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She watched the sorting, but she wasn't paying attention. Ginny looked up at the sky; she knew she should be in Slytherin, but she had been sorted already. McGonagall said she could do it again, and that she would. She heard her name called. "Wesley, Ginny!" People whispered as she stood up from the Gryffindor table and made her way to the front of the room. "Why is she getting resorted?" "Shouldn't she be in Gryffindor?" She ignored the whispers as she sat down on the three legged stool, and the old hat was placed on her head; it still slid down over her eyes. "Hmm... A nice and clever mind... But ambition rules over it greatly... And many other qualities a Slytherin should have..." She heard it say in her mind. "SLYTHERIN!" It yelled aloud and a smile crossed her lips as she hat was taken off her head. "Bloody hell!" Ron yelled. How could his own sister not be in Gryffindor? There just had to be a mistake!
But no, there was no mistakes made when it came to the sorting of houses. Except for Ginny. The mistake it had made was putting her in Gryffindor, but it had corrected that mistake now.
The Slytherins cheered, although most of them half-heatedly. She would show them that she wasn't the Ginny Weasley they thought she was. She would rearrange their way or thinking about her. No more 'Little, Innocent Ginny.'
Draco made Pansy move, and she stood up in a fluster and walked to sit with her friends. How DARE he insult her like that! And it was her fault. She would pay. Yes... Pansy started to form a plan in her mind and whispered to her friends, although no one else could hear them.
Ginny sat down next to Draco when he beckoned for her to, and neither were listening when Dumbledor started to make his speech. It was the same speech he made every year; there was nothing new. After the speech was done, the mouthwatering food appeared in front of them.
Ron, at the Gryffindor table, soon forgot about what had happened to his sister when the food appeared, and proceeded to stuff his face best he could. Harry mimicked Ron, and got a good slap over the head from Hermione, and then they ate in peace.
Draco however, when he started to eat, didn't stuff food into his mouth. He chewed his food before swallowing(*gasp* *Others gasp* Gasp damnit, gasp! *Yells at you* Good), like you're supposed to, except Ron didn't seem to be chewing his at all.
When the feast was done, Ginny was the first to stand up. "I have to go look at some of the books I was given," she said quickly to Draco before leaving.
Ginny had found out when she had gotten to Hogwarts this year that she was to partake in fifth year classes, instead of fourth year. Mcgonagall was convinced that Ginny could do fifth year transfiguration better then a seventh year, and that was not the only reason she was transferred. She excelled in other classes as well, just not on tests, which made her get C's.
Pansy and a few others soon chose to take their leave as well, walking in the same direction as Ginny. But, that was to be expected.
It was, after all, the way to the Slytherin common room, so Draco didn't see anything wrong with it. He did have a fleeting thought, though, so after a few minutes he decided to follow the girls. The blonde haired boy walked to the entrance to the Slytherin common room, but found no one. He looked around him and soon spotted some blood. It might have been where someone fell and scraped their elbow or knee on the cold, stone floor.
He started to follow the trail of blood that he soon found. He could hardly keep in the gasp that wanted to force it's way out of his mouth upon what he found before him.
Ginny was in a little ball; her wand apparently had been thrown down the hall, because it could just be seen. She was shaking violently, and Draco immediately knew what was wrong with the girl. Thoughts raced quickly through his mind as he knelt down at her side; she had physical wounds as well, not just magical, but he would deal with the magical one first.
He whipped out his wand and quickly muttered the counter curse to the crucio curse, and Ginny soon stopped shaking. Draco knew it would still hurt for some time, but it did not hurt as much when the horrible curse was taken off.
Little did Draco know that it was not only the curse that was paining her. Below her sleeve, on her right arm, a mark was being burnt into her skin. She bit her lip so not to cry out, and Draco was confused. The mark under the fabric twisted until it formed a skull, with a snake coming out of it's mouth.
The pain faded away soon and she relaxed, despite her physical condition. "Ginny?" Draco said in a whisper and he slowly and gently uncurled her from her little ball; she looked like she had been beaten.
