Chapter 6: Once You Fall
Once Ginny reached the Great Hall, she immediately sat down and began piling her plate with tons of food, causing those around her to stare in shock. Unlike her brother, who usually freaked before the Quidditch matches and couldn't eat unless Hermoine shoved it down his throat, (Not really sure if that's true. . .) she usually overloaded. She was still very angry at her unwelcomed encounter with Draco. . .even though deep inside, she knew it was her fault for starting the mess in the first place. But at the moment, it was the least of her concerns. All she wanted was to eat in peace and silence. But even that small wish was out of reach. . .
"Ginny!" yelled a familiar voice from across the table.
Ginny instantly looked up at the sound of her name, and caught eyes with the one person she hoped to avoid. Inwardly she grumbled at her very bad luck. . .but quickly placed a fake smile on her lips. "Morning. . .Ron."
"Morning!" he said in a very bright mood, obviously unaware of Ginny's forced cheer, "Excited about the game?"
"Um yeah," she replied, still watching her brother in slight disbelief as he too began piling food on his plate. "He's a little too happy," she thought in suspicion, "Don't tell me he and Hermoine had some kind of snogging session and this is the outcome?" She shivered at the thought, "Disturbing."
"Oh, why so down?" he asked once again, a huge grin on his lips, "You should be happy. I mean with Harry going to play in the game. . ."
"What did you say?" Ginny sharply interrupted, as she pounded her fist on the table in surprise and slight anger, "Well?"
"You didn't know?" Ron inquired in hesitation, startled about his sister's reaction, "I mean the whole school knows by now. He made an announcement this morning when everyone was in the Common Room."
"Really Ron," she replied in a low, but deadly tone, "And what did he say in this. . .what you would call announcement?"
"Well he said Professor Mcgonagall allowed him to play in the match and that he fully recovered. . ." Ron began, hoping what he was about to say wouldn't cause his sister to blow up, "He didn't want you to fall like last time. Thought you couldn't handle another Quidditch match. . ."
"HE WHAT??" she screamed so loudly that everyone in the Great Hall stopped to watch. "Is that what he said Ron?" she asked, not caring about the many eyes staring at her, "Is that what he really said?" He nodded weakly, too afraid to say anything else. "Well you know what Ron. . ." she began with a smirk that brought Draco's to shame, "You better tell that pothead that I have been training for this match day and night, and if he tries to just step in with a stupid excuse of me being too 'weak' then he will be sorry. I will play in this match, whether he, Professor Mcgonagall or even the entire Gryffindor house refuse. And now, LEAVE ME TO EAT IN PEACE!" She then stood up, grabbed her plate full of food, and walked towards the end of the Gryffindor table. . .leaving a very surprised and shaken Ron alone.
(sorry for all you harry fans. Lol but I culdnt help callin him a pothead! Haha yes im clinically insane)
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"Ginny! Please listen to me!"
"Hermoine, I already told you once. I do not want to talk, nor did I ever want to talk. I am not in the mood," Ginny snapped, as she quickened her pace to Charms. It was Ginny's last class before the match and she didn't feel like dealing with anything. . .especially a pestering Hermoine who wouldn't stop following her.
"Ginny! Stop right now!!" Hermoine yelled, as she grabbed hold of Ginny's arm, "Stop acting like a bitch and listen to what I have to say!"
"Hermoine," Ginny whispered, never meeting the other's gaze, "Just go to class. Please." And with that she pulled her arm from its hold and silently walked away, not really caring about what Hermoine needed to say, or the very tears that began to fall down her cheeks. It just wasn't as important anymore.
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Draco was heading towards Transfiguration with Blaise when suddenly a figure with familiar red hair walked pass him. A surge of anger shot through him, but it soon softened once he noticed tears were running freely down her cheeks. Without a word, he watched the figure of Ginny disappear into the pack of students, before turning back to his best friend. A sigh escaped his lips, as he continued walking the other way. . .Blaise meeting his pace immediately.
"So tell me Draco," a very amused Blaise asked, as they walked down the halls towards their class, "Why is the youngest Weasley so important to you?"
Draco stopped at this comment, staring cold and hard at the other, "What do you mean?" He was still livid at Ginny and the confrontation that happened earlier.
"I don't know. . ." Blaise answered slyly, trying hard not to a grin at his oh-so-oblivious friend, "I mean. . .why take so much effort to get revenge against this miniscule soul? Hmm?"
"Why all the questions?" Draco asked with a question of his own. Blaise had a sly personality to begin with and could easily gain information out of everyone. . .but it was the first he actually used his talents on the young Malfoy. And this made Draco very, very suspicious.
"Just out of curiosity," Blaise coolly replied, shrugging his shoulders at the same time, "So what's the game plan Draco?"
"Game plan?" Draco asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Since when did it suddenly become a game plan?"
Blaise laughed at this. "Well I had to call it something. I mean. . .evil plan to gain revenge on a certain redhead and his certain sister in a very certain, yet evil way isn't a very good name."
"Well neither is shut-up-Blaise," Draco shot back, a smile on his lips, "But you don't see me complaining."
"Sheesh Draco, I love your sense of humor. . ." Blaise replied sarcastically, before becoming serious once again, "But really though Draco. Are we going to keep traditional for the Quidditch match?"
"Well let's just say Blaise," Draco said, his once playful smile now an evil smirk, "The Gryffindors will be singing a different tune once we're through. . ."
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okay I promise the next chapter will be the quidditch match. . .well I hope. Hehe jush kidding. I'll finally be moving on with my long awaited plot! Hooray for me!! okay read and review. Sorry for the delay. And thanks a bunch for ur very kool reviews. I appreciate em.
