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HarryPotterdom one day*
A/N: And the plot thickens.....hehehehe! WHOOOOO Chapter four is done, my many fans....or
should I say lack of? I'm really glad that I do have a few people who seem to be enjoying my fic,
though, so this one's for you, guys!! I just love this chapter, we get to see more of Ginny's
ferocious temper. Read on and enjoy, all of you!!!!!!!
Description: Have you ever been faced with an impossible choice? One that could seriously alter your life and the lives of those around you? A choice that, once made, you might regret forever? What if you had to choose or you and two others would die, but if you did choose one of them would die anyway? What if you were Virginia Weasley, choosing between the boy you've loved, and the boy you've come to trust more than anyone in your entire life? Who will she choose? Not your Average H/G & D/G story, with hints of T/G lingering in it.
Chapter 4
"Your detention is to be served tonight in Professor Snape's dungeon, Ms. Weasley. I advise that you do your best to stay out of such predicaments for the rest of the year," Professor McGonagall informed Ginny during Transfiguration. Sighing, she closed her books and looked at her wristwatch which signaled that the day was almost up.
"So, Gin, you gonna go with me to watch Harry practicing today?" Colin Creevey asked her after Professor McGonagall disappeared from their area. Ginny frowned.
"Unfortunately not. I won myself a contest! The prize? Detention with Snape," Ginny muttered sarcastically, knowing that Colin would understand what she meant.
"Sucks to that, Ginny! You're crazy, getting yourself a detention so early in the year!" Colin informed her readily, not wanting to believe the attitude his longtime best friend had begun to take on.
"Yea, yea. That's what everyone tells me, but it's fine. I was tired. I fell asleep in potions. I deserve a detention," she rehearsed boredly.
"Nobody deserves detention, are you dense? Maybe you should go to the Hospital Wing and get checked for signs of health issues," he teased, clearly referring to her mental state.
"Funny, but I'm as mentally stable as a Weasley can get!" she answered truthfully, coming to a state of true happiness that she hadn't hit in an extremely long time. It was at that moment that Professor McGonagall decided to dismiss the class.
"Did you catch any of the last part of that lecture?" Colin asked her worriedly, suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he had been talking and ignoring McGonagall for the last portion of the class.
"What do you think?" Ginny asked, deliberately rolling her eyes as she did so.
"Thanks for your help, Gin!" he muttered angrily, pushing passed her to run off after someone else who had just left the classroom without so much as a goodbye.
"See you later, Colin!" she called after him instinctively, hoping he wasn't too upset with her.
"Gin!" she heard Harry's cheerful voice calling her, causing her stomach to turn over uncomfortably. Turning around she smiled.
"Hullo, Harry," she greeted, not really sure of what to say to him lately. His presence often made her yearn to be anywhere else but with him, which was an unusual feeling for her.
"Excited for Hogsmeade these Saturday?" he offered cheerily, a huge smile breaking out onto his face like it would on a big, fluffy dog you'd take home from the pound. She smiled back.
"Couldn't be a bigger jumble of nerves!" she informed him, laughing as if it was a joke, though knowing that it was not.
"Oh, don't be nervous, Ginny. There's nothing to be nervous about," he added, moving in closer to her in what seemed to be a romantically inclined way. As his head bent down close to hers she could have sworn she heard Colin yelling her name, causing her to turn her face in the other direction.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry! That's Colin calling me. I promised him I'd let him copy the rest of my Transfiguration notes; the fool talked through the entire end of the lecture! Anyway, see you Saturday!" she added, becoming overly cheery as she moved up to give him hug. Bounding down the hall after Colin she could feel Harry's confused eyes burning holes into her back, but she chose to ignore it. Finding Colin, she made sure to pretend that she was giving him Transfiguration notes in case that Harry saw her anywhere.
"Ginny, you didn't finish your notes either, so I don't see why you are trying to help me," Colin informed her, dreadfully confused.
"That's right, Colin. All you have to do is flick your wrist three times and say plianthanium and you've just transfigured a needle into a quill. Dreadfully helpful, that one is!" she said loudly in case anyone was listening in on their conversation, earning herself even more confused stares from Colin. "There you go, you've got it! I'm sorry, Colin, but I must go now. Please be sure to return my notes when you've finished with them! Bye!" she added before bounding out of his sight also, only this time she hadn't really lied to get away from him. She did, indeed, need to head towards her detention with Snape before she ended up being any later than she was going to be. Entering the Potions Dungeon, she realized that she was the only one in the room and breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that she had arrived earlier than planned.
"What is Weasley doing here?" she heard the voice of Draco Malfoy echo from behind her, causing her to jump. Turning around she saw Draco and Snape entering the room. Confused, she waited for Snape to answer.
"Ms. Weasley earned herself a detention earlier on this week and is serving her time now. Sit down so I can inform you two what you will be doing," he ordered, causing Draco to comply. "Malfoy, you are to sit here at my desk and correct these homework papers from the sixth years down. The key is here. You may get to work now," he ordered in such a way that it didn't even come off as an order, but still caused one to do what was asked without argument, "And Ms. Weasley, I have decided to give you the task of alphabetizing all of the shelves in this room– without magic," he muttered cruelly. Ginny didn't say a single word. Handing her wand over to Snape, she moved towards a shelf and began to study the contents there, not noticing that Snape had left the room, nor the fact that he seemed to have whispered something to Draco as he did so. Hearing the sound of a quill scratching quickly against parchment, she bit her lower lip out of frustration.
"Might want to hurry up with the organization, Virginia, else you might find yourself in here all night," Malfoy advised without even glancing up from his paper. The eerie calmness of his voice sent unpleasant shivers down her spine, causing her to almost drop one of the bottles of Snape's precious ingredients that she had been holding in her hands.
"Thanks for the warning, Malfoy. I'll be sure to heed your advice," she added sarcastically as she sent him mental glares through her back, hoping that he could at least feel them, but knowing he couldn't.
"You? Young Virginia Weasley, the most foolish of the Weasley bunch, is blinded enough to think that she would actually listen to my advice? I think not," he spat out at her as he moved from behind Snape's desk and crossed over to her.
"I have no idea what you're implying towards, Malfoy," she spat out with equal contempt, setting the glass vials back down on the shelf to keep from breaking them.
"Don't act like such an innocent; we both know that's not how it is," Draco altercated, glaring at her as if she had become something cheap; unworthy.
"I don't know what you're on about, or what the hell it is you think you're achieving by talking to me like I'm some...piece of filth that can be trampled all over, Draco Malfoy, but I assure you that it better stop soon or there WILL be hell to pay," she muttered in a calm, but firm voice, her eyes connecting with his firmly and unmoving. Draco reached into a hidden pocket within his robes and pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper.
"Found this on Snape's desk. It was probably confiscated in one of his classes. It reads: Did you hear about Harry Potter and the little Weasley? Yup! I heard it too! A date! And to Hogsmeade, this weekend!! Pass it on! I think that one speaks for itself. You know what you are? You're a whore, Virginia. A cheap, little whore who can be used and abused by anyone who.." but he didn't get to finish that sentence for Ginny had already proceeded to make the palm of her hand contact with Draco's left cheek.
"Don't you ever, and I mean ever, talk to me like that again, Malfoy, if you want to continue living with all of your limbs intact," Ginny bit out, glaring up at him with such a bitter fury that caused him to recoil back to Snape's desk without a glance back.
It wasn't too long before Draco finished correcting Snape's class papers, though Ginny didn't notice him leave the dungeon, nor did she notice him drop a diary on the ground as he left, for she was too far into organizing that she didn't have a chance to think of anything except the letter that came after T. Eventually she did notice being alone in an empty dungeon, giving her goose bumps. Her eyes, loosely scanning the room, fell onto a small, leather bound diary lying on the floor towards the middle of the room. Remembering that she didn't have her wand to 'accio' it towards her, she moved over to it with the last of Snape's Uroplata eyes in hand. Picking the book up with her unoccupied hand and flipping it open carefully, she dropped the glass bottle to the ground with a deafening shatter as the words 'hullo, Virginia' appeared, as if being written by a ghost, on the first page.
