Ginny sat at one of the library tables later that afternoon, thoughtfully
staring out the window to her left. Her bag sat open beside her, but she
hadn't removed any books. Her mind was too busy for work just then.
She had a detention with Snape.
Every night.
For a week.
Then again, Malfoy had lost face in public because of her. So it wasn't a complete loss.
She smiled at the thought, rather delighted with what she had accomplished.
It promptly vanished, however when her wandering gaze fell on the last person she wanted to see. She quickly turned away, hoping against hope that he hadn't spotted her too. But she knew it was no such luck, hearing Malfoy's voice come ever closer while he spoke with his entourage of ape- men, Crabbe and Goyle. She sighed and turned to face him as he took a seat across from her. His usual arrogant smirk had returned full-fledged. He nodded at her.
"Weasley."
"Malfoy."
"Weasel."
Ginny's mouth tightened.
"Ferret."
His confident demeanor barely flickered. He refused to be bested by her again.
"Why don't you do us all a favour, and stop taking up our valuable space, hmm?" He raised an eyebrow in what he thought to be a clever manner, looking to his ape-men for support. Ginny leaned forward in her chair.
"Why don't you do us all a favour, and die?" A smirk of her own graced her features as she slowly leaned back. "Hmm?"
They stared hard at one another, Ginny seemingly daring him to retaliate. Finally, Malfoy broke the silence.
"Crabbe, Goyle", he said, his eyes still set "go save a spot at the table for dinner." It took them both a moment to comprehend this, so Malfoy looked to them and shouted, "Now!" They took off at a blundering run. Ginny snickered softly at him.
"Good idea. I'd hate to have to humiliate you in front of your little patrons again. You might lose their respect. That is, if they even know the meaning of the word..."
Malfoy pretended to be unaffected by her statement. Instead he took to picking imaginary lint off his robes. "Yes, that was quite a little show you put on this afternoon. I hope you enjoyed it."
"Oh, but I did." Her smirk became an all out, self-satisfied grin. Her triumphant tone caused Malfoy to look up sharply.
"Well, is was your last." He leaned across the table and continued in an angry whisper, not wanting to rouse the hard-nosed librarian. "Maybe you don't realize who your screwing with here. You best mind yourself and don't pick fights with people you won't be able to handle. Little girl."
"Is that right?" She appeared anything but intimidated
"It is, Weasley."
"Well, I've only got one problem with that."
"And that is?"
"Your fly is down."
A fleeting look of horror passed over him. He hastily covered the zipper of his pants, the glared at Ginny on seeing this wasn't so, causing her to laugh outright.
"Ah Malfoy, little boy trying to play the big man. Very unbecoming."
Malfoy quickly stood, appearing almost menacing in his state.
"Just don't forget who your dealing with, Red. I'd hate to have to remind you."
"Yes, I doubt you'd ever let me forget."
At that, Malfoy gave one last sniff of contempt, grabbed his bag, and turning elegantly on his heel, stormed from the library. Ginny chuckled to herself, shaking her head at his idiocy. She grabbed her own bag then and stood to leave. But something in the chair beside Malfoy's caught her eye. She walked over to it, finding a drawstring sack full of what looked like books.
'Couldn't hurt...' she assured herself and, making sure that no one was watching, sat down and casually lifted the bag on to her lap. Upon opening it, she knew right from the off that the books contained information on Dark Arts, simply from their appearance. She pulled them out, reading each title in turn. She was filled with elation as a realization dawned on her.
"Why, Draco Malfoy, I believe these books are forbidden in this school..." She muttered cheerfully. Hastily returning the books to the bag, she tucked it under her arm and, with one last look around the library, left for the Gryffindor common room.
She had a detention with Snape.
Every night.
For a week.
Then again, Malfoy had lost face in public because of her. So it wasn't a complete loss.
She smiled at the thought, rather delighted with what she had accomplished.
It promptly vanished, however when her wandering gaze fell on the last person she wanted to see. She quickly turned away, hoping against hope that he hadn't spotted her too. But she knew it was no such luck, hearing Malfoy's voice come ever closer while he spoke with his entourage of ape- men, Crabbe and Goyle. She sighed and turned to face him as he took a seat across from her. His usual arrogant smirk had returned full-fledged. He nodded at her.
"Weasley."
"Malfoy."
"Weasel."
Ginny's mouth tightened.
"Ferret."
His confident demeanor barely flickered. He refused to be bested by her again.
"Why don't you do us all a favour, and stop taking up our valuable space, hmm?" He raised an eyebrow in what he thought to be a clever manner, looking to his ape-men for support. Ginny leaned forward in her chair.
"Why don't you do us all a favour, and die?" A smirk of her own graced her features as she slowly leaned back. "Hmm?"
They stared hard at one another, Ginny seemingly daring him to retaliate. Finally, Malfoy broke the silence.
"Crabbe, Goyle", he said, his eyes still set "go save a spot at the table for dinner." It took them both a moment to comprehend this, so Malfoy looked to them and shouted, "Now!" They took off at a blundering run. Ginny snickered softly at him.
"Good idea. I'd hate to have to humiliate you in front of your little patrons again. You might lose their respect. That is, if they even know the meaning of the word..."
Malfoy pretended to be unaffected by her statement. Instead he took to picking imaginary lint off his robes. "Yes, that was quite a little show you put on this afternoon. I hope you enjoyed it."
"Oh, but I did." Her smirk became an all out, self-satisfied grin. Her triumphant tone caused Malfoy to look up sharply.
"Well, is was your last." He leaned across the table and continued in an angry whisper, not wanting to rouse the hard-nosed librarian. "Maybe you don't realize who your screwing with here. You best mind yourself and don't pick fights with people you won't be able to handle. Little girl."
"Is that right?" She appeared anything but intimidated
"It is, Weasley."
"Well, I've only got one problem with that."
"And that is?"
"Your fly is down."
A fleeting look of horror passed over him. He hastily covered the zipper of his pants, the glared at Ginny on seeing this wasn't so, causing her to laugh outright.
"Ah Malfoy, little boy trying to play the big man. Very unbecoming."
Malfoy quickly stood, appearing almost menacing in his state.
"Just don't forget who your dealing with, Red. I'd hate to have to remind you."
"Yes, I doubt you'd ever let me forget."
At that, Malfoy gave one last sniff of contempt, grabbed his bag, and turning elegantly on his heel, stormed from the library. Ginny chuckled to herself, shaking her head at his idiocy. She grabbed her own bag then and stood to leave. But something in the chair beside Malfoy's caught her eye. She walked over to it, finding a drawstring sack full of what looked like books.
'Couldn't hurt...' she assured herself and, making sure that no one was watching, sat down and casually lifted the bag on to her lap. Upon opening it, she knew right from the off that the books contained information on Dark Arts, simply from their appearance. She pulled them out, reading each title in turn. She was filled with elation as a realization dawned on her.
"Why, Draco Malfoy, I believe these books are forbidden in this school..." She muttered cheerfully. Hastily returning the books to the bag, she tucked it under her arm and, with one last look around the library, left for the Gryffindor common room.