DISCLAIMER: Yup, same old, same old, I don't own J.K. Rowling.....oops, I
mean, I don't own Harry Potter or any of those lovely characters, EVEN
Draco Malfoy who I WISH I owned, because then I could make him do whatever
I want in those books, because he's so HOT and all those good things...oooh
[falls over and faints] anyway!
Thx to all my reviewers.
ShuffleQueen - thx for being the 1st reviewer for this story! thx!
[dee]Lucifer - ha yr so NICE to put up wit me ;)
Amanda Lupin - yah I emailed you...when I get some extra time I'm gunna re do that chappy... ^.^
Twinklelittlevenstar - haha, we're so INTO abused hp character stories. ^o^ it's a SNITCH!!! and I made that by ACCIDENT.wow im so TALENTED.. ^o^ *makes it again* ^o^
Oh, and does anyone know the italic/bold/underline HTML codes for fanfiction? PLEASE give them to me, I'll love you forever, THX!!!
Chapter Three: Damn Ferrets
Ginny walked down the nearly deserted corridor, towards Transfiguration. "This is the beginning of the rest of my life," she told herself, then laughed at the much-used cliché. Checking her reflection in a small mirror, Ginny took a deep breath and opened the door to the classroom.
Several Slytherins looked down their noses at her. Ginny could see Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode and their gang of Slytherin girls, spread around the room. To the right, she noticed Crabbe and Goyle, snickering to themselves, and Blaise Zabini sitting with a brunette Ginny didn't know. She looked around some more. Obviously, Malfoy hadn't arrived yet.
The Slytherins' glares could have unsteadied anyone; Ginny looked away, glancing at Professor McGonagall, who motioned her toward a seat in the front. She sat carefully in the chair, wishing she was back with her Gryffindor class.
As McGonagall began to get out her wand, Draco Malfoy came crashing in. He wore an irritated expression, and, Ginny noticed, hadn't managed to gel his hair. He looked snidely around, his eyes resting on Ginny for a moment longer than necessary. She blinked; he sneered and looked away, searching for a place to sit.
She kept her eyes down as Malfoy decided on an empty desk in the very back of the room. McGonagall grimaced. When Draco hurled his bag onto the ground, the Professor said sharply, "Mr. Malfoy ... perhaps you would care to join us here in the FRONT of the room?"
Draco raised his eyebrows at her.
The putrid expression McGonagall now wore caused all the Slytherins, as well as Ginny, to twist around at their tables and stare at the boy, sitting nonchalantly in his chair, arms folded and leaning back.
Pansy Parkinson smiled in a way that she apparently believed to be flirtatious from the other side of the room. She sat with her ankles crossed, an awful odor of what she obviously believed to be perfume wafting towards Malfoy, who, Ginny could see, was trying not to breathe too deeply.
"Hey - y, Draaaaaaco, you could come sit over here ... with ME..." she crooned.
From the look on Malfoy's face, Ginny realized, it was plain that he was close to retching.
Finally he got up, making it halfway to the front before realizing that the only free seat was beside Ginny's.
He stood there for a moment, trying to decide what was worse: Muggle- loving Ginny Weasley or absurdly slutty Pansy Parkinson.
Draco made his choice - and sauntered, however reluctantly, over to sit beside Ginny.
She turned sideways in her chair so that her back was to Malfoy - she didn't need that constant reminder of who she would be stuck with for the next year.
McGonagall peered at the class. "Well, I suppose these seats are as good as any - this will be the seating chart from now on." She smiled grimly, daring them to object. This was the way to deal with Slytherins.
Ginny's head dropped, once again, into her palms. She stayed hunched over for what seemed hours, until she heard a whisper.
"Muggle-lover," Malfoy hissed, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Ferret," she shot back derisively.
"Wands out, please, class." McGonagall waved hers in the air for emphasis.
Ginny sighed, and got out her wand.
It was going to be a long year...
Thx to all my reviewers.
ShuffleQueen - thx for being the 1st reviewer for this story! thx!
[dee]Lucifer - ha yr so NICE to put up wit me ;)
Amanda Lupin - yah I emailed you...when I get some extra time I'm gunna re do that chappy... ^.^
Twinklelittlevenstar - haha, we're so INTO abused hp character stories. ^o^ it's a SNITCH!!! and I made that by ACCIDENT.wow im so TALENTED.. ^o^ *makes it again* ^o^
Oh, and does anyone know the italic/bold/underline HTML codes for fanfiction? PLEASE give them to me, I'll love you forever, THX!!!
Chapter Three: Damn Ferrets
Ginny walked down the nearly deserted corridor, towards Transfiguration. "This is the beginning of the rest of my life," she told herself, then laughed at the much-used cliché. Checking her reflection in a small mirror, Ginny took a deep breath and opened the door to the classroom.
Several Slytherins looked down their noses at her. Ginny could see Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode and their gang of Slytherin girls, spread around the room. To the right, she noticed Crabbe and Goyle, snickering to themselves, and Blaise Zabini sitting with a brunette Ginny didn't know. She looked around some more. Obviously, Malfoy hadn't arrived yet.
The Slytherins' glares could have unsteadied anyone; Ginny looked away, glancing at Professor McGonagall, who motioned her toward a seat in the front. She sat carefully in the chair, wishing she was back with her Gryffindor class.
As McGonagall began to get out her wand, Draco Malfoy came crashing in. He wore an irritated expression, and, Ginny noticed, hadn't managed to gel his hair. He looked snidely around, his eyes resting on Ginny for a moment longer than necessary. She blinked; he sneered and looked away, searching for a place to sit.
She kept her eyes down as Malfoy decided on an empty desk in the very back of the room. McGonagall grimaced. When Draco hurled his bag onto the ground, the Professor said sharply, "Mr. Malfoy ... perhaps you would care to join us here in the FRONT of the room?"
Draco raised his eyebrows at her.
The putrid expression McGonagall now wore caused all the Slytherins, as well as Ginny, to twist around at their tables and stare at the boy, sitting nonchalantly in his chair, arms folded and leaning back.
Pansy Parkinson smiled in a way that she apparently believed to be flirtatious from the other side of the room. She sat with her ankles crossed, an awful odor of what she obviously believed to be perfume wafting towards Malfoy, who, Ginny could see, was trying not to breathe too deeply.
"Hey - y, Draaaaaaco, you could come sit over here ... with ME..." she crooned.
From the look on Malfoy's face, Ginny realized, it was plain that he was close to retching.
Finally he got up, making it halfway to the front before realizing that the only free seat was beside Ginny's.
He stood there for a moment, trying to decide what was worse: Muggle- loving Ginny Weasley or absurdly slutty Pansy Parkinson.
Draco made his choice - and sauntered, however reluctantly, over to sit beside Ginny.
She turned sideways in her chair so that her back was to Malfoy - she didn't need that constant reminder of who she would be stuck with for the next year.
McGonagall peered at the class. "Well, I suppose these seats are as good as any - this will be the seating chart from now on." She smiled grimly, daring them to object. This was the way to deal with Slytherins.
Ginny's head dropped, once again, into her palms. She stayed hunched over for what seemed hours, until she heard a whisper.
"Muggle-lover," Malfoy hissed, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Ferret," she shot back derisively.
"Wands out, please, class." McGonagall waved hers in the air for emphasis.
Ginny sighed, and got out her wand.
It was going to be a long year...