Poetry Readings
It had been weeks since she got the poem and she was still reeking
the benefits. All the girls in her year were surrounding her.
"I can't believe that you got a poem!"
"How romantic!"
Ginny walked down the halls, books in her arms. She felt an arm reach over her
shoulder and her books were thrown from her hands.
"Hey!" she shouted, turning around. It was Goyle. He just enjoyed inflicting
misery on the poor little girl.
"Stop it." She felt her voice fall down her
throat as she looked nervously up at him. He scared her, and quite
understandably since he was so big… He was at least twice her size and at least
three times her weight.
"Why should I?" He grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up so she was up
against the wall.
"Let her go," said a sudden voice making her jump and look around to see whom
her savior was. She couldn't see. His size was so immense that it was hard to
see over his shoulder. All she could see was the white of his hair.
"I said," he whispered, and Ginny saw that the large boy's eyes became suddenly
nervous. He dropped her. Ginny fell, sprawled on the ground, and felt her robes
tear.
Whimpering, and trying to gather up all of her books, Ginny scampered as fast
as she possibly could.
That was when she recognized who it was.
"Malfoy?" she muttered, slightly shocked but still trying to get her books up.
"Yes?" He knelt down and started picking her books up with her.
"I'm sorry about him. He's just a little…"
Ginny scuttled up, snatching her books from him.
"Thank you, but I don't need your pity."
He rolled his eyes as she rushed away.
"Women."
A/N Chapter three is up! I swear the next one I write will have poems! I still cant find the son of a gun…