Chapter 7: Fall Long and Hard
"When did charms get so. . .blah?" Ginny mumbled in a bored tone, as she twirled her quill pen between her slim fingers. She glanced around the classroom, and quickly caught the eyes of Katie, who to was twirling her pen in boredom. "Are you done with the test?" she mouthed, hoping the professor wouldn't notice. When she received a nod in reply, Ginny quickly smiled and looked down at her own test. Of course she too was finished, all lines filled with her legible handwriting. "I had to miss transfiguration for this?" she sighed, wishing she was suddenly transported to the other. . .more exciting class.
"Ms. Weasley," the professor called from his desk, "Please come here for a moment." (Haha I don't have any of my hp books so I don't know how to spell the guy's name. If someone can tell me, I'd appreciate that.)
Immediately, Ginny stood up from seat and headed over to the front, a few eyes following her along the way. "Yes professor?" she quietly asked, a nervous look on her face, "Am I in trouble?"
"Of course not Ginny!" he laughed, giving her a reassuring smile, "I just wanted to know if you were done."
"With what?" she questioned, becoming nervous once again, "There was something we had to do?" The professor looked at her in slight disbelief, while motioning to a stack of papers on his desk. "Oh the test!" she exclaimed, before lowering her voice in embarrassment, "Yes I finished. . .why?"
"Well I just received a message from the Quidditch captain," he replied, while handing her the piece of paper, "They want you to report to the meeting room before class ends."
"Oh alright," Ginny smiled, before heading back to her seat and retrieving the test. "Thank God I'm not in trouble this time," she silently thought while heading to the door.
"Oh and I will be seeing you and Katie in detention next week," the professor spoke just as Ginny stepped out, "Number one rule. . .don't talk during a test."
Ginny groaned as she walked down the corridor towards the Quidditch field. "Another day of detention to add to my list!" she grumbled, knowing her parents would go ballistic. . .again. She shivered at the thought of another howler paying her a very nice visit during breakfast. "Why me?" she cried out in exasperation, before walking on in complete silence.
When Ginny reached the meeting room, she noticed most of the players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team were already present and discussing a few game plays for the match. Without making a sound, she slipped into the room and leaned against the far wall. As usual, no one noticed or even glanced her way. Ginny sighed, silently wondering if she even existed to these people. "Maybe if I had a stupid scar imprinted on my forehead they would," she inwardly seethed, watching as the boy-who-lived talk to the team captain. "More like flirt. . ." she mumbled under her breath.
"Looks like Potter having fun," a voice said to Ginny, as the figure of Maya Simpson entered the room. Maya, a transfer student from America, was the new beater for their Quidditch team, along with her twin Alexia. They seemed like the perfect pair to replace the other set of twins who graduated the year before. . .from the flaming red hair to their tendency to cause a lot of trouble. (I know they didn't really graduate. . .but oh well. My apologizes to all those Harry lovers. I seem to pick on him a lot. Oh and Maya. . .there's your wish! Haha and yes you have red hair. Live with it!)
"You can tell from here too?" Ginny asked with a smirk, motioning a finger towards the dream team leader, "You think he would finally get a fucking clue and get on with this meeting. . ."
Maya laughed, a cruel smile on her lips. "Oh yes. But too bad he's too stuck up his own ass to realize anything," she replied, folding her arms across her chest, "So Gin, ya ready for the game?"
"Yea," she replied simply, before mumbling something inaudible.
Maya glanced at Ginny for a fleeting moment, before turning her attention back at the boy-who-lived, who was currently flirting with not only the team captain but with her twin as well. "You know Gin," Maya began, her usual sarcastic tone replaced with a serious one, "Don't let this biatch rule your life. Just cuz he overshadows you now, don't mean forever. Just continue doin whatever ya good at and kick ass at it. Someday it'll be you ruling and not some freak with a scar." (Wow. . .i'm really mean to Harry. Wow maya. . .i made you so out of character. lol)
"Thanks Maya," Ginny smiled in gratitude. It was definitely a rare sight to see the usually demented Maya being positive. . .let lone being serious about it.
