Chapter 11:
Ginny wandered the hallways aimlessly, just like that time when she had run into Malfoy. She was just happy to be able to wander without all her housemates giving her dirty looks. The news had gotten out that she was innocent...The whole story wasn't out, but it was enough.
She decided on going down to see the house elves to see if she could get some food out of them. She was hungry!
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Draco prowled the halls of Hogwarts - the first time since his first year - alone. The stupid Weasley girl! She had no idea what she'd done, did she? Malfoy felt himself getting angrier and angrier. Why, if he came across her, he'd be liable to rip her head clean off.
He heard some whistling, and the bouncy cheerfullness of it infuriated him. He'd teach who ever it was a lesson. It sounded like it was coming from just around this bend...
Ginny Weasley!
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All of a sudden, Ginny felt herself slammed into a wall. She stared into the hate filled silver-grey eyes of Malfoy. "You!" he hissed. "Do you have any idea what you did? Do you?"
God, Ginny thought, he looks really sexy when he's angry...But then she tensed, ready to puke. Blame it on the sixteen-year-old girl's horomones. But she was more than a little frightened, Malfoy looked ready to kill. Hoping she didn't show her fear, she said, "Yeah, I embarrassed you. You know, Malfoy, murder is a federal crime..." She was broken off when Malfoy started shaking her.
"Shut up! You are so STUPID!"
"Oh, do enlighten me, Malfoy." Ginny hoped her voice wasn't shaking.
Malfoy slammed her back against the wall again.
"Physical violence can get you arrested, Malfoy," she choked out. Her back hurt like hell.
"You know what else can get you arrested, Weasley? Bringing god damn Voldemort back to life!"
The blood drained out of Ginny's face. "What? What did you say?"
Malfoy sighed, all his anger seeming slightly dissapated. "Voldemort. Life. Again. You just don't get it, do you Weasley?"
"No, I don't."
"You are so stupid."
All the comments about her stupidity were beginning to get to Ginny. "What is going on?!"
"I'll tell you what's going on," Malfoy said, "All the remaining Death Eaters are trying to bring The Dark Lord back to life. I don't know how, no one knows how, we just know that they're trying. And do you know why we know? Because I'm a bloody SPY!"
Ginny quieted him. "You probably shouldn't be talking about this in the middle of the hall." She pulled him into an empty classroom. "Go on."
"Nevermind, I shouldn't tell you this. I don't know why I am! I don't need to."
"Listen, Malfoy, you tell me the rest of the story RIGHT NOW," Ginny used her best Mrs. Weasley voice. Lucky for her, Malfoy shot her a confused glance, but continued.
"I'm a spy. Even though my dad's in Azkaban, the other Death Eaters trust me. Or at least, they trust their kids, who trust me. Well, maybe trust is the wrong word. I am the heir to the Malfoy fortune, and I am expected to carry on my family's..." Malfoy paused, unidentifiable emotions flickering across his face, "heritage." An ironic smirk played at the corners of his mouth.
Malfoy's eyes glittered with rage as he turned to Ginny. "And you made it seem like I was consulting with Gryffindors, as well as being weak. Now none of them tell me anything. And it is all your fault, Weasley. So when Voldemort comes back and he kills your family and friends, you have no one to blame but yourself."
Ginny swallowed. "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad!"
Malfoy gave her a look.
Ginny swallowed again, paleing a little. "Oh. Well, we'll figure something out."
"We?!? What is going on in your little head?! We? Ha. I'll do this on my own, thank you. I don't need a WEASEL'S help." Malfoy gave Ginny a scornful look and walked out of the room.
Ginny stared at his retreating back. 'I'll show him. He can't do everything on his own.' Then, torn between disgust at wanting to help a Malfoy, and wanting to prove to him that he was being pigheaded and he couldn't do everything by himself, Ginny walked out of the room, all thoughts of going to the kitchen abandoned.
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A few days had passed since Harry had found out that Ginny was innocent. At first, he had wondered why it made him so happy. Sure, he hadn't shown it that much, not like Ron had (He wasn't about to kiss Hermione!) but it was as if a great weight was lifted off his heart. Now that's a pretty cliched way of putting it, Mr. Potter, he thought. Gods, now I'm talking to myself.
He hadn't been able to figure out why. Sure, he liked her, but just as a friend, maybe a sister. Or at least, that's what he'd thought. Normally, Harry didn't go in for deep introspection, but for some reason, he thought this event heraled it.
