A/N: Sorry fo not updating for a while, but I was a little stuck and did not know where to continue. So I hope, that you will like this chapter. I must admit, that Dumbledor might be a little bit OoC but it seems to me, that (in the first three books for sure) he sees everything in the funny way… - And I like it!! Thanks for reviewing. You are great!
Disclaimer: J.K.'s… think she is brilliant…
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Chapter 4: The war begins…The first run in with Malfoy that morning had caused Ginny to think. Throughout History of Magic she was wondering where the words she had said, came from. But everytime her thought's wandered around and she could tell that her mind drifted away to Malfoy, she could feel, yet again, anger rise in her chest. 'Calm down', she told herself, 'Malfoy is not even worse thinking about'. But yet again she noticed her anger rising again as Malfoys name was mentioned. 'That's weired,' she thought, 'really weired.'
Still, she was not the only one who was wondering. Colin sat in his chair, in the back of the class, next to Ginny and glanced at her every now and then. 'Where did that strength came from? Was it the little talk we shared before? Nah! That is nearly impossible. I doubt that. She had just realised that she can stand up for herself and then, a few seconds later she was insulting Draco Malfoy in a way, nobody would ever have, in fear for Malfoys revenge. Revenge…
"Oh no…" Colin whispered loud enough for Ginny to hear. She looked at him questioningly 'What?'. Colin took a piece of parchment and wrote a little note for Ginny. He passed the note to her. A frown appeart on her forehead as she read it.
'Just realised that Malfoy might be intimidated by your insults and wants revenge on you!'
'Revenge? He wants revenge?,' she thought, 'For that little insult? Oh touchy, aren't we? He insults other people on all means and when someone insults him, you gonna pay for it like there is no tomorrow. Just because he is a Mafoy? And in Slytherin? Somebody should teach this boy some manners.' She rolled her eyes. 'That is disgusting. The bell interrupted her thoughts and as she made her way out of the classroom, those thoughts seemed to be long forgotten.
Her next lesson was Potions. She loved Potions. It was something that came to her naturally without practicing too much. Potions was her favourite subject, although Snape was not her favourite teacher. Infact nobody liked Snape, exept perhaps…no! As she made her way to the dungeons, she felt eyes following her down the corridor. Suddenly she bumped into someone who seemed to have come out of nowhere.
"Weasley! Look where you're going or can't you see properly? Was your family not able to buy you glasses, cause they are so poor? Just ask Potter to lent you his."
Ginny took a deep breath. 'Malfoy!!! 'she thought; 'Glasses?? What is he talking about? He must be here on purpose! Must be here for revenge. Do not –and I repeat – do not let him get to you. It only makes it worse.' She knelt down in front of him to pik up the books she had dropt.
"That is the way it should be. A Weasley kneeling in front of a Malfoy. That's how things are naturally." She could almost feel him smirk at her.
Ginny took another deep breath. Within a moment she knew what she had to do and growing up with six elder brothers she knew how to do it. All of a sudden she grabbed his legs, pulled them to her, so that he fell on his back, his head knocking hard on the floor leaving him unconcious for a moment. The crowed that had surrounded them gasped. No one had ever, even if he had the guts, try to fight Draco Malfoy in any way, although 'The Dream Team' had tried to, but failed out of fear. After a few seconds of death silence the crowd began to murmur. Ginny took her books and straightend.
"Look Malfoy… You want me on my knees in front of you? (A/N: Okay this fic will actually be PG-13 but my naughty mind could not get that out. So if you are too young, please do me the favour and DO NOT understand what I am implying) That is a thing, that is never going to happen. Instead, a Weasley that kicked a Malfoy of his feet, seem to happen more often nowardays, doesn`t it? And I must say, that it is indeed a sight that I could get used to"
She smirked, turned around and began to walk off through the crowed. Malfoy, who got to his senses again, realised that he just had been humilated in front of the hole school, got to his feet in a second. In a calm voice, but still loud enough for Ginny and all the others to hear, he said: "That, little Weasley, means war! Be prepared"
Ginny stoped in her tracks. "Prepared?" she asked looking back over her shoulder innocently. "When it comes to you, Malfoy, there is nothing one must prepare for. To beat you is as easy as to learn how to eat. It comes naturally." With that Ginny turned and disappeared in the crowed. After a moment Draco turned and left, too.
Ginny went straight to her Potions lesson. 'Okay, what was that about? Have I just knocked Draco Malfoy of his feet? Have I actually attact him physically? Have I just told him, that the easiest thing in this world to do is insulting and humiliating him?' Ginny knocked her head on the table. One time…two times…three times, mumbling to herself "Stupid… stupid… stupid… no…. no... I did not do that. I could not have been that stupid, could I?"
"Well…well…well… Miss Weasley. I am delighted that you are early for you class, but distroying school property, should not be part of this rare time. Especially, when your parents cannot effort to pay for it." Snape smirked. "And mumbling to yourself, could get you to St. Mungos. Another thing what your parents, of course, could not affort, too." Ginny felt absolutley not in the mood to listen to Professor Snapes little speak. She took a quill and a parchment out of her bag and just thought that things could not get worse and that there are better things to think of than Snape, when she realised he had insultet her family.
At the same time in front of the Potions classroom:
People stared at each other, then realising that they had to head for their next lesson, walked off, talking to each other. When nobody was in the corridor anymore, Dumbledore steped out of the shadows. His eyes where twinkling and his body shook with silent laughter.
'Strange… very strange… Funny…quiete funny. Bringing those two together is a task to last a lifetime. As the prophecy said. Like fire and ice… they are ment to be. I think, I need to talk to Severus and Minerva.'
TBC