"No problema!" Maya grinned back, the seriousness gone from her tone, "Now will you excuse me while I drag my sister away from the dumbass before she catches stupid." And with that, she left, leaving Ginny alone with her thoughts once more.
"If only I could believe ya. . ." she sighed, before leaving her spot near the door and moving to an empty chair next to her brother. Thus, the meeting finally started.
"Gin," Ron asked his little sister, as they headed up the flight of stairs to the field, "How come I didn't see ya at Transfiguration? It was really fun today. . .specially since Hermoine wasn't paying attention and had points docked off. First time ever I suppose."
"Wow. The great one noticed I wasn't in his presence. . ." Ginny whispered to Maya in sarcasm, while her brother was suddenly too preoccupied with someone else, "Well that didn't last long."
"No, he probably thinks his sister now has black hair, blue eyes and somehow magically got two feet taller," Maya replied, causing both girls to laugh.
"Hey, whatcha guys talking bout?"
"Butt out Alexia," Maya interjected, pushing her twin to the side, "Ginny and I happen to be discussing something very, very important."
Alexia stared at her sister with a look of awe, "Wow! You're actually discussing something that matters! So proud of you sis!"
"Ah shut up. . ."
"Oh but sis I don't think you would want me to," Alexia replied in a sly tone, "Because I have just discovered something that would eventually turn into. . ." She pulled Ginny and Maya closer, ". . .the greatest blackmailing scheme ever!"
"Girls! No blackmail scheming before a game!" a stern voice yelled from behind.
"Who the fuck made up that rule?" Maya swore, her eyes narrowed in a glare. "So what's this I hear about the perfect . . ."
"Oh wait Ron and Harry are calling me over," Alexia interrupted her sister, a crafty smile on her lips, "I'll save it for later. Bye you two. . ."
Ginny and Maya watched Alexia walk ahead, bemused looks on their faces. "Sometimes I don't even know what side she's on. . ." Maya grumbled, before turning her attention to Ginny, "Well anyways, let's get this game over with and kick some Slytherin ass." And with that, the two mounted their brooms and flew off into the sky.
"Alright the rules are simple," the Quidditch referee, Madam Hooch, explained, while eyeing the players with a firm gaze, "The main objective is to be the first to catch the snitch and end the game. That will give you a total of one hundred twenty points. The quaffle is worth ten points. You may not purposely smash into anyone, hurt anyone or anything like that. . .I'm sure Madam Promfrey wouldn't appreciate a bunch of students being brought to the hospital wing because of this game. And well the rest you probably know, so get on with it already. Let the game begin!" (I'm not sure of any of that. . .and I'm sure it's all wrong.)
Immediately, the Gryffindor chasers took control of the quaffle and were heading towards the Slytherin's goal at top speed. . .their opponents right behind them. Ginny watched in awe as their new Chaser, Alexandra, flew past the Slytherin keeper and scored a goal, before flying back towards the center field. Everyone from Gryffindor cheered with excitement, while the Slytherins grumbled amongst themselves. Draco noticed the sudden mood of disappointment from his house, but quickly dismissed it as a golden object whizzed by him. He quickly searched for any sign of the snitch, but was soon distracted by an oblivious Ginny, who suddenly bumped into him. "Watch where you're going weasel," he sneered at the redhead, his silver eyes narrowed in anger, "Can't even control your damn broom."
"Well at least I'm not some stupid ass who didn't realize the snitch was right under his damn nose until it flew away," Ginny shot back with as much anger as she met his gaze, "I suggest you follow your own advice Malfoy and get your ass back in the game."
"Oh, but I'm in the game," Malfoy replied smoothly, an evil glint in his silver eyes, "And I suggest you watch out too Weaslette. You never know what could happen at a Quidditch match. . ."
