Disclaimer: Everything is J.K Rowling's. I own nothing, except my plot and Discordia.
This is my first FanFic ever so, bear with me.
I'm going to stop with the French pronunciation business. Just imagine Discordia not being able to say the 'h's and pronouncing some 'i's as 'ee' and some 'th's as 'ff' or 'zz'
- Tu m'aimes?! - (You love me ?!)
Chapter 6 - La Chute
"Wake up, Virginie. You must be so excited! Come on, you can't afford to be late today!"
"... Mmmmph" was Ginny's response as she sunk her face into her pillow.
//Excited I am not... Why should...// It was then that she realised why she should be. She was going to play her first match for Gryffindor!
"Okay, well I guess I'll see you at breakfast. I have to go post this letter to my Mother." shouted Discordia as she made her way down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.
The Famous Three were playing Wizards Chess.
"... Can't see why she's getting so close that Malfoy girl. She's a Malfoy for goodness sake. She's related to tha..."
"Ron ... " muttered Harry as he saw Ginny's friend approach. But it was too late. Discordia had heard.
"You're dead Weasel King..." she hissed.
"Was that a threat, Malfoy?!" he shouted, standing up.
"Nope, it was actually a fact. Next move and it'll be checkmate." she stated, a smirk on her face.
"She's quite right too, Ron..." said a grinning Harry as his queen decapitated his best friend's king.
Ron, still glaring in disbelief was about to say something unpleasant when Hermione interrupted him.
"Good morning Discordia, enjoying your stay at Hogwarts?"
"Very much, Hermione. Virginie and her friends have done their best to make me feel at home, they're great. Though I think it'll take some time before I get use to the cold, 'Ogwarts is a lovely place. It's so cosy. I do miss Beauxbatons and it's 'grandeur' though... Well, I guess I'll see you around Ms Granger. " she said, turning away.
"Oh, and, Mr Weasley, please be so kind as to make sure I'm not around when you insult me next time, it can hurt, you know." she added.
She could hear their faint voices as she walked away.
"... and did you hear what she called my sister?"
"That's the French way of saying it, Ron..."
"Hermione! Since when do you fraternise with the enemy?"
"She's really nice Ron, she's in my Muggle Studies class. She knows so much more..."
"And since when does a Malfoy care about muggle..."
Discordia didn't care to hear any more and made her way through the portrait hole.
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//I'm late, so late, so very late...// Thought Ginny as she ran in the empty corridors.
She didn't know how it had all happened. Shortly after Discordia had left, she had managed to go back to sleep, dreaming about a cute little white kitten with silver eyes, such lovely silver eyes... And when she had opened her eyes again, she had missed breakfast and was late for Quidditch practice. Woods would kill her, she was sure of it. She quickened her pace, her vision blurring because of the tears she tried to keep back. //What if he throws me out of the team? Then what...//
And then it happened. She bumped into something hard, no, someone. And that someone was no other but Draco Malfoy.
"Now, now. What do we have here? A broomstick and Quidditch robes? So the little Weaslette can fly then?"
"You." she muttered, looking away. She didn't want to meet his eyes...
"You're a little late, aren't you?" he sneered, barring her way.
"Let me pass Malfoy, out of the way !" she cried, brandishing her wand.
"Tsk, tsk. Nobody hexes a Malfoy. Especially not with a second hand wand." he said, taking out his own wand.
"Why?" she cried out helplessly, still not daring to look up at him.
"Why what, Weasel?" he said, smirking.
"Why... Why do you hate me?" she said, turning to face him her eyes lost in his cold, metallic ones.
Draco hadn't expected this. He hadn't realised she was crying until now. He didn't want her to cry. Why did she look at him so? Did he hate her? He enjoyed taunting Wealseys, true enough, but did he hate Virginia Weasley? No, he didn't. Feeling guilty for the first time in his life, he sighed.
"I don't hate you." he whispered softly before walking away.
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There she was, Ginny Weasley, where she was sure nobody had thought they would ever see her. She had finally done it, she was part of the team ! Ron had been so proud when he had heard... Of course, it wasn't permanent, she was replacing Alicia Spinnet, on of Gryffindor's Chasers, but, nevertheless, she felt great. From now on, people wouldn't call her 'Ron's Little Sister', or the 'Youngest Weasley', they would know her name...
"Ok people," Began Angelina Johnson, who had replaced Oliver Woods.
"We can do it, alright, our team is perfect. Everyone knows what they're supposed to do?"
The team nodded.
"Right, lets go. Good luck everybody !"
She smiled at Ginny as they walked onto the pitch.
"You'll do just fine..."
"Mount your brooms, please" shouted Madam Hooch, the referee.
//I can do it.. It's jut like practice... Only a little harder...// thought Ginny as she rose into the airs. Angelina had the Quaffle, and was surrounded by many Slytherins. She flew beyond them all, hovering slightly above. Angelina saw her, and, grinning, threw the Quaffle in her direction. Before Ginny knew what she was doing, she had caught it and was racing towards the goals, dodging all the obstacles. The Slytherins, who hadn't paid much attention to her until now, came rushing behind her. Ginny looked around, desperate, but there was nobody to pass it to. She couldn't think clearly and, seeing the intimidating keeper, Bletchley, come towards her, and knowing that more enemies were coming for her, she gathered all her strength and threw the Quaffle towards the goals.
"GRYFFINDOR SCORE !"came Lee's voice.
Ginny couldn't believe it, she had scored !
"Well done Gin" shouted Fred from the other end of the pitch.
The rest of the team was grinning at her too... But, at that very moment, she wasn't thinking about her team, victory or anything related to quidditch. She had just caught Malfoy's eye as he observed her from afar. His words were stuck in her head... //I don't hate you ...// What had he meant? Of course he hated her, she was a Weasley and he a Malfoy. Why had she even asked? And what had happened, why had she felt so sad? She couldn't possibly ... Feel anything other than hatred for him, right?
Harry and Draco had both spotted the Snitch and were both racing towards it. Draco was ahead now...
WHAM ! Ginny hadn't seen it coming. A bludger had come right into her and, as if in a slow motion picture, she could see all that was going on around her, slowly. At first, she didn't even feel the pain. She could see the upset faces of her two brothers - were they calling her name? Yes, they were ... - , Pansy Parkinson's smirk and Draco's silver eyes ... She was falling, slowly as it seemed. And then it all stopped. Something had caught her, no someone. She smiled weakly and looked up. But she never got to see her saviour, as she closed her eyes again, falling into unconsciousness.