Dangerous Image
Okay, people, here we go with Chapter 2 of Dangerous Image.. in which Harry debates whether or not to read the diary and Ginny drools over Draco….
Disclaimer: Everything, except the plot, belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I don't own any of it, as much as I wish I did, and I never will so, on with the story!
A/N: Please review and tell me what you thought. If you liked it or if it sucked, and if so why. Thanks!
Chapter 2: To Read or Not To Read…
Thoughts of the day swirled through Ginny's mind, repeating themselves over and over. "I wonder what was up with Malfoy tonight?", she pondered out loud. He was actually civil towards me tonight. It couldn't be? A Malfoy being polite to a Weasley? Impossible! Or was it? Draco Malfoy had actually apologized when he had knocked Ginny down and smiled at her during dinner. It couldn't be a trick, could it? Malfoy wouldn't even carry a prank that far and make it look convincing. It has to be genuine.
I have to get him out of my mind. I have other things to worry about. After the common room had cleared out, Ginny had went back to check the armchair for her diary. She hadn't had time after dinner. After digging through every single piece of furniture in the common room, all she had found were 3 Knuts, a Sickle, a half-eaten Chocolate Frog, and someone's old crumpled Potions essay. (Very low marks, of course.) Well, that's it, she thought dejectedly. By breakfast tomorrow, the whole entire school will know my secrets. This is just wonderful.
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Harry woke with a start. Ron was leaning over him, staring straight into his face. "Dammit, Ron!" he shouted. "Don't do that!" He sat up and put on his glasses. "Sorry." Ron said. "I wanted to wake you up so you didn't oversleep." he explained. "Thanks for the thought, but next time, find a better way to do it." he grinned. "C'mon, let's go down to breakfast before all of the good food's gone!" Ron said. Harry looked around the dorm. Everyone else had already left. "Go down. I'll be there in a few minutes." "Okay." Ron said and practically flew out of the room. Before Ron had woken Harry up, he was dreaming about the diary. It had made him think back to his second year, when the Chamber of Secrets was re- opened, and Ginny Weasley had been behind it. (Unknowingly, of course.) The book had been weighing on his mind ever since yesterday. He knew he shouldn't open it, but curiosity was beginning to win. Harry was about to go over to the bag and open it up, when the clock on his bedside table caught his eye. He only had ten more minutes until the first class of the day started. "Shit!" he cursed and raced to the showers. He quickly dressed and grabbed his bag with three minutes to make it down to the dungeons. (Conserving water was a big thing at the Dursleys' so he was use to short showers.) He arrived in the Potions lab two minutes late, huffing, glasses askew, face red, and his hair sticking up from the way it had dried. "Mr. Potter," Snape began, spitting his name out, "late again, are we? I believe I shall inform Professor Dumbledore about your tardies. You seem to think you are above everyone else and can stroll into class anytime you feel like it." he smirked. Asshole, Harry thought, bastard, dickhead….calling Snape all of these names in his mind to prevent saying them out loud. Too late. "Bastard!" Harry burst out. "Go ahead, I don't care!" "Make that twenty points from Gryffyndor, along with the other ten for your lip! Disrespect me again, and you'll be straight in McGonagall's office!" he roared. God, I hate him, Harry thought silently. Ron was trying hard not to laugh, disguising it with an obvious fake cough, and Hermione was trying to look as if she were reading over the assignment, snickering behind her Potions book. "Five more points from Gryffyndor for being insolate brats!" he yelled. "Want to make it more?" Snape challenged. "I thought not. Now get to work!" "Potter, come up front with me, where I can keep an eye on you." he drawled. Slimy bastard, Harry thought angrily. Draco Malfoy was sitting in the front of the class. Oh, yay, I'm partnered with Malfoy. This is going to be a long class. "Hello, Potter." Malfoy said casually, as if they'd been friends forever. What's wrong with him? Harry wondered. Did he accidentally zap himself with his wand? Is he dying? Or high? " What do you want, Malfoy?" he spat. "Just being friendly is all." he said. "Malfoys are never friendly. What the hell is wrong with you? Are you high or something?" "Nothing's wrong, Potter. Just making conversation." he said. "Well, keep your damn conversation to yourself and leave me the fuck alone." He was already pissed off and didn't want to put up with Malfoy's conniving little mind games. "Okay, okay." Malfoy said and turned back around. Harry slammed his book down and began to copy the notes for the Revival Potion off of the board. He hated the Slytherins. Every last one of them.
