A/N: Ok, for all those who are wondering how this
has anything to do with my summary, you'll get it later! Promise! I just need some time for Snape and Malfoy to show their bad boy
sides... Hehehehe! Now, the Snape thing? Aww, we'll get into it during the next
chapter. That's if you're still reading
it by then. Hmmm... Just a tid-bit for everyone, Harry, Herm,
and Ron are all in their 7TH YEAR!!! I
figured by that time Ron and Hermione would have gotten together. : ) Anyhow, thanks for the reviews, there will be a thanks section starting
with the third chapter. Push is done by
Matchbox 20. Now onward!
Ginny
ran down the hall, hair whipping wildly around her face. What had just happened? No, she didn't even want to think about it.
Unconsciously Ginny had begun to cry, but she didn't notice as the tears fell,
one slipping down her cheek and plopping onto her sweater. She was equally unaware of the dark figure
lurking in the hallway just ahead of her.
"Creeping
around in the hallways at night, Weasel?" asked a sharp voice from her
right. Her head whipped around just in
time to catch a pale figure looming ahead of her. "Isn't it a bit past your bed
time?"
"Sod off, Malfoy!" she cried
angrily. Draco was a bit taken aback by
the youngest Weasley's snappiness, but he quickly put it behind him and
continued on.
"Don't
feel like talking? I'm sure Snape would
be most interested to hear you'd been wandering the halls at night." At these words Ginny's eyes grew wide for a
moment, before carefully narrowing and then dodging away.
"Just
leave me alone," she half whispered.
"Ahhh.
You see Weasel, you don't get off that easily. You're on Slytherin territory, at night, alone for that matter. Didn't your mother ever tell you about what
happens to little girls that wonder out alone at night?" Ginny felt her heartbeat start to
quicken. She was not letting this
happen to her, twice in one night, for Gods sake! Throwing her hair behind her she began to stalk away. She was immediately stopped by a rough pair
of hands shoving her up against a hard wall. Her wand fell from her pocket and rolled across the cold stone
floor. Feeling as if it was all a sick
stage of deja-vu Ginny slowly opened her eyes, glancing through her long lashes
at the pair of eyes just opposite of her.
Crabbe
was so close that he was practically breathing down her neck, sending an
all-too-familiar feeling of fear into the pit of her stomach. She wasn't going to let this great big waste
of space trap her! She kicked out, and
was returned by a hard punch to the stomach. Now leaning on the wall for sheer support she was doubled up in pain,
shooting through her stomach down to her shaking legs. She sucked in great gasps of air as she felt
her feet give way under her.
"Well,
seeing that you've already made your way to the floor this should make the next
bit much easier", Goyle's voice came with a smirk from somewhere to the
left of the hall. Ginny tried to push
herself up but her legs would simply not cooperate with her body. Damn this! As Goyle approached from his
hiding spot, Malfoy begun to close in from his, Goyle with a wicked smile,
Draco with a malicious grin.
"Well?"
she shot them her bravest look, determined to hold her ground.
"Kiss
Malfoy's feet, you dirty wench!" Goyle and Crabbe both started to giggle while Malfoy crossed his arms
over his chest. Ginny made not even the
slightest motion to move from her position, fixing her eyes on a lose stone on
the castle wall opposite herself. Like
hell Malfoy, like hell!
Goyle
and Crabbe's laughter stopped suddenly and their expressions turned from
bemusement to confusion. They looked at
each other, pausing for a moment to think. This little girl, dare defy Malfoy, their god and entire life? Was the "Great Malfoy" going to
let her get away with this?
Head
bowed Ginny was creating a plan. If she
could keep those two bastards and Malfoy, who wasn't exactly to the bastard
level *yet*, off of her maybe she could escape. Or, maybe if she could stall them long enough Filch would get
here before she was thoroughly injured. She glanced through her red strands to see all three boys staring at
her.
She was seized by Crabbe
around the middle and shoved until her face was a mere inch from Malfoy's shoes. They were black boots, looking quite
expensive. A little girlie, yes, but
they were still quite sexy.
Ginny
found her strength again and set deep marks in Crabbe's skin, digging her nails
as hard as she could into the fleshy part of his arm. He flinched slightly but only held her tighter, her feet kicking,
down to the ground and closer to Malfoy's shoes.
"Let
the rat go Crabbe," drawled Malfoy's slimy voice. "This is much to easy." The pair of hands let her go and she
immediately backed into the wall, as far away as possible from the three of
them.
They
turned to go, but Ginny discovered that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. "What Draco, can't fight for
yourself? Naw, you have to get 'little
girls' to pick on!" Malfoy's head
snapped up, murder written all over his face. It was him this time, not Crabbe or Goyle, that was pushing her up
against the wall.
"You
want a fight Weasel?" His breath
was hot on her face, his body pressed roughly against hers. Ginny brought her eyes up to meet Malfoy's
gray ones, which were now challenging her to say another word. She held her breath as his eyes searched
hers, and a few moments later his grip had lessoned and he was backing away
from her.
Malfoy turned to leave, Crabbe
following closely behind him. Goyle
lingered in his spot for a while, swaying uneasily. As Ginny turned to leave he grabbed for her arm and pulled it
back, making her emit a low scream.
His
hand clamped over her mouth as he pulled her to him and whispered in her ear,
"You better be good Weasel. I
don't want to catch you sneaking around the halls again. Next time..." here he grinned,
"there will be harsh punishments."
Goyle
tossed her into the wall, sprinting away, no doubt to catch up with his fellow
minions. Ginny closed her eyes, trying
to catch her breath and slow her heartbeat. Bloody hell! Am I wearing a sign that says, "Vulnerable, Right
Here!".
She
ran her hand over her arms and legs, carefully taking in bruises and
bumps. They'd all have to be covered up
somehow. If Ron ever found out... God, he'd kill them all. She wanted to tell someone, but she also
didn't want to be a baby anymore. Ron
would go all defensive and Harry and Hermione would lock her in her
bedroom. I damn well don't think
so! I can take care of myself!
Ginny
stopped as her hand reached her neck. Snape, she thought bitterly while fingering the big bruises. Soon hot tears were flowing down her cheek,
running along her collarbone and down into her sweater. She tried to stand up, but found her legs so
weak that she could barely move.
Squinting,
she tried to locate her wand. It had
rolled across the hall, almost within reach. She stretched out her hand, but it
came about six inches short. Painfully
switching positions she reached again.
"Dammit!"
Ginny hissed.
"Expelliarmus,"
a voice scowled from the corner. Ginny's wand flew from its spot on the floor and into the open hand
of... Draco Malfoy! He stepped into the torchlight, shifting his
gaze to Ginny, hunched on the floor, hand still outstretched.
"What?"
"Pathetic,"
he stated, twiddling the wand in his fingers. He bent as if to help her up, then, as if thinking better of it,
straightened back up again, smoothing his robes. "You want this?" Malfoy was dangling the wand right above Ginny's head.
Ginny made a grab for it just
as Malfoy pulled it away. She was
successful in grasping it, and soon had it pried out of his hands. Muttering a healing spell under her breath her
legs soon felt much better and she stood up, steadying herself. She glared at Malfoy, waiting for an
explanation.
"I
figured you'd still be sitting here," he smirked. "And remember," his tone grew
serious. "Next time I might not be around when Crabbe and Goyle come
searching for prey. I won't hold them
off next time..." He gave her one last glance before turning and leaving,
just like before.
Ginny cursed under her breath. Damn
him! Damn them all! What am I going to do?
