****I own nothing! Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling! She is a spectacular author and I absolutely love all of her books! (I can't wait until the fifth book comes out!)
Chapter 7, Detention
Ginny sat in the middle of a large crowd of arguing people. Ginny's eyes were wide and her skin was pale, around her stood the sixth year boys and girls, the fifth year girls, Lola, and Colin.
"It was bloody brilliant!" Dean Thomas was shouting over the voices of the others. "Came just around the corner when is happened, didn't we Seamus?" He was saying excitedly. "Knocked Malfoy to the crowd and started hitting him! He didn't even know what to do!"
"Ginny, you really shouldn't have! You've got a detention now and points were taken off of Gryffindor! Imagine what your mother will say when she finds out", Hermione was squealing. "He could have cursed you! You could have wound up right back in the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey would have been furious!"
"He didn't hit you back did he Ginny?" Ron was asking though his eyes were sparkling with amusement. "Cause if he did, I'm going to clock him one!"
"I wish I would have been there!" Colin squeaked in a disappointed tone. "I could have gotten a photograph!"
Ginny had returned to Gryffindor tower to find that Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan had already told the entire house. Ginny was still in shock and was only mildly aware of the aching pain in her side where Malfoy had kicked her with all his might, she was beginning to suspect a bruise would be appearing there soon.
'I can't believe I did that', she was thinking in a devastated way. 'I jumped on Malfoy, he'll send me to the hospital wing in pieces next!' But a tiny voice in the back of Ginny's mind began to debate. 'But he deserved it didn't he, Ginny? You hit him round the face a few times, and he'll probably have a big bruise on his pale face next time you see him! Sure, you didn't make him cry, but you damaged his pride. People will be talking about this for weeks! You, Ginny Weasley, beat up Draco Malfoy!' Ginny hesitated. 'But… he was just shocked, he kicked me afterwards. If Professor McGonagall had not have come, who knows what could have happened to me!'
Ginny slowly looked up from her clasped hands on her lap to the people jabbering about what had happened around her. Her eyes rested on Harry who had not said anything yet, he was looking down at Ginny with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He then leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I guess you won't be needing any help with Defence Against the Dark Arts, it sounds like you can take care of yourself just fine".
Ginny felt crest-fallen but she nodded and managed a weak smile.
"Excuse me", she whispered and slowly stood.
'What's happened to me?' She wondered as she pushed through the throng of people. 'I don't do this, that's the first time I've ever seriously hit someone! I… never should have done that! I was so angry though… Oh, I hate him so much! He deserved it! He did, but I shouldn't have done it', Ginny groaned miserably as she climbed the stairs to the girls dormitory. 'Mum is going to kill me! She'll send me a howler for sure!'
Ginny shuffled towards her bed and just as she collapsed the door swung open and Dinah, Katherine, and Leikela came in laughing with sparkling eyes.
"Gin!" Katherine squealed excitedly. "I can't believe you did that! You've sure been acting differently this year. First Quidditch try outs, and now fighting older 'male' students in the corridors!"
Ginny moaned and turned over so she was laying on her stomach, and pressed her face into her pillow. Maybe if she suffocated herself, she would forget everything that had happened?
The three girls sank down onto Ginny's bed, all giggling together. She felt someone begin to touch her hair and then she heard Leikela speak.
"Ginny, your hair is so pretty now! It's so soft and smooth! Maybe it wasn't so bad that you were cursed!"
Ginny groaned once more into her pillow wishing she were alone and away from her dim-witted roommates.
The days past slowly and horribly for Ginny. The very next day during Sunday breakfast a howler did indeed arrive for her. Ginny had been humiliated once again, and had been laughed out of the Great Hall. Mrs. Weasley's voice rang through the hall ("How dare you start a fight in the corridors Ginny Weasley! I never would have thought you would do such a thing! Maybe Ron [Ron had sunk far down in his seat at the mention of his name], but never you!").
Although most of the students cheered when Ginny walked by ("Great job getting Malfoy!") Ginny felt absolutely miserable. She had lost her chance to be alone with Harry because of Malfoy, he had gotten her so very angry, she had simply pounced without a thought. However, when the Slytherins walked by they would hiss, taunt, try to curse her, and on the occasion she accidentally walked past one they would stick out a leg and try to trip her.