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Ginny sat in Professor Binns' class, fretting over her lost diary, ignoring him and his vacuum-cleaner drone. Where the hell could it be? she thought. I was only in the Gryffyndor tower. I could use the Accio spell, but I'm not entirely sure if it would work…
Well, I know if someone's found it, they've already read it, but apparently don't want to spread my personal life all around school. At least, I hope not. Oh God, please let me find it. Her thoughts, or rather, prayers, were interrupted by Professor Binns calling on her. "Victoria Weasley, is it? Can you tell me the name of the goblin who assisted Westmore the Warrior, during the Goblin Rebellion?" She didn't bother to correct him. At least he had gotten her last name right. "Umm…Leroy the Loyal?" she guessed. "Correct." How in the hell did I know that? I never pay attention in this class. Oh well, the less embarrassment, the better. Close save. Ginny pushed the diary to the back of her mind and tried her best not to fall asleep. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell to end class rang. Thank God! She gathered up her things and rushed into the crowded corridor. She had to pass through the main staircase, and ran into Draco Malfoy, who smiled at her again. God, he's so sexy, she thought. What is up with him, though? He never acts like this. Maybe he's sick. She gave a half-grin and walked by, trying to make it to Transfiguration before the bell, thousands of thoughts flying through her mind. She quickly forgot her diary, and concentrated on Draco, who was becoming her favorite subject. What is wrong with me? What's the sudden obsession with Draco? And since when did I start calling him Draco? I seriously need help. She was about to go off onto another daydream about Draco, when her friend Natalie pulled her back into reality. "Girl, what's wrong with you? You've been staring into space all morning. You better pay attention." she warned. Damn, Ginny thought and cracked open her Transfiguration book. Natalie's right, she concluded. I have to keep my mind off Draco or I'll wind up failing. Hard as it was, Ginny stuck with it and tried her best all through class to concentrate on nothing but turning her book into a blue jay.
Okay, people, here we go with Chapter 2 of Dangerous Image.. in which Harry debates whether or not to read the diary and Ginny drools over Draco….
Disclaimer: Everything, except the plot, belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I don't own any of it, as much as I wish I did, and I never will so, on with the story!
A/N: Please review and tell me what you thought. If you liked it or if it sucked, and if so why. Thanks!
Chapter 2: To Read or Not To Read…
Thoughts of the day swirled through Ginny's mind, repeating themselves over and over. "I wonder what was up with Malfoy tonight?", she pondered out loud. He was actually civil towards me tonight. It couldn't be? A Malfoy being polite to a Weasley? Impossible! Or was it? Draco Malfoy had actually apologized when he had knocked Ginny down and smiled at her during dinner. It couldn't be a trick, could it? Malfoy wouldn't even carry a prank that far and make it look convincing. It has to be genuine.
I have to get him out of my mind. I have other things to worry about. After the common room had cleared out, Ginny had went back to check the armchair for her diary. She hadn't had time after dinner. After digging through every single piece of furniture in the common room, all she had found were 3 Knuts, a Sickle, a half-eaten Chocolate Frog, and someone's old crumpled Potions essay. (Very low marks, of course.) Well, that's it, she thought dejectedly. By breakfast tomorrow, the whole entire school will know my secrets. This is just wonderful.
