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Yeah. Chapter 2 coming up. Yeah.

CHAPTER 2

"Well, well, well. What are you doing here Ginny Weasley?"

"I was just about to ask you that same question" she replied brusquely. "Oh, come, come Miss Weasley. No time for harsh words," replied the boy who was standing in the doorway. He was around six foot tall. Sharp features and silver blond hair. His eyes showed no emotion, none except malevolence. He smirked slightly and as he did so one eyebrow went up. "What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ginny spat.

"I've as much right to be here as you do. You shouldn't even be here," Malfoy replied, his eyes gleaming, his smirk growing wider and wider.

Ginny frowned and drawing out her wand cried,

"Disinable!" The blond boy, quick as silver whipped out his wand and gave it a quick swish and reflected the spell out of the door. Ginny scowled, nothing I ever do works, she thought.

Suddenly they heard footsteps and raised voices, and the stern voice of Professor McGonagall rang out.

"If I find any students out of their dorms I will have them in detention until they leave in the 7th Year!"

The two in the greenhouse drew breath suddenly.

"Quick," Draco said.

"What?"

"Come with me,"

"There's no where to go! We're trapped!"

"I don't know about you, but I don't fancy having detention until I leave this school. Look, we'll go down there!" Draco was pointing at the trap door.

"You can't it's locked, no spell will break through it,"

"No spell done by you." Draco pulled his wand back out, whispered some words under his breath and tapped the lock four times. Suddenly it glowed bright red and sprung open. Draco grabbed Ginn'y hand.

"Come on!" he whispered pulling her down into the waves of darkness. There was a steep floor leading down into a long corridor. Draco and Ginny sat hunched at the foot of the slope. The trap door had slammed shut. Then they heard footsteps above them as the teachers entered the greenhouse. "There's been signs of a magic grown fire here. I bet Mr Malfoy has been here," Professor McGonagall could be heard saying. "I'm hurt. Why do they assume me?" Draco cried. But Ginny could detect the sarcasm in his voice. The adults above them slowly left until it was silent apart from the heavy breathing of the two trapped in the darkness. "You know, you're quite something when it comes to magic," Ginny forced herself to remark. "Thank you Weasley. I'll remember that the next time you or your brother try to put down my family. "I-…Well…-I know…that- um…" Ginny spluttered. "Don't worry. I know how you feel," Draco turned sharply, "it's not nice to be an outsider," "You don't half chat a lot of shit don't you!" Ginny giggled. "I'm not chatting shit Weasley. It's true. I'm not like my dad! I just defend myself, that's all," Draco turned back to the trap door and took out his wand. Ginny sat thinking about his last sentence. "I suppose Ron and Harry are a bit arse wiping most of the time," she said. "Most?" Replied Draco. His voice was muffled and distant. Just then a rat squeaked and ran passed her. Ginny jumped up and hit her head on the ceiling, causing her to flump back down to the ground, in a puddle. "My new robes," Ginny cried, "I got these from Hermione for my birthday,"

"Ha. Shame!" Draco laughed. Ginny scowled and sat up, only to find herself looking eye to eye with the rat that had scuttled passed her. Quickly she scrambled up the slope. "Are you not finished yet? I need to dry off!"

"Nearly. You're a witch aren't you? Use magic?" Draco patronised her. Ginny performed a simple drying spell and her robes were dry again. She heard Draco tap his wand four times on the trap door.

"Shit,"

"What?" she asked.

"Fuck!"

"What is it?"

"I can't open the fucking trap door!" Draco cried, flinging his wand at the wall.

"And there's me saying you were quite nifty with a wand!" Ginny laughed.

Then they heard the footsteps, coming towards them. They were cold, and harsh, and heavy….

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