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Rating: PG-13(Nothing to bad)
Story:--------------------------------Ginny-----------------------------------------
"Touch me and I'll hurt you" Ginny called to Malfoy, who was standing behind her in
Care of Magical Creatures class, his hand posed as if he were going to stick his scorpion, which
was being used as food, down the back of her robe.
Not even seeming surprised that she'd caught him without looking, Malfoy hissed in her
ear, "I'd like to see you try, Weaslette" Ginny wasn't about to respond to his challenge, although
beating Malfoy to a bloody pulp wouldn't be too bad a reason for receiving a Howler from her
mum. She mumbled a short, "I bet you would." before she was called upon to answer what the
deadliest part of a Nundu was.
With full confidence Ginny replied," It's breath, professor. A Nundu's breath is deadly due
to the disease it carries. This can kill off entire villages and cities. This is the wizarding theory as
to why the Lost Colony of America is lost. The teeth of a Nundu are also very powerful, they are
an antidote for the diease." Ginny was no Hermione, but she had some incredible power of
animals, and that was why she had been moved to the sixth year, Care of Magical Creatures
class.
"'Very nice Miss Weasleys, ten points I should think," Mr. Hawkins spoke, Hagrid's
substitute, and as if to reward her gave her a small pat on the head. Mr. Hawkins was somewhat
of a short and portly man, with brown eyes and small glasses. The hair he had been able to save,
was a startling black. He wore black pants with a white shirt and a small yellow vest atop it. Mr.
Hawkins was a squib, and he had no trouble revealing it.
From behind her a sinister voice called out, "Look she loves muggles, mudbloods, and
squibs, maybe if were lucking they'll invite us to the wedding." Ginny paid no attention to the
childish remark, but she could still feel a faint redness creep up her neck.
Mr. Hawkins had not heard this comment, or if he did he showed no sign of it. "Class
dismissed, and remember 12 inches on How fatal a Nundu's lick can be." Ginny trudged back to
the castle with the rest of the Slytherins and Gryffindors, the chill of the day nipping at her
already frost-bit ears. When they entered the main entrance Ginny heard a voice shout to
everyone, "I bet the Weaslette would rather write of how she wants to lick the mud of Potter's
shoes," This was shouted by none other than Pansy Parkinson. And Ginny felt her face grow hot,
only out of anger.
Suddenly another voice called out, "I bet she'd like to lick something else of Potty's."
Ginny felt her rage boil over. Harry was staring at the ground fist clenched. She wasn't about sit
there and doing nothing. Ginny dropped her bag on the ground unaware of the ink case busting,
splashing red everywhere. She pushed through the crowd until she found her target; Malfoy. She
walked straight up to him and stared into his icy grey eyes. He smirked down at her, towering
her. Without notice, Ginny drew back her fist and punched him in his face. When he turned
around she saw his nose was pouring blood. Ginny felt no regret for this action when Malfoy
drew his wand. With a quick movement Ginny hit it and it went flying from the room. Ginny
tackled Malfoy, wrapping her legs about him and using her weight to force him to the ground.
Ginny hardly noticed the crowd surrounding her and Malfoy. She pressed her knee into his back.
and whispered into his ear, "Magic isn't always gonna save you Ferret," It took her by surprise
when Malfoy turned around and threw him off her. She wouldn't admit it but he was strong.
Ginny hit her head on the marble staircase. Through her double-vision Ginny saw Ron being held
back by Harry, Hermione, and Neville. Malfoy came to her and kicked her in her leg, and Ginny
quickly tripped him. The began to roll around punching, bitting, tearing, ripping, hitting,
smacking, and poking until Professor McGonagall cam down the staircase. Upon seeing the
brawl, she flicked her wand and the two separated, bloody, panting, and beaten.
McGonagall's face was livid. "Never in all my day...this year.....my life.....cursing and
scratching.......Both of you with me......Dumbledore's.........Suspended.......Filch and his
cuffs........by your wrists........." Ginny could hardly make sense of anything McGonagall was
saying, or rather shouting, at the both of them, but to follow. McGonagall was in a right mood
and didn't stop ranting until they'd made there way to a stone gargoyle. At this point she shrieked
Mars Bars and left them, blowing air through her enlarged nostrils indignantly.