Ginny looked down at herself for a moment and sighed a bit; she would have to do the healing herself, seeing as she couldn't explain this to the nurse. She didn't even seem to notice Draco was there until she looked directly at him. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, flinching as pain flared up her left arm and she fell back down as a colorful string of words escaped her delicate lips.
Draco helped her sit up with gentle hands and asked her, "What happened?" His voice was a bit quiet; he had never seen anyone his age beat someone like this. And to put the Crucio curse on them... In Hogwarts, too. How stupid that person was!
"It was... Pansy and some of her friends..." Ginny managed to get out, trying vainly to ignore the burning sensation on her arm. She knew she did not need to explain what had happened. Ginny saw on his face that was lit by the torch lights, that he knew what had happened to her.
A growl slowly arose from Draco's throat when he heard Pansy's name. The school slut, none the less. But she did have friends, some of which would help her with this. He sighed a bit as he looked back at Ginny; his eyes no longer looked like the eyes of a young boy who insulted The Wesleys and the golden three, but he looked like an old man. An old man who had been tortured.
Ginny looked away from him then, not wanting to see the awful weariness in his eyes. She felt arms wrap around her and ever-so-gently pick her up beneath her knees and back. She settled up against his chest as Draco started to walk; she didn't need to see him to know it was Draco. She just knew. The small girl in Draco's arms was soon fast asleep.
Draco was maddened beyond belief. How could a fellow deatheater do this to someone in a place like this? What if they had been caught? What if he hadn't caught Ginny in time? He knew the answer to this question. Ginny would have died there. She needed healing, and fast. But who could he go to?
He immediately changed his direction towards the stairs as he whipped out his wand. Draco was never the best at healing. He could destroy something, but building it up again was another story. He had never been taught well by anyone, except the charms teacher.
The blonde haired boy knew of a person who could help Ginny though. And that girl would willingly help the young girl in his arms. He cast an invisibility spell on both of them before he finished getting up the stairs, then made his way towards the library where he was sure he would find Hermione Granger.
A/N: Please tell me if I spelt something wrong. I'll start the next chapter soon, hopefully.
She watched the sorting, but she wasn't paying attention. Ginny looked up at the sky; she knew she should be in Slytherin, but she had been sorted already. McGonagall said she could do it again, and that she would. She heard her name called. "Wesley, Ginny!" People whispered as she stood up from the Gryffindor table and made her way to the front of the room. "Why is she getting resorted?" "Shouldn't she be in Gryffindor?" She ignored the whispers as she sat down on the three legged stool, and the old hat was placed on her head; it still slid down over her eyes. "Hmm... A nice and clever mind... But ambition rules over it greatly... And many other qualities a Slytherin should have..." She heard it say in her mind. "SLYTHERIN!" It yelled aloud and a smile crossed her lips as she hat was taken off her head. "Bloody hell!" Ron yelled. How could his own sister not be in Gryffindor? There just had to be a mistake!
But no, there was no mistakes made when it came to the sorting of houses. Except for Ginny. The mistake it had made was putting her in Gryffindor, but it had corrected that mistake now.
The Slytherins cheered, although most of them half-heatedly. She would show them that she wasn't the Ginny Weasley they thought she was. She would rearrange their way or thinking about her. No more 'Little, Innocent Ginny.'
Draco made Pansy move, and she stood up in a fluster and walked to sit with her friends. How DARE he insult her like that! And it was her fault. She would pay. Yes... Pansy started to form a plan in her mind and whispered to her friends, although no one else could hear them.
Ginny sat down next to Draco when he beckoned for her to, and neither were listening when Dumbledor started to make his speech. It was the same speech he made every year; there was nothing new. After the speech was done, the mouthwatering food appeared in front of them.
Ron, at the Gryffindor table, soon forgot about what had happened to his sister when the food appeared, and proceeded to stuff his face best he could. Harry mimicked Ron, and got a good slap over the head from Hermione, and then they ate in peace.
Draco however, when he started to eat, didn't stuff food into his mouth. He chewed his food before swallowing(*gasp* *Others gasp* Gasp damnit, gasp! *Yells at you* Good), like you're supposed to, except Ron didn't seem to be chewing his at all.
When the feast was done, Ginny was the first to stand up. "I have to go look at some of the books I was given," she said quickly to Draco before leaving.
Ginny had found out when she had gotten to Hogwarts this year that she was to partake in fifth year classes, instead of fourth year. Mcgonagall was convinced that Ginny could do fifth year transfiguration better then a seventh year, and that was not the only reason she was transferred. She excelled in other classes as well, just not on tests, which made her get C's.
Pansy and a few others soon chose to take their leave as well, walking in the same direction as Ginny. But, that was to be expected.
It was, after all, the way to the Slytherin common room, so Draco didn't see anything wrong with it. He did have a fleeting thought, though, so after a few minutes he decided to follow the girls. The blonde haired boy walked to the entrance to the Slytherin common room, but found no one. He looked around him and soon spotted some blood. It might have been where someone fell and scraped their elbow or knee on the cold, stone floor.
He started to follow the trail of blood that he soon found. He could hardly keep in the gasp that wanted to force it's way out of his mouth upon what he found before him.
Ginny was in a little ball; her wand apparently had been thrown down the hall, because it could just be seen. She was shaking violently, and Draco immediately knew what was wrong with the girl. Thoughts raced quickly through his mind as he knelt down at her side; she had physical wounds as well, not just magical, but he would deal with the magical one first.
He whipped out his wand and quickly muttered the counter curse to the crucio curse, and Ginny soon stopped shaking. Draco knew it would still hurt for some time, but it did not hurt as much when the horrible curse was taken off.
Little did Draco know that it was not only the curse that was paining her. Below her sleeve, on her right arm, a mark was being burnt into her skin. She bit her lip so not to cry out, and Draco was confused. The mark under the fabric twisted until it formed a skull, with a snake coming out of it's mouth.
The pain faded away soon and she relaxed, despite her physical condition. "Ginny?" Draco said in a whisper and he slowly and gently uncurled her from her little ball; she looked like she had been beaten.
Ginny looked down at herself for a moment and sighed a bit; she would have to do the healing herself, seeing as she couldn't explain this to the nurse. She didn't even seem to notice Draco was there until she looked directly at him. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, flinching as pain flared up her left arm and she fell back down as a colorful string of words escaped her delicate lips.
Draco helped her sit up with gentle hands and asked her, "What happened?" His voice was a bit quiet; he had never seen anyone his age beat someone like this. And to put the Crucio curse on them... In Hogwarts, too. How stupid that person was!
"It was... Pansy and some of her friends..." Ginny managed to get out, trying vainly to ignore the burning sensation on her arm. She knew she did not need to explain what had happened. Ginny saw on his face that was lit by the torch lights, that he knew what had happened to her.
A growl slowly arose from Draco's throat when he heard Pansy's name. The school slut, none the less. But she did have friends, some of which would help her with this. He sighed a bit as he looked back at Ginny; his eyes no longer looked like the eyes of a young boy who insulted The Wesleys and the golden three, but he looked like an old man. An old man who had been tortured.
Ginny looked away from him then, not wanting to see the awful weariness in his eyes. She felt arms wrap around her and ever-so-gently pick her up beneath her knees and back. She settled up against his chest as Draco started to walk; she didn't need to see him to know it was Draco. She just knew. The small girl in Draco's arms was soon fast asleep.
Draco was maddened beyond belief. How could a fellow deatheater do this to someone in a place like this? What if they had been caught? What if he hadn't caught Ginny in time? He knew the answer to this question. Ginny would have died there. She needed healing, and fast. But who could he go to?
He immediately changed his direction towards the stairs as he whipped out his wand. Draco was never the best at healing. He could destroy something, but building it up again was another story. He had never been taught well by anyone, except the charms teacher.
The blonde haired boy knew of a person who could help Ginny though. And that girl would willingly help the young girl in his arms. He cast an invisibility spell on both of them before he finished getting up the stairs, then made his way towards the library where he was sure he would find Hermione Granger.
A/N: Please tell me if I spelt something wrong. I'll start the next chapter soon, hopefully.