call me Weasley. Everyone else calls me Ginny. You always have." I bent down and picked up the rag. "I mean, you call me and my brothers Weasley all the time."
"I thought you said people have feelings. I'm only trying to be nice here."
"You, being nice? Oh, please, Malfoy, spare me the sanity. You've never been nice to a person unless there was something in it for you."
He reached up and grabbed my arm.
"Who ever said there wasn't?" He tried to pull me closer to him, to kiss him, but I jerked away.
"Don't you dare try that with me, Malfoy." I spat viciously. "You wash yourself off, I'm not going to. It's not hard. Just rinse the rag. Come see me when you're done."
Five minutes later, he walked up to me and said, "Meet me tonight, Weasley."
"Don't you wish."
"Do it, or you'll be sorry."
"Is that a threat, Malfoy?"
"Why not?" And he left.