Once Ginny reached the Great Hall, she immediately sat down and began piling her plate with tons of food, causing those around her to stare in shock. Unlike her brother, who usually freaked before the Quidditch matches and couldn't eat unless Hermoine shoved it down his throat, (Not really sure if that's true. . .) she usually overloaded. She was still very angry at her unwelcomed encounter with Draco. . .even though deep inside, she knew it was her fault for starting the mess in the first place. But at the moment, it was the least of her concerns. All she wanted was to eat in peace and silence. But even that small wish was out of reach. . .
"Ginny!" yelled a familiar voice from across the table.
Ginny instantly looked up at the sound of her name, and caught eyes with the one person she hoped to avoid. Inwardly she grumbled at her very bad luck. . .but quickly placed a fake smile on her lips. "Morning. . .Ron."
"Morning!" he said in a very bright mood, obviously unaware of Ginny's forced cheer, "Excited about the game?"
"Um yeah," she replied, still watching her brother in slight disbelief as he too began piling food on his plate. "He's a little too happy," she thought in suspicion, "Don't tell me he and Hermoine had some kind of snogging session and this is the outcome?" She shivered at the thought, "Disturbing."
"Oh, why so down?" he asked once again, a huge grin on his lips, "You should be happy. I mean with Harry going to play in the game. . ."
"What did you say?" Ginny sharply interrupted, as she pounded her fist on the table in surprise and slight anger, "Well?"
"You didn't know?" Ron inquired in hesitation, startled about his sister's reaction, "I mean the whole school knows by now. He made an announcement this morning when everyone was in the Common Room."
"Really Ron," she replied in a low, but deadly tone, "And what did he say in this. . .what you would call announcement?"
"Well he said Professor Mcgonagall allowed him to play in the match and that he fully recovered. . ." Ron began, hoping what he was about to say wouldn't cause his sister to blow up, "He didn't want you to fall like last time. Thought you couldn't handle another Quidditch match. . ."
"HE WHAT??" she screamed so loudly that everyone in the Great Hall stopped to watch. "Is that what he said Ron?" she asked, not caring about the many eyes staring at her, "Is that what he really said?" He nodded weakly, too afraid to say anything else. "Well you know what Ron. . ." she began with a smirk that brought Draco's to shame, "You better tell that pothead that I have been training for this match day and night, and if he tries to just step in with a stupid excuse of me being too 'weak' then he will be sorry. I will play in this match, whether he, Professor Mcgonagall or even the entire Gryffindor house refuse. And now, LEAVE ME TO EAT IN PEACE!" She then stood up, grabbed her plate full of food, and walked towards the end of the Gryffindor table. . .leaving a very surprised and shaken Ron alone.
(sorry for all you harry fans. Lol but I culdnt help callin him a pothead! Haha yes im clinically insane)
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"Ginny! Please listen to me!"
"Hermoine, I already told you once. I do not want to talk, nor did I ever want to talk. I am not in the mood," Ginny snapped, as she quickened her pace to Charms. It was Ginny's last class before the match and she didn't feel like dealing with anything. . .especially a pestering Hermoine who wouldn't stop following her.
"Ginny! Stop right now!!" Hermoine yelled, as she grabbed hold of Ginny's arm, "Stop acting like a bitch and listen to what I have to say!"
"Hermoine," Ginny whispered, never meeting the other's gaze, "Just go to class. Please." And with that she pulled her arm from its hold and silently walked away, not really caring about what Hermoine needed to say, or the very tears that began to fall down her cheeks. It just wasn't as important anymore.
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Draco was heading towards Transfiguration with Blaise when suddenly a figure with familiar red hair walked pass him. A surge of anger shot through him, but it soon softened once he noticed tears were running freely down her cheeks. Without a word, he watched the figure of Ginny disappear into the pack of students, before turning back to his best friend. A sigh escaped his lips, as he continued walking the other way. . .Blaise meeting his pace immediately.
"So tell me Draco," a very amused Blaise asked, as they walked down the halls towards their class, "Why is the youngest Weasley so important to you?"
Draco stopped at this comment, staring cold and hard at the other, "What do you mean?" He was still livid at Ginny and the confrontation that happened earlier.
"I don't know. . ." Blaise answered slyly, trying hard not to a grin at his oh-so-oblivious friend, "I mean. . .why take so much effort to get revenge against this miniscule soul? Hmm?"
"Why all the questions?" Draco asked with a question of his own. Blaise had a sly personality to begin with and could easily gain information out of everyone. . .but it was the first he actually used his talents on the young Malfoy. And this made Draco very, very suspicious.
"Just out of curiosity," Blaise coolly replied, shrugging his shoulders at the same time, "So what's the game plan Draco?"
"Game plan?" Draco asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Since when did it suddenly become a game plan?"
Blaise laughed at this. "Well I had to call it something. I mean. . .evil plan to gain revenge on a certain redhead and his certain sister in a very certain, yet evil way isn't a very good name."
"Well neither is shut-up-Blaise," Draco shot back, a smile on his lips, "But you don't see me complaining."
"Sheesh Draco, I love your sense of humor. . ." Blaise replied sarcastically, before becoming serious once again, "But really though Draco. Are we going to keep traditional for the Quidditch match?"
"Well let's just say Blaise," Draco said, his once playful smile now an evil smirk, "The Gryffindors will be singing a different tune once we're through. . ."
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okay I promise the next chapter will be the quidditch match. . .well I hope. Hehe jush kidding. I'll finally be moving on with my long awaited plot! Hooray for me!! okay read and review. Sorry for the delay. And thanks a bunch for ur very kool reviews. I appreciate em.