Chapter 4: Isn't Good News
The next few days went by quickly, much to Ginny's surprise; despite all the amounts of homework, Quidditch practice and detention she was forced to endure. Before she knew it, it was already the day before Gryffindor's first match against the infamous Slytherin.
That morning, Ginny woke up feeling sick and collapsed on the floor before she could reach the common room. (Sorry. I made her sound kind of pathetic.) Luckily, Katie found her before breakfast ended, and with the help of Colin, was able to carry the unconscious Ginny to the Hospital Wing. The Quidditch team, and all of Gryffindor were extremely worried about the news. . .hoping that their only chance to win the match would recover before then. But of course, the Slytherins didn't have the same reaction. . .and by the time the last class rolled around, they were cheering for a quick victory.
"You think she'll be fine?" Ron asked Katie, while walking down the hallway to his next class. His eyes were full of worry, his voice a mere whisper.
"I think she will be," Katie replied, giving Ron a gentle smile, "I'm sure she'll recover. We just have to wait and see."
It was in the late afternoon when Ginny finally awoke, surprised to find herself in the Hospital Wing, instead of her dorm bedroom. "What's going on?" she asked no one in particular, still groggy from the headache.
"Well you're finally awake dear," a kind voice replied, as Madam Pomfrey walked into the room, "How are you feeling?"
"Kind of tired. . .and a bit sick," Ginny answered in an audible murmur, while clutching her pained head, "What happened anyways?"
"Well you Ms. Ginny collapsed before breakfast," Madam Pomfrey said, before handing Ginny a glass of water, "Apparently you had a slight fever. I suppose it's from all the stress with the sudden Quidditch practices and detentions every night. They shouldn't be working students so hard. . .it's not good for a person's health."
"Don't worry Madam," Ginny interrupted quickly, trying to sit up from the bed, "I'll be perfectly. . .oww."
Madam Pomfrey smiled sympathetically at Ginny's failed attempt to appear fine. "Here sweety," she started, handing Ginny a small bottle, "I want you to drink this once every three hours. It'll help you with your fever so you don't have to miss the game tomorrow."
"Thanks!" Ginny exclaimed with a grateful smile, "I'll try to do my best at the match!"
"That's the spirit," Madam Pomfrey replied with a smile of her own, "Well I'll let you go now. I'm sure you're friends are very worried about you."
"Okay," Ginny said, before dashing out the door and to the Gryffindor dorms.
Once she got to the common room, Ginny was greeted by her two very relieved friends. "Ginny!" they both yelled in unison, while running towards her.
"I thought you weren't going to wake up," Katie whispered, as she pulled Ginny into a tight hug, "Everyone was worried."
"Well not everyone. . ." Colin added quickly, which caused Katie to glare in his direction.
"Don't listen to this dork Ginny," Katie intervened, as she dragged Ginny inside the common rooms, "I'll fill you in on what happened today."
"Yeah. It was pretty interesting actually," Colin added once again, disrupting Katie for the second time, "Professor Mcgonagall was actually worried! She felt guilty for making you go to all those detentions when you had Quidditch practice right after."
"Oh my God!" Ginny screamed, as sudden realization hit her, "I have detention tonight! I'll see you guys later!"
"But Ginny!!" the two yelled, but it was too late. Ginny was already way out the door and down the halls.
"Ms. Weasley!" came Professor Mcgonagall's sudden outburst, as the redhead entered the detention room, "What are you doing here? I thought you were in the Hospital Wing?"
"Well I woke up a few minutes ago, so I came here. Madam Promfrey got a little mad because I still had a fever, but I didn't want to miss detention," Ginny replied in an innocent tone, knowing that the professor would definitely go on a guilt trip after her punishment was done. Ginny noticed a smirking Draco from behind, he probably knew Ginny's plan too.
"Oh but dear," Professor Mcgonagall began, already sounding worried, "You didn't have to do that. . ."
"It's alright Professor. If I collapse, you could always just send me back to the Hospital Wing."
This made the professor cringe a bit, but quickly composed herself. "Well Ms. Weasley, since you are recovering from an illness and took the time to actually arrive at detention. . .I think you're punishment for tonight will be an easy one. I just want you two to sit quietly until I return. And! I will place a charm on the room, so if you leave, I will know. You may talk amongst yourselves though. No arguing." Then she left the room in a hurry, while mumbling something about grading papers.
"Yeah right," Ginny and Malfoy spoke up in unison. The two glanced at each other for a fleeting moment, before turning their gazes somewhere else. Ginny glimpsed around the detention room, only to find it was practically empty. . .except for two desks in the center and a chalk board in the far corner. She shivered slightly. . .the sight reminding her of the chamber.
