Detention
Grumbling, Ginny made her way to Snape's desk after class.
"Miss Weasley, your assignment for detention is to report here promptly at 10 o'clock. You will clean and alphabetize my storage cabinet."
A cruel grin crossed Snape's face as he talked. His 'cabinet' was a disaster. Lizard eyes on the floor, newt scales on the walls. The place was in a terrible state.
Ginny groaned.
"Yes sir."
Eff. This would have never happened if Draco hadnt've made her late. Damn it all. He would pay. Ginny was sure of that.
At 9:57 Ginny headed out of the Gryffindor Common Room, and walked towards the dungeons. She knocked on Snape's classroom door, and he came and opened it.
"Welcome."
Was all he said as he let her in. The door to the storage cabinet was open, Ginny groaned. A dirty yellow bucket sat in the doorway to the small room, bubbles peeking over the top, and a green sponge laying next to it.
"You may leave once everything is cleaned and ordered."
Snape left the room, leaving Ginny to her cleaning. She headed towards the bucket, and looked down into it, green tinted bubbles held her reflection, and she made a face. She decided to clean the cabinet out first, so she stepped inside, looking around. Dirty glass jars covered every available space on the many shelves, and strange things were on the floor and walls. Multi-Colored slime oozed from the cracks in the walls, and dirty slips of parchment were scattered around the floor.
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Ginny stared at the now clean shelves, the walls were spotless, and the floor was mopped. Now for labeling. The red head sat down at a desk, picking up one jar at a time from the stack on the floor, she began to label them. Rather put new lables over the old ones just to save time. Footsteps entered the room, Ginny didn't look up, figuring it was Snape coming in to check on her progress, but the voice that spoke was not Snape.
"You look like you're having fun."
The drawling acid-like voice of Draco Malfoy reverberated off of the dungeon walls, ringing in Ginny's ears.
"Not particularly."
She answered, looking up, and dropping the black sharpie she had been using to label, and massaging the back of her neck as she watched Draco, who was watching her.
"Why are you doing this?"
Draco asked, leaning lazily against Snape's desk.
"You of all people should know. It's YOUR fault I'm here."
She glared, as she cracked her knuckles, each one making a short 'pop'-ing sound.
"Aww. Terribly sorry about that."
"Mmmhmmm. I have a lot of work to do, and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me to work."
Draco stood up straight, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't think I will leave. It's much more fun bothering you, than listening to Pansy talk my ear off in the common room."
Ginny sighed.
"Well It'd be much easier for me to get this work done if you'd LEAVE. NOW."
"But then I'd be bored. And besides, what makes you think that I'll listen to YOU?"
"Whatever. Just don't get in my way."
She sighed, picking up the sharpie and began to label again, acting as if Draco weren't there. Which was strange, for he was never ignored. Grawr. Ginny continued to work as Draco watched her from his place at the desk, his deep gray eyes watched her with a strange light. An interesting person she was. Little sister of that twit who hung around with Potter all the time. He almost felt sorry for her, not only for that, but because her family wasn't exactly 'well off' as was his own. Though Ginny still had pride as if there was no financial difficulties with her family. And she must have had courage, having been controlled by Voldemort himself when she was a mere eleven years old.
Ginny finished the last lable, 'Zaglats Bladder' and stretched her arms upward, her legs out beneath the desk, and her neck to the sides.
"Now to put them all back."
She got up, taking the first jar, 'Allbuzirts Tongue' and putting it up on the top shelf, continuing all the way across the first shelf in alphabetical order. Each time she grabbed a jar, she'd lean out of the doorway, Draco always watching her. She felt mocked, there he was, sitting lazily on Snape's desk now, just watching. Not making any attempt to help, just watching her. Asshole. Ginny never really liked Draco. Always seeming to be sneering, his almost white hair slicked back, looking exactly like his father. It was disgusting. Why did he always have to go around insulting people. Was it to make himself feel better? Or was he hiding something? Either way, Ginny didn't quite care. Well, maybe a bit.
She finally finished, walking out of the closet, and shutting it. Draco stood from the desk, smirking.
"Well done Weasel."
He commented with his oh-so-famous sneer.
"Sod off Malfoy."
Ginny retorted, shutting the closet and massaging her temples. Headache. Oy.
"Aww. Wittle Weasel upset?"
He teased, moving towards the door.
"As a matter of fact. Yes."
She glared, pushing past him out into the corridor. Draco looked after her, rolling his eyes, though he couldn't help but watch as she turned the corner and out of site. -sigh- Shaking his head, he went back to the Common Room, and up to his dorm before Pansy had a chance to say a word to him.
Ginny sighed as she slipped upstairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. Stupid git. Stupid detention. Stupid stairs. Ginny kicked one of the stairs, cursing loudly. Once in the Common Room, Harry and Ron greeted her.
"Hey Gin."
They said in unison, watching as she entered.
"What's wrong?"
Ron asked, raising an eyebrow at the expression on her face, looking like she was about to cry.
"Too many bloody stairs in this castle."
She replied, heading up to the Girls Dorms to bandage her foot. Damned stone stairs.
{Damn this chapter sucked.. Oh well.. . It's a snowday, and my brain is fizzlefizzle. And so I updated because I had nothing else to do. -shrug-}
Grumbling, Ginny made her way to Snape's desk after class.
