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Chapter 2:
Ginny skipped and hopped merrily to her Potions class the next day. She was so incredibly happy and there was nothing or no one, even Snape, that could ruin it for her. She stepped in and took a seat somewhere in the back row beside Heather Mckay, her best friend.
"Why are you so happy?" Heather asked, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger tips.
"You'll never believe this!" Ginny squealed.
"What?" Heather asked again, feeling kind of exasperated.
"I am no longer single."
Heather's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her light blue eyes, questioning. "What do you mean?"
"Well, um...I have a boyfriend." Ginny added, shyly, her brown eyes gesturing towards the floor.
"No shit, Sherlock. Who?"
"Harry Potter!" Ginny squealed out. Heather smiled in disbelief.
"Since when?"
"Since last night after dinner in the Great Hall. We went back to the Gryffindor common room and stayed there until everyone went to bed. He suddenly, like kissed me and told me how he felt and asked me out," she rushed out.
"How does he feel?" Heather asked.
"Well, he said that he's only realized now what a beautiful, wonderful person I am and blah blah blah. I don't kiss and tell, Heather."
Heather stuck out her tongue. "Whatever."
Besides the fact that Ginny and Heather were best friends, they had a love/hate relationship. Ginny was in Gryffindor and Heather in Slytherin. They couldn't possibly be all friendly, now could they? They told each other secrets and things, but always made fun of each other and call each other names for a laugh. They never really meant the things they said though.
"Ahem!"
Both Ginny and Heather turned to look at Snape, who was staring menacingly at the class before him. Despite the fact that Ginny was his best student and potion maker, he still despised her.
"Welcome to another year of Potions," he said, with a twisted smile.
"This year, we will be having a teacher aide from one of the students in my 7th year class. Here he is, Draco Malfoy."
The platinum-blonde-haired Slytherin stood up and smirked at the class. Ginny frowned. Malfoy?! How was he going to 'assist' them? He was such an arrogant bastard. Malfoy sat down in a chair besides Snape's desk, while Snape continued to banter about another damn year of his sorry-arsed class.
Draco looked around at the class of nervous 6th years. He frowned when he came upon a certain red-headed young girl. Weasley. She sure had changed, and for the better. Draco couldn't take his eyes off her. She was not that innocent, sweet girl anymore. Now, she had more flare, more flame, more sexiness, and that's what drew him towards her. He wondered how long it would take before he would be able to screw her.
He suddenly scolded himself. He couldn't think such thoughts about a Weasley! It utterly disgusted him, now that he thought about it. But he still couldn't hide the fact that she was a fairly good-looking girl.
"We will begin our lesson today by making a simple potion for review, in case some of you imbeciles forgot your potions over the summer." Snape barked. Draco cringed. He even forgot some of the formulas.
"We will be concocting the Epoderas Potion, which will stop any excessive bleeding from a wound. This will be useful if some of you plan on becoming healers someday."
Draco frowned. Epoderas? He couldn't remember it. The name rang a bell but he couldn't remember the ingredients. Fuck. What if Snape asked him to name them or something? God Dammit! The horrors of being an aide: You are expected to know everything.
"Would someone care to name the ingredients?" Snape asked, menacingly looking around the class. No one raised their hand.
"Well, if none of you dunderheads doesn't know them, Mr. Malfoy would gladly name them," he said, staring at Draco. Draco gulped down his fear. He just couldn't think of it! Damn that firewhisky he had last night.
Suddenly a hand shot up in the air. Snape raised an eyebrow. "Miss Weasley?"
"Yes. It is the vampire fang, boran weed, and the toryl essence," she said, with that tone of professionalism in her voice.
Draco took a sigh of relief. She saved him. "Correct, now tell me. Which of those ingredients is considered poisonous if consumed alone?"
Ginny looked up, as if searching for the answer. This, Draco knew. "Mr. Malfoy?"
"The toryl essence," he said.
"Very good. It seems as if Miss Weasley has had her head up in the clouds." Snape said, smirking.
Ginny scowled. Who the fuck did he think he was? She answered the question didn't she? He always tried to find a way to insult her.
After about another 2 hours of Snape, Ginny made her way to the Great Hall for lunch. She had double potions, which meant even more insults from that long-nosed bastard.
She got her food and decided to eat outside in the courtyard. There, she saw Harry, sitting on the grass with Ron and Hermione, as usual. She went up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Harry hugged her back, and placed a light kiss on her neck.
Ron turned away, disgusted. He couldn't get mad though. Harry had asked his permission before asking Ginny out. After all, Harry was his best friend.
"How was potions?" Harry asked, sitting down.
"Dreadful, as usual. We have an aide in our class and guess who it is? Malfoy," Ginny explained.
"What? I'm way smarter than Malfoy in Potions. How did he get to be aide while I am stuck taking the class?" Hermione whined.
"'Cause Malfoy kissed a lot of ass."
Hermione still mumbled complaints under her breath. Ron patted her back, trying to relax her. At this gesture, Ginny knew that something was going on between the two friends.
well, there you have it. I'll add more of Draco in the next chapter.
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Chapter 2:
Ginny skipped and hopped merrily to her Potions class the next day. She was so incredibly happy and there was nothing or no one, even Snape, that could ruin it for her. She stepped in and took a seat somewhere in the back row beside Heather Mckay, her best friend.
"Why are you so happy?" Heather asked, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger tips.
"You'll never believe this!" Ginny squealed.
"What?" Heather asked again, feeling kind of exasperated.
"I am no longer single."
Heather's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her light blue eyes, questioning. "What do you mean?"
"Well, um...I have a boyfriend." Ginny added, shyly, her brown eyes gesturing towards the floor.
"No shit, Sherlock. Who?"
"Harry Potter!" Ginny squealed out. Heather smiled in disbelief.
"Since when?"
"Since last night after dinner in the Great Hall. We went back to the Gryffindor common room and stayed there until everyone went to bed. He suddenly, like kissed me and told me how he felt and asked me out," she rushed out.
"How does he feel?" Heather asked.
"Well, he said that he's only realized now what a beautiful, wonderful person I am and blah blah blah. I don't kiss and tell, Heather."
Heather stuck out her tongue. "Whatever."
Besides the fact that Ginny and Heather were best friends, they had a love/hate relationship. Ginny was in Gryffindor and Heather in Slytherin. