Chapter 2: More Confrontations
It was later in the morning when Ginny was forced to separate from her two friends and head down to class alone. She, unlike many other students in her year, was offered a choice to take an advanced class with the year ahead. Ginny, of course with her parents' pushing, chose to take the opportunity. But in the end, she wasn't all too happy with the decision. . .especially because she was forced to be stuck with the dream team all alone.
"Oh God." Ginny thought unhappily, as she twirled her quill around in tedium, "Of all classes, why did I take advanced Transfiguration?" She quickly glanced at the silent figure across the room, who was currently staring out the window in boredom. "That's why. . .damn me and my stupidity."
"Ms. Weasley," Professor Mcgonagall called out, interrupting Ginny's thoughts, "Can you please repeat what I just said?"
Ginny quickly glanced up in surprise and shock, before diverting her eyes down in complete embarrassment. "Um. . .um. . ."
"Please Ms. Weasley, I know it's your first time in an advanced placement class, but do pay attention," Professor Mcgonagall lectured, giving Ginny a small smile before returning to teaching, "Now students. . ."
"Phew. . .that was a little to close. . ." Ginny whispered with relief; happy she didn't get in too much trouble on the first day. She was in already enough trouble with Snape, and probably with her mum too if she ever found out about it. "Oh and I almost forgot about the dream teams not pleased with me either. . ." Ginny mentally sneered, suddenly remembering the incident a few hours ago. "Well they can all just kiss my. . ." But Ginny's thoughts were interrupted a second time, as a crumpled ball hit her from behind. "What the?"
With one swift motion, Ginny cautiously picked up the paper ball, just in case Professor Mcgonagall happened to turn around at that moment. Luckily, and to Ginny's relief, she just continued on lecturing, giving her enough time to read the note. She unraveled the ball in silence and suddenly recognized Hermoine's neat writing cursive.
-Really sorry about this morning Ginny. I guess you just hurt Ron's pride a little. You know how he always talks about protecting you. . .not the other way around. I know you'll understand. . .he cares a great deal about you Ginny. Well I better go. I think Professor Mcgonagall is getting a little suspicious. Please do pay attention next time. You're lucky you got off easy this time. I'll see you at dinner-
Ginny rolled her eyes at the last comment, "Typical Hermoine. . .always defending my prat of a brother. You think they would finally get a clue and date already. Ha, and she even has time to scold me like I'm four or something. "Like I need to. . ."
"Ms. Weasley! Last warning or else I'll dock off points from Gryffindor."
". . .pay attention. Damn my luck. . ."
After a few minutes, much to Ginny's delight, Professor Mcgonagall was called to an emergency meeting. . .leaving the students to have a free period. (Not sure if that really exists or not. Oh well.) Once she left the room, everyone began moving around, leaving the classroom in a disoriented state. Ginny happily stood up and began packing up her stuff, wanting to leave the class immediately before the dream team or Malfoy spotted her. Unfortunately, she was too late.
"Well if it isn't the little weaselette," Draco mocked with a sinister grin, his gang following close behind, "Leaving so soon?"
"Funny Malfoy," Ginny shot back with the same grin, "I know you're talking to me. And I know you're trying to say something really important. But all I can hear coming out of your mouth is, 'blah. . .blah. . .blah. . .hi I'm a big fat idiot. . .blah' Really sorry, I think there's something wrong with my hearing lately."
"Wow. Weasley definitely changed over the summer," Draco thought to himself, "She isn't that shy weasel I met long ago."
"Well Malfoy? Have anything else to say to me?" Ginny asked defiantly, as she picked up her things, "Because I rather not be around you for this long. I mean stupidity is contagious."
"Funny weaselette," Draco replied, a smirk on his lips, "You have more backbone than your pathetic brother will ever have."
"Leave my brother out of this Malfoy," Ginny whispered in a deadly tone, her fist tightening in anger.
"Oh what? The little weasel can't defend himself anymore? Has to get his sister to fight his battles now?" Draco asked loudly, words dripping with sarcasm, "Pathetic really."
"What did you say Malfoy?!" shouted a very angry voice from behind.
Ginny turned, only to be greeted by the sight of her fuming brother and his friends. "Ron, it's okay I can handle this," Ginny pleaded, inwardly furious about the interruption.
Ron's icy glare moved on from Malfoy to Ginny, as he shot back accusingly, "You! I told you to stay out of my battles. . .but here you are fighting with this prat again!"
"For your information brother, Malfoy here was the one who approached me. Not you, not the dream team, ME!" Ginny shouted with as much anger, "And the last time I recall, not every fight with me and Malfoy concerns you!"
"Ginny. . ." Harry and Hermoine whispered in unison, trying desperately to stop the argument from getting worse.
"Don't even try," Ginny interrupted darkly, while glaring at the two, "I'm sick of hearing it. Find someone who cares to listen." With that, Ginny was about to leave until. . .
"Well, well. . ." Draco smirked, very satisfied with the heated argument that took place, "Whoever knew. Weasel, I didn't know your sister was tougher than you? At least one member of the weasel family isn't brainless."