"Miss Weasley, your assignment for detention is to report here promptly at 10 o'clock. You will clean and alphabetize my storage cabinet."
A cruel grin crossed Snape's face as he talked. His 'cabinet' was a disaster. Lizard eyes on the floor, newt scales on the walls. The place was in a terrible state.
Ginny groaned.
"Yes sir."
Eff. This would have never happened if Draco hadnt've made her late. Damn it all. He would pay. Ginny was sure of that.
At 9:57 Ginny headed out of the Gryffindor Common Room, and walked towards the dungeons. She knocked on Snape's classroom door, and he came and opened it.
"Welcome."
Was all he said as he let her in. The door to the storage cabinet was open, Ginny groaned. A dirty yellow bucket sat in the doorway to the small room, bubbles peeking over the top, and a green sponge laying next to it.
"You may leave once everything is cleaned and ordered."
Snape left the room, leaving Ginny to her cleaning. She headed towards the bucket, and looked down into it, green tinted bubbles held her reflection, and she made a face. She decided to clean the cabinet out first, so she stepped inside, looking around. Dirty glass jars covered every available space on the many shelves, and strange things were on the floor and walls. Multi-Colored slime oozed from the cracks in the walls, and dirty slips of parchment were scattered around the floor.
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Ginny stared at the now clean shelves, the walls were spotless, and the floor was mopped. Now for labeling. The red head sat down at a desk, picking up one jar at a time from the stack on the floor, she began to label them. Rather put new lables over the old ones just to save time. Footsteps entered the room, Ginny didn't look up, figuring it was Snape coming in to check on her progress, but the voice that spoke was not Snape.
"You look like you're having fun."
The drawling acid-like voice of Draco Malfoy reverberated off of the dungeon walls, ringing in Ginny's ears.
"Not particularly."
She answered, looking up, and dropping the black sharpie she had been using to label, and massaging the back of her neck as she watched Draco, who was watching her.
"Why are you doing this?"
Draco asked, leaning lazily against Snape's desk.
"You of all people should know. It's YOUR fault I'm here."
She glared, as she cracked her knuckles, each one making a short 'pop'-ing sound.
"Aww. Terribly sorry about that."
"Mmmhmmm. I have a lot of work to do, and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me to work."
Draco stood up straight, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't think I will leave. It's much more fun bothering you, than listening to Pansy talk my ear off in the common room."
Ginny sighed.
"Well It'd be much easier for me to get this work done if you'd LEAVE. NOW."
"But then I'd be bored. And besides, what makes you think that I'll listen to YOU?"
"Whatever. Just don't get in my way."
She sighed, picking up the sharpie and began to label again, acting as if Draco weren't there. Which was strange, for he was never ignored. Grawr. Ginny continued to work as Draco watched her from his place at the desk, his deep gray eyes watched her with a strange light. An interesting person she was. Little sister of that twit who hung around with Potter all the time. He almost felt sorry for her, not only for that, but because her family wasn't exactly 'well off' as was his own. Though Ginny still had pride as if there was no financial difficulties with her family. And she must have had courage, having been controlled by Voldemort himself when she was a mere eleven years old.
Ginny finished the last lable, 'Zaglats Bladder' and stretched her arms upward, her legs out beneath the desk, and her neck to the sides.
"Now to put them all back."
She got up, taking the first jar, 'Allbuzirts Tongue' and putting it up on the top shelf, continuing all the way across the first shelf in alphabetical order. Each time she grabbed a jar, she'd lean out of the doorway, Draco always watching her. She felt mocked, there he was, sitting lazily on Snape's desk now, just watching. Not making any attempt to help, just watching her. Asshole. Ginny never really liked Draco. Always seeming to be sneering, his almost white hair slicked back, looking exactly like his father. It was disgusting. Why did he always have to go around insulting people. Was it to make himself feel better? Or was he hiding something? Either way, Ginny didn't quite care. Well, maybe a bit.
She finally finished, walking out of the closet, and shutting it. Draco stood from the desk, smirking.
"Well done Weasel."
He commented with his oh-so-famous sneer.
"Sod off Malfoy."
Ginny retorted, shutting the closet and massaging her temples. Headache. Oy.
"Aww. Wittle Weasel upset?"
He teased, moving towards the door.
"As a matter of fact. Yes."
She glared, pushing past him out into the corridor. Draco looked after her, rolling his eyes, though he couldn't help but watch as she turned the corner and out of site. -sigh- Shaking his head, he went back to the Common Room, and up to his dorm before Pansy had a chance to say a word to him.
Ginny sighed as she slipped upstairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. Stupid git. Stupid detention. Stupid stairs. Ginny kicked one of the stairs, cursing loudly. Once in the Common Room, Harry and Ron greeted her.
"Hey Gin."
They said in unison, watching as she entered.
"What's wrong?"
Ron asked, raising an eyebrow at the expression on her face, looking like she was about to cry.
"Too many bloody stairs in this castle."
She replied, heading up to the Girls Dorms to bandage her foot. Damned stone stairs.
{Damn this chapter sucked.. Oh well.. . It's a snowday, and my brain is fizzlefizzle. And so I updated because I had nothing else to do. -shrug-}