"So Weasley," Draco began, uncertain of how to start the conversation, "Heard you collapsed this morning."
"I guess so," Ginny replied hesitantly, "Slytherins were probably celebrating. . ."
"Yeah. . ."
"So how's practice going?" Ginny asked, quickly changing the subject, "The team doing well?"
"Same stuff," Draco replied casually, keeping his cool exterior, "But I'm surprised they allowed a bunch of idiots to join the team this year. But then again the Gryffindor players would probably match their intelligence."
"Oh not this again!" Ginny shouted, rolling her eyes in annoyance, "Why can't you act civilized for once?"
"Well it's hard to act civilized around people who shouldn't be considered part of society!" Draco snapped, annoyed as well.
"Well explain this to me ferret," the youngest Weasley shot back in a low and deadly tone, "Why did you save me from falling those many months ago? You know, at the second match against Gryffindor and Slytherin?" No response.
Ginny glanced back at her archenemy, locking her doe eyes with his silver ones. She was slightly shocked to see that the usual arrogant Draco was no longer. . .but was replaced by a confused and vulnerable one. The two were quiet for a moment, unsure of what to really say. "Well?" Ginny whispered in a calmer tone, "I want to know the truth Draco."
Draco's eyes widened at the sound of his name coming from her lips. It sounded so perfect. . .as if she was meant to say it all along. "I don't know. . ." he answered shyly, his voice soft, so unlike his usual sarcastic one. "I just couldn't see you get hurt. . ." he added quietly, hoping she didn't hear.
Fortunately for him, she didn't. "Well okay," Ginny replied, eyebrow raised in suspicion, "But I wanna thank you for helping me anyways. . .even though it was just a brief moment." Ginny laughed softly, remembering the incident, "My God. . .Ron practically blew a fuse about that for weeks. I'm not sure why he was more upset. . .because he didn't save me. . .or you did."
"Well your brother is very hot-headed," Draco replied with a smirk, "And that's why he usually ends up doing something very stupid. . .especially in fights."
"Well you're the one who provokes him in the first place!" Ginny shot back jokingly, a smile on her lips, "He gets pissed off if anyone even mentions your name."
"I didn't know I had such an effect on him," Draco said in an 'innocent' tone, "I am truly amazed with myself."
"Egotistical," Ginny whispered under her breath, but loud enough for Draco to hear.
"Don't you love me for that?" was his arrogant reply.
"Yeah. . .right," Ginny answered, rolling her eyes in the process, "You are so full of yourself aren't you?"
"Of course!" Draco countered, his voice raised for more emphasis, "If I wasn't so full of myself, then I wouldn't be the great Draco Malfoy!"
"More like idiotic," Ginny said quickly, her smile widening. "But it can't be helped. Some people are just born that way."
"Oh that hurt!" Draco replied, pretending to look pained, "And I thought you loved me Ginny?"
"Fat chance of that happening. . ."
"I see you two are getting along," said a familiar voice, interrupting the conversation. In unison, the two turned. . .only to see a very amused Professor Mcgonagall standing by the doorway.
"Oh hi Professor," the two chorused simultaneously, while praying to dear God another day of detention wouldn't follow. "Didn't know you where there. . ."
"So I noticed," she replied with a wry smile. "Well since it's almost midnight, you two are dismissed from this day's detention. I expect to see you tomorrow. . .same time, same place. Be prepared to work. . .hard."
"Yes Professor," the two replied, before leaving the room in silence.
"If only they knew. . ." Mcgonagall sighed.
"Knew what?" asked a deep voice from behind, as a figure leaned against the doorway.
"Oh hi," the professor greeted in a gentle tone, "It's nothing really."
"So how did detention go with Ms. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy?" the figured inquired, eyebrow raised in curiosity, "Fighting I suppose?"
"Actually. . ." Professor Mcgonagall began, a twinkle in her eye, "It was different."
"Different?"
"Let's just say. . .interesting things are going to happen at Hogwarts," she answered, before turning out the room's lights, "Well we better be going."
"You know Minerva. . ."
"Yes?" she replied, already out the door.
"Oh nothing. Absolutely nothing," the figure spoke, while walking out the door and meeting her pace.
All that was left was a small detention classroom with two desks in the center and a lone chalk board to the far corner. . .
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Christjan (my cuz): was that even relevant to anything?
Me: shut up
But yeah I kind of agree. . .i doubt this was relevant to anything but I wanted to add something before the Quidditch chapter. Oh yeah. . .whoever the guy talking to Mcgonagall is. . .well it's my secret. Lol. If u wanna know, review and ask. K disclaimers once more: I don't own anything. Bye bye!