"I told you to leave my family out of this!!" Ginny screamed in rage, as she took out her wand and chanted (Right word? Don't know) a powerful hex. Unfortunately for Ginny, Draco was well prepared and stopped the hex with one of his own. Ginny closed her eyes in fear, waiting for the hex to hit her. . .but nothing happened. Slowly, the young witch opened her eyes and screamed at the sight. There, lying on the floor in pain was a very sick looking Harry. "We have to get him to the Hospital Wing now!" Ginny yelled to the others, before lunging at a pleased Draco. "You (punch) jerk (punch), how dare you (punch) hurt (punch) him!!"
"Get off of me Weasley!" Draco yelled back, while trying to block the various punches aimed at his face.
"Ms. Weasley! Mr. Malfoy!" a familiar voice yelled, causing all the chaos to stop for a moment, "I cannot believe this! You two! Detention for two weeks and fifty points from Slytherin and Gryffindor! Now all of you out of my classroom before you do some more damage!!"
"Yes Professor Mcgonagall. . ." the six years, excluding a fuming Ginny and Draco, replied quickly, before leaving the room in a hurry. The only ones left were the two Weasleys, Draco, Hermoine and of course a hexed Harry, who was still on the floor in pain.
"Now, you two will start your detentions next week, since Ginny here has to serve another weeks detention with Snape. Now you better leave before I decide to make it worse," the professor threatened, before turning her attentions to the rest, "Hermoine, I think you better bring Harry to the Hospital wing. Take Ron with you, I doubt he can stand up with that kind of hex on him."
"You think he'll be alright by tomorrow?" Ron inquired, hoping his best friend would be okay once again.
"I'm sure he'll be fine Ron. . .but I doubt by tomorrow. By the looks of it, he might be out for at least two weeks, the most," was the reply. "By the way Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Weasley. . .what did you do to Mr. Potter?"
"Don't know exactly. . .it just. . .happened," Draco and Ginny answered simultaneously, not entirely sure of what to say, "I guess it's because we hexed each other at the same time. Maybe they mixed or something?"
"Possibly. . ." Professor Mcgonagall whispered softly, before her voice turned stern once again, "Now get to your next class."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- wow. . .that sucked. Haha, well I definitely don't know where the hell this is going now. But oh wellz. . .I'll figure it out by tomorrow. Anyways, next chapter will prolly come soon. . .unless work (yes I have a job) really messes me up. But yeah, I'll definitely move on with the plot and get this thing done. K bye.
It was later in the morning when Ginny was forced to separate from her two friends and head down to class alone. She, unlike many other students in her year, was offered a choice to take an advanced class with the year ahead. Ginny, of course with her parents' pushing, chose to take the opportunity. But in the end, she wasn't all too happy with the decision. . .especially because she was forced to be stuck with the dream team all alone.
"Oh God." Ginny thought unhappily, as she twirled her quill around in tedium, "Of all classes, why did I take advanced Transfiguration?" She quickly glanced at the silent figure across the room, who was currently staring out the window in boredom. "That's why. . .damn me and my stupidity."
"Ms. Weasley," Professor Mcgonagall called out, interrupting Ginny's thoughts, "Can you please repeat what I just said?"
Ginny quickly glanced up in surprise and shock, before diverting her eyes down in complete embarrassment. "Um. . .um. . ."
"Please Ms. Weasley, I know it's your first time in an advanced placement class, but do pay attention," Professor Mcgonagall lectured, giving Ginny a small smile before returning to teaching, "Now students. . ."
"Phew. . .that was a little to close. . ." Ginny whispered with relief; happy she didn't get in too much trouble on the first day. She was in already enough trouble with Snape, and probably with her mum too if she ever found out about it. "Oh and I almost forgot about the dream teams not pleased with me either. . ." Ginny mentally sneered, suddenly remembering the incident a few hours ago. "Well they can all just kiss my. . ." But Ginny's thoughts were interrupted a second time, as a crumpled ball hit her from behind. "What the?"
With one swift motion, Ginny cautiously picked up the paper ball, just in case Professor Mcgonagall happened to turn around at that moment. Luckily, and to Ginny's relief, she just continued on lecturing, giving her enough time to read the note. She unraveled the ball in silence and suddenly recognized Hermoine's neat writing cursive.
-Really sorry about this morning Ginny. I guess you just hurt Ron's pride a little. You know how he always talks about protecting you. . .not the other way around. I know you'll understand. . .he cares a great deal about you Ginny. Well I better go. I think Professor Mcgonagall is getting a little suspicious. Please do pay attention next time. You're lucky you got off easy this time. I'll see you at dinner-
Ginny rolled her eyes at the last comment, "Typical Hermoine. . .always defending my prat of a brother. You think they would finally get a clue and date already. Ha, and she even has time to scold me like I'm four or something. "Like I need to. . ."
"Ms. Weasley! Last warning or else I'll dock off points from Gryffindor."
". . .pay attention. Damn my luck. . ."