Ron made it his own special duty to walk with Ginny everywhere, however embarrassing this was, she didn't mind all to much since Harry was with her. She noticed that their conversations were not as interesting as they had once been, and Harry never made eye contact anymore. Every time he would look at Ginny, he would quickly look away. It felt as though someone had just thrust a dagger into her heart each time it happened.
Professor McGonagall's classes were less then enjoyable now, her lips became quite thin whenever she looked at Ginny and was quite stiff whenever Ginny asked a question.
Worst of all was Draco Malfoy. Ginny hurried away whenever she saw him coming and would not go anywhere, where she thought he might be.
A great fear and loathing had groan in her heart. She was very fearful that Malfoy would indeed try to murder her the next time they were near each other, and then Ginny was also scared that she would leap on him once more. Though Ginny wished that Malfoy would drop dead, she wished more that he would cry. She had indeed damaged his pride, but it was nothing he couldn't win back, she wanted to make him cry. For a Slytherin to cry and be caught, was unforgivable.
When Wednesday came and it was Ginny's first flying lesson with Lola, it was less then enjoyable. It was pouring outside but Lola was quite happy to teach in such conditions anyway.
They stayed out for two hours and Ginny knew she was getting on her friend's nerves. For Ginny had the habit of falling off the broomstick she had borrowed from Leikela once again. When the lesson had ended, Lola shook her head gently.
"We'll have to work on that Gin", but she brightened quickly. "Next Wednesday, same time? Great!"
Ginny grumbled all the way back to the dormitory, little did she know that in exactly a day she would be spending an entire night with the person she least wanted to see.
Thursday morning was cloudy and cold. It was October third and already a month of school had passed by. Ginny was feeling slightly better, her anger was slowly diminishing and Harry had caught her eye the night before and not looked away.
She had her hair in a loose ponytail that morning when she trudged into Transfiguration class. She had a small smile on her lips as Colin described the brilliant photographs he had taken the day before.
"Miss Weasley!" Professor McGonagall called from her desk just as Ginny was about to take her seat. "May I have a word with you before the class starts". This evidently, wasn't a question.
Ginny slowly walked towards the transfiguration teacher and looked up at her with a worried expression.
"You will accompany Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Filch scrubbing a dungeon floor tonight at ten o'clock Ginny", Professor McGonagall informed her with narrowed eyes.
Ginny felt herself blanch and her mouth was suddenly agape.
"T-tonight Professor?" Ginny faltered. "Does… my detention… have to be with Malfoy?"
Professor McGonagall folded her arms over her chest and looked crossly down at her.
"Yes Miss Weasley", she answered curtly. "I believe you and he should get along better, and working together while scrubbing the floors I think is an excellent idea. You will do it, and you will not fuss. You will only be able to return to bed when Mr. Filch is satisfied with the floor".
Ginny nodded slowly and turned feeling as though the world was crashing down on her once more. Malfoy… he wouldn't try to hurt her with Filch there would he? Filch was a squib though… What good could he possibly do?
During lunch Draco sat in his seat looking quite miserable. His father had been outraged with him! He had had the bad luck of receiving the letter during a meeting of Death Eaters. He had sworn to Draco when he returned home for the holidays that Draco he would receive a beating like no other before. These were not things he wished to dwell on.
His mother had been much more lenient, and had asked him in a letter if he had hit back. Draco had sworn to her that he had not, his mother would have been outraged if he had physically stricken a witch, any witch for that matter. He did not know whether or not she believed him, but she would never need to find out.
On top of all things, Professor McGonagall had informed him during breakfast that he would be having detention later that night with Filch and Ginny. He longed to push her down a case of stairs, but hadn't had the luck of meeting her near any.
He rubbed his fingers across the fading bruise across his cheek. He had made sure anyone who said anything about his bruise, or the mishap in the corridor the week before, was personally cursed or punched in the face by either he himself, Crabbe, or Goyle.
