Author: Lee Velviet
E-Mail: Vampslay@Bellsouth.net
Disclaimer: You know who this stuff belongs to-J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., etc-I own absolutely nothing! ::Sob::
Summary: Ginny Weasley has had it with Draco Malfoy and his 'evil' ways-so she decides to have it out with him-what will Draco do when she challenges him to a secret Wizard's Duel? (Laugh hysterically, probably…)
(A/N: Reviews would rock, flames are welcome, but constructive criticism would be better! As always, please let me know if I get facts wrong! Thanks for reading!)
2.Retaliation!
Draco was feverishly plotting his revenge as he left the Infirmary, the glory of his black eye now just a memory.
His temper had cooled significantly, and he'd gotten far past the thoughts of death and dismemberment-the little Weasley was just that, after all-a harmless little chit, little more than a child, really, and she'd caught him by surprise, was all.
But she couldn't be allowed to think she could run about hitting people and getting away with it Scot-free. An evil smile twisted his lips-it was his duty to take her to task for her abhorrent behavior and obvious lack of manners. Even he, Draco Malfoy, had some semblance of honor-not much, granted, but it had been ingrained in him since birth. It was like that saying of his fathers-"Do unto others as you would have done unto you-then wait until their backs are turned."
Draco stepped into the Slytherin common room, heading for his favorite chair before the fire. A positively nasty idea had formed in his devious mind, and he'd have to think on it-he gazed into the flames, oblivious to the arguments and fighting and absolute chaos going on around him with the other Slytherin students-he wondered what he excuse he could give Snape about not having that two foot long parchment on the effects of Billywig stings, and what ingredients would be needed to make a potion to counter any ensuing allergic reactions. Boring creatures, Billywigs…but they did have their uses…
He wasn't terribly worried-Since Snape was head of Slytherin House, he doubted he'd bother taking points-in fact, he'd probably turn it around in that clever way of his, make it out to be Potters fault, and end up taking points from Gryffindor! He allowed himself a small grin at the thought and felt a bit better.
He couldn't wait to see the look on the littlest Weasley's face in the morning at Breakfast…
Draco sat at his table the next morning; yawning-he'd gotten up much earlier than usual, and was paying for it. But if things turned out the way he'd planned, suffering through his classes half-asleep would be well worth it.
Half way through breakfast, Draco heard a loud shriek and had to cover his mouth his hand to hide the huge grin. Several gasps were heard, and he looked up as everyone around him did the same, his eyes widening-
The little hell sprite Weasley girl was floating several feet above the Gryffindor table, looking absolutely terrified-around her, a handful of tiny, sapphire blue creatures zoomed, moving so fast Draco could barely keep up with them-but of course he knew exactly what they were-Billywigs, liberated by his own hand from the jars in Snape's classroom, and placed beneath Ginny's chair with a timed petrifying spell.
Apparently they weren't terribly happy about being charmed-Draco watched the annoyed creatures sting the girl again before drifting off, leaving her floating higher and higher, yelping incredulously.
Draco had to duck under the table to hide his near hysterical laughter-he could hear Professor McGonagall shouting, and Potter and Ron Weasley yelling-Snape would know exactly who had done this, no doubt-but Draco had no worries-he'd think it was just as amusing.
Draco looked back up after a few moments, his cheeks pink and flushed from laughter-he was unprepared for the unfamiliar, unwanted and unexpected jolt of guilt he felt when he saw the little Weasley being pulled from the Great Hall, weighed down by Potters and Ron's hands around her ankles as they followed an unhappy looking McGonagall from the Hall-all over, students were snickering, and pointing-the red-haired girl had her hands over her face, and he could see tears of humiliation seeping out between her fingers.
Disgusted by his feelings of regret, Draco sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. What did he have to feel sorry about? She'd deserved it- maybe it would teach her a lesson.