After a few minutes, much to Ginny's delight, Professor Mcgonagall was called to an emergency meeting. . .leaving the students to have a free period. (Not sure if that really exists or not. Oh well.) Once she left the room, everyone began moving around, leaving the classroom in a disoriented state. Ginny happily stood up and began packing up her stuff, wanting to leave the class immediately before the dream team or Malfoy spotted her. Unfortunately, she was too late.
"Well if it isn't the little weaselette," Draco mocked with a sinister grin, his gang following close behind, "Leaving so soon?"
"Funny Malfoy," Ginny shot back with the same grin, "I know you're talking to me. And I know you're trying to say something really important. But all I can hear coming out of your mouth is, 'blah. . .blah. . .blah. . .hi I'm a big fat idiot. . .blah' Really sorry, I think there's something wrong with my hearing lately."
"Wow. Weasley definitely changed over the summer," Draco thought to himself, "She isn't that shy weasel I met long ago."
"Well Malfoy? Have anything else to say to me?" Ginny asked defiantly, as she picked up her things, "Because I rather not be around you for this long. I mean stupidity is contagious."
"Funny weaselette," Draco replied, a smirk on his lips, "You have more backbone than your pathetic brother will ever have."
"Leave my brother out of this Malfoy," Ginny whispered in a deadly tone, her fist tightening in anger.
"Oh what? The little weasel can't defend himself anymore? Has to get his sister to fight his battles now?" Draco asked loudly, words dripping with sarcasm, "Pathetic really."
"What did you say Malfoy?!" shouted a very angry voice from behind.
Ginny turned, only to be greeted by the sight of her fuming brother and his friends. "Ron, it's okay I can handle this," Ginny pleaded, inwardly furious about the interruption.
Ron's icy glare moved on from Malfoy to Ginny, as he shot back accusingly, "You! I told you to stay out of my battles. . .but here you are fighting with this prat again!"
"For your information brother, Malfoy here was the one who approached me. Not you, not the dream team, ME!" Ginny shouted with as much anger, "And the last time I recall, not every fight with me and Malfoy concerns you!"
"Ginny. . ." Harry and Hermoine whispered in unison, trying desperately to stop the argument from getting worse.
"Don't even try," Ginny interrupted darkly, while glaring at the two, "I'm sick of hearing it. Find someone who cares to listen." With that, Ginny was about to leave until. . .
"Well, well. . ." Draco smirked, very satisfied with the heated argument that took place, "Whoever knew. Weasel, I didn't know your sister was tougher than you? At least one member of the weasel family isn't brainless."
"I told you to leave my family out of this!!" Ginny screamed in rage, as she took out her wand and chanted (Right word? Don't know) a powerful hex. Unfortunately for Ginny, Draco was well prepared and stopped the hex with one of his own. Ginny closed her eyes in fear, waiting for the hex to hit her. . .but nothing happened. Slowly, the young witch opened her eyes and screamed at the sight. There, lying on the floor in pain was a very sick looking Harry. "We have to get him to the Hospital Wing now!" Ginny yelled to the others, before lunging at a pleased Draco. "You (punch) jerk (punch), how dare you (punch) hurt (punch) him!!"
"Get off of me Weasley!" Draco yelled back, while trying to block the various punches aimed at his face.
"Ms. Weasley! Mr. Malfoy!" a familiar voice yelled, causing all the chaos to stop for a moment, "I cannot believe this! You two! Detention for two weeks and fifty points from Slytherin and Gryffindor! Now all of you out of my classroom before you do some more damage!!"
"Yes Professor Mcgonagall. . ." the six years, excluding a fuming Ginny and Draco, replied quickly, before leaving the room in a hurry. The only ones left were the two Weasleys, Draco, Hermoine and of course a hexed Harry, who was still on the floor in pain.
"Now, you two will start your detentions next week, since Ginny here has to serve another weeks detention with Snape. Now you better leave before I decide to make it worse," the professor threatened, before turning her attentions to the rest, "Hermoine, I think you better bring Harry to the Hospital wing. Take Ron with you, I doubt he can stand up with that kind of hex on him."
"You think he'll be alright by tomorrow?" Ron inquired, hoping his best friend would be okay once again.
"I'm sure he'll be fine Ron. . .but I doubt by tomorrow. By the looks of it, he might be out for at least two weeks, the most," was the reply. "By the way Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Weasley. . .what did you do to Mr. Potter?"
"Don't know exactly. . .it just. . .happened," Draco and Ginny answered simultaneously, not entirely sure of what to say, "I guess it's because we hexed each other at the same time. Maybe they mixed or something?"
"Possibly. . ." Professor Mcgonagall whispered softly, before her voice turned stern once again, "Now get to your next class."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- wow. . .that sucked. Haha, well I definitely don't know where the hell this is going now. But oh wellz. . .I'll figure it out by tomorrow. Anyways, next chapter will prolly come soon. . .unless work (yes I have a job) really messes me up. But yeah, I'll definitely move on with the plot and get this thing done. K bye.