Title: "Another Sunny Day"
Author: Straw_berry
Rating: PG13
A/N: Soo sorry! It took me more than 3 months to make a new chappie. I wasn't in the mood, I guess. With all those exams I took, who could? Anyway, here's the promised and long-awaited chappie.
Kweh!!!
Chapter Four "The First Lesson"
Ginny woke up the next morning to a room full of sunshine and the smell of violets and chamomile. She lay on her bed quite contentedly, not noticing that a lot of time was being wasted.
I must be dreaming…
She turned over to her other side, looking at the clock.
7:50 a.m.
"Holy Bunsen Burners!!! I'm gonna be late!" she exclaimed, jumping out from her bed and dashing to the washroom.
Ginny hurriedly took a bath and rushed to the Great Hall downstairs. When she got there, only a handful of students were there, most of them who were known to be late risers.
"Hannie!" She called out to one Hufflepuff. "Classes have already started?"
"Yeah. 7th year Gryffs took off to Snape's class. Hurry, he seems to be extra crabby today. Reckon he caught someone tampering with his soup." She replied.
Oh dear…crap, crap and more crap…late on the first day… she thought, as she hurriedly grabbed a piece of toast from the table and rushed off to the cold dungeons.
She rushed to the Potions Room door, expecting to see an angry, snapping Professor. To her surprise, Snape wasn't there. She let out a huge sigh of relief, taking a step to go to her seat. Suddenly, the class hushed up. Ginny blinked her eyes, wondering why they all became quiet.
"So…Miss Weasley gets promoted…and thinks that she can flaunt it off and break the School Rules…how nice…" a cold voice came from behind her.
Ginny froze.
"Let's see…I guess I'll have to accompany you to the Headmaster's office, seeing that you might just tally-o and run away…" the Potions Master said. "But that would be too inconvenient for me…since I still have to teach a class…you see, Miss Weasley, unlike you, for me, time is of great importance…let's see…Mister Malfoy…would you be gracious enough to accompany young, delinquent Miss Weasley here to the Headmaster's office?"
"Yes, sir." Malfoy replied, briskly striding out of the room.
"Yes, sir." Ginny echoed Malfoy's reply, and exited the room, as well.
~^-^~
"Hey! Wait up!" Ginny called out to the walking figure ahead of her. "This isn't a race, you know, and if it was, I'd rather lose on this one!"
The figure slowed down his pace. "It's not my fault that you got up at 7:50 am, you know."
"Well, I forgot to set my alarm! Is that a sin? And besides, it was so comfy being in my bed!!!"
"You have a point. It's hard for slowpokes to wake up early…how are you going to get to our Quidditch Trainings, then?"
"We-ll…ah…"
"See. Well, for your convenience, instead of waking you up tomorrow at three—"
"WhAT?! You were planning to wake me up at three in the morning?!"
"—am tomorrow, let's just begin tonight…would seven be fine?"
"Okay…seven would be fine."
They walked in silence for a while, and Ginny began to notice how beautiful the walls of Hogwarts (leading to Dumbledore's office, that is…) were. The huge blocks of stone were carved with intricate designs of vines intertwined, with a few blooms on them.
Malfoy broke the silence. "Have any experience?"
Ginny's head snapped up. "Wh-what?"
"I asked if you had any experience."
"E-e-experience?" Ginny's voice had suddenly grown nervous.
"Yeah."
"I-I-I a-ah…"
"With flying a broomstick, I mean. Except for the one wherein you fell."
"Oh…flying a broomstick! Yeah…Bill was the first one who taught me how to ride a broomstick. He picked me up from the ground when I was a toddler, then plopped me on a broom and sent it flying high up. Mum boxed his ears mighty terrible, when she saw me sailing up the sky, young as I was, on a broomstick. Charlie tried next, when I was five, he took off on a broom, and plucked me off the ground, then put me in front of him. He didn't get caught, the lucky guy. Fred and George taught me how to fly when I was nine, and I learned. Of course, they were flying with me then, so I wasn't really afraid. But when I tried by myself, I fell, and has had a phobia ever since."
"What about your brother, Weasel?"
"Hey…lay off with the names…" she spanked him on his arm.
"Fine." Malfoy replied, dodging her hand.
"Ron never taught me how to fly…either he was too protective, or he never had time…y' know, with Harry and Hermione around, and all those adventures they have…" she fell silent.
They halted at a statue, and said the password, and were transported up to the Headmaster's office.
"Ah…Mister Malfoy, Miss Weasley…I've been expecting you…I understand that you plan to tutor Miss Weasley, Mister Malfoy?"
"Yes, Professor." he replied.
"Don't get too harsh then. And…Miss Weasley? You were late to Professor Snape's class, I believe?"
"Yes, Professor." She replied meekly.
"See to it then, that this doesn't happen again."
"Yes, Professor."
"Okay. Potions Class has just finished, so I suggest that you go to your next classes…and don't be late."
"Yes, Professor." They replied, stepping unto the stairs.