Draco pushed the thoughts of the girl to the back of his mind, determined to forget he ever found out she'd existed, and went on about his day as usual.
Ginny returned to her classes thankfully, after a full week of being strapped to a bed in the infirmary to keep from floating off. The Billywig stings effects had finally worn off-but her embarrassment and anger hadn't.
Draco Malfoy had been behind it, she knew-who else would have done something so mean, and stupid, not to mention dangerous? Madame Pomfrey had told her that if she'd been stung enough times, she might have had a severe allergic reaction-and ended up floating permanently!
Ginny walked into the hall for breakfast, head held high, and shot Malfoy a promising glare as she stomped past his table-her temper soared when he smirked at her, his pale eyes narrowed.
Forget Harry and Ron-it was really personal now! Ginny took her seat at the table, unable to keep herself from looking down to make sure there were no nasty surprises lurking in wait. She glanced up to see Malfoy chuckling at her across the way. Ginny smiled sweetly, raising a hand as if in a wave-and instead sent him a rather rude gesture.
She had the satisfaction of seeing his smirk drop before Harry and Ron took their seats across from her, thankfully obscuring him from her sight.
Ginny thought about her plan for revenge-she'd had a whole week to think on it, after all, and bit back a grin at the thought of Malfoy's reaction-she wished she'd be able to see the look on his narrow, pointy face.
All she needed now was an opportunity.
Her chance for retaliation came sooner than expected-Late that night; Ginny grabbed her wand and crept past a snoozing Filch and Mrs. Norris on her way to the Slytherin Dungeon.
She grimaced as she passed Snape's darkened classroom, not looking forward to his class the next day at all.
The Marauder's Map she'd "borrowed" from Harry's trunk earlier showed her that Malfoy was in the boy's bathroom just off the hall across from the Slytherin Dungeons-really, she wondered, who bathed this late?
Ginny stifled a giggle as she whispered, "Mischief managed!" and rolled up the map into her sleeve. She snuck into the bathroom silently, pausing to peer around the first stall-at the other end of the room, a door that had a brass plaque on it reading 'Showers' stood slightly ajar.
Ginny crept forward, and then through the door, her wand out, a huge smile tugging at her lips. Sure enough, through the warm steam, she heard a shower running.
Splashing noises accompanied by low muttering could be heard-her nose wrinkled and she rolled her eyes as she heard him say her name-she almost got the wrong idea before she peeked around door to the stall in curiosity. Her eyes widened and every thought flew out of her head as she stared at the pale, lean muscled sleekness that was Draco Malfoy-she watched the water run in sluices down his perfect body, felt her throat become tight- his voice became more clear, and she realized he was singing lazily, and wholly off key, an old song that just happened to have her name it.
After a moment, Ginny shook her head disgustedly; so what if Malfoy had a killer body? He had a black heart, and an evil mind, and checking him out was certainly not was she was here for-
Ginny caught herself on a sigh and bit her lip-she hoped fervently he didn't turn his front to her-the embarrassment would finish her off, she knew. Who'd have thought he'd have such an amazing bod?
Ginny narrowed her eyes determinedly, and pointed her wand at the showerhead above him. "Frigidulous!"
"Yeeeeeooow! What the-Mother of-!"
Curses rang out behind her as Ginny let out a loud, nervous squealing giggle, and performed a locking charm on the stall door. She heard him shout her name as he rattled the door, trying to escape the frigid water.
"That's it, Weasley! You aren't getting any mercy!" He shouted, his voice trembling from the cold.
"Aww, what's the matter, Malfoy? Are you cold?" Ginny giggled again.
Malfoy yelled some rather unpleasant curses, voicing his intentions about what he was going to do to her when he got out-Ginny found herself stepping back from the pounding on the stall door, an unsure look on her face.
What she said next surprised even her. "All right, Malfoy-enough of this back and forth stuff-I propose a Wizard's Duel-that'll put an end to this!"
The door stopped rattling.