"What the hell. . ." Ginny began with a yell, but was suddenly stopped by a soft chanting. She quickly maneuvered her broom to the source of the sound, and was shocked to see all the Slytherin watching the game in silence. "What's going on?" she asked herself, silently watching as everyone else continued on with the game, completely oblivious to the soft sound. With speed, Ginny flew across the field in a quick attempt to search for the snitch and end the game. But, the more she flew, the more the chanting gradually increased. . .until she could finally make out the words.
"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord."
Ginny stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes growing wide with fear and shock. "It's that same damned poem. . .that same damned poem!" Her wide eyes flashed a deep red, full of anger as the words continued to taunt her in a teasing manner. She spun around once more, picturing the group of Slytherins chanting, but only found Draco Malfoy. . .a smirk on his face. She watched in horror as he uttered the words "To Harry, Love Ginny", carefully mouthing Harry and Ginny with emphasis. At that moment. . .Ginny just lost it. . .completely.
"You bastard!" Ginny screamed as she aimed her broom at Draco and flew straight ahead. Luckily Draco was able to move aside a split second before Ginny was able to smash into him in a point-blank collision.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he shot back, struggling to keep from falling from the near hit, "You are going fucking insane!"
"I'll show you insane!" Ginny yelled at the top of her lungs, catching the attention of Maya, who was currently hitting a bludger at a Slytherin chaser.
"Yo what's going on there?" she shouted, trying to gain their attention and avoid a bludger at the same time, "Is that asshole bothering you Ginny?"
"Asshole?" Draco spat back, as he nearly avoided another assault from Ginny, "She's the one who's attacking me!"
"Really now," Maya asked with suspicion as she directed her broom towards the two teens. When she reached them, Draco's face was already marred with a shining black eye. . .courtesy of the redhead of course. "Whoa. That's one black eye," she smirked at Draco, who scowled in return, before turning her full attention to the enraged Weasley. "Ginny what's the. . ." Maya began, but was suddenly interrupted as Ginny grabbed her club, "What the fuck? Ginny drop the club! You're not allowed to. . ." But before she could even finish her threat, Ginny suddenly gained control of a stray bludger (lol I'm making this up. . .go along with it) and aimed it directly at Draco.
"I hope you die," Ginny whispered angrily, before hitting with all her might. Before Draco could do anything, let lone fly to the side, the bludger hit him point-blank in the chest, and he came tumbling down into the ground.
Time seemed to stand still as everyone, including all the Quidditch players, watched the "Slytherin King" fall and finally hit the ground with a sickening thud. And then, chaos ensued. Ginny watched on in shock as all the teachers and students huddled around the form of Draco Malfoy, trying to bring him back to consciousness.
"What have I done?" she whispered, as she flew down towards the ground and joined the others. "Is he okay??" she asked the person next to her, too concerned with the unconscious boy to see who.
"Well Ms. Weasley, that was quite a hit he took," the deep voice of Professor Dumbledore replied, catching Ginny's full attention for the first time, "But I think he will be fine. Look, he's starting to gain consciousness now."
Ginny thanked the headmaster, before pushing her way deeper into the crowd and where Draco was laying on the grass. She felt guilt rise, as she glanced at his fallen form, knowing that ten bones were broken. . .at the least. She slowly kneeled down beside him, despite the teachers' protests, and whispered, "Draco. . .wake up please." Ginny watched as Draco painfully opened his eyes, revealing a soft silver. "Draco!" she cried with joy, celebrating that the boy was indeed alive.
"Whose Draco?"
Unfortunately, life was never that simple. . .
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my secretary: well that was stupid me: shut up. anyways, yea maybe that was stupid (secretary: see I told you!) but yea sorry for the delay in updating. My muse sortof jush. . . went away and never came back. K read and review and desclaimers: I don't own nothing. Haha.