The next few days went by quickly, much to Ginny's surprise; despite all the amounts of homework, Quidditch practice and detention she was forced to endure. Before she knew it, it was already the day before Gryffindor's first match against the infamous Slytherin.
That morning, Ginny woke up feeling sick and collapsed on the floor before she could reach the common room. (Sorry. I made her sound kind of pathetic.) Luckily, Katie found her before breakfast ended, and with the help of Colin, was able to carry the unconscious Ginny to the Hospital Wing. The Quidditch team, and all of Gryffindor were extremely worried about the news. . .hoping that their only chance to win the match would recover before then. But of course, the Slytherins didn't have the same reaction. . .and by the time the last class rolled around, they were cheering for a quick victory.
"You think she'll be fine?" Ron asked Katie, while walking down the hallway to his next class. His eyes were full of worry, his voice a mere whisper.
"I think she will be," Katie replied, giving Ron a gentle smile, "I'm sure she'll recover. We just have to wait and see."
It was in the late afternoon when Ginny finally awoke, surprised to find herself in the Hospital Wing, instead of her dorm bedroom. "What's going on?" she asked no one in particular, still groggy from the headache.
"Well you're finally awake dear," a kind voice replied, as Madam Pomfrey walked into the room, "How are you feeling?"
"Kind of tired. . .and a bit sick," Ginny answered in an audible murmur, while clutching her pained head, "What happened anyways?"
"Well you Ms. Ginny collapsed before breakfast," Madam Pomfrey said, before handing Ginny a glass of water, "Apparently you had a slight fever. I suppose it's from all the stress with the sudden Quidditch practices and detentions every night. They shouldn't be working students so hard. . .it's not good for a person's health."
"Don't worry Madam," Ginny interrupted quickly, trying to sit up from the bed, "I'll be perfectly. . .oww."
Madam Pomfrey smiled sympathetically at Ginny's failed attempt to appear fine. "Here sweety," she started, handing Ginny a small bottle, "I want you to drink this once every three hours. It'll help you with your fever so you don't have to miss the game tomorrow."
"Thanks!" Ginny exclaimed with a grateful smile, "I'll try to do my best at the match!"
"That's the spirit," Madam Pomfrey replied with a smile of her own, "Well I'll let you go now. I'm sure you're friends are very worried about you."
"Okay," Ginny said, before dashing out the door and to the Gryffindor dorms.
Once she got to the common room, Ginny was greeted by her two very relieved friends. "Ginny!" they both yelled in unison, while running towards her.
"I thought you weren't going to wake up," Katie whispered, as she pulled Ginny into a tight hug, "Everyone was worried."
"Well not everyone. . ." Colin added quickly, which caused Katie to glare in his direction.
"Don't listen to this dork Ginny," Katie intervened, as she dragged Ginny inside the common rooms, "I'll fill you in on what happened today."
"Yeah. It was pretty interesting actually," Colin added once again, disrupting Katie for the second time, "Professor Mcgonagall was actually worried! She felt guilty for making you go to all those detentions when you had Quidditch practice right after."
"Oh my God!" Ginny screamed, as sudden realization hit her, "I have detention tonight! I'll see you guys later!"
"But Ginny!!" the two yelled, but it was too late. Ginny was already way out the door and down the halls.
"Ms. Weasley!" came Professor Mcgonagall's sudden outburst, as the redhead entered the detention room, "What are you doing here? I thought you were in the Hospital Wing?"
"Well I woke up a few minutes ago, so I came here. Madam Promfrey got a little mad because I still had a fever, but I didn't want to miss detention," Ginny replied in an innocent tone, knowing that the professor would definitely go on a guilt trip after her punishment was done. Ginny noticed a smirking Draco from behind, he probably knew Ginny's plan too.
"Oh but dear," Professor Mcgonagall began, already sounding worried, "You didn't have to do that. . ."
"It's alright Professor. If I collapse, you could always just send me back to the Hospital Wing."
This made the professor cringe a bit, but quickly composed herself. "Well Ms. Weasley, since you are recovering from an illness and took the time to actually arrive at detention. . .I think you're punishment for tonight will be an easy one. I just want you two to sit quietly until I return. And! I will place a charm on the room, so if you leave, I will know. You may talk amongst yourselves though. No arguing." Then she left the room in a hurry, while mumbling something about grading papers.
"Yeah right," Ginny and Malfoy spoke up in unison. The two glanced at each other for a fleeting moment, before turning their gazes somewhere else. Ginny glimpsed around the detention room, only to find it was practically empty. . .except for two desks in the center and a chalk board in the far corner. She shivered slightly. . .the sight reminding her of the chamber.