"Bye, then!"
"Bye!"
~^-^~
Draco Malfoy sat in his seat, pretending to be listening to the lecture that Professor Binns was giving. The lecture was quite boring, about the reasons behind why witches and wizards need to build fire-proof fireplaces, and even though he tried to concentrate, his mind was simply not focusing. All he could think of was Ginny Weasley.
He was charmed by her simplicity, her obvious happiness at small things. No, no, it would be foolish to say that he was smitten with her. He was just charmed…awed…at how she could enjoy life, at her economical status in life. He wondered, how she could stand her life, at their small house, with overprotective family members…he gave an inwardly shudder.
I couldn't bear to live like that…I can't even bear living my life now.
"Mister Malfoy?"
"Yes, professor?"
"Would you please be kind enough to answer my question? Who invented the first fire-proof fireplace?"
"Guinnyver La Faire, sir."
"Correct. 30 points to Slytherin."
Good thing I reviewed the night before.
As he sat down, he saw some scowling Hufflepuff faces. (and also some admiring glances from females…)
Hmph. Take that, puff-o's
He smirked on his seat.
~^-^~
Ginny sat underneath the shade of a big tree during Care of Magical Creatures. The class had a fairly easy lesson, taking care of furry, cotton ball shaped creatures called Snowpuffs. They were mainly used as house pets, being cute and all, and also because they rarely made a mess. They were sweet, even-tempered creatures who loved to sleep and be petted, but turns awfully nasty when their immaculately white fur gets dirty.
She used that time to meditate on her thoughts. Life at Hogwarts was certainly turning out to be good, she was one of the brightest students, had new robes, had nice friends, and was a prefect. Life at home was nice too, where she had a mum who loved to cook meals, and a dad who never failed to make her laugh. Life as a prefect was also good, not much students caused trouble, and her fellow prefects were nice jolly people.
But then, why do I feel awfully empty then?
She couldn't shake that feeling off, however she tried to convince herself that things were fine. She had a sinking and nagging suspicion that her heart was the one that had a problem…(no, not that kind of a heart problem…) there was no one in her heart…no one to fill the space inside…the SPECIAL space inside her heart…she thought that Harry could fill it…he was certainly 'fit' enough…handsome, with his green eyes and black hair…he could make her laugh…and she was sure that he cared for her. Not in the way she wanted though. He cared for her in a sisterly kind of way…another extension of Ron…
Just a lil' sister…
She knew, through the gossip grapevine (courtesy of Lavander Brown and Parvati Patil) that many guys were 'hankering' after her…and many of them would…and could…be 'fit' enough…Chris Clover, a Ravenclaw 6th year student, was cute…he also had a good sense of humor…was a good Quidditch player, and, to everyone else's standards, a good catch. She had almost agreed…she had dated him for a spell, but she couldn't find the spark she was looking for in him. They had remained good friends, however… Jimmy Glove, a 7th year transfer student from Durmstrang, was also…and is still…crazy after her. He was tanned, handsome, and romantic…but they haven't exchanged more than ten words since the beginning of the schoolyear…
They're all passable…to others, perfect…so what am I still looking for? I could teach myself to like them…can't I?
She wanted someone who was bold, daring, romantic, funny, serious, thoughtful, handsome, smart…
But my standards are equaling to perfection…no one could fill that…
Her thoughts suddenly drifted to gray eyes and blonde hair.
Malfoy…
From what she knew of him, he was a funny guy, who was a good student. He was perfect in the looks department too. From what she'd heard, Malfoy was a 'womanizer', unthoughtful, selfish, son-of-an-ass Romeo.
And he hates my family too…
"Ginny-bug? Are you awake, Ginny-bug?" a small voice asked, while small hands tugged at her hair.
"H-huh? Oh, Cass! What're you doing here?"
Cassandra smiled and plopped down in front of her.
"Nothwing. Hey! Your Snowpuff's so cute!!! Can I hold him?"
"How'd you know it's a him?"
"Simple. Guys are sleepier than girls. At least brother's sleepier than I am…"
"Really?"
"Yup! Like once, brother slept for hours……I think he would've gone sleeping if Lucius hadn' t arrived…" Cass's eyes clouded.
"When he arrived and saw brother sleeping there, he picked him up, as if brother only weighed like me…and threw him on the wall, and started whipping him. I think I never saw so much blood, until that day. Brother was brave though. He didn't cry. Not one bit. I even thought it didn't hurt, so when Lucius disappeared, I whipped myself once. It hurt so much that I cried, and cried, and cried…cried so loud that Lucius came back. Brother pushed me away, so that I was hidden. Lucius thought it was him who cried. He scolded brother for 'screaming like a namby-pamby girl' and whipped him again…he still didn't cry though…even after Lucius left…I ran out and hugged him…and got blood all over my dress. Even his hair was red, from all the blood. He asked me to get his wand, and then he said a few words and he was all healed. Except for one wound that left a scar near his chest…"
"Are you okay?" Ginny asked the little girl, her voice full of concern. Cassandra had started to rock back and forth, her knees drawn up to her chin.
