Chapter Two: Apossibly

"Can you please explain
The reasons why you were so
Afraid of consequence
When we first said hello"

When Draco woke up the next morning the first thing on his mind was the girl's diary. Making sure no one was around to see what he was doing, he pulled it out of his trunk and continued reading.

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"Where is it?" Ginny asked to no one in particular.

"Where is what?" Vider said.

Not taking her eyes from her trunk, she said "My diary!" and continued to look frantically.

Vider just looked quizzically at her.

Ginny suddenly flopped down on the floor and exclaimed,

"I must have left the thing at home! Ah well,  I can send an owl to mum about it."

"Alright, do that later!" Said Vider, bouncing around. "We need to go down to breakfast!"

After Ginny had put all the stuff she dragged out of her trunk back, Vider bounded out of the common room, followed by a laughing Ginny.

Vider was obviously very excited. This was her first day at Hogwarts, and unlike the Beauxbatons students who came last year she was very impressed by it. Ginny kept snickering as Vider skipped to the great hall, earning strange looks from everyone who passed by.

When they got to the Great Hall Vider just sort of stood in the middle of the room, not really knowing where to go. Ginny felt everyone's eyes on her as she dragged Vider to the Gryffindor table, a strange feeling, as usually she felt as if she might as well have been one of the ghosts.

They sat down, and Ginny couldn't help but look at Draco over at the Slytherin table. He seemed to be struggling to eat while reading.

'You don't see that every day.' She thought. She finished her breakfast and then tapped Vider on the shoulder and told her that they needed to go to class. Vider waved bye to all of her "adoring fans" as Ginny called them. They had Defense Against the Dark Arts class first and Ginny was wondering who the new teacher was. They walked into the classroom and were greeted by a witch who looked the sort of person you would least expect to be a teacher. She was about twenty-five, wearing all black; a tight black shirt, black pants and a black cloak with silver fastenings, billowing out behind her in a way that reminded Ginny of Professor Snape. She and Vider sat down in the two seats in front of the teacher's desk.

As soon as the clock turned nine-thirty, the teacher waved her wand at the door, shutting it and nearly catching the cloaks of a couple of late students. She sat down at her desk, putting her feet up on the table and showing a pair of rather painful-looking leather boots, presumably dragon-hide.

'She and Bill would get on well.' Thought Ginny with a smile.

"Good Morning class," The teacher said in a deep voice, and though it wasn't very loud, it seemed to echo through the room. "Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I am Professor Dreana Snape."

All of the idle whispering that had been going on before that time suddenly stopped, and the silence in the room was deafening.

After what seemed like an eternity, Colin Creevey slowly raised his hand.

"Yes Colin."

"Are you related to Professor Snape?" Said Colin, stuttering. He caught himself and said quickly, "I mean the other one."

She grinned, which coming from her was a very scary sight.

"Oh yes, Sevvy is my sweet, cuddly, big brother."

Noises of disgust erupted from the class at the thought of Professor Severus Snape as "sweet and cuddly."

Professor Dreana Snape just grinned wider.

"Oh, I see that my big brother has earned himself a not-so-good reputation among his students. Well, I assure you he is not all bad." She caught herself, and tried to make herself be more serious.

"Enough talk about family, I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and not him. We have a limited time, so let's get down to business. We'll start with a review of last year, Werewolves. Can anyone tell me about them?" She said, expecting only a few students to raise their hands.

Almost all of the student's hands shot up except for Ginny's. Professor Snape noticed this and called on her.

"Ginny, is it?"

Ginny nodded, nervously.

"Would you please tell us about Werewolves?"

Ginny was shocked. When she was younger she always raised her hand, but the teachers never called on her so she had finally just given up.

"Yes. Werewolves are found worldwide, but it is believed they originated in northern Europe. Humans can turn into Werewolves when bitten, but no other way. Animals are not affected.
Once a month at the full moon the bitten muggle or witch or wizard transforms into a murderous wolf-like beast. Other than that time the person is not changed, save for slightly heightened senses. There is no known cure, however the wolfsbane potion will make the person transform into a harmless wolf until the sunrise."

Professor Snape looked surprised but very pleased. The rest of the class was just plain shocked. None of them really knew she existed, much less that she actually paid attention in class.

"Thank you Miss Weasley, I could not have explained it better myself."

The rest of the class was spent talking about Werewolves but Ginny wasn't paying attention. Besides she already knew everything they were talking about. After class Vider went on and on about the lesson.

"Your teacher is very good! And how you knew all that about Werewolves, that was really…how you say…cool?" She said, and they both laughed.

