Disclaimer!!! None of the characters, settings, blah blah blah belong to me; they are JK Rowling's doing. The plot is mine, though, and I can abuse them all I want, so please don't flame.
A/N Since ff.net has been down for ever, I obviously haven't done anything, and because of that, I've decided to drop my other story, so you can now expect AT LEAST one chapter every two weeks. That excludes exam times. Thanks all for the lovely reviews. I know I made Draco evil, but I simply couldn't resist. Besides, you can't have a happy ending in the middle of a story. Anyways, here's chapter 4!
Tears In The Rain
Chapter 4
Harry slowly walked up the stairs to his dorm. Ginny hadn't shown up for the feast, which was odd. She loves watching the sorting. Only something serious would've kept her away. Thinking about the past two weeks that he'd spent at the Weasley's Harry just couldn't come up with anything bad that happened then. Ginny was so excited about going back to Hogwarts; there wasn't any time to be upset.
Harry got into his bed, and mumbled a quiet good night to Ron. Snores answered him, but he didn't notice. Something wasn't right. A tiny detail tugged at his memory, and for hours Harry tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Finally, he remembered: in Diagon Alley, Ginny had gone to get her schoolbooks by herself. Not quite five minutes later, she'd come back, mumbling something about getting her books later. After that, she didn't say anything. Harry was quite sure that Ginny didn't just decide to stay with them; she wasn't all that comfortable around him, or his friends. Who knows, maybe she just got lonely. Or maybe whe was jealous. But that was ridiculous.
He turned over onto his side, and there was the alarm clock, almost threatening him with its red digits. Squinting, he saw it was 3:24. "I should go to sleep. It won't do if I have potions tomorrow, and sleep through Snape's lecture." He muttered.
Deciding to ask Hermione about it, he turned over again, and fell asleep.
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"So, who's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Let's hope it's someone good this time."
Hermione put down her toast, and replied. "Last year we had a great teacher, just look at how much we learned."
"Well, besides the fact that he was a fake." Ron stole her toast and began drawing little broomsticks on it with purple icing. "I hope this time he at least provides his own glass eye. Not that I have anything against escaped murdering Death Eaters teaching students how to kill spiders. If he was teaching the tango, I wouldn't mind so much…"
"Ron…"
"Alright, the waltz. Honestly, what's the difference?"
Hermione picked up her schedule. "At least we got the morning off. The first, second, and third years didn't. Count your blessings."
"You mean, 'be glad that we didn't get Snape, and laugh as much as you want at all the first-years suffering as we speak?'"
At that moment, Ginny walked in and plopped down into an empty chair. Not paying any attention to Ron and Hermione's argument, she picked up the piece of toast and took a bite out of it. Seeing that, Ron's jaw dropped, and he forgot the argument in favor of the now ruined masterpiece.
"Are you mad?" he shouted. "You ate my Quidditch game!"
Ginny gave him a weird look, and continued devouring the toast, pissing him off completely. Ron recovered from his shock, and grabbed it from her hands. A second later, Ginny rewarded him with a nice, solid smack.
"What do you thing you're bloody doing?" yelled Ginny.
The whole table now turned its attention on the fight, Hermione covered her face in embarrassment, and the Weasley twins started accepting bets on who would win. Ron picked up another piece of toast and chucked it at Ginny. Unfortunately he missed, and it hit Seamus. Seamus said a diplomatic 'What the hell!' and threw it back. It smacked Lavender in the head, who was only passing by the fight on her way to Divination. Soon enough the rest of Hogwarts noticed the spectacle, and Flitwick (the only professor at lunch so far) rushed to sort out the mess, succeeding only in getting himself covered in purple icing.
During the general commotion, Harry was making his way to the Great Hall, and trying to come up with a discreet way to get Hermione's attention about Ginny. One of the paintings suggested that he asked Ginny himself, but the idea wasn't too appealing considering Ginny's crush on him. There's no way Ginny will tell me anything; she's so shy. He rounded the corner still absorbed in his thoughts, and accidentally knocked into someone. That someone fell.
"Oops, sorry." He said. Then he looked up at the person, and swore.
"You'd better be." Malfoy got up and dusted himself off. "You've got glasses, you should be able to see where you're going."
Harry bit back a retort, but glared at Malfoy anyway.
"By the way," he continued, "I wouldn't go in there. It's not pretty."
"Why not?" Harry asked. "Seems safe to eat breakfast to me."
Malfoy glared back, and replied. "Your friend Weasley and his sister started a fight. Actually, maybe you should go save her from Big Bad Brother. She'll be ever so grateful. Maybe you'll get another valentine." He sneered at the other boy, and left.
Harry stood for a minute, thinking. Draco's words rang in his ear. Maybe you should go save her from Big Bad Brother. Maybe you'll get her another valentine. "Maybe you should shove off, Malfoy." He turned back to the Great Hall, and walked inside. Almost right away, a blueberry muffin flew past him and hit Professor Snape.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" he bellowed. The entire hall froze. There was a small plop as a stack of pancakes fell of the Gryffindor table. Harry could hear someone chuckling behind him. He turned to look, and there was Malfoy. He'd come back to watch the fun, bringing with him half the faculty.
- "Professor, I believe it was Ronald and Ginny Weasley." He said quietly.
Not quietly enough, Harry thought.
A/N This chapter is not screwed up anymore. I edited it a bit, and it now fits chapter 5 nicely. Should be the other way, chapter 5 edited to fit nicely, but this way is better. Anyways, hope you enjoyed.