Ginny stepped forward, concerned. "Malfoy?" Perhaps she'd made the water too cold-
A howling laugh came from the other side of the door.
Ginny frowned. What was he laughing at?
The bathroom reverberated with his laughter, and Ginny felt it deep in her chest.
"What are you laughing at?" She demanded, thrown.
"Y-You! Challenging-hahahha, maahaaaaaa-m-me, to a d-duel! Hahhhhhaaahahhhhaaa!"
"What's so funny about that?"
"Y-you're a g-girl!" He howled again, despite the freezing water spilling down on him.
"So?" Ginny stomped her foot. "Stop laughing!" She scowled angry. "What? Are you scared?"
This made him laugh even harder. He couldn't even talk.
"So do you agree or not?"
"N-no way! Do you have any idea how many people would make fun of me for lowering myself to duel with you?" There was a loud splash as he tried to cover the showerhead with his hand. "Now unlock the sodding door before I get really pissed off!"
"No!" Ginny was thoroughly furious by now. "Not until you agree to the duel. We'll keep it nice and private-no one has to know!"
"Forget it, Weasel-It's ridiculous, the whole idea-I'd end up killing you, and as appealing as the thought is to me right now, I have no desire to end up in Azkaban just for you!" The door rattled violently. "Let me out! I'm going to catch bloody pneumonia in here! Do you hear me? Do you want my death on your hands?"
Ginny snorted loudly, crossing her arms. "Do you really think I care? Now agree to the duel, or I leave you here to freeze your-er, unmentionables off!"
"Unmentionables? Ha! Forget it!"
"Fine! See you around!" Ginny kicked the door and walked off.
"Son of a-Weasley! WEASLEY! Get back here! Damn it!"
Draco entered the Great Hall with the temper of a demon the next morning. The story about how Filch had found him butt-naked and half-frozen in a shower stall late last evening had gotten around like wildfire-he glared murderously at anyone who dared look his way.
He caught the eye of Ginny Weasley, and she had the audacity to smile at him! He growled in her general direction and sat down at his table.
Ginny bit back a chuckle at Malfoy's attitude-here she'd been feeling guilty for leaving him the freezing shower, and he was growling across the room at her.
Harry and Ron showed up a few minutes later as she sipped her orange juice.
They were both laughing over Malfoy's misfortune.
"I wish I had been there," Ron was cackling, tipping sausages onto his plate.
Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling in merriment. "I wish I had thought of it-it's about time he got his."
"Yep! I wish I knew who did it-I'd like to shake his hand!"
Ginny wanted to stand up and yell that she'd done it at this point. She looked at her plate miserably.
Harry looked at oddly. "What's the matter, Gin?"
Ron narrowed his eyes. "I'd have thought you'd be hysterical over all this-what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Harry looked across at Malfoy-he was glaring daggers across at Ginny.
"Ginny…"
"Yes?" Ginny was ripping her napkin to shreds.
"You did it, didn't you?"
"Er-Yes?" She didn't look up-her voice was a small squeak.
Ron's fork clattered to his plate. "Ginny!"
"What?" She looked up, annoyed. "He deserved it!"
"You went into the boys' showers? You must have seen-oh, lord." Ron's face burned pink and he shut his mouth abruptly.
Harry looked at her as if she'd grown horns.
"What would Mum say?" Ron hissed, scandalized.
"About what?" Ginny looked up as Hermione joined them, an open book in hand.
"What's going on?"
Ginny got up from the table, rolling her eyes. "I'm not a baby, Ron!"
She stormed off to class, feeling irritated. She wondered if Ron would spill the beans on her-damn, it was all Malfoy's fault!
Ginny was leaving Potions thankfully, the last one out after cleaning up her cauldron, when she ran into Draco Malfoy in the hallway.
She swallowed past a sudden lump in her throat as she stared up into his chilling eyes.
"I'm waiting, Weasley."
