*~Chapter Two~*
Ginny dropped her books off in her dorm and sat down on her bed. Dinner was in twenty minutes and she was going to relax a bit. She took off her shoes, tie, and cloak before whipping out her sketch book and leaning against the head of the bed. Ginny held the quill to her mouth and tried to block out the noise of her room mates as they came in. Fifteen minutes later she looked down and noticed what she had drawn, a ferret burrowing through her bed sheets. Stupid Malfoy, however she had to admit that the picture was pretty funny. She wouldn't rip it out. "Gin Gin, come on its dinner time," her dorm mate Aino Miounette said in a high sickly sweet voice. Ginny smiled, "Of course I can count on you to know when my meals are. I could set my watch by when your stomach growls." Aino crinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out. "Come on I'm huuungry," she whined pathetically. "Fine, fine, I'm coming let me get ready," Ginny said as she put on her shoes.
Ten minutes later Ginny watched incredulously as Aino packed in food like she was about to go through a famine "I don't know how you do it," Ginny said amazed. Aino smiled and burped delicately. She had the rare and enviable gift of being able to eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and still remain the same tall slim size seven. "What was up with you today in Charms Gin," Britta Halstein asked twirling her shoulder length brown hair. Ginny rolled her eyes, "Oh I ran into Malfoy," she said. "Ooh," Aino said, "and what happened?" Ginny nodded her head, "I ran into him." Aino smiled 'knowingly' "No really Gin you can tell us what happened, I mean come on we are your friends." Ginny nodded again, "No really I ran into him. Books went flying, I dropped my bag, you know the usual stuff that happens when two people collide." Aino opened her mouth and then quickly stuffed food into it to hide her embarrassment at the stupidity of her comments as Ginny and Britta snickered.
Ron walked over to his sister. Britta sighed and a crack of drool escaped her mouth, Aino leaned over with a smirk and wiped it off. Ron tapped Ginny on the shoulder and she rose from her seat to talk to him, wiping her hands on a napkin as she did so. "So Gin, will you be there Saturday to root for me as I win the match," he asked with a falsely conceited voice. He pretended he didn't care but there was a hopeful questioning in his eyes. The girls may think he was gorgeous but the most appealing part was the way he was friendly and shy toward all of them. Plus he was a very sweet guy but he had a need to pester his sister with his constant sarcastic humor.
"Oh sorry Ron but after consulting my extremely busy social calendar I've discovered it won't be possible for me to devote any of my precious time to my family," Ginny said patting Ron's shoulder.
Ron grinned, "So that's a yes?"
"Did it sound like a yes?"
"No."
"Then it's a yes."
"Wait, that made no sense."
"I know Ron but I already told you I would be there so could you please just go away and trust me when I say I'll do something," Ginny asked him exasperatedly.
Ron smiled and ruffled his sister's hair like a dog before going back to where his friends sat. Harry and Hermione waved to her politely and she waved back before sitting down.
"I saw that," Aino said to her as she sat down.
"Saw what?"
"Harry waved at you. Oooh somebody's getting a hook up." She said cheering noisily.
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Oh please Aino you assume so easily. I mean you thought Ron wanted Britta because he helped her to the Hospital wing when he accidentally tripped her in the hallway."
"But he offered himself."
"Because it was his fault."
"But he carried her."
"She sprained her ankle."
"He held her tightly."
"So he didn't drop her."
"You're so unromantic."
"You're so overdramatic."
"Am not,"
"Are to,"
"Am not,"
"Are to,"
"Am NOT," "GIRLS," Britta broke in. "People are staring." And people were, luckily only half of the Gryffindors had noticed the 'little' argument before it got bigger.
"But Ginny you're more right than Aino, he was really nice about it and we talked all the way up to the wing and he came up to check on me later that day," Britta said blushing slightly. "Ah ha," Aino said triumphantly "And it was only last week." "Stop celebrating Aino. Ginny was right not you he doesn't 'want' me, and if he did he wouldn't take advantage of a person in a situation like that." Aino shrugged
"Whatever, it's gonna happen and then you'll thank me for telling you in advance. After all I can, 'See deeply into the fates of those dear to me'," She said with a dreamy look like she was amazed with her talents. Ginny cocked her eyebrow, "And I suppose Trelawny told you that." Aino nodded, "Uh huh." The two other girls rolled their eyes.