After thinking hard for some while, he could come up with no reason why it affected him so. But then Ginny walked into the Common Room. He found himself watching her every movement. She saw him and smiled. "Hey Harry!"
To Harry's deep embarrasment, he blushed. "Uh, hi." He'd never really noticed before how cute she was...Stop that train of thought right there! Ron would kill him if he knew that he was interested in his sister...Aahhh! Fine. Just DON'T THINK!!!!!
"Harry? Harry? Are you in there?" Ginny sat down and knocked on Harry's forehead, grinning slightly.
Harry shook his head. "What? Oh. Hi. Um, how are you doing?"
Ginny laughed. "Doing fine, thanks. You?"
Harry tried to ignore her proximity. "Pretty well."
They both sat there in silence for a little while. Finally, Harry blurted out, "You going to Hogsmeade next weekend?"
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Ginny just stopped herself from staring at Harry, and answered, "Yeah, I'm going with my friends." Which was true. They'd been ever so contrite when they found out she hadn't really been consorting with Malfoy. So they planned on going together and just shopping and then hanging out at the Three Broomsticks.
But Harry had just asked if she was going...Asking a girl to go with you to Hogsmeade was the closest thing to a date one could have at Hogwarts.
"Oh, well see you there then!" said Harry cheerfully.
Oh, so he'd just wanted to know if she was going. Fair enough. "Yeah...see you there." Ginny got up and left, heading for her dormitory. Once she got there she settled in on top of her bed. 'If he had asked me, would I have said yes?' Ginny thought. 'Yeah, probably...' But something was holding her back. What in the world could it be?
Just then, Diane walked into the room with Julie and Hazel. "Did you see at lunch? Malfoy was walking around today, and all the Slytherins were laughing at him! Wonder what that's about!"
Malfoy. If Ginny hadn't been lying down she would've fallen over. Gods, if she was asked out by Harry Potter she might say no because of Malfoy? If it had been somebody else, she would've puked. Heck, she might puke anyway! Malfoy! Gag.
She totally, completely, absolutely despised Malfoy! So if Harry were to ask her (Very big if) she would definetly say yes.
Right?
Ginny wandered the hallways aimlessly, just like that time when she had run into Malfoy. She was just happy to be able to wander without all her housemates giving her dirty looks. The news had gotten out that she was innocent...The whole story wasn't out, but it was enough.
She decided on going down to see the house elves to see if she could get some food out of them. She was hungry!
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Draco prowled the halls of Hogwarts - the first time since his first year - alone. The stupid Weasley girl! She had no idea what she'd done, did she? Malfoy felt himself getting angrier and angrier. Why, if he came across her, he'd be liable to rip her head clean off.
He heard some whistling, and the bouncy cheerfullness of it infuriated him. He'd teach who ever it was a lesson. It sounded like it was coming from just around this bend...
Ginny Weasley!
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All of a sudden, Ginny felt herself slammed into a wall. She stared into the hate filled silver-grey eyes of Malfoy. "You!" he hissed. "Do you have any idea what you did? Do you?"
God, Ginny thought, he looks really sexy when he's angry...But then she tensed, ready to puke. Blame it on the sixteen-year-old girl's horomones. But she was more than a little frightened, Malfoy looked ready to kill. Hoping she didn't show her fear, she said, "Yeah, I embarrassed you. You know, Malfoy, murder is a federal crime..." She was broken off when Malfoy started shaking her.
"Shut up! You are so STUPID!"
"Oh, do enlighten me, Malfoy." Ginny hoped her voice wasn't shaking.
Malfoy slammed her back against the wall again.
"Physical violence can get you arrested, Malfoy," she choked out. Her back hurt like hell.
"You know what else can get you arrested, Weasley? Bringing god damn Voldemort back to life!"
The blood drained out of Ginny's face. "What? What did you say?"
Malfoy sighed, all his anger seeming slightly dissapated. "Voldemort. Life. Again. You just don't get it, do you Weasley?"
"No, I don't."
"You are so stupid."
All the comments about her stupidity were beginning to get to Ginny. "What is going on?!"
"I'll tell you what's going on," Malfoy said, "All the remaining Death Eaters are trying to bring The Dark Lord back to life. I don't know how, no one knows how, we just know that they're trying. And do you know why we know? Because I'm a bloody SPY!"