Draco was not about to be made a fool of again. He would make sure Ginny got what was coming to her…
Pansy was seated across the table from him, and he had only just become dimly aware that she was looking at him with a thoughtful expression.
"What?" He asked slightly irritated, taking a gulp of his pumpkin juice.
She grinned stupidly. "What are you going to do to her Draco?"
He stared in disbelief. She knew very well that Filch was going to be there, what was he supposed to do? Get expelled.
He longed to smack her across the head but rolled his eyes instead.
"Not that bright are we this morning?" He settled on asking.
She gave him a pouting look after this remark. "Draco", she whined. "I was only asking! I want her to get hurt! I'll do something to her if you want! Me and Millicent!"
Draco considered this for a moment, it would be easier to get Ginny back with two girls hurting her. But he shook his head afterwards, he wanted to get revenge himself. Pansy looked disappointed and shoved a piece of toast into her mouth in a very unattractive manner.
The evening came quickly and Ginny felt her stomach churn in a familiar way. She stood in the fifth year dormitory and sighed sinking down onto her large four-poster bed. It was still a half hour until ten o'clock. In the dormitory, instead of Dinah, Katherine, and Leikela, was Colin, Hermione, and Lola.
Her flying lesson with Lola had not gone as well as she had hoped, she had fallen off the broomstick seven times! The last time she had been twenty feet in the air and would have broken her neck if Lola had not have caught her in time. She moaned and turned her head to the side to see Colin sitting opposite of her.
She wondered mildly when Colin became so accustomed to coming into the girls room so very casually.
"It won't be that bad Ginny", Hermione tried unsuccessfully in a soothing tone. "Filch will be there! Malfoy wouldn't dare try anything! And if he says anything, just tell him to shut his mouth".
"Yeah", Lola agreed. "If I were you, I'd try to hit him with a sponge!"
"No!" Hermione intervened sharply. "You'll get in even more trouble, Malfoy would tell on you that quick", she snapped her fingers.
"He's such a rat", Colin said mildly staring down at a fresh batch of photographs he had just developed, and everyone looked over at him.
Hermione frowned slightly in a disapproving way at Colin's presence, but no one else seemed to notice. Lola shuffled over and looked down at his photographs with interest.
"You know, you should be a photographer when you're older Colin", she told him.
"Really?" He asked excitedly beaming up at her. "I'd love to be a photographer! Especially in a the magic world!"
Ginny moaned and slowly sat up, she glanced down at her watch and sighed to see that only five measly minutes had passed.
Ginny took a black elastic from her bedside table and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, she had taken it out earlier that day. She could just imagine what she'd look like when she returned back to the Gryffindor Tower, probably smelling disgustingly like cleaner.
"I might as well head down there", she sighed.
"I'll walk you down", Hermione offered standing up directly in front of Ginny.
Ginny's eyes widened and she had to tilt her head up to meet Hermione's eyes.
"Okay", she agreed in a voice of one who was going off to die in a war.
It took a surprisingly short time to reach the dungeons and when she looked up at Hermione helplessly, Hermione merely looked down at her with a pitying glance.
"I can hear Filch in there already, so don't worry, you'll be fine", Hermione managed a weak smile before hurrying away.
Ginny sighed and pulled her school cloak, closer around her body. She slowly pushed open one of the doors to the dungeons and standing inside was Filch and Mrs. Norris. Despite Mrs. Norris being absolutely awful to the students, Ginny had always been quite fond of her. On the ground in two very large buckets filled to the brim was Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover. A few sponges and wash clothes were floating at the top.
Filch looked down at her and smiled wickedly, showing off his yellow teeth.
"Well, this is the first time I've had the pleasure of having a Miss Weasley in my presence", he cackled. "Might as well get to work".
She looked down at her watch that still read ten to ten.
"It's not ten yet though Mr. Filch", she said.
He seemed slightly taken aback that she had had added Mr to the front of his name. But his eyes narrowed and he bent down sweeping Mrs. Norris off the floor.
"Doesn't matter, get started Miss Weasley", he pointed to the dark dungeon floor.