"Aino, if Trelawny told you that one day you would try to destroy all things anime, you would believe her." This was saying a lot considering how obsessed with anime Aino was, but she didn't argue.
As they were leaving the great hall a small argument broke out between two Slytherin girls. Malfoy could be heard breaking it up with, "Girls, girls, don't fight over something as small as this. Now if you were fighting over me, then I could understand your problem." Ron caught up to his sister and her friends and walked alongside Britta for a bit.
"So will you be at the match Saturday too?"
Britta smiled, "Yeah I think I will."
"That's cool I'll see you there."
Britta smiled as he walked away and said to her friends, "Catch me if I faint." She didn't notice Hermione giving her the most withering glare possible for a sixteen year old girl to give.
Saturday came and the last Quiddith match of the year took place Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Everyone woke up and got dressed in their uniforms most leaving their robes behind in favor of letting the warm May air touch their skins. Phoenix had ditched every piece of clothing possible leaving one her skirt, white button up blouse and her shoes, the same dress was viewed on Vennala, Isis, Felinei, Aino, Britta, and Ginny as they walked together toward the stadium. "Who supports our troops, come on Gryffindors get your stickers. If you support our troops come get a sticker." Aino was holding up long lines of wax paper with stickers Dean had helped her make. They depicted the gold Gryffindor lion roaring as always, and circling around it in crimson were the words, "I Support our troops."
"Come on Nix you support our troops have a sticker," Aino said turning to her friend. Ginny put her hand on her forehead and groaned, "Oh my God." The rest of the girls giggled at Aino's puzzled face. "What," she asked confused. Felinei patted her on the shoulder, "I think I can clear this up. Um those are Gryffindor support stickers." "Yeah, so?" "She's a Slytherin." Aino blushed but Phoenix quickly lightened the mood by grabbing a sticker and smacking it onto her bum before going back to Vennala where they were writing, "Sexy Malfoy," and "I 'heart' Draco," on large pieces of paper.
The group parted ways at the entrance each of them heading to where their houses were stationed. The Slytherin and Gryffindor teams were flying about the field showing off and warming up. Draco was at a vantage point being so high up he could see everything thing that went on as he swooped about on his shiny Wind Dancer. After two years of his Nimbus 2001 he'd grown tired of it and also of the fact that Potter had a Firebolt. So when the Wind Dancer had come out he'd pestered his father into realizing how much better it was than a Firebolt and how much better the Malfoys would look since they had once again outdone the boy who lived in the superiority of their possessions, specifically their son's possessions. And indeed the Wind Dancer was better than the Firebolt but just barely. Draco however did justice to the wonderful broomstick. Truthfully he had bought his way onto the Slytherin team in his second year, but he had become obsessed with beating Potter and his asinine teammates. His love for Quidditch had always been real but his talent had not, At least not real until he had begun practicing it his every waking hour. Now Draco was more than worthy of his position as seeker, and he made sure everyone knew it.
Lee Jordan's younger sister Raven started the match with enthusiasm. She was much like her brother but she was a bit more spastic and had a klutzy streak. Now that Lee was gone she had the position of announcer, her first year had been Lee's last and he had spent most of it training her to fulfill his soon to be vacated position. Potter and Malfoy hovered above the rest of their teammates as Madame Hooch released the balls from their holding places. The Snitch seemed to be mocking the two boys as it flew up and swirled around their heads.