They had one more class before lunch, Divination. Ginny had been taking Divination for a year now, but according to Professor Trelawney she did not posses the "Inner Eye". They climbed the ladder to the classroom and Ginny felt the wave of perfume envelop her. Trelawney had a bit of a fetish for making large entrances, and she didn't put that aside this year. Once all of the students were inside the classroom, the room went dark. At the back of the room a small light appeared, and grew larger, somewhat blocked by a large, rather fuzzy shadow. Suddenly all of the lights came back on and Professor Trelawney was there, with the odd look in her eye that had been there since before any student could remember.

"Good Morning class, welcome back to Divination. This year you will be continuing your education on divining the future from the stars. You will each draw up a star chart of the moment you were born according to your book. I have foreseen that you all know how to do this correctly." Said Professor Trelawney, and all the students got to work.

After a while Ginny said, "This can't be right."

"What can't be right?" Vider asked.

Ginny checked her chart again, then said, "This, it has Mars and Neptune in alignment, which means 'great power'. And then the constellation Draco in the sky, which could mean any number of things but…" As Ginny didn't want to elaborate, she just said, "It's just really weird."

Vider look at the chart herself, then said "I agree, it is very strange."

Just then Professor Trelawney walked over to check on how Ginny and Vider were doing. She took a look at Ginny's chart and her eyes widened.

"My dear, this is a very sad fate for you. Mars in this position means the one you love the most will kill you!"

"Well, at least I know now so I can be paranoid about relationships for the rest of my life, right?"

Vider and a few other Gryffindors snickered.

"My dear, this is nothing to joke about!"

"You're right, it's everything to joke about!"

The whole class burst out laughing.

"That is enough!" Professor Trelawney yelled. Everyone quieted down. "Miss Weasley, you have just lost fifteen points from Gryffindor and have earned yourself a detention. Now everyone get back to work!"

After class Ginny and Vider were complaining about the Professor.

"Who does she think she is?" Said Ginny. "Basically threatening me, and I'm the one who gets punished!" Vider just nodded while Ginny continued ranting.

Ginny's rant continued all the way down to the Great Hall, where Harry and Ron were stuffing food down their throats as usual. For some reason Ginny couldn't eat. She looked up and saw an eagle owl drop a letter onto her lap. She opened it and it said that her detention was with Madam Pince tomorrow night at eight. She felt a pair of eyes staring at her, but when she turned around she couldn't find to whom they belonged.

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After breakfast Draco went to his part of the library and pulled out the diary. He got to about halfway through it before he had to go to potions with the Gryffindors. As soon as his classes were over he went back to his spot and read instead of going to lunch. When it was time for the afternoon classes to start he was almost finished, and he didn't want to put it down. After about twenty minutes he came to the end of the book and saw what he had been hoping for: the name of the girl. He looked at it then slammed the book shut in horror. What he had read was Ginevra Weasley. He just sat there for a while.

'This is the little Weasel.'  He thought. 'Ginevra Weasley. That's the girl that I…. I what?'
Still pondering this he put the book back into his bag. thinking that he would give it to Ginny next time he saw her. As he walked out of the library Professor McGonagall stopped him. She asked him why he missed Transfiguration and since he could not give a good reason why he didn't come to class she gave him a detention and five points from Slytherin. "Since there is another student who has gotten detention you will be serving it with her tomorrow night at eight with Madam Pince. I hope that you will not miss class again." She said.

"Yes Professor."

"Good day, Mr. Malfoy."  She said, walking away. Draco hurried to his next class, Charms, he didn't want to be late and lose more points, then have to explain why to Professor Snape. He wondered who he had detention with. He hoped to god that it wasn't Pansy. That girl had assumed she was his girlfriend for all of his years at Hogwarts; and in her mind that meant that every time she saw him she had to cling to him so much that it looked like she was holding on for dear life. He had tried desperately to tell her that they were not going out but she wouldn't listen. She would usually say something like "Oh Drakie, you're such a kidder!" That was one of the things he hated about her. She was always using that stupid nickname for him. He wanted to just give he a good smack upside the head but what would his father say to that. He could just imagine it. It would be something like "Miss Parkinson is from a very prominent family, you may have a future with her, so you'd better learn to tolerate her or else!"

The "or else" was usually the Cruciatus Curse or something like it. Other people thought Draco had the perfect life and Draco worked hard to keep up that image, always acting rude and spoiled but actually he was jealous of other people. None of them had to "uphold the family honor". None of them were expected to become Death Eaters like he was. He wished he could be like them.