His low, unsettling voice caught her off guard.
"W-what?"
"I'm waiting-for my apology." He stood, crossing his arms over his chest, blocking her way.
"A-apology?" Ginny frowned. "Yeah, right. That's going to bloody happen."
He sneered at her. " I want that apology. Now, Weasel."
"No way! That's about as likely as my getting a million Galleons!" She laughed suddenly, ducking past him. "You'll get you're apology when I get my million galleons!"
Ginny walked away, shaking her head. "He's the one who started it! Why should I apologize?"
Furious at Ginny's refusal to apologize, Draco stalked to the Owlery and scribbled out a note, which he sent immediately. So, the little rodent wanted a duel, did she? She was about to get the humiliation of her life!
Ginny was doing her homework while she ate her dinner in the Great Hall that evening when the letter arrived-she got several curious looks as the gray screech owl drifted down and then out, leaving the yellow envelope on her plate.
Ginny opened the letter cautiously, her heart freezing when she read the unfamiliar, slanting scrawl in green ink.
"Who's that from?" Ron demanded, his mouth full of potatoes.
"Er-a friend," Ginny said in a slight panic, slipping the note between the pages of a book hurriedly.
Ron snorted, looking skeptical, while Harry and Hermione carried on chatting.
Ginny left the hall soon after, her heart thudding nervously against her ribs-Malfoy had finally agreed to the duel-what was she going to do?!
TBC (To Be Continued…)
(Hi, thanks for the reviews, all! As to Ginny being OOC-sorry about that! But she's having to deal with Draco Malfoy-that would make anyone act oddly, and with attitude! ^-^ My Ginny has always been a little stronger than the one in the book-I just look at her as having been shy in the past, yes-but she was just a kid, and she's kind of come into her own with age- look at what old Voldie/Tom Riddle put her through-there's no way she got out of that unchanged. I'm sure not many people can say they met up with Voldie and still live to tell about it. What else has she got to fear? Questions, comments welcome! Thanks!)
E-Mail: Vampslay@Bellsouth.net
Disclaimer: You know who this stuff belongs to-J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., etc-I own absolutely nothing! ::Sob::
Summary: Ginny Weasley has had it with Draco Malfoy and his 'evil' ways-so she decides to have it out with him-what will Draco do when she challenges him to a secret Wizard's Duel? (Laugh hysterically, probably…)
(A/N: Reviews would rock, flames are welcome, but constructive criticism would be better! As always, please let me know if I get facts wrong! Thanks for reading!)
2.Retaliation!
Draco was feverishly plotting his revenge as he left the Infirmary, the glory of his black eye now just a memory.
His temper had cooled significantly, and he'd gotten far past the thoughts of death and dismemberment-the little Weasley was just that, after all-a harmless little chit, little more than a child, really, and she'd caught him by surprise, was all.
But she couldn't be allowed to think she could run about hitting people and getting away with it Scot-free. An evil smile twisted his lips-it was his duty to take her to task for her abhorrent behavior and obvious lack of manners. Even he, Draco Malfoy, had some semblance of honor-not much, granted, but it had been ingrained in him since birth. It was like that saying of his fathers-"Do unto others as you would have done unto you-then wait until their backs are turned."
Draco stepped into the Slytherin common room, heading for his favorite chair before the fire. A positively nasty idea had formed in his devious mind, and he'd have to think on it-he gazed into the flames, oblivious to the arguments and fighting and absolute chaos going on around him with the other Slytherin students-he wondered what he excuse he could give Snape about not having that two foot long parchment on the effects of Billywig stings, and what ingredients would be needed to make a potion to counter any ensuing allergic reactions. Boring creatures, Billywigs…but they did have their uses…
He wasn't terribly worried-Since Snape was head of Slytherin House, he doubted he'd bother taking points-in fact, he'd probably turn it around in that clever way of his, make it out to be Potters fault, and end up taking points from Gryffindor! He allowed himself a small grin at the thought and felt a bit better.