Ginny cautiously made her way down the long hall to the headmaster's office, it seemed
to vary how to get there every year. Feeling her way down the dark corridor, Ginny suddenly
stopped. "Keep going Weaslette or I might be tempted to rearrange your face" he said quietly, his
hot breath dancing upon her ear and cheek. Ginny growled in response, as Dumbledore stepped
out of his office abruptly.
"That won't be necessary Mr.Malfoy, thank you." He announced his, his eyes lacking their
normal gleam.
Ginny made her way into the headmasters office without any apprehension. Malfoy took
the chair next to her, solely on the fact that there was no other chair. The last time Ginny had
been in here was right after Sirius had died. She refused to think about this here. She thought
about each night to herself , punishing herself for killing him. It had been her fault and she
deserved to hurt, to ache, to die. But she wouldn't do that here. Still even the thought of Sirius
drove all the anger out of her, leaving her numb.
"You two were fighting, I hear," Dumbledore stated rather than questioned, breaking
Ginny out of her reverie. "Quite a surprise from you Mr.Malfoy, I must admit," Dumbledore said,
his words laced with a secret of some sorts.
"I only find it unusual that Malfoy wouldn't fight is because he's afraid to get his skirt
ripped," Ginny said challenging him. Malfoys had a fire lit in his eyes, and it danced higher as his
temper rose.
"That is enough provoking Miss Weasley," Dumbledore scoulded in an unusual fashion.
Ginny was beggining to see the age on the old man's face. She'd never refered to him as an old
man before, but now with Sirius death, he seemed to have reduced himself into one.
Ginny shuddered. It seemed as if even Dumbledore, the only one who could make
Voldemort cower in fear, was giving up the small hope of the wizarding world making it. She
refused to think this, and shut her mind completely out of these thoughts.
"As you know, I must give consequences, and so I have thought of a convenient way of
doing such. Now, more then ever, we need unity of the houses. I think it would be a prime
example of such if I were to make Mr.Malfoy board in the Gryffindor house over the upcoming
Winter Break. It appears that Ms.Weasley is the only one staying over Break in the Gryffindor
house this year besides Pavarti Patil, who has asked to bunk with her sister in the Ravenclaw
house." Dumbledore paused to take a breath and regarding Malfoy with a sharp glance. "I believe
you do know the reason in which I have decided to place you in the Gryffindor house instead on
Ms.Weasley, am I correct?"
Malfoy gave a cold slight nod, and went back to glaring at the laces of his shoes, which
seemed to cost more than Ginny complete attire. With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore wiped
away all of the blood on their skins, and sealed the wounds, so not even a scar was left. He
returned to seat himself at his desk and dismissed them with a wave of his hand.
Ginny stood up and walked away stiffly, contemplating the evident changes in the
Headmaster. A sudden "Damn You, Weaslette," brought Ginny out of her thoughts. She glanced
over at Malfoy who looked angry. "I didn't do one damn thing I shouldn't have. You're the one
who decided to make some stupid comment that made me look like an ass. What would you've
done, Malfoy? Sat there and took it like the man you wish you were? Honestly I could name a list
of every girl that wouldn't want to go out with you, but I'd be dead by the time I finished."
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Draco bristled at the comment about his manliness. Suddenly he relaxed and allowed a smirk to
slide onto his face. He observed as the Weaslette stopped suddenly in her tracks. Draco could tell
she didn't like the grin he replace his scowl with.
"Not a man am I, Weaslette?" He asked her. Suddenly a plan formulated in that gorgeous mind
of his. He was going to prove to that Weasley that he was manly. He was going to catch the
weasel, get her to fall in love with him, then leave her, crying in the dust. There was just one
problem, he only had until the end of Winter Break to get her. Otherwise, people would think he
actually fancied the Weasel. '10 Days,' Draco thought to himself. Could he really get a girl like
her in ten days? It would be a challenge, and Draco liked challenges.
'10 days and I'll have a pet Weasel.'
A/N: Okay I am going to update on this one I promise! I know your groaning and thinking, 'Yeah
Right, this one never updates!' but this time I promise. If not I'll give you all free Draco dollies!
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