For Disclaimers etc see first part.




"So Miss Weasley", came a cold, malevolent voice from behind her. "You are somehow exempt from morning lessons now, are you? Please, do tell me what makes YOU so special."

"Ahhh....." Ginny stammered, turning to face a rather pleased looking Potions master.

"Well then, it would appear that you are at least 3 and 3/4 minutes late for your first class." Snape said as he folded his arms across his chest and began smirking in a most malicious manner. "500 points from Gryfindor!" he snapped.

This at least had the effect of dragging poor Ginny out of her earth shattering haze.
"WHAT!" she screamed. "500 hundred points?..... But the term has barely even started - we don't even have 500 points" she spluttered.

"Now, now Miss Weasley, didn't your mother ever teach you manners? Its not nice to talk back to your elders - 500 points from Gryfindor!"

"?!....." Ginny didn't even bother to reply to that one.

"Tut tut" Snape smirked at her "500 points from Gryfindor for breathing, Miss Weasley." He then turned and merrily skipped out of the Great Hall, cackling happily all the way to his dungeon, looking altogether more cheerful than Ginny could ever remember seeing him.

"Well, Damn!" exclaimed Ginny as she turned and raced towards her dorm room.

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"Phew" sighed Ginny as she collapsed, exhausted on to her four poster.

'Oh well I'm only 5 and a bit minutes late now' she thought happily as she glanced at the muggle wrist watch that Harry had given her for Christmas last year. 'Well, at least that's what I think it says........'

'Damn muggle contraptions!' she pouted.

However Ginny soon remembered why exactly it was that she was late for class. She stoped pouting.

The 5th year rolled over, and drew the silly muggle book out from under her pillows.
She rolled back over, comfortably settling herself in the middle of the bed, then opened the book, with a rather large sigh, and an increasingly dismal look on her face.

She slowly examined the numerous dribble marks, caused by constantly hugging the book to herself as she slept; the 'kissage' marks, in various shades of lipstick and lip gloss, scattered randomly throughout; and finally she looked at the 'crowning glory' - the pretty little picture she had doddle at the front of the book of herself and Hermione as Cathy and Heathcliff.
Hmmm, Nope! She definitely couldn't give this back now.

"Damn muggle contraptions!" She pouted once again' as she slowly extracted herself from the bed.

Well, Ginny decided, this certainly called for a whole lot of research - she was just going to have to magic everything all better again.
Now all she had to do was get out of the rest of her classes.

Still they didn't call her a Weasley for nothing, she thought to herself, grinning for the first time in small while, as she came up with a rather Ron like plan.

She quickly grabbed a scrap of parchment and a quill, and began to scribble a quick note.
Surely Ron wouldn't mind if she borrowed Pigwigeon for a little bit. No in fact, she thought, he'd probably be quite proud.

Professor Trelawney, (she wrote)

Sorry I haven't turned up for today's lesson yet, but I awoke this morning from the most distressing dream.

You see I dreamt that while attending your class, a part of the ceiling collapsed ontop of me, and crushed me, slowly and painfully, to death.

I think therefore that you will be able to understand my absence.
Also it would really help if you could let the other professors know that I will not be attending their lessons either.

Yours in everlasting gratitude,

Ginny Weasley.

Ps : This vision seriously shows the vast improvement I have made in your class this year.
- That's got to be worth at least 1500 points for Gryfindor wouldn't you say?!


TBC....