He couldn't wait to see the look on the littlest Weasley's face in the morning at Breakfast…
Draco sat at his table the next morning; yawning-he'd gotten up much earlier than usual, and was paying for it. But if things turned out the way he'd planned, suffering through his classes half-asleep would be well worth it.
Half way through breakfast, Draco heard a loud shriek and had to cover his mouth his hand to hide the huge grin. Several gasps were heard, and he looked up as everyone around him did the same, his eyes widening-
The little hell sprite Weasley girl was floating several feet above the Gryffindor table, looking absolutely terrified-around her, a handful of tiny, sapphire blue creatures zoomed, moving so fast Draco could barely keep up with them-but of course he knew exactly what they were-Billywigs, liberated by his own hand from the jars in Snape's classroom, and placed beneath Ginny's chair with a timed petrifying spell.
Apparently they weren't terribly happy about being charmed-Draco watched the annoyed creatures sting the girl again before drifting off, leaving her floating higher and higher, yelping incredulously.
Draco had to duck under the table to hide his near hysterical laughter-he could hear Professor McGonagall shouting, and Potter and Ron Weasley yelling-Snape would know exactly who had done this, no doubt-but Draco had no worries-he'd think it was just as amusing.
Draco looked back up after a few moments, his cheeks pink and flushed from laughter-he was unprepared for the unfamiliar, unwanted and unexpected jolt of guilt he felt when he saw the little Weasley being pulled from the Great Hall, weighed down by Potters and Ron's hands around her ankles as they followed an unhappy looking McGonagall from the Hall-all over, students were snickering, and pointing-the red-haired girl had her hands over her face, and he could see tears of humiliation seeping out between her fingers.
Disgusted by his feelings of regret, Draco sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. What did he have to feel sorry about? She'd deserved it- maybe it would teach her a lesson.
Draco pushed the thoughts of the girl to the back of his mind, determined to forget he ever found out she'd existed, and went on about his day as usual.
Ginny returned to her classes thankfully, after a full week of being strapped to a bed in the infirmary to keep from floating off. The Billywig stings effects had finally worn off-but her embarrassment and anger hadn't.
Draco Malfoy had been behind it, she knew-who else would have done something so mean, and stupid, not to mention dangerous? Madame Pomfrey had told her that if she'd been stung enough times, she might have had a severe allergic reaction-and ended up floating permanently!
Ginny walked into the hall for breakfast, head held high, and shot Malfoy a promising glare as she stomped past his table-her temper soared when he smirked at her, his pale eyes narrowed.
Forget Harry and Ron-it was really personal now! Ginny took her seat at the table, unable to keep herself from looking down to make sure there were no nasty surprises lurking in wait. She glanced up to see Malfoy chuckling at her across the way. Ginny smiled sweetly, raising a hand as if in a wave-and instead sent him a rather rude gesture.
She had the satisfaction of seeing his smirk drop before Harry and Ron took their seats across from her, thankfully obscuring him from her sight.
Ginny thought about her plan for revenge-she'd had a whole week to think on it, after all, and bit back a grin at the thought of Malfoy's reaction-she wished she'd be able to see the look on his narrow, pointy face.
All she needed now was an opportunity.
Her chance for retaliation came sooner than expected-Late that night; Ginny grabbed her wand and crept past a snoozing Filch and Mrs. Norris on her way to the Slytherin Dungeon.
She grimaced as she passed Snape's darkened classroom, not looking forward to his class the next day at all.
The Marauder's Map she'd "borrowed" from Harry's trunk earlier showed her that Malfoy was in the boy's bathroom just off the hall across from the Slytherin Dungeons-really, she wondered, who bathed this late?
Ginny stifled a giggle as she whispered, "Mischief managed!" and rolled up the map into her sleeve. She snuck into the bathroom silently, pausing to peer around the first stall-at the other end of the room, a door that had a brass plaque on it reading 'Showers' stood slightly ajar.
