Disclaimer: yeah, right, they are mine but I prefer writing fanfiction instead of books! You've got some imagination! Of course they aren't mine! I make no money out of this.
AN: Ok, this one is a little longer than the others. I'm really trying to make them longer but I'm not use to write fanfiction and it's tough. But I promise I'm trying hard. As for the next chapter… I'd like to say soon, but I'm suffering of a huge case of writer's block right now (in fact, I was going to put this one and the next one together at the same time but I realise that you might what it by now.) because I want to keep to true characters in this (I do hope that I was able to do it until now) and it's a big job to keep Him the same. Now on with the chapter.
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Hogsmead
It was Saturday and all of Hogwarts third years and older had the week-end at Hogsmead to let out all the energy that they had accumulated trough the week. Ginny was still nervous about the book, but He didn't come to see her about it nor had he teased Ron more than the usual, so she figured out that he didn't found them. She passed the day chatting with her friends and two Ravenclaws, while going from shop to shop. Around one o'clock, they made their way out of the pub "The Three Broomstick" and they headed to the Shrieking Shack in order to digest their Bar-B-Q Chop. After five minutes of walking slowly around the Shack, a young Hufflepuff that looked terrified came toward them.
"Is one of you Ginny Weasley?" he ask, but looking directly at Ginny's head.
"Yes… what is it?"
"Can you come with me please? Somebody wants to see you. Alone" He added, looking at the others that were beginning to walk toward them.
They looked suspicious; why would someone want to see her alone? It was a bit dangerous. Ginny thought a bit. He-who-shall-not-be-named couldn't be here, in the middle of Hogsmead. A Death Eater could, but this two last months, they were calm. Calm enough that Dumbledore permitted them to come today. It mustn't be dangerous. She was a Gryffondor after all! Why be afraid of speaking to someone?
"Ok, show me where." Then she turned to her friends "I'll come back here right after, wait for me ok?"
"Okay"
She followed the Hufflepuff to a narrow street far from the centre of the village –where the three broomstick, Zonko, the Post and Honeyducks were… where all the students were. They turned left on a little, calm street and the Hufflepuff pointed some silhouette at the end of the alley. She thanked him and he started to walk the way they came.
As she approached the silhouette, she saw that it was wearing Hogwarts' robes… and Slytherins colour. Oh great, right into a trap! She thought just before the silhouette step into the light. Him. Her heart skipped a beat as she took a step back, gasping in surprise.
"What did you ask to see me?" She asked him, managing to keep her voice even.
"Well it should be obvious" he said, curving his head a little to the left and watching her with an haughty air on his face and piercing eyes. He drew a piece of parchment from his cloak, saying "recognise this?"
"should I?"
In fact, she did. She recognised that piece of parchment all to well. It was the one where her drawing were on.
"I know I should have destroyed it long ago, when I first found it, but I thought it would be funnier to destroy it before you." He put his wand against the parchment, grinning a little.
"Go ahead" she shrugged "Why would I care? It's just some scrap, I was trying a still, but knowing the subject, I wonder what made me think that it would have been something else than disgusting" don't light your wand, don't light your wand, don't light your wand, pleeeeease.
She didn't thought what she said, hoping he wouldn't do it… anyway he would have, so playing her last card wasn't that bad of an idea. She saw his smile shiver a it, but he recovered fast and close his eyes a bit more in a meaning way.
"I thought that since it was a miracle that a Weasley was able to do something right for a change –if we consider this right of course- they would tend to keep that as precious…"he said, spitting her family name "but I saw I thought wrong" and with those word, he ripped the parchment.
She tried to keep a straight face through all that. She barely succeeded.
"What is it Weasley?" he spited "your parents kept all of this little talent they had for the last of their kid and you're not even proud of that bit? At least you have something… compared to your brothers."