Draco felt adrenaline course through his blood and he began shaking with anticipation. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and the game began. Slytherin had the quaffle and chasers Archer Zabini, Chase Wilcox, and Pereru Therin flew in a V formation toward the three Gryffindor hoops. The Gryffindor keeper Sepharyn Johnson, a fourth year, warily watched the impending attack. Archer skillfully threw the quaffle to Pereru who quickly faked a pass to Chase before throwing it at the lower right hoop. Sepharyn quickly caught the ball throwing it with all her might to one of the Gryffindor chasers. A Slytherin beater hit a bludger in the direction of Harry much to Draco's amusement and the scar headed boy only just lurched out of the way in time. Draco kept his eye out for the Snitch, it hadn't made an appearance yet which was fine considering how early on in the game it was. Gryffindor scored on Slytherin and Raven nearly fell out of her seat with the excitement of saying, "And Gryffindor has the lead of ten points to Slytherin's zero. That wonderful shot scored by Gryffindor chaser Andrew Belfry a rather exuberant chap with a tendancy to tie people's shoelaces together. He-" "Raven, back to the match," McGonagall said in a reprimanding tone. "Sorry Professor just got carried away in the heat of the moment. And Chaser Archer Zabini elbows Gryffindor chaser Scott Miner in the nose, CALL A FOUL HOOCH CALL A FOUL!!!!!" "Raven! Calm yourself!"
Draco heard it all and grinned. Where was the Snitch? He looked all around the field, there it was hovering above Potter's head, what an ironic twist of fate this would be. Draco flew with all speed toward Harry's head looking intently at the golden ball above his head. Stretched out his hand and, Harry ducked his head and flew to left with all speed looking back at Drano. "Shite," he thought flying after Malfoy when he saw the little golden ball his enemy was pursuing. Malfoy followed the Snitch to the best of his ability completely ignoring Potter as he closed the distance between them (sounds odd huh?) Malfoy reached out his hand his fingers could feel the breeze the Snitch's tiny wings made when suddenly Harry pulled up beside him and knocked him to the left Draco spat in Harry's general direction and Harry put on a burst of speed reaching out to catch the Snitch and win the match 190 to 50.
Harry grinned smugly at Draco as he flew past him to the exit. Draco dissapointedly looked up to the Slytherin section in time to see Phoenix pummeling a guy, and then looked over to Gryffindor and watched Ginny celebrate with her friends for a moment. When she calmed down she looked over and saw him staring at her, her smile faded and she looked at him icily tipping her head to the side in an unspoken question. Malfoy winked cheekily at her before flying off to practice away his anger at losing to Potter. Hell yes he was very angry but he winked at Ginny just to annoy her.
Hee hee sorry about my little mistake notice I changed it and thanks for pointing it out I love all you reviewers!!!!
Ginny dropped her books off in her dorm and sat down on her bed. Dinner was in twenty minutes and she was going to relax a bit. She took off her shoes, tie, and cloak before whipping out her sketch book and leaning against the head of the bed. Ginny held the quill to her mouth and tried to block out the noise of her room mates as they came in. Fifteen minutes later she looked down and noticed what she had drawn, a ferret burrowing through her bed sheets. Stupid Malfoy, however she had to admit that the picture was pretty funny. She wouldn't rip it out. "Gin Gin, come on its dinner time," her dorm mate Aino Miounette said in a high sickly sweet voice. Ginny smiled, "Of course I can count on you to know when my meals are. I could set my watch by when your stomach growls." Aino crinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out. "Come on I'm huuungry," she whined pathetically. "Fine, fine, I'm coming let me get ready," Ginny said as she put on her shoes.
Ten minutes later Ginny watched incredulously as Aino packed in food like she was about to go through a famine "I don't know how you do it," Ginny said amazed. Aino smiled and burped delicately. She had the rare and enviable gift of being able to eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and still remain the same tall slim size seven. "What was up with you today in Charms Gin," Britta Halstein asked twirling her shoulder length brown hair. Ginny rolled her eyes, "Oh I ran into Malfoy," she said. "Ooh," Aino said, "and what happened?" Ginny nodded her head, "I ran into him." Aino smiled 'knowingly' "No really Gin you can tell us what happened, I mean come on we are your friends." Ginny nodded again, "No really I ran into him. Books went flying, I dropped my bag, you know the usual stuff that happens when two people collide." Aino opened her mouth and then quickly stuffed food into it to hide her embarrassment at the stupidity of her comments as Ginny and Britta snickered.
Ron walked over to his sister. Britta sighed and a crack of drool escaped her mouth, Aino leaned over with a smirk and wiped it off. Ron tapped Ginny on the shoulder and she rose from her seat to talk to him, wiping her hands on a napkin as she did so. "So Gin, will you be there Saturday to root for me as I win the match," he asked with a falsely conceited voice. He pretended he didn't care but there was a hopeful questioning in his eyes. The girls may think he was gorgeous but the most appealing part was the way he was friendly and shy toward all of them. Plus he was a very sweet guy but he had a need to pester his sister with his constant sarcastic humor.