Ginny crept forward, and then through the door, her wand out, a huge smile tugging at her lips. Sure enough, through the warm steam, she heard a shower running.
Splashing noises accompanied by low muttering could be heard-her nose wrinkled and she rolled her eyes as she heard him say her name-she almost got the wrong idea before she peeked around door to the stall in curiosity. Her eyes widened and every thought flew out of her head as she stared at the pale, lean muscled sleekness that was Draco Malfoy-she watched the water run in sluices down his perfect body, felt her throat become tight- his voice became more clear, and she realized he was singing lazily, and wholly off key, an old song that just happened to have her name it.
After a moment, Ginny shook her head disgustedly; so what if Malfoy had a killer body? He had a black heart, and an evil mind, and checking him out was certainly not was she was here for-
Ginny caught herself on a sigh and bit her lip-she hoped fervently he didn't turn his front to her-the embarrassment would finish her off, she knew. Who'd have thought he'd have such an amazing bod?
Ginny narrowed her eyes determinedly, and pointed her wand at the showerhead above him. "Frigidulous!"
"Yeeeeeooow! What the-Mother of-!"
Curses rang out behind her as Ginny let out a loud, nervous squealing giggle, and performed a locking charm on the stall door. She heard him shout her name as he rattled the door, trying to escape the frigid water.
"That's it, Weasley! You aren't getting any mercy!" He shouted, his voice trembling from the cold.
"Aww, what's the matter, Malfoy? Are you cold?" Ginny giggled again.
Malfoy yelled some rather unpleasant curses, voicing his intentions about what he was going to do to her when he got out-Ginny found herself stepping back from the pounding on the stall door, an unsure look on her face.
What she said next surprised even her. "All right, Malfoy-enough of this back and forth stuff-I propose a Wizard's Duel-that'll put an end to this!"
The door stopped rattling.
Ginny stepped forward, concerned. "Malfoy?" Perhaps she'd made the water too cold-
A howling laugh came from the other side of the door.
Ginny frowned. What was he laughing at?
The bathroom reverberated with his laughter, and Ginny felt it deep in her chest.
"What are you laughing at?" She demanded, thrown.
"Y-You! Challenging-hahahha, maahaaaaaa-m-me, to a d-duel! Hahhhhhaaahahhhhaaa!"
"What's so funny about that?"
"Y-you're a g-girl!" He howled again, despite the freezing water spilling down on him.
"So?" Ginny stomped her foot. "Stop laughing!" She scowled angry. "What? Are you scared?"
This made him laugh even harder. He couldn't even talk.
"So do you agree or not?"
"N-no way! Do you have any idea how many people would make fun of me for lowering myself to duel with you?" There was a loud splash as he tried to cover the showerhead with his hand. "Now unlock the sodding door before I get really pissed off!"
"No!" Ginny was thoroughly furious by now. "Not until you agree to the duel. We'll keep it nice and private-no one has to know!"
"Forget it, Weasel-It's ridiculous, the whole idea-I'd end up killing you, and as appealing as the thought is to me right now, I have no desire to end up in Azkaban just for you!" The door rattled violently. "Let me out! I'm going to catch bloody pneumonia in here! Do you hear me? Do you want my death on your hands?"
Ginny snorted loudly, crossing her arms. "Do you really think I care? Now agree to the duel, or I leave you here to freeze your-er, unmentionables off!"
"Unmentionables? Ha! Forget it!"
"Fine! See you around!" Ginny kicked the door and walked off.
"Son of a-Weasley! WEASLEY! Get back here! Damn it!"
Draco entered the Great Hall with the temper of a demon the next morning. The story about how Filch had found him butt-naked and half-frozen in a shower stall late last evening had gotten around like wildfire-he glared murderously at anyone who dared look his way.