He snickered and bypassed her to go back to the centre of the village. She was red and shook from anger Stupid git… she walked toward the now ripped scrap of parchment and with her wand, she sticked the four pieces together. Nothing let see that the parchment was ripped but she still seem to see the line where she had glue them magically together. At least he only ripped them, he could have done worst and go with his first idea of burning it. Now THAT would have been really mean. Not that he isn't… Again, she wondered why, of all people, she fell in love with him. There were so much beautiful guys at Hogwarts and she was quite pretty, their was no reason she couldn't go out with one of them! Even some of the seventh years had asked her to go out with them. Ok, only one… but still. With a sigh, she dismissed her thoughts and folded the parchment in her cloak, rejoining her friends near the Shack.
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Why didn't I burn it? It was, after all, his first idea. He had wanted to burn that stupid crap of parchment and made her cry! But now that he had ripped it, she could repair it easily. He had flinch. She didn't seem to notice –or so he hoped- but he had flinch when she told him that she didn't care about it. "Why would I care? It's just some scrap, I was trying a still, but knowing the subject, I wonder what made me think that it would have been something else than disgusting". He didn't care about the last part of course, but the fact that she didn't care about losing something made it less amusing to destroyed… Right? Then why, all of the other times he blackmailed someone, didn't he stop? He joined his two goons near the post and they headed to The Three Broomsticks. He chatted with them and two other fellow Slytherins around a butterbeer and they all made fun of a third year Hufflepuff that came too near of their table. They came back to Hogwarts for supper, and he took his shower before going to bed. While rinsing his hair, a thought came up in his brain. Did she keep it? As soon as he notice he had this thought he chased her away. Why would I care? Stupid sheet of parchment from a stupid annoying Gryffindork, he thought furiously, rubbing his head the same way his thought goes. Stopping the water and charming himself dry, he went to bed, stirring the curtains around him. He put his hand automatically under his pillowcase Damn. It's not here anymore and I don't want to look at that anyway! He turn around and went to sleep with some difficulty; too much thoughts in his head to fall fast asleep.
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The day after, Ginny woke really early; she was one of the first to go breakfast. In the great all, a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were eating slowly, while reading or speaking in low tone. Three Slytherins were sleeping in their bowl and… gasp… He was there too… didn't seem to have more sleep then her, He was playing with his porridge with the tips of his spoon, His head on his free hand looking through his plate. Ginny took a big inspiration and went to sit at the Gryffondor table where four first year gossiping agitatedly and a familiar figure; Hermione.
"Hey! You sure wake up early!"
"Same to you! In fact, I had a lot of difficulty to sleep. I waited in my bed before getting down, I think I'm awake since three…"
"Still worried with those drawing?"
"Err... you… can say that…"
Hermione cocked an eyebrow at her in a silent question.
"Well… I got the confirmation that he saw them… He told me" She clarified when she saw her look "He… sigh He showed them to me and… He…"
"… He…. ?"
"He ripped it off. But it's not that bad, I mean, I repaired it –He wanted to burn them in the first place… don't know why He didn't—but it's… it's different now…"
"You mean because the charm didn't work well or because HE rip them"
"Dalassone…"
"Uh?"
"Thelastone…"
She looked at Hermione with pleading eyes. Pleading not to tell anyone, pleading to help her through that. Hermione let out a sigh and looked at her worst enemy then back at Ginny. It was rare to see Him like that. As if he didn't care what people will think at his sight… But it must be only an impression, because it wasn't like him to do such thing; what people thought of him was His biggest motivation in life. One of the reasons Hermione hated him that much. He looked… Flogging?
"It's only because it's you. I would never do something for Him."
Ginny didn't had the time to ask Hermione why she was talking about Him, because at that moment, a really tired Ron and a dishevelled Harry not that he's not normally, took place beside them.
"Hey Gin. What's up with the early wake up?" mumbled Ron, taking a toast.
"I had trouble sleeping. It's nothing"
They ate while discussing of something they find odd this year in the school (Well the guys did, Hermione wasn't convicted and Ginny didn't really listen to the conversation. Her own thoughts going mad) and then they left for class. Divination… Great…
To be continued…
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I hope it was long enough.. Thanks to every one that reviewed, I do read them and I love review. ^-^ Next chapter, we should see Him taking tutoring.