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Harry woke with a start. Ron was leaning over him, staring straight into his face. "Dammit, Ron!" he shouted. "Don't do that!" He sat up and put on his glasses. "Sorry." Ron said. "I wanted to wake you up so you didn't oversleep." he explained. "Thanks for the thought, but next time, find a better way to do it." he grinned. "C'mon, let's go down to breakfast before all of the good food's gone!" Ron said. Harry looked around the dorm. Everyone else had already left. "Go down. I'll be there in a few minutes." "Okay." Ron said and practically flew out of the room. Before Ron had woken Harry up, he was dreaming about the diary. It had made him think back to his second year, when the Chamber of Secrets was re- opened, and Ginny Weasley had been behind it. (Unknowingly, of course.) The book had been weighing on his mind ever since yesterday. He knew he shouldn't open it, but curiosity was beginning to win. Harry was about to go over to the bag and open it up, when the clock on his bedside table caught his eye. He only had ten more minutes until the first class of the day started. "Shit!" he cursed and raced to the showers. He quickly dressed and grabbed his bag with three minutes to make it down to the dungeons. (Conserving water was a big thing at the Dursleys' so he was use to short showers.) He arrived in the Potions lab two minutes late, huffing, glasses askew, face red, and his hair sticking up from the way it had dried. "Mr. Potter," Snape began, spitting his name out, "late again, are we? I believe I shall inform Professor Dumbledore about your tardies. You seem to think you are above everyone else and can stroll into class anytime you feel like it." he smirked. Asshole, Harry thought, bastard, dickhead….calling Snape all of these names in his mind to prevent saying them out loud. Too late. "Bastard!" Harry burst out. "Go ahead, I don't care!" "Make that twenty points from Gryffyndor, along with the other ten for your lip! Disrespect me again, and you'll be straight in McGonagall's office!" he roared. God, I hate him, Harry thought silently. Ron was trying hard not to laugh, disguising it with an obvious fake cough, and Hermione was trying to look as if she were reading over the assignment, snickering behind her Potions book. "Five more points from Gryffyndor for being insolate brats!" he yelled. "Want to make it more?" Snape challenged. "I thought not. Now get to work!" "Potter, come up front with me, where I can keep an eye on you." he drawled. Slimy bastard, Harry thought angrily. Draco Malfoy was sitting in the front of the class. Oh, yay, I'm partnered with Malfoy. This is going to be a long class. "Hello, Potter." Malfoy said casually, as if they'd been friends forever. What's wrong with him? Harry wondered. Did he accidentally zap himself with his wand? Is he dying? Or high? " What do you want, Malfoy?" he spat. "Just being friendly is all." he said. "Malfoys are never friendly. What the hell is wrong with you? Are you high or something?" "Nothing's wrong, Potter. Just making conversation." he said. "Well, keep your damn conversation to yourself and leave me the fuck alone." He was already pissed off and didn't want to put up with Malfoy's conniving little mind games. "Okay, okay." Malfoy said and turned back around. Harry slammed his book down and began to copy the notes for the Revival Potion off of the board. He hated the Slytherins. Every last one of them.
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Ginny sat in Professor Binns' class, fretting over her lost diary, ignoring him and his vacuum-cleaner drone. Where the hell could it be? she thought. I was only in the Gryffyndor tower. I could use the Accio spell, but I'm not entirely sure if it would work…
Well, I know if someone's found it, they've already read it, but apparently don't want to spread my personal life all around school. At least, I hope not. Oh God, please let me find it. Her thoughts, or rather, prayers, were interrupted by Professor Binns calling on her. "Victoria Weasley, is it? Can you tell me the name of the goblin who assisted Westmore the Warrior, during the Goblin Rebellion?" She didn't bother to correct him. At least he had gotten her last name right. "Umm…Leroy the Loyal?" she guessed. "Correct." How in the hell did I know that? I never pay attention in this class. Oh well, the less embarrassment, the better. Close save. Ginny pushed the diary to the back of her mind and tried her best not to fall asleep. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell to end class rang. Thank God! She gathered up her things and rushed into the crowded corridor. She had to pass through the main staircase, and ran into Draco Malfoy, who smiled at her again. God, he's so sexy, she thought. What is up with him, though? He never acts like this. Maybe he's sick. She gave a half-grin and walked by, trying to make it to Transfiguration before the bell, thousands of thoughts flying through her mind. She quickly forgot her diary, and concentrated on Draco, who was becoming her favorite subject. What is wrong with me? What's the sudden obsession with Draco? And since when did I start calling him Draco? I seriously need help. She was about to go off onto another daydream about Draco, when her friend Natalie pulled her back into reality. "Girl, what's wrong with you? You've been staring into space all morning. You better pay attention." she warned. Damn, Ginny thought and cracked open her Transfiguration book. Natalie's right, she concluded. I have to keep my mind off Draco or I'll wind up failing. Hard as it was, Ginny stuck with it and tried her best all through class to concentrate on nothing but turning her book into a blue jay.