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Ginny kept running. She was late anyway. Her long red hair swept behind her. Mcgonagall had called her to meet someone in the library.
Still panting, Ginny reached the library, just to bump into a blond headed someone. 'Watch it, weasel' it said.
'Out of my way, ferret boy.' She said with a grimace. She was not in a mood for Malfoy.
Ginny sat on one of the chairs of the large tables. To her surprise, Malfoy sat in the front of her. 'Don't look at me like that weasel. I am not doing this out of my own will. Mcgonagall told me to wait for you her. It's about your tutor.'Malfoy said with a lump in his throat.
'I am he.' he said, gulping down with a mixture of disgust and self-pity.
At that moment Ginny felt like she was going to faint. Steadying herself with the help of her table, she looked at him in the eye, to see if he was kidding. The look in his eyes was one of pure misery. He was not kidding. ______________________________________________________________________
Later that evening.....
Ginny sat in the common room. Her long legs were crossed as he sat trying to figure out her transfiguration homework. It did not seem to make any sense to her. Just about as much as sense, as muggle mathematics seemed to Neville.
In a way it was a good thing that mcgonagall had given her a tutor. But why of why had it to be Malfoy. Ginny was in two minds about the whole situation. If she took the extra lessons, it would help her a lot in studies. On the other hand she would also be fraternizing with her worst enemy. But if she didn't take the lessons she would be in big trouble with her parents. Her grades were literally falling apart and they would discover her bad habit.
Ginny had started smoking. She had started about 2 months ago, smoking in moderate amounts. Of course, no one knew. She had kept it a secret from her family. However soon, her addiction grew. Luckily, that was the time she came to Hogwarts, where more than three quarters of the student population basically ignored her. It was easy to catch a quick smoke when no one missed you. However, she was afraid that with the increase in activities someone would discover her and soon the whole world would know about Ginny's terrible secret.
Packing her bag with her schoolbooks, he decided to visit the owlery before going to meet Malfoy in the school library. That was the best place to catch a smoke. Most students kept their owls with them and hardly ever visited the owlery, just resulting in it being totally deserted most of the time. _____________________________________________________________________
Draco put his bag down on the dresser in his room. He was pretty shaken by what he had just seen. Ginny Weasley smoking. He had always thought her to be a goody- goody that would never do anything unhealthy or wrong. Always one to abide be the ever-so-boring rule. He had smoked a while back and he had vowed never to let anyone fall into the hell he had been through. That included little ol' dull Ginny Weasley.
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(a/n) how was that? Short I know, but sorry I can't help it. I am on something of a writer's block. Bear with me. Any complaints, suggestions, thumb ups you know what to do. Just click that long blue button down there.
By the way, thanks for the three who reviewed me. The three of all helped me to go on with the story.
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Ginny kept running. She was late anyway. Her long red hair swept behind her. Mcgonagall had called her to meet someone in the library.
Still panting, Ginny reached the library, just to bump into a blond headed someone. 'Watch it, weasel' it said.
'Out of my way, ferret boy.' She said with a grimace. She was not in a mood for Malfoy.
Ginny sat on one of the chairs of the large tables. To her surprise, Malfoy sat in the front of her. 'Don't look at me like that weasel. I am not doing this out of my own will. Mcgonagall told me to wait for you her. It's about your tutor.'Malfoy said with a lump in his throat.
'I am he.' he said, gulping down with a mixture of disgust and self-pity.
At that moment Ginny felt like she was going to faint. Steadying herself with the help of her table, she looked at him in the eye, to see if he was kidding. The look in his eyes was one of pure misery. He was not kidding. ______________________________________________________________________
Later that evening.....
Ginny sat in the common room. Her long legs were crossed as he sat trying to figure out her transfiguration homework. It did not seem to make any sense to her. Just about as much as sense, as muggle mathematics seemed to Neville.
In a way it was a good thing that mcgonagall had given her a tutor. But why of why had it to be Malfoy. Ginny was in two minds about the whole situation. If she took the extra lessons, it would help her a lot in studies. On the other hand she would also be fraternizing with her worst enemy. But if she didn't take the lessons she would be in big trouble with her parents. Her grades were literally falling apart and they would discover her bad habit.
Ginny had started smoking. She had started about 2 months ago, smoking in moderate amounts. Of course, no one knew. She had kept it a secret from her family. However soon, her addiction grew. Luckily, that was the time she came to Hogwarts, where more than three quarters of the student population basically ignored her. It was easy to catch a quick smoke when no one missed you. However, she was afraid that with the increase in activities someone would discover her and soon the whole world would know about Ginny's terrible secret.
Packing her bag with her schoolbooks, he decided to visit the owlery before going to meet Malfoy in the school library. That was the best place to catch a smoke. Most students kept their owls with them and hardly ever visited the owlery, just resulting in it being totally deserted most of the time. _____________________________________________________________________
Draco put his bag down on the dresser in his room. He was pretty shaken by what he had just seen. Ginny Weasley smoking. He had always thought her to be a goody- goody that would never do anything unhealthy or wrong. Always one to abide be the ever-so-boring rule. He had smoked a while back and he had vowed never to let anyone fall into the hell he had been through. That included little ol' dull Ginny Weasley.
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(a/n) how was that? Short I know, but sorry I can't help it. I am on something of a writer's block. Bear with me. Any complaints, suggestions, thumb ups you know what to do. Just click that long blue button down there.
By the way, thanks for the three who reviewed me. The three of all helped me to go on with the story.