"Oh sorry Ron but after consulting my extremely busy social calendar I've discovered it won't be possible for me to devote any of my precious time to my family," Ginny said patting Ron's shoulder.
Ron grinned, "So that's a yes?"
"Did it sound like a yes?"
"No."
"Then it's a yes."
"Wait, that made no sense."
"I know Ron but I already told you I would be there so could you please just go away and trust me when I say I'll do something," Ginny asked him exasperatedly.
Ron smiled and ruffled his sister's hair like a dog before going back to where his friends sat. Harry and Hermione waved to her politely and she waved back before sitting down.
"I saw that," Aino said to her as she sat down.
"Saw what?"
"Harry waved at you. Oooh somebody's getting a hook up." She said cheering noisily.
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Oh please Aino you assume so easily. I mean you thought Ron wanted Britta because he helped her to the Hospital wing when he accidentally tripped her in the hallway."
"But he offered himself."
"Because it was his fault."
"But he carried her."
"She sprained her ankle."
"He held her tightly."
"So he didn't drop her."
"You're so unromantic."
"You're so overdramatic."
"Am not,"
"Are to,"
"Am not,"
"Are to,"
"Am NOT," "GIRLS," Britta broke in. "People are staring." And people were, luckily only half of the Gryffindors had noticed the 'little' argument before it got bigger.
"But Ginny you're more right than Aino, he was really nice about it and we talked all the way up to the wing and he came up to check on me later that day," Britta said blushing slightly. "Ah ha," Aino said triumphantly "And it was only last week." "Stop celebrating Aino. Ginny was right not you he doesn't 'want' me, and if he did he wouldn't take advantage of a person in a situation like that." Aino shrugged
"Whatever, it's gonna happen and then you'll thank me for telling you in advance. After all I can, 'See deeply into the fates of those dear to me'," She said with a dreamy look like she was amazed with her talents. Ginny cocked her eyebrow, "And I suppose Trelawny told you that." Aino nodded, "Uh huh." The two other girls rolled their eyes.
"Aino, if Trelawny told you that one day you would try to destroy all things anime, you would believe her." This was saying a lot considering how obsessed with anime Aino was, but she didn't argue.
As they were leaving the great hall a small argument broke out between two Slytherin girls. Malfoy could be heard breaking it up with, "Girls, girls, don't fight over something as small as this. Now if you were fighting over me, then I could understand your problem." Ron caught up to his sister and her friends and walked alongside Britta for a bit.
"So will you be at the match Saturday too?"
Britta smiled, "Yeah I think I will."
"That's cool I'll see you there."
Britta smiled as he walked away and said to her friends, "Catch me if I faint." She didn't notice Hermione giving her the most withering glare possible for a sixteen year old girl to give.
Saturday came and the last Quiddith match of the year took place Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Everyone woke up and got dressed in their uniforms most leaving their robes behind in favor of letting the warm May air touch their skins. Phoenix had ditched every piece of clothing possible leaving one her skirt, white button up blouse and her shoes, the same dress was viewed on Vennala, Isis, Felinei, Aino, Britta, and Ginny as they walked together toward the stadium. "Who supports our troops, come on Gryffindors get your stickers. If you support our troops come get a sticker." Aino was holding up long lines of wax paper with stickers Dean had helped her make. They depicted the gold Gryffindor lion roaring as always, and circling around it in crimson were the words, "I Support our troops."
"Come on Nix you support our troops have a sticker," Aino said turning to her friend. Ginny put her hand on her forehead and groaned, "Oh my God." The rest of the girls giggled at Aino's puzzled face. "What," she asked confused. Felinei patted her on the shoulder, "I think I can clear this up. Um those are Gryffindor support stickers." "Yeah, so?" "She's a Slytherin." Aino blushed but Phoenix quickly lightened the mood by grabbing a sticker and smacking it onto her bum before going back to Vennala where they were writing, "Sexy Malfoy," and "I 'heart' Draco," on large pieces of paper.