"So Weasley," Draco began, uncertain of how to start the conversation, "Heard you collapsed this morning."
"I guess so," Ginny replied hesitantly, "Slytherins were probably celebrating. . ."
"Yeah. . ."
"So how's practice going?" Ginny asked, quickly changing the subject, "The team doing well?"
"Same stuff," Draco replied casually, keeping his cool exterior, "But I'm surprised they allowed a bunch of idiots to join the team this year. But then again the Gryffindor players would probably match their intelligence."
"Oh not this again!" Ginny shouted, rolling her eyes in annoyance, "Why can't you act civilized for once?"
"Well it's hard to act civilized around people who shouldn't be considered part of society!" Draco snapped, annoyed as well.
"Well explain this to me ferret," the youngest Weasley shot back in a low and deadly tone, "Why did you save me from falling those many months ago? You know, at the second match against Gryffindor and Slytherin?" No response.
Ginny glanced back at her archenemy, locking her doe eyes with his silver ones. She was slightly shocked to see that the usual arrogant Draco was no longer. . .but was replaced by a confused and vulnerable one. The two were quiet for a moment, unsure of what to really say. "Well?" Ginny whispered in a calmer tone, "I want to know the truth Draco."
Draco's eyes widened at the sound of his name coming from her lips. It sounded so perfect. . .as if she was meant to say it all along. "I don't know. . ." he answered shyly, his voice soft, so unlike his usual sarcastic one. "I just couldn't see you get hurt. . ." he added quietly, hoping she didn't hear.
Fortunately for him, she didn't. "Well okay," Ginny replied, eyebrow raised in suspicion, "But I wanna thank you for helping me anyways. . .even though it was just a brief moment." Ginny laughed softly, remembering the incident, "My God. . .Ron practically blew a fuse about that for weeks. I'm not sure why he was more upset. . .because he didn't save me. . .or you did."
"Well your brother is very hot-headed," Draco replied with a smirk, "And that's why he usually ends up doing something very stupid. . .especially in fights."
"Well you're the one who provokes him in the first place!" Ginny shot back jokingly, a smile on her lips, "He gets pissed off if anyone even mentions your name."
"I didn't know I had such an effect on him," Draco said in an 'innocent' tone, "I am truly amazed with myself."
"Egotistical," Ginny whispered under her breath, but loud enough for Draco to hear.
"Don't you love me for that?" was his arrogant reply.
"Yeah. . .right," Ginny answered, rolling her eyes in the process, "You are so full of yourself aren't you?"
"Of course!" Draco countered, his voice raised for more emphasis, "If I wasn't so full of myself, then I wouldn't be the great Draco Malfoy!"
"More like idiotic," Ginny said quickly, her smile widening. "But it can't be helped. Some people are just born that way."
"Oh that hurt!" Draco replied, pretending to look pained, "And I thought you loved me Ginny?"
"Fat chance of that happening. . ."
"I see you two are getting along," said a familiar voice, interrupting the conversation. In unison, the two turned. . .only to see a very amused Professor Mcgonagall standing by the doorway.
"Oh hi Professor," the two chorused simultaneously, while praying to dear God another day of detention wouldn't follow. "Didn't know you where there. . ."
"So I noticed," she replied with a wry smile. "Well since it's almost midnight, you two are dismissed from this day's detention. I expect to see you tomorrow. . .same time, same place. Be prepared to work. . .hard."
"Yes Professor," the two replied, before leaving the room in silence.
"If only they knew. . ." Mcgonagall sighed.
"Knew what?" asked a deep voice from behind, as a figure leaned against the doorway.
"Oh hi," the professor greeted in a gentle tone, "It's nothing really."
"So how did detention go with Ms. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy?" the figured inquired, eyebrow raised in curiosity, "Fighting I suppose?"
"Actually. . ." Professor Mcgonagall began, a twinkle in her eye, "It was different."
"Different?"
"Let's just say. . .interesting things are going to happen at Hogwarts," she answered, before turning out the room's lights, "Well we better be going."
"You know Minerva. . ."
"Yes?" she replied, already out the door.
"Oh nothing. Absolutely nothing," the figure spoke, while walking out the door and meeting her pace.
All that was left was a small detention classroom with two desks in the center and a lone chalk board to the far corner. . .
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Christjan (my cuz): was that even relevant to anything?
Me: shut up
But yeah I kind of agree. . .i doubt this was relevant to anything but I wanted to add something before the Quidditch chapter. Oh yeah. . .whoever the guy talking to Mcgonagall is. . .well it's my secret. Lol. If u wanna know, review and ask. K disclaimers once more: I don't own anything. Bye bye!