Disclaimer: I do not own the characters Virginia Weasely, Draco Malfoy, Ron
Weasely, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger or Lucius Malfoy. The Harry Potter
universe belongs to author J.K. Rowling (as I'm sure everyone knows).
Ginny Weasley walked the halls of Hogwarts with the "Dream Team" who were on their way to a Potions lesson, taught by their most hated professor Severus Snape. Ginny herself had some time on her hands, and decided to accompany them for lack of anything better to do. They were all chatting about a Quidditch game that Gryffindor had won against Slytherin the day before, thanks to Harry's unique Seeker talents. He had been a tad over zealous as it was his first game since that Umbridge woman had taken his broom, so needless to say, it had ended in a rather uncanny way.
"I still cannot believe you caught the Snitch in your pants. That's one for the books!" Ron said with a laugh.
Harry blushed. "Stop reminding me."
"I mean I can understand down your shirt-"
"Ron." Ginny scolded.
"Honestly, swallowing it was unbelievable."
"Ron, leave him be." She said, trying not to smile.
"But catching with your pants? Now that takes skill!"
"All right, that'll do." Said Hermione sternly, but her mouth was twitching dangerously.
"You're right. I'm sorry. Really, you did a good job regardless." He pat him on the back.
"Thanks." Harry smiled, not actually that bothered.
"Sure, Harry." Ginny piped up, trying to make him feel better about the situation. "I don't think anyone is even thinking about it. They're just happy you beat Slytherin." She pulled her robes tighter around her, as they were now in the freezing cold dungeons. They approached the door to the dimly lit potion's room.
The others were nodding in agreement to her statement, when a drawling voice came from behind them, making them shiver unanimously in disgust. "I would hardly choose the word 'beat'. Once again, Potter, you managed to fluke another win."
They could feel Malfoy's smirk directed at them. The older three meant to simply ignore him, as they had learned by now it was the only way to be rid of him. But Ginny, she wouldn't have it. She didn't know much about the horrid history they had with Malfoy, only what they had told her, and of course she'd had her own run ins with him a few times. She knew his reputation of being a cold, unfeeling, aristocratic bastard, and learned all the terrifying rumors about his father. And who could forget the much-vindicated 'Ferret' incident? Why, she herself had been able to overpower him just last year. On top of all that, he had insulted her friend, and she wasn't going to take it lying down. She turned to face Malfoy who was too busy guffawing with his friends to notice at first.
"Ginny?" Said Ron in an 'are you nuts?' tone of voice. She just waved her hand at him in dismissal and stared Malfoy in the eye with a hard glare as he turned, finally seeing her in front of him.
"What, are you a sore loser Malfoy?" she asked accusingly.
Malfoy was slightly taken off guard. He hadn't expected any of them to defend themselves, least of all the youngest Weasley. The most intelligent thing he could think of to say under pressure was, "Move it, Red."
Ginny gave a sarcastic cringe, clearly not going anywhere.
"Wow, yer slipping Mal-ferret. Even I could have come up with
something better than that and that's saying something."
Malfoy was becoming rather irritated. He didn't like the way his teasing was backfiring in his face. And now people were starting to arrive to class and were forming an audience. He wanted to finish this quickly. Ginny on the other hand was having the time of her life. This was surprisingly easy, making a fool of him, remarkably so.
"Be careful who you mess with, Weasel." Malfoy warned, moving to get past her. But Ginny stood her ground, which evidently happened to be in his path.
"Is that a threat?" She asked, not bothering to hide her amusement.
"You are really pushing your luck kid." He said through gritted teeth. The classroom was filled with heavy tension. Who knew what a Malfoy was willing to do, or capable of doing, for that matter?
"Ginny..." Hermione whispered urgently. But Ginny didn't hear her. She was enjoying watching Malfoy squirm too much.
"Oh, what are you going to do," she cooed mockingly, "sic your Daddy on me?