Ginny stared down at the cold stone floor and shuttered. She could not imagine what was covering the mouldy, oily, disgusting, dirt encrusted floor. She wondered when it was the last time it was cleaned. Probably not for years and years…
Suddenly the door behind her clanged open and Malfoy appeared. A serge of hatred went through her small body and she placed her hands on her hips with narrowed eyes.
"Ah", Mr. Filch purred to Mrs. Norris. "Look who's arrived my sweet. None other then Mr. Malfoy".
Malfoy took in the large dungeon room, he caught sight of Ginny and his eyes narrowed hatefully. He then took in the buckets of cleaner.
"We're not using magic?" His eyes widened and he looked outraged.
"No", Mr. Filch seemed to be highly enjoying this moment. "Get to work students, or there will be hell to pay".
Ginny slowly walked to a bucket and went down to her knees. She grimaced at the touch of the dirty, icy floor. She rolled back her sleeves before dipping a sponge inside the bucket.
She began to scrub the floor and felt disgusted with herself.
"Get started Malfoy!" Filch barked so suddenly a moment later that Ginny shrieked in surprise and fell back hard.
Malfoy snickered at her before glaring darkly at Filch.
"This isn't what students do", he snapped at Filch.
Filch's eyes narrowed and he marched towards Malfoy. He and Filch were exactly the same height, and Ginny stared fearfully at the two. Would Filch hit him, or would Malfoy curse him?
"Get started", Filch said in one sharp sentence.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes into tiny slits but turned and stalked towards a bucket. He to went on his knees and began to reluctantly clean.
"Remember", Filch cackled once more. "You can't leave until I'm satisfied with these floors, so be in for a long night".
Filch sank down into an old wooden chair. He sat stroking Mrs. Norris who was purring contently.
Ginny scrubbed for an hour and her hands became raw and soar. She had been barely able to clean a single space, the floor seemed to be layered with dirt, muck, and slime.
"Weasley", Malfoy snapped from across the room. "This is all your damn fault!"
Ginny's eyes widened and she quickly looked across the room. Filch had fallen asleep along with Mrs. Norris!
"M-my fault!" She snapped angrily, beginning to scrub vigorously. "You cursed me Malfoy! You had it coming to you! I should have been able to hit you all I wanted! You're a low life slime ball!"
"Oh ouch Weasley, that one hurt", he smirked sarcastically.
Ginny looked up with a scowl, Malfoy had stopped working and was simply sitting on the floor, his back against the dark stone wall. He was smirking at her, but his eyes told of his hatred towards her.
"Scum", she muttered trying to remain calm.
She dipped the sponge back into the bucket before scrubbing hard once again.
"Tell me Weasley", Malfoy said comfortably stretching. "What's Potter been like lately? Does he still wince when he looks at you? Or has he trained himself not to yet?"
Ginny stopped scrubbing, her cheeks becoming red. 'Don't answer him, don't answer him', she kept repeating to herself.
Malfoy snickered and smirked as he always did. Had she ever seen him smile? She didn't think so, all he ever did was smirk like an idiot.
"How did it feel having to grow all that hair back? You should have asked the matron to make sure it came back another colour instead of a horrible red".
"Go crawl into a hole and die", she muttered.
Malfoy laughed and from across the room Filch snorted in his sleep. Malfoy scrambled to his knees just in case Filch was about to wake up, but he simply turned is head to the side and continued sleeping.
Ginny began to scrub once again…
There was silence for twenty minutes before Draco said something once again.
"Weasley"- he began but Ginny cut him off.
"Shut-up Malfoy!" She snapped.
She straightened on her knees and placed her hands on her hips, strands of hair coming loose and falling into her brown eyes.
Draco's eyes widened when Ginny straightened and glared at him with eyes of anger. Even in the dim lighting of the room he could see that the palms of her hands and her knees had become red. Her cheeks were flushed with colour and her brown eyes seemed brighter in the dark then usual. Some of her scarlet hair had come loose from her ponytail and had fallen across her cheeks.
She actually looked attractive…
Draco quickly shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts and smirked.
"Stop talking! I don't want to hear your voice! Just shut up for the rest of the detention!"
Draco tipped his head to the side in an enjoyable way. "Hm… no, I don't think I will".
