~*~Green and Gold~*~

By Kellyanne

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good…oh, I mean…I own nothing *sheepish grin*

Chapter 7

          She walked into the Great Hall that morning, her eyelids threatening to close with every step she took.

She hadn't slept at all the night before. She had stayed awake until almost five in the morning, her mind sensing unease, pain…fear.

When she finally fell asleep she felt like she had walked into someone else's dream.

It seemed like a family gathering, or a meeting, or something. Three people stood in a dark room, the only light produced by the blazing fire. The only girl in the room, obviously five or six, was punching at one of the two men's legs. That man had long, silver blonde hair that was almost white.

The other man said something and his voice seemed familiar, though she was too enthralled with the scene to realize whom it belonged to.

She realized that the longhaired man had a wand and…oh god, it was pointed at the little girl.

In a blur of movement and a flash of light, the girl was on the floor, clearly dead.

That was when she saw the younger man's face.

It was Draco.

This made her sit upright in her bed, knowing damn well that she would never get back to sleep.

Now, as she trudged through the Great Hall towards the Gryffindor table, she regretted falling asleep at all.

The dream had left her scared, her emotions choked back in her throat as though someone she loved had been killed.

When she sat down, she felt a pair of eyes locked on the back of her head. Turning, she met the gaze of Dra…Malfoy.

She almost smiled at the fact that he wasn't sneering, but knew better. Showing weakness would only make it easier for Malfoy to insult her.

She turned back around, waiting for the Dream Team to make their movie-star-like appearances in the Great Hall.

After about ten minutes of waiting, Ginny grew bored. She didn't feel like waiting for them anymore. She had wanted to tell Hermione about the dream, but they were all taking too long.

She stood and walked out of the room, bumping right into Harry. She fell flat on her butt.

And the first thing that came to her head: bloody git.

"Oh, sorry Gin," Harry said, offering her a hand. She accepted and brushed off the dust on her robes.

"Oy, Gin!" She spun around and saw Ron and Hermione rounding the corner. They were smiling and she saw that they were holding hands.

"Oy," She said in return, actually smiling. It took the two long enough to hook up. Ron had wanted to snog Hermione crazy ever since their second year, but he was too much of a git to ask her out, "I see you two are…um…happy."

Ron and Hermione both smiled, turning to look at each other lovingly.

At least two people in this school had found love, Ginny thought with a sigh.

After a very quick breakfast Hermione and Ginny walked off to Potions, their only class before the annual Halloween Hogsmeade trip. Ginny, though she was only a fifth year, had been asked to go by Dumbledore, who wanted to reward her for being in almost all advanced classes.

 She was extremely excited; last year Dumbledore had announced that only sixth and seventh years were allowed to go to Hogsmeade. This was due to an incident with a then-fifth year student, Seamus Finnigan. To put it nicely, he had some butterbeer…minus the butter…and he ended up nearly blowing up the Screaming Shack.

"Hermione, why do we have to go to our first classes? It's so pointless," She complained as they entered the dungeon classroom. Hermione stopped to look at her.

"Gin, you, of all people, should value your education. If we are allowed to learn, we shouldn't complain about it." With that, Hermione walked over to her seat next to Crabbe, leaving Ginny to roll her eyes.

"Are you going to walk, Weasel?"

She spun around and groaned at the sight of Pansy Parkinson, her hand on her hip.

"You can get through the door, Parkinson. You're not that big," She retorted, not wanting to allow Parkinson to ruin her good spirits.

Just like Ginny had expected, Pansy's mouth hung wide open, reminding her of a trout. 

After a moment, Pansy regained the tiny sliver of composure that she had, "You're gonna pay for that, Weasel!"

Ginny choked back laughter, as she looked the girl over. Not one ounce of muscle on her body…nothing that Ginny couldn't fight. She was a Weasley, after all. Having six brothers made it quite easy to learn to defend herself. And she had the Weasley temper, though she hid it well.

"Don't waste your brain cells thinking of come-backs for me, Parkinson. You don't have many to begin with." She walked to her seat with a grin, ignoring the look of astonishment on Malfoy's face.

"Blimey. Didn't think you had the Weasley temper along with the hair," Malfoy said after he got his jaw up from the floor.

"Guess you don't know much about me, do you?" She turned to him and raised an eyebrow, knowing that she was flirting. Who cared anyway? She was allowed to mess around every once in a while, even if it was with the boy who gave meaning to the word 'git.'

"Apparently not," Malfoy said in response, giving her his trademark smirk. Blimey, he had a nice smirk.

"Who knows? Maybe if you're a very good boy, I'll show you exactly what this Weasley can do."

Now Malfoy looked like a trout.

As the group of Hogwarts students started walking back from Hogsmeade, the wind began to blow and the clouds threatened to open.

Draco was walking at the back of the group, not feeling like dealing with Crabbe or Goyle or…ugh…Pansy.

The second they arrived this morning; she was on his arm like a leech, complaining about how Ginny had insulted her. Blimey, it was all he could do not to pull out his wand and make her mute.

So, now that he could think in peace, his mind drifted to Ginny. He smirked thinking about what she had said in Potions. She had taken him by surprise.

"Never would have thought a perfect, little Weasley could have the mind of a vixen," He murmured to himself. 

"What are you saying about my family?"

He spun around, coming face to face with the vixen herself.

"Where'd you come from?" He asked, glaring at her even though, inside, he was smiling.

"What? Hasn't mommy told his little boy about the birds and the bees?" Ginny said sardonically. Blimey, she was dishing out insults today…he liked it.

"What would you know about sex, Weasley? By the looks of it, you're as virginal as Potter."

Ginny smiled, her brown eyes glittering, "Harry isn't a virgin."

This caught him off guard…way off guard. Was this short, freckle-faced girl implying that she wasn't…that she had had…

"I'm glad to see that you and Potter finally did something more then stare at each other," He said bitterly, quickening his pace so that he was almost walking on top of Goyle.

Ginny, in turn, ran to his side and kept up his pace, "I never said I was the one who Harry lost his virginity to."

Then she ran ahead, "Hey, Hermione. Where've you been??"

She and Granger both began walking quickly, but Ginny flashed him a look that said, 'I've got friends to run to. More then you can say about yourself.'

He wanted to strangle her or make her unconscious or something…anything to make his blood stop boiling. The only thing he could think to do was walk right up to her and tap her on the shoulder.

When her face was looking into his he took her lips, gently, but forceful enough to tell her he was pissed.

What he didn't expect was her to push him away.

"Petrificus Totalis," She said harshly and he felt his body go stiff.

A/N- Thanks to Jacet Munku-JGSPTV, BeetleBon99, Becca, The Lady Sorcha of Sevenwaters, and, of course, Crystal, Princess of the coolest mental asylum in the world. (Hope your head doesn't blow up again) You guys all rock!!!!

Hmm…not that long of a chapter, but, hey, it's Christmas. Just in case you readers aren't HUGE Harry Potter losers like me, the spell that Ginny just used…um…six lines above this one, is the 'Full Body Bind' spell. Basically, she just made Draco go out like a light. Heehee, go Ginny. Hope you guys enjoyed.

Love from Kellyanne