Malfoy's face went red with pent-up anger, his lips a thin line as he glared viciously at Ginny. The little witch was going to pay for this humiliation. He suddenly whipped out his wand in frustration and pointed it in her face, his hand shaking with rage. Several onlookers gave gasped lightly and took a step back, but Ginny hadn't even flinched. She just looked at the tip of the wand with a bored expression. Malfoy lifted it above his head and began, "Rict-"
"Oh please!" Ginny scoffed, and with a swift arm movement, had the wand in her hand and pointed at his chest in a flash.
"You know, if you plan to stay a Seeker, you might want to work on those reflexes."
She feigned handing the wand to him and at the last second threw it away behind him.
"Go fetch, Ferret." She smirked.
Malfoy was seething at this point. He had his hands ready to wrap around her neck. But before he could react, a booming voice at the front of the classroom roared, "MISS WEASLEY!"
Everyone whipped around to see Professor Snape, who had entered through a door by his desk. He now stood behind this desk, looking nearly as enraged as Malfoy, if not more.
"I have never, in all my years of teaching at Hogwarts, witnessed such insolence." He said in an eerily calm voice.
"You, young lady, will serve a detention here every evening after school. For a week. Now pick up his wand and then leave my classroom immediately."
"But sir-"
"Would you like to go for two weeks!" He threatened with sudden ferocity. Ginny looked at the floor a moment, biting her tongue, as she didn't want to get into more trouble. When the temptation to swear had passed, she lifted her head with a plastered on smile.
"No sir. Sorry sir." She replied, overly sweet. She walked past Malfoy, bumping him with her shoulder as she did. She picked up the wand, then turned to him, the smile still on her face. She leaned in close to his ear.
"You'd better watch it Mal-ferret, or I might stick a muggle-born between your sheets." She hissed, then thumped the wand hard into his chest. He fought the urge to strangle her to death, and instead just sneered down at her, snatching the wand from her grasp. They appeared to be battling mentally as they stood staring at one another hatefully.
"Good-bye, Miss Weasley!" Snape shouted, breaking their eye contact. Ginny looked to him, then back at Malfoy. Then she turned and left the classroom, the stares of the stunned sixth years on her back.
Ginny Weasley walked the halls of Hogwarts with the "Dream Team" who were on their way to a Potions lesson, taught by their most hated professor Severus Snape. Ginny herself had some time on her hands, and decided to accompany them for lack of anything better to do. They were all chatting about a Quidditch game that Gryffindor had won against Slytherin the day before, thanks to Harry's unique Seeker talents. He had been a tad over zealous as it was his first game since that Umbridge woman had taken his broom, so needless to say, it had ended in a rather uncanny way.
"I still cannot believe you caught the Snitch in your pants. That's one for the books!" Ron said with a laugh.
Harry blushed. "Stop reminding me."
"I mean I can understand down your shirt-"
"Ron." Ginny scolded.
"Honestly, swallowing it was unbelievable."
"Ron, leave him be." She said, trying not to smile.
"But catching with your pants? Now that takes skill!"
"All right, that'll do." Said Hermione sternly, but her mouth was twitching dangerously.
"You're right. I'm sorry. Really, you did a good job regardless." He pat him on the back.
"Thanks." Harry smiled, not actually that bothered.
"Sure, Harry." Ginny piped up, trying to make him feel better about the situation. "I don't think anyone is even thinking about it. They're just happy you beat Slytherin." She pulled her robes tighter around her, as they were now in the freezing cold dungeons. They approached the door to the dimly lit potion's room.
The others were nodding in agreement to her statement, when a drawling voice came from behind them, making them shiver unanimously in disgust. "I would hardly choose the word 'beat'. Once again, Potter, you managed to fluke another win."
They could feel Malfoy's smirk directed at them. The older three meant to simply ignore him, as they had learned by now it was the only way to be rid of him. But Ginny, she wouldn't have it. She didn't know much about the horrid history they had with Malfoy, only what they had told her, and of course she'd had her own run ins with him a few times. She knew his reputation of being a cold, unfeeling, aristocratic bastard, and learned all the terrifying rumors about his father. And who could forget the much-vindicated 'Ferret' incident? Why, she herself had been able to overpower him just last year. On top of all that, he had insulted her friend, and she wasn't going to take it lying down. She turned to face Malfoy who was too busy guffawing with his friends to notice at first.