"When did charms get so. . .blah?" Ginny mumbled in a bored tone, as she twirled her quill pen between her slim fingers. She glanced around the classroom, and quickly caught the eyes of Katie, who to was twirling her pen in boredom. "Are you done with the test?" she mouthed, hoping the professor wouldn't notice. When she received a nod in reply, Ginny quickly smiled and looked down at her own test. Of course she too was finished, all lines filled with her legible handwriting. "I had to miss transfiguration for this?" she sighed, wishing she was suddenly transported to the other. . .more exciting class.
"Ms. Weasley," the professor called from his desk, "Please come here for a moment." (Haha I don't have any of my hp books so I don't know how to spell the guy's name. If someone can tell me, I'd appreciate that.)
Immediately, Ginny stood up from seat and headed over to the front, a few eyes following her along the way. "Yes professor?" she quietly asked, a nervous look on her face, "Am I in trouble?"
"Of course not Ginny!" he laughed, giving her a reassuring smile, "I just wanted to know if you were done."
"With what?" she questioned, becoming nervous once again, "There was something we had to do?" The professor looked at her in slight disbelief, while motioning to a stack of papers on his desk. "Oh the test!" she exclaimed, before lowering her voice in embarrassment, "Yes I finished. . .why?"
"Well I just received a message from the Quidditch captain," he replied, while handing her the piece of paper, "They want you to report to the meeting room before class ends."
"Oh alright," Ginny smiled, before heading back to her seat and retrieving the test. "Thank God I'm not in trouble this time," she silently thought while heading to the door.
"Oh and I will be seeing you and Katie in detention next week," the professor spoke just as Ginny stepped out, "Number one rule. . .don't talk during a test."
Ginny groaned as she walked down the corridor towards the Quidditch field. "Another day of detention to add to my list!" she grumbled, knowing her parents would go ballistic. . .again. She shivered at the thought of another howler paying her a very nice visit during breakfast. "Why me?" she cried out in exasperation, before walking on in complete silence.
When Ginny reached the meeting room, she noticed most of the players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team were already present and discussing a few game plays for the match. Without making a sound, she slipped into the room and leaned against the far wall. As usual, no one noticed or even glanced her way. Ginny sighed, silently wondering if she even existed to these people. "Maybe if I had a stupid scar imprinted on my forehead they would," she inwardly seethed, watching as the boy-who-lived talk to the team captain. "More like flirt. . ." she mumbled under her breath.
"Looks like Potter having fun," a voice said to Ginny, as the figure of Maya Simpson entered the room. Maya, a transfer student from America, was the new beater for their Quidditch team, along with her twin Alexia. They seemed like the perfect pair to replace the other set of twins who graduated the year before. . .from the flaming red hair to their tendency to cause a lot of trouble. (I know they didn't really graduate. . .but oh well. My apologizes to all those Harry lovers. I seem to pick on him a lot. Oh and Maya. . .there's your wish! Haha and yes you have red hair. Live with it!)
"You can tell from here too?" Ginny asked with a smirk, motioning a finger towards the dream team leader, "You think he would finally get a fucking clue and get on with this meeting. . ."
Maya laughed, a cruel smile on her lips. "Oh yes. But too bad he's too stuck up his own ass to realize anything," she replied, folding her arms across her chest, "So Gin, ya ready for the game?"
"Yea," she replied simply, before mumbling something inaudible.
Maya glanced at Ginny for a fleeting moment, before turning her attention back at the boy-who-lived, who was currently flirting with not only the team captain but with her twin as well. "You know Gin," Maya began, her usual sarcastic tone replaced with a serious one, "Don't let this biatch rule your life. Just cuz he overshadows you now, don't mean forever. Just continue doin whatever ya good at and kick ass at it. Someday it'll be you ruling and not some freak with a scar." (Wow. . .i'm really mean to Harry. Wow maya. . .i made you so out of character. lol)
"Thanks Maya," Ginny smiled in gratitude. It was definitely a rare sight to see the usually demented Maya being positive. . .let lone being serious about it.