"I think so…that's why I didn't believe Hairy Poo and Ron-ron when they told me that brother was bad. He wasn't bad. He isn't bad…is he, Ginny-bug?"
"No…I don't think that your brother's bad…"
"Really? At least you believe in me…and in him…he needs a lot of people to believe in him…"
"Cass? Cass?" Ginny asked.
Cassie had slumped down on the ground.
Oh goulash…let her be okay…
She checked her pulse, and her temperature, and found them both normal.
What's wrong…?
Ginny was starting to panic…when suddenly, she heard Cassie give out a small snore. She breathed a sigh of relief, and hoisted Cassie up.
"O-kay, kiddo…taking you back…"
~^-^~
Draco sat on the bleachers, waiting for Ginny to come. He was whistling a tune his mother sang to him oftentimes before, when a flash of red shot out from the Quidditch Pitch entrance. Ginny looked around, and not seeing anybody, proceeded to inspect the field. She stopped to examine an object lying on the ground.
He saw her mouth open with shock, them clamp back shut again. She looked around her surroundings quickly, and, seeing no one, sat on the broom and slowly flew up.
"Okay…Let's see how you fly…"
Ginny flew around slowly, at first, then flew faster in circles around the pitch. She weaved in and out of the goalposts, enjoying herself, when suddenly, she went off balance and fell.
Draco watched the whole scene as if in slow motion. He whipped out his wand, and then said,
"Accio Broom!"
The broom sped unto his hand, and he climbed on it quickly, speeding to catch Ginny.
I'm not going to make it…no!
Leaning forward, he went even faster, making him disappear from an ordinary person's viewpoint.
I'm nearing…nearing…
He let his hands off the broom, and caught Ginny in his arms. But because he was going at such a fast pace, he too, slipped off the broom.
Oh God…no…I'm falling…
'Levatian…levatian…'
What?
'Levatian…the ancient floating spell…levatian…levatian…'
"Levatian!!!" Draco said out loud.
A soft blue light surrounded them, and they descended slowly down to the safety of the ground. As soon as his foot touched the ground, the blue light disappeared, and Draco laid Ginny on the ground.
"Gin? Gin? Ginny? Wake up now…" he called out to her, gently slapping her face.
When Ginny didn't respond, Draco started to panic. He ran his hand on the side of her face, then, his finger began to glow.
'Give…life…give…life…give…life…or…she…die…'
He placed his finger on his lips, and then, he placed them on Ginny's. A soft blue light surrounded her, then her cheeks began to get color.
"Gin? You awake now?"
"A-am I dead yet?"
"No. But you nearly died."
"Are you the angel who saved me?"
"Angel? People rarely call me that…handsome devil will do, though."
Ginny suddenly sat up straight, causing Draco, who was bent over her, to fall down. Draco grabbed her arms, and she fell over him.
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"What the hell am I doing here, on top of you?"
"I dunno. Maybe you had plans of molesting me. Bad girl…."
"What!?" she exclaimed.
Then she sat down on Draco.
"Get up! I can't breathe!"
"You deserve it, for putting me in that position!"
"Levatian!"
Ginny hovered a few inches above Draco's face.
"I declare, I do have a nice view from here…"
"Stop staring at my arse, you arse!"
"Say sorry first!"
"No!"
"Fine! Did you notice that that slit at the back of your skirt is wide open?"
"Arrggh! Fine. Sorry!"
"Nopey! You were angry…"
"Fine…sorry, Drakey…" she said, in a Pansy-sound-alike-tone.
"Ewww. Change!"
"Fine! I'm sorry for sitting on top of you!"
"That's better! Unfortunately, I don't know how to put you down!"
"WhAT!???"
"Yup."
"You are going to pay for this…"
"What is going on out there?" Madam Hooch's voice came out near the entrance.
Draco pulled Ginny down from the sky onto his arms; making it look as it he was carrying her.
"Nothing, madam. Miss Weasley here got injured, and I saw her, so I helped her."
"Very well, Mister Malfoy. And 10 points to Slytherin for being helpful."
"Thank you, madam."
"You are so unfair!" Ginny whispered to him when they got out of earshot.
"All's fair in love and war!"
Epilogue of Chapter Four:
When they reached Ginny's bedroom, Draco dropped Ginny unto her bed.
"Owww~!"
"Good night, sweet sleep, Ginny."
Ginny just rolled her eyes at him, as he crossed over to his room.
This is going to be a looong night…Ginny thought, as she floated a few inches from her bed.
Attention!
~Please come up with a name for a character who would be Draco's ex-girlfriend. She's sassy and cold-hearted, but if she considers you as her friend, she's awfully warm-hearted.
~Will give full credit!
~Email the name to: mystic_moonshine88@yahoo.com
Special Thanks to:
My Parents
Achi Sun -Promise, I'll put you in the next chappie!
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