"Ginny?" Said Ron in an 'are you nuts?' tone of voice. She just waved her hand at him in dismissal and stared Malfoy in the eye with a hard glare as he turned, finally seeing her in front of him.
"What, are you a sore loser Malfoy?" she asked accusingly.
Malfoy was slightly taken off guard. He hadn't expected any of them to defend themselves, least of all the youngest Weasley. The most intelligent thing he could think of to say under pressure was, "Move it, Red."
Ginny gave a sarcastic cringe, clearly not going anywhere.
"Wow, yer slipping Mal-ferret. Even I could have come up with
something better than that and that's saying something."
Malfoy was becoming rather irritated. He didn't like the way his teasing was backfiring in his face. And now people were starting to arrive to class and were forming an audience. He wanted to finish this quickly. Ginny on the other hand was having the time of her life. This was surprisingly easy, making a fool of him, remarkably so.
"Be careful who you mess with, Weasel." Malfoy warned, moving to get past her. But Ginny stood her ground, which evidently happened to be in his path.
"Is that a threat?" She asked, not bothering to hide her amusement.
"You are really pushing your luck kid." He said through gritted teeth. The classroom was filled with heavy tension. Who knew what a Malfoy was willing to do, or capable of doing, for that matter?
"Ginny..." Hermione whispered urgently. But Ginny didn't hear her. She was enjoying watching Malfoy squirm too much.
"Oh, what are you going to do," she cooed mockingly, "sic your Daddy on me?
Malfoy's face went red with pent-up anger, his lips a thin line as he glared viciously at Ginny. The little witch was going to pay for this humiliation. He suddenly whipped out his wand in frustration and pointed it in her face, his hand shaking with rage. Several onlookers gave gasped lightly and took a step back, but Ginny hadn't even flinched. She just looked at the tip of the wand with a bored expression. Malfoy lifted it above his head and began, "Rict-"
"Oh please!" Ginny scoffed, and with a swift arm movement, had the wand in her hand and pointed at his chest in a flash.
"You know, if you plan to stay a Seeker, you might want to work on those reflexes."
She feigned handing the wand to him and at the last second threw it away behind him.
"Go fetch, Ferret." She smirked.
Malfoy was seething at this point. He had his hands ready to wrap around her neck. But before he could react, a booming voice at the front of the classroom roared, "MISS WEASLEY!"
Everyone whipped around to see Professor Snape, who had entered through a door by his desk. He now stood behind this desk, looking nearly as enraged as Malfoy, if not more.
"I have never, in all my years of teaching at Hogwarts, witnessed such insolence." He said in an eerily calm voice.
"You, young lady, will serve a detention here every evening after school. For a week. Now pick up his wand and then leave my classroom immediately."
"But sir-"
"Would you like to go for two weeks!" He threatened with sudden ferocity. Ginny looked at the floor a moment, biting her tongue, as she didn't want to get into more trouble. When the temptation to swear had passed, she lifted her head with a plastered on smile.
"No sir. Sorry sir." She replied, overly sweet. She walked past Malfoy, bumping him with her shoulder as she did. She picked up the wand, then turned to him, the smile still on her face. She leaned in close to his ear.
"You'd better watch it Mal-ferret, or I might stick a muggle-born between your sheets." She hissed, then thumped the wand hard into his chest. He fought the urge to strangle her to death, and instead just sneered down at her, snatching the wand from her grasp. They appeared to be battling mentally as they stood staring at one another hatefully.
"Good-bye, Miss Weasley!" Snape shouted, breaking their eye contact. Ginny looked to him, then back at Malfoy. Then she turned and left the classroom, the stares of the stunned sixth years on her back.