Ginny gave him a very exasperated look and shook her head, pushing back the loose strands of hair.
Malfoy took this as a sign to continue. "You and Potter have any conversations lately?" He laughed wickedly as an image came into his head. "I can imagine you two, if you ever get married. Potter can show off his stupid scar and you could tell them what you plan on looking like in a few years. Hell, you should do the curse and show them. For a job you could be security, anyone who caught a glimpse of you would turn and run!"
Ginny whipped her head up from where she was scrubbing, her body shaking.
"How's that bruise doing Malfoy? Healing alright?" She demanded.
Draco's smirk faded and his eyes narrowed darkly at her as they had been doing all that evening. He lifted a hand and ran his fingers across the soft area of the bruise, but said nothing.
She then continued on with her work. Draco slowly got to his knees once more and began to scrub the area he had been working on before. He dearly wished to curse her, but if he did, he was sure to get detention once again.
'Damn Filch', he thought. He slowly lifted his eyes from the ground and looked up at Ginny once more. She appeared to be angry, and he was glad he had been able to infuriate her once again. Were all Weasley's that easy to get mad?
Suddenly Ginny threw her sponge to the floor and glared at him, he gave her a dirty look.
"What?" He snarled.
"You know what your problem is!" She snapped. "You're a jealous prat! You've always been jealous of Harry because he's famous and brave! You've always been jealous of my brother because he's better then you without even trying! And you've always been jealous of Hermione because she's ten times more clever then you could ever dream to be!" Draco could feel his body stiffen with hate and rage. "I'm not stupid Malfoy! I know exactly why you decided to humiliate me this year! You got bored with bugging them, because they won't sink to your level! So you got me in hopes of getting them furious and in trouble!"
Draco was silent for a moment, to angry to form any words.
"Aren't you a clever little witch", he finally spat. "I'm not jealous of stupid Potter and his hideous scar, I'm not jealous of your brother, I'd rather be me then be pathetic and poor like your family! And I'm especially not jealous of a disgusting mud-blood!"
"That's what you say", Ginny smirked, brushing a strand of scarlet hair from her face. "Everyone knows it, you're the only one who won't admit it though".
Draco could feel his fingers itching to grab his wand. How dare she? He, Draco Malfoy, jealous of Potter, Weasley, and Granger? He was not jealous of anyone! He was everything! He was a wealthy, pure-blood, Slytherin! Anything and everyone else was a pathetic form of life!
"I'd watch what you say Ginny", he breathed, trying to remain calm.
"What are you going to do?" She said, her face becoming serious. "You've already humiliated me in front of Harry and everyone else! I've been humiliated by you to many times this year to care all that much anymore! Go ahead and try it!"
Draco stared at her with darkening eyes. She was bluffing, he knew it all to well. She did indeed care, but was trying to sound brave. He could hear the quaver in her voice, and the fear behind her strong brown eyes.
Draco smirked and brushed a strand of white blonde hair from his steel grey eyes.
"Don't worry Weasley, I will".
Suddenly Filch woke with a start, as though someone had set off a gun. He leapt to his feet and stared down at the two students, of whom neither was doing any work. Ginny was on her knees, her hands on her hips, and her face quite red, and Draco didn't even have a sponge in his hand.
"What are you two dawdling for?" Filch roared. "Get back to work!"
Ginny and Malfoy had not been able to leave the dungeons until six that morning. They had scrubbed until their hands were bleeding and until they were falling asleep from exhaustion, mainly Ginny however.
Filch had sniffed in disapproval but had had to let them leave. He had personally escorted them to the hospital wing to have their hands (And Ginny's knees) heeled.
"Not even a layer gone from them floors", Filch kept muttering to himself. "Tell the headmaster I should, not trying hard enough. Both of you should return tonight and finish working on them".
Ginny whimpered and Malfoy growled. After having a stinging ointment applied onto their hands and knees, they were allowed to leave.
Ginny hurried down the halls as quickly as her tired body would allow her. Her knees could hardly bend from pain, and from being heavily bandaged. She leapt through the portrait hole hoping that Malfoy hadn't followed her.