"No problema!" Maya grinned back, the seriousness gone from her tone, "Now will you excuse me while I drag my sister away from the dumbass before she catches stupid." And with that, she left, leaving Ginny alone with her thoughts once more.
"If only I could believe ya. . ." she sighed, before leaving her spot near the door and moving to an empty chair next to her brother. Thus, the meeting finally started.
"Gin," Ron asked his little sister, as they headed up the flight of stairs to the field, "How come I didn't see ya at Transfiguration? It was really fun today. . .specially since Hermoine wasn't paying attention and had points docked off. First time ever I suppose."
"Wow. The great one noticed I wasn't in his presence. . ." Ginny whispered to Maya in sarcasm, while her brother was suddenly too preoccupied with someone else, "Well that didn't last long."
"No, he probably thinks his sister now has black hair, blue eyes and somehow magically got two feet taller," Maya replied, causing both girls to laugh.
"Hey, whatcha guys talking bout?"
"Butt out Alexia," Maya interjected, pushing her twin to the side, "Ginny and I happen to be discussing something very, very important."
Alexia stared at her sister with a look of awe, "Wow! You're actually discussing something that matters! So proud of you sis!"
"Ah shut up. . ."
"Oh but sis I don't think you would want me to," Alexia replied in a sly tone, "Because I have just discovered something that would eventually turn into. . ." She pulled Ginny and Maya closer, ". . .the greatest blackmailing scheme ever!"
"Girls! No blackmail scheming before a game!" a stern voice yelled from behind.
"Who the fuck made up that rule?" Maya swore, her eyes narrowed in a glare. "So what's this I hear about the perfect . . ."
"Oh wait Ron and Harry are calling me over," Alexia interrupted her sister, a crafty smile on her lips, "I'll save it for later. Bye you two. . ."
Ginny and Maya watched Alexia walk ahead, bemused looks on their faces. "Sometimes I don't even know what side she's on. . ." Maya grumbled, before turning her attention to Ginny, "Well anyways, let's get this game over with and kick some Slytherin ass." And with that, the two mounted their brooms and flew off into the sky.
"Alright the rules are simple," the Quidditch referee, Madam Hooch, explained, while eyeing the players with a firm gaze, "The main objective is to be the first to catch the snitch and end the game. That will give you a total of one hundred twenty points. The quaffle is worth ten points. You may not purposely smash into anyone, hurt anyone or anything like that. . .I'm sure Madam Promfrey wouldn't appreciate a bunch of students being brought to the hospital wing because of this game. And well the rest you probably know, so get on with it already. Let the game begin!" (I'm not sure of any of that. . .and I'm sure it's all wrong.)
Immediately, the Gryffindor chasers took control of the quaffle and were heading towards the Slytherin's goal at top speed. . .their opponents right behind them. Ginny watched in awe as their new Chaser, Alexandra, flew past the Slytherin keeper and scored a goal, before flying back towards the center field. Everyone from Gryffindor cheered with excitement, while the Slytherins grumbled amongst themselves. Draco noticed the sudden mood of disappointment from his house, but quickly dismissed it as a golden object whizzed by him. He quickly searched for any sign of the snitch, but was soon distracted by an oblivious Ginny, who suddenly bumped into him. "Watch where you're going weasel," he sneered at the redhead, his silver eyes narrowed in anger, "Can't even control your damn broom."
"Well at least I'm not some stupid ass who didn't realize the snitch was right under his damn nose until it flew away," Ginny shot back with as much anger as she met his gaze, "I suggest you follow your own advice Malfoy and get your ass back in the game."
"Oh, but I'm in the game," Malfoy replied smoothly, an evil glint in his silver eyes, "And I suggest you watch out too Weaslette. You never know what could happen at a Quidditch match. . ."