The group parted ways at the entrance each of them heading to where their houses were stationed. The Slytherin and Gryffindor teams were flying about the field showing off and warming up. Draco was at a vantage point being so high up he could see everything thing that went on as he swooped about on his shiny Wind Dancer. After two years of his Nimbus 2001 he'd grown tired of it and also of the fact that Potter had a Firebolt. So when the Wind Dancer had come out he'd pestered his father into realizing how much better it was than a Firebolt and how much better the Malfoys would look since they had once again outdone the boy who lived in the superiority of their possessions, specifically their son's possessions. And indeed the Wind Dancer was better than the Firebolt but just barely. Draco however did justice to the wonderful broomstick. Truthfully he had bought his way onto the Slytherin team in his second year, but he had become obsessed with beating Potter and his asinine teammates. His love for Quidditch had always been real but his talent had not, At least not real until he had begun practicing it his every waking hour. Now Draco was more than worthy of his position as seeker, and he made sure everyone knew it.
Lee Jordan's younger sister Raven started the match with enthusiasm. She was much like her brother but she was a bit more spastic and had a klutzy streak. Now that Lee was gone she had the position of announcer, her first year had been Lee's last and he had spent most of it training her to fulfill his soon to be vacated position. Potter and Malfoy hovered above the rest of their teammates as Madame Hooch released the balls from their holding places. The Snitch seemed to be mocking the two boys as it flew up and swirled around their heads.
Draco felt adrenaline course through his blood and he began shaking with anticipation. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and the game began. Slytherin had the quaffle and chasers Archer Zabini, Chase Wilcox, and Pereru Therin flew in a V formation toward the three Gryffindor hoops. The Gryffindor keeper Sepharyn Johnson, a fourth year, warily watched the impending attack. Archer skillfully threw the quaffle to Pereru who quickly faked a pass to Chase before throwing it at the lower right hoop. Sepharyn quickly caught the ball throwing it with all her might to one of the Gryffindor chasers. A Slytherin beater hit a bludger in the direction of Harry much to Draco's amusement and the scar headed boy only just lurched out of the way in time. Draco kept his eye out for the Snitch, it hadn't made an appearance yet which was fine considering how early on in the game it was. Gryffindor scored on Slytherin and Raven nearly fell out of her seat with the excitement of saying, "And Gryffindor has the lead of ten points to Slytherin's zero. That wonderful shot scored by Gryffindor chaser Andrew Belfry a rather exuberant chap with a tendancy to tie people's shoelaces together. He-" "Raven, back to the match," McGonagall said in a reprimanding tone. "Sorry Professor just got carried away in the heat of the moment. And Chaser Archer Zabini elbows Gryffindor chaser Scott Miner in the nose, CALL A FOUL HOOCH CALL A FOUL!!!!!" "Raven! Calm yourself!"
Draco heard it all and grinned. Where was the Snitch? He looked all around the field, there it was hovering above Potter's head, what an ironic twist of fate this would be. Draco flew with all speed toward Harry's head looking intently at the golden ball above his head. Stretched out his hand and, Harry ducked his head and flew to left with all speed looking back at Drano. "Shite," he thought flying after Malfoy when he saw the little golden ball his enemy was pursuing. Malfoy followed the Snitch to the best of his ability completely ignoring Potter as he closed the distance between them (sounds odd huh?) Malfoy reached out his hand his fingers could feel the breeze the Snitch's tiny wings made when suddenly Harry pulled up beside him and knocked him to the left Draco spat in Harry's general direction and Harry put on a burst of speed reaching out to catch the Snitch and win the match 190 to 50.
Harry grinned smugly at Draco as he flew past him to the exit. Draco dissapointedly looked up to the Slytherin section in time to see Phoenix pummeling a guy, and then looked over to Gryffindor and watched Ginny celebrate with her friends for a moment. When she calmed down she looked over and saw him staring at her, her smile faded and she looked at him icily tipping her head to the side in an unspoken question. Malfoy winked cheekily at her before flying off to practice away his anger at losing to Potter. Hell yes he was very angry but he winked at Ginny just to annoy her.
Hee hee sorry about my little mistake notice I changed it and thanks for pointing it out I love all you reviewers!!!!