Ginny quieted him. "You probably shouldn't be talking about this in the middle of the hall." She pulled him into an empty classroom. "Go on."
"Nevermind, I shouldn't tell you this. I don't know why I am! I don't need to."
"Listen, Malfoy, you tell me the rest of the story RIGHT NOW," Ginny used her best Mrs. Weasley voice. Lucky for her, Malfoy shot her a confused glance, but continued.
"I'm a spy. Even though my dad's in Azkaban, the other Death Eaters trust me. Or at least, they trust their kids, who trust me. Well, maybe trust is the wrong word. I am the heir to the Malfoy fortune, and I am expected to carry on my family's..." Malfoy paused, unidentifiable emotions flickering across his face, "heritage." An ironic smirk played at the corners of his mouth.
Malfoy's eyes glittered with rage as he turned to Ginny. "And you made it seem like I was consulting with Gryffindors, as well as being weak. Now none of them tell me anything. And it is all your fault, Weasley. So when Voldemort comes back and he kills your family and friends, you have no one to blame but yourself."
Ginny swallowed. "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad!"
Malfoy gave her a look.
Ginny swallowed again, paleing a little. "Oh. Well, we'll figure something out."
"We?!? What is going on in your little head?! We? Ha. I'll do this on my own, thank you. I don't need a WEASEL'S help." Malfoy gave Ginny a scornful look and walked out of the room.
Ginny stared at his retreating back. 'I'll show him. He can't do everything on his own.' Then, torn between disgust at wanting to help a Malfoy, and wanting to prove to him that he was being pigheaded and he couldn't do everything by himself, Ginny walked out of the room, all thoughts of going to the kitchen abandoned.
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A few days had passed since Harry had found out that Ginny was innocent. At first, he had wondered why it made him so happy. Sure, he hadn't shown it that much, not like Ron had (He wasn't about to kiss Hermione!) but it was as if a great weight was lifted off his heart. Now that's a pretty cliched way of putting it, Mr. Potter, he thought. Gods, now I'm talking to myself.
He hadn't been able to figure out why. Sure, he liked her, but just as a friend, maybe a sister. Or at least, that's what he'd thought. Normally, Harry didn't go in for deep introspection, but for some reason, he thought this event heraled it.
After thinking hard for some while, he could come up with no reason why it affected him so. But then Ginny walked into the Common Room. He found himself watching her every movement. She saw him and smiled. "Hey Harry!"
To Harry's deep embarrasment, he blushed. "Uh, hi." He'd never really noticed before how cute she was...Stop that train of thought right there! Ron would kill him if he knew that he was interested in his sister...Aahhh! Fine. Just DON'T THINK!!!!!
"Harry? Harry? Are you in there?" Ginny sat down and knocked on Harry's forehead, grinning slightly.
Harry shook his head. "What? Oh. Hi. Um, how are you doing?"
Ginny laughed. "Doing fine, thanks. You?"
Harry tried to ignore her proximity. "Pretty well."
They both sat there in silence for a little while. Finally, Harry blurted out, "You going to Hogsmeade next weekend?"
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Ginny just stopped herself from staring at Harry, and answered, "Yeah, I'm going with my friends." Which was true. They'd been ever so contrite when they found out she hadn't really been consorting with Malfoy. So they planned on going together and just shopping and then hanging out at the Three Broomsticks.
But Harry had just asked if she was going...Asking a girl to go with you to Hogsmeade was the closest thing to a date one could have at Hogwarts.
"Oh, well see you there then!" said Harry cheerfully.
Oh, so he'd just wanted to know if she was going. Fair enough. "Yeah...see you there." Ginny got up and left, heading for her dormitory. Once she got there she settled in on top of her bed. 'If he had asked me, would I have said yes?' Ginny thought. 'Yeah, probably...' But something was holding her back. What in the world could it be?
Just then, Diane walked into the room with Julie and Hazel. "Did you see at lunch? Malfoy was walking around today, and all the Slytherins were laughing at him! Wonder what that's about!"
Malfoy. If Ginny hadn't been lying down she would've fallen over. Gods, if she was asked out by Harry Potter she might say no because of Malfoy? If it had been somebody else, she would've puked. Heck, she might puke anyway! Malfoy! Gag.
She totally, completely, absolutely despised Malfoy! So if Harry were to ask her (Very big if) she would definetly say yes.
Right?