She stood alone in the empty and dark common room. She couldn't believe what she had told Malfoy down in the dungeons. She had been so very angry with him, and was glad that she had not leapt on him in an attempt to knock his teeth out again. But sometimes words are more dangerous…
She felt her body shake as she weakly trudged up the staircase towards the girls dormitory. She had known she would regret what she was longing to say, but she had not been able to help herself. She had kept silent for an entire minute, and then she had gone and blown it. She would stay close to Ron for the next couple of days.
Sadly Ginny slept in the next morning, and there had been no one to help her get dressed. Her hands were still heavily bandaged and she was not allowed to remove them until after lunch.
Ginny had been miserable to find out she was going to be late for Potions, so she simply skipped it, feeling she couldn't take having Professor Snape scream at her and take points from Gryffindor.
She stood at the top step of the staircase leading down to the dungeons, waiting for the bell to ring so she could join her classmates on their way to charms class. She wrinkled her nose slightly, she wasn't exactly thrilled to be standing at the place she had come from only a few hours before.
The bell rang and then the noises of students could be heard. Colin was one of the last students to reach the top of the stairs, he was looking behind him with a strained expression on his face. Nearly stepping on his heels was Dinah, Leikela, and Katherine.
"Hi", Ginny said when the four looked up and saw her.
"Ginny!" Colin said with quite a relieved expression. "I was wondering where you were! I had to be by myself all of Potions".
"You weren't by yourself", Katherine snapped. "We were there".
Colin smiled weakly but didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry", Ginny said gently as the five began walking down the corridor together. "But I didn't get back to the dormitory until about six this morning! I was really tired, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything", she lifted up her hands to show them to her friends.
They all gave her a very sympathetic look. Ginny frowned but bit her lip to hide it and looked away. She didn't know why, but she was beginning to get tired of everyone giving her looks of sympathy.
Charms was quite uneventful for Ginny, she could do nothing but watch her friends perform difficult charm-work. However she was thinking through the entire class…
She had definitely gotten Malfoy very mad… She thought about the night before and pictured him in her head. His regular smirk had faded away and his cheeks had tinted pink. He had gotten so very angry that his grey eyes had turned in a raging storm… they had seemed strong and, well… attractive.
Ginny nearly shrieked in the middle of class, she frightened the wits out of a Hufflepuff behind her at the very least with her sudden movement. Her face was bright red and she was breathing quite hard, horrified at herself.
Had she, Ginny Weasley, just thought that Draco Malfoy, a disgusting, foul, disgraceful, Slytherin was attractive? Ginny felt her stomach turn. The ointment must have effected her head somehow, she wasn't thinking straightly.
She shuttered and felt dirty.
Lunch was quite enjoyable for Draco. He sat eating with a cold smile on his face, he was completely aware of Pansy giving him odd looks, but he didn't care.
Instead of going after Ginny that morning when they were released from Madam Pomfrey, he had gone the other direction. Not to Slytherin tower, but towards the owlery.
He had been so very angry, that his body was shaking.
'Stupid little witch', he kept thinking over and over again. 'How dare she! She, and that damn trio will all get what's coming to them now!'
He looked about the owlery and found a small piece of parchment and a quill. He quickly scribbled out a letter in his perfect scrawl and looked down at it afterwards.
Father, it began.
I know before you have asked if I could somehow bring Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger to you. I know that before you have also said it was to risky, and that I have agreed. But for an apology for my detention and your disappointment, I am willing to get them to you… at any cost father. I'll also throw in Ginny Weasley if I can get her. My deepest apologies and my love to mother,
Draco
Draco's eyes flashed slightly insanely. He would show her, he would show them all. He would finally be rid of them, he wouldn't have to worry about them anymore. With them gone, no one would be able to say he was jealous of them
Draco smirked and bit into a piece of toast, things were going good for him so far that day. He knew his father would be pleased, or say that it was still to risky, but would keep the idea in mind. Maybe the Dark Lord would be deeply impressed with him.
He thought about this for a moment and an evil grin spread across his lips. Things were definitely going good…
As Draco left the Great Hall he looked down at his hands which had returned to normal. He had watched Ginny from the Slytherin table remove her own bandages. He had watched her smile with relief when she saw they were back to normal. She had then disappeared under the table to remove her knee bandages and he had looked away.
He reached the top of the stairs in the main corridor to find that it was blocked off. Pansy was by his side, and Goyle and Crabbe were directly behind them.
"Move!" Pansy snarled.
The group turned to reveal none other then Ginny, Colin, Lola, and Granger.
"Shut-up you ugly pug", Lola snarled back placing a hand on her hip, Pansy hissed between her teeth.
Draco however was not looking at Pansy, or Lola. He had locked eyes with those of Ginny's. They both had their eyes narrowed, looks of peer venom being passed between them.
They silently insulted each other with their minds, both wishing dearly to say out loud what they thought of each other.
"Move", Malfoy spat finally.
Granger, who obviously didn't want anything to start took hold of Lola's sleeve and began to move her away. Both Pansy and Lola were scowling at each other with flashing eyes.
Colin leaped back immediately and Ginny began to step away. Malfoy stomped forward and on reflex his hand shot out and pushed Ginny backwards. Ginny gasped and suddenly Malfoy was being wrenched backwards, Ginny had grabbed onto his robes.
They both tumbled down the stairs, each stone step bruising them as they thumped all the way down.
"Draco!" He heard Pansy scream from atop the stairs as he fell.
"Ginny!" Three voices shrieked in stereo.
Ginny fell on top of him and Draco, who had already felt pain erupt in every part of his body, moaned dramatically as her weight sunk onto him.
"Get off!" He snarled as best he could.
Ginny pushed herself off of him and Draco pushed himself up on his hands from where he lay on his stomach. His hair had fallen down in front of his face and he was glaring darkly at Ginny who looked pale and frightened.
"You!" He snapped. "Tried to kill me!"
Before Ginny could reply, someone suddenly grabbed both of them by the backs of their school robes and yanked them roughly up off the floor.
Draco felt himself be set on his feet but Ginny nearly slipped and fell down to the floor.
"I already heard you two had detention last night for fighting in the halls!" Mrs. Arabella Figg hissed darkly, looking angrily from both Draco to Ginny.
Mrs. Figg had been the Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers for the last couple of years, she was an incredible instructor, but could deal out punishments like Snape could to the Gryffindors.
"Now this?" She nearly screamed the two words. "You both could have been killed! You both could have had your heads smashed in! You Mr. Malfoy, pushing her, and you Miss. Weasley taking him down with you! This is not how respectable students of Hogwarts behave", Mrs. Figg told them darkly. "I will not ask you both to apologize to each other, because I know neither of you will mean it", Draco was only mildly aware that everyone who had been at the top of the stairs, were now at the bottom forming a circle around himself, Ginny, and Mrs. Figg. "You will both have detention once more. No points will be taken from either of your houses, no letters home, but you will again be with Mr. Filch tomorrow night. I will inform you tomorrow what you shall be doing and what time. Good-day to you both!"
Mrs. Figg turned and walked stiffly away. Draco's eyes were wide as he slicked his hair quickly back. He couldn't believe he had just gotten another detention, he had momentarily forgotten about the pain he was feeling.
"You bloody wanker!" Lola shrieked at him a second later. "Look what you've done!"
"What I've done?" Malfoy hissed, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy standing close behind him now. "She brought me down the stairs, I did nothing but move her!"
"You pushed me you great prat!" Ginny snapped, still trying to stand on her feet. "Oh! I hate you so much!"
Then the four Gryffindors turned on their heels and stormed back up the stairs. Hermione having an arm around Ginny's shoulders, and Lola having an arm around her waist.
Draco couldn't believe his dumb luck, he had only just finished detention with Ginny, and now he had another with her the next night!
**** A/N whoa! Long chapter! That's alright though, I got a lot of stuff into this one. They did have conversations in this chapter, though not very 'happy', they were there! Please, I don't want this story to turn into anything like fluff romance, so WARN me if it starts going that way. I tend to start turning thingy mushy when I get into writing romance! Hope you liked the chapter! Please Read and Review and thank you to all the people that have already!