He caught the eye of Ginny Weasley, and she had the audacity to smile at him! He growled in her general direction and sat down at his table.
Ginny bit back a chuckle at Malfoy's attitude-here she'd been feeling guilty for leaving him the freezing shower, and he was growling across the room at her.
Harry and Ron showed up a few minutes later as she sipped her orange juice.
They were both laughing over Malfoy's misfortune.
"I wish I had been there," Ron was cackling, tipping sausages onto his plate.
Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling in merriment. "I wish I had thought of it-it's about time he got his."
"Yep! I wish I knew who did it-I'd like to shake his hand!"
Ginny wanted to stand up and yell that she'd done it at this point. She looked at her plate miserably.
Harry looked at oddly. "What's the matter, Gin?"
Ron narrowed his eyes. "I'd have thought you'd be hysterical over all this-what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Harry looked across at Malfoy-he was glaring daggers across at Ginny.
"Ginny…"
"Yes?" Ginny was ripping her napkin to shreds.
"You did it, didn't you?"
"Er-Yes?" She didn't look up-her voice was a small squeak.
Ron's fork clattered to his plate. "Ginny!"
"What?" She looked up, annoyed. "He deserved it!"
"You went into the boys' showers? You must have seen-oh, lord." Ron's face burned pink and he shut his mouth abruptly.
Harry looked at her as if she'd grown horns.
"What would Mum say?" Ron hissed, scandalized.
"About what?" Ginny looked up as Hermione joined them, an open book in hand.
"What's going on?"
Ginny got up from the table, rolling her eyes. "I'm not a baby, Ron!"
She stormed off to class, feeling irritated. She wondered if Ron would spill the beans on her-damn, it was all Malfoy's fault!
Ginny was leaving Potions thankfully, the last one out after cleaning up her cauldron, when she ran into Draco Malfoy in the hallway.
She swallowed past a sudden lump in her throat as she stared up into his chilling eyes.
"I'm waiting, Weasley."
His low, unsettling voice caught her off guard.
"W-what?"
"I'm waiting-for my apology." He stood, crossing his arms over his chest, blocking her way.
"A-apology?" Ginny frowned. "Yeah, right. That's going to bloody happen."
He sneered at her. " I want that apology. Now, Weasel."
"No way! That's about as likely as my getting a million Galleons!" She laughed suddenly, ducking past him. "You'll get you're apology when I get my million galleons!"
Ginny walked away, shaking her head. "He's the one who started it! Why should I apologize?"
Furious at Ginny's refusal to apologize, Draco stalked to the Owlery and scribbled out a note, which he sent immediately. So, the little rodent wanted a duel, did she? She was about to get the humiliation of her life!
Ginny was doing her homework while she ate her dinner in the Great Hall that evening when the letter arrived-she got several curious looks as the gray screech owl drifted down and then out, leaving the yellow envelope on her plate.
Ginny opened the letter cautiously, her heart freezing when she read the unfamiliar, slanting scrawl in green ink.
"Who's that from?" Ron demanded, his mouth full of potatoes.
"Er-a friend," Ginny said in a slight panic, slipping the note between the pages of a book hurriedly.
Ron snorted, looking skeptical, while Harry and Hermione carried on chatting.
Ginny left the hall soon after, her heart thudding nervously against her ribs-Malfoy had finally agreed to the duel-what was she going to do?!
TBC (To Be Continued…)
(Hi, thanks for the reviews, all! As to Ginny being OOC-sorry about that! But she's having to deal with Draco Malfoy-that would make anyone act oddly, and with attitude! ^-^ My Ginny has always been a little stronger than the one in the book-I just look at her as having been shy in the past, yes-but she was just a kid, and she's kind of come into her own with age- look at what old Voldie/Tom Riddle put her through-there's no way she got out of that unchanged. I'm sure not many people can say they met up with Voldie and still live to tell about it. What else has she got to fear? Questions, comments welcome! Thanks!)