"What the hell. . ." Ginny began with a yell, but was suddenly stopped by a soft chanting. She quickly maneuvered her broom to the source of the sound, and was shocked to see all the Slytherin watching the game in silence. "What's going on?" she asked herself, silently watching as everyone else continued on with the game, completely oblivious to the soft sound. With speed, Ginny flew across the field in a quick attempt to search for the snitch and end the game. But, the more she flew, the more the chanting gradually increased. . .until she could finally make out the words.
"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord."
Ginny stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes growing wide with fear and shock. "It's that same damned poem. . .that same damned poem!" Her wide eyes flashed a deep red, full of anger as the words continued to taunt her in a teasing manner. She spun around once more, picturing the group of Slytherins chanting, but only found Draco Malfoy. . .a smirk on his face. She watched in horror as he uttered the words "To Harry, Love Ginny", carefully mouthing Harry and Ginny with emphasis. At that moment. . .Ginny just lost it. . .completely.
"You bastard!" Ginny screamed as she aimed her broom at Draco and flew straight ahead. Luckily Draco was able to move aside a split second before Ginny was able to smash into him in a point-blank collision.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he shot back, struggling to keep from falling from the near hit, "You are going fucking insane!"
"I'll show you insane!" Ginny yelled at the top of her lungs, catching the attention of Maya, who was currently hitting a bludger at a Slytherin chaser.
"Yo what's going on there?" she shouted, trying to gain their attention and avoid a bludger at the same time, "Is that asshole bothering you Ginny?"
"Asshole?" Draco spat back, as he nearly avoided another assault from Ginny, "She's the one who's attacking me!"
"Really now," Maya asked with suspicion as she directed her broom towards the two teens. When she reached them, Draco's face was already marred with a shining black eye. . .courtesy of the redhead of course. "Whoa. That's one black eye," she smirked at Draco, who scowled in return, before turning her full attention to the enraged Weasley. "Ginny what's the. . ." Maya began, but was suddenly interrupted as Ginny grabbed her club, "What the fuck? Ginny drop the club! You're not allowed to. . ." But before she could even finish her threat, Ginny suddenly gained control of a stray bludger (lol I'm making this up. . .go along with it) and aimed it directly at Draco.
"I hope you die," Ginny whispered angrily, before hitting with all her might. Before Draco could do anything, let lone fly to the side, the bludger hit him point-blank in the chest, and he came tumbling down into the ground.
Time seemed to stand still as everyone, including all the Quidditch players, watched the "Slytherin King" fall and finally hit the ground with a sickening thud. And then, chaos ensued. Ginny watched on in shock as all the teachers and students huddled around the form of Draco Malfoy, trying to bring him back to consciousness.
"What have I done?" she whispered, as she flew down towards the ground and joined the others. "Is he okay??" she asked the person next to her, too concerned with the unconscious boy to see who.
"Well Ms. Weasley, that was quite a hit he took," the deep voice of Professor Dumbledore replied, catching Ginny's full attention for the first time, "But I think he will be fine. Look, he's starting to gain consciousness now."
Ginny thanked the headmaster, before pushing her way deeper into the crowd and where Draco was laying on the grass. She felt guilt rise, as she glanced at his fallen form, knowing that ten bones were broken. . .at the least. She slowly kneeled down beside him, despite the teachers' protests, and whispered, "Draco. . .wake up please." Ginny watched as Draco painfully opened his eyes, revealing a soft silver. "Draco!" she cried with joy, celebrating that the boy was indeed alive.
"Whose Draco?"
Unfortunately, life was never that simple. . .
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my secretary: well that was stupid me: shut up. anyways, yea maybe that was stupid (secretary: see I told you!) but yea sorry for the delay in updating. My muse sortof jush. . . went away and never came back. K read and review and desclaimers: I don't own nothing. Haha.