A Formal Meeting
After Ginny and the others entered the Gryffindor Common Room, the redheaded girl departed from the group, and walked up the stairs towards the 5th year girls' dormitories. She opened the curtains to her four- poster, and fell face forward into her bed. The scent of 'Ginny' was all around. The scent of sunflowers and cinnamon filled her nostrils, as she lay on the hand made quilt that she had brought from home. She sighed softly. School sucked. Conflabbit.
"Gin? Are you alright?"
One of the girls who shared her dormitory, Alisse asked. Alisse was a chubby girl of 15. She had frizzy black hair, and large grey eyes that didn't quite seem to fit her face.
"Yeah, I'm fine Al." Ginny answered. "Just a bit tired is all."
"If you say so."
"I do."
"Fine."
Ginny grinned to herself, sitting up right.
"I'm going to get ready for bed."
"Alright Gin."
Ginny got off of her bed, and walked to her trunk, pulling out a pair of yellow pyjamas. Just a plain pair of flannel pants, with a matching button- up, short-sleeved yellow flannel shirt. She then went into the bathroom, and got dressed, brushed her hair, and her teeth. Then she went back out, and got in bed.
The Next Morning
"Dammit."
Ginny muttered she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Lisse? What time is it?"
"It's 15 till Gin! You better get up!"
"Shiznit!"
Ginny yelped, and leapt out of bed, she had overslept. She took a quick {and cold} shower, then got dressed, and hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall. She ate a quick breakfast, then headed towards Potions, her first class of the day. She was running, or, rather power walking, and wasn't watching where she went, when she ran into someone.
"Oof!"
She muttered, stumbling back.
"Excuse me."
A voice muttered, then when the cold gray eyes landed upon her.
"Oh. It's 'you' Weasley."
Draco Malfoy sneered, glaring at her.
"Malfoy. Would you kindly move your pratty bum so I can get through? I don't want to be late for Potions. I don't think I could deal with another detention."
Draco smirked.
"Well Miss Weasley, I think you should get your wake-up call a little earlier then eh?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Move."
"How about NO?"
Draco commented, resting a finger on his chin thoughtfully as he stared down at Ginny.
"How about Yes?"
Draco rolled his eyes.
"You think you're funny Miss Weasley?"
"Actually. No. I don't Mr. Malfoy. Do you?"
"I thought I was being sarcastic?"
"Sarcasm is a fickle thing Mr. Malfoy.Learn how to use it and you, yes, even YOU could be a comedian someday."
"That. Wasn't funny."
"Wasn't meant to be."
"Riiiiight."
"Just let me pass. Please?"
Ginny plead as she looked up at him. Draco casually lent against the wall.
"Why? You're going to be late either way."
"Thanks to you. If you hadn't stopped me, I'd be in class, getting my things out already."
"Your welcome Miss Weasley."
Draco smirked, then walked off, leaving the path free for Ginny. She sighed, massaging a temple, and headed further into the dungeons. Upon entering the Potions classroom, Snape's head snapped up.
"Well. Miss Weasley. How nice of you to join us today."
He spoke softly, though you could almost hear the acid dripping from every word that rolled off his tongue.
"Professor... It's not my fault... Draco Mal-"
She was cut off.
"Miss Weasley, excuses will not be taken lightly, you have detention. See me after class for your assignment."
She sighed, Draco was going to pay.
"Yes Sir."
Ginny muttered, glaring at Snape through cinnamon eyes. Then started setting up her things and went to work on her healing potion the class was working on.
{ Ech. This story sucks major wang. And my chapters aren't as long as the ones in my other story. But hey. Atleast. Well. Um. Atleast I.Atleast I can write semi-good right? -blinks- Oh well. }
After Ginny and the others entered the Gryffindor Common Room, the redheaded girl departed from the group, and walked up the stairs towards the 5th year girls' dormitories. She opened the curtains to her four- poster, and fell face forward into her bed. The scent of 'Ginny' was all around. The scent of sunflowers and cinnamon filled her nostrils, as she lay on the hand made quilt that she had brought from home. She sighed softly. School sucked. Conflabbit.
"Gin? Are you alright?"
One of the girls who shared her dormitory, Alisse asked. Alisse was a chubby girl of 15. She had frizzy black hair, and large grey eyes that didn't quite seem to fit her face.
"Yeah, I'm fine Al." Ginny answered. "Just a bit tired is all."
"If you say so."
"I do."
"Fine."
Ginny grinned to herself, sitting up right.
"I'm going to get ready for bed."
"Alright Gin."
Ginny got off of her bed, and walked to her trunk, pulling out a pair of yellow pyjamas. Just a plain pair of flannel pants, with a matching button- up, short-sleeved yellow flannel shirt. She then went into the bathroom, and got dressed, brushed her hair, and her teeth. Then she went back out, and got in bed.
The Next Morning
"Dammit."
Ginny muttered she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Lisse? What time is it?"
"It's 15 till Gin! You better get up!"
"Shiznit!"
Ginny yelped, and leapt out of bed, she had overslept. She took a quick {and cold} shower, then got dressed, and hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall. She ate a quick breakfast, then headed towards Potions, her first class of the day. She was running, or, rather power walking, and wasn't watching where she went, when she ran into someone.
"Oof!"
She muttered, stumbling back.
"Excuse me."
A voice muttered, then when the cold gray eyes landed upon her.
"Oh. It's 'you' Weasley."
Draco Malfoy sneered, glaring at her.
"Malfoy. Would you kindly move your pratty bum so I can get through? I don't want to be late for Potions. I don't think I could deal with another detention."
Draco smirked.
"Well Miss Weasley, I think you should get your wake-up call a little earlier then eh?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Move."
"How about NO?"
Draco commented, resting a finger on his chin thoughtfully as he stared down at Ginny.
"How about Yes?"
Draco rolled his eyes.
"You think you're funny Miss Weasley?"
"Actually. No. I don't Mr. Malfoy. Do you?"
"I thought I was being sarcastic?"
"Sarcasm is a fickle thing Mr. Malfoy.Learn how to use it and you, yes, even YOU could be a comedian someday."
"That. Wasn't funny."
"Wasn't meant to be."
"Riiiiight."
"Just let me pass. Please?"
Ginny plead as she looked up at him. Draco casually lent against the wall.
"Why? You're going to be late either way."
"Thanks to you. If you hadn't stopped me, I'd be in class, getting my things out already."
"Your welcome Miss Weasley."
Draco smirked, then walked off, leaving the path free for Ginny. She sighed, massaging a temple, and headed further into the dungeons. Upon entering the Potions classroom, Snape's head snapped up.
"Well. Miss Weasley. How nice of you to join us today."
He spoke softly, though you could almost hear the acid dripping from every word that rolled off his tongue.
"Professor... It's not my fault... Draco Mal-"
She was cut off.
"Miss Weasley, excuses will not be taken lightly, you have detention. See me after class for your assignment."
She sighed, Draco was going to pay.
"Yes Sir."
Ginny muttered, glaring at Snape through cinnamon eyes. Then started setting up her things and went to work on her healing potion the class was working on.
{ Ech. This story sucks major wang. And my chapters aren't as long as the ones in my other story. But hey. Atleast. Well. Um. Atleast I.Atleast I can write semi-good right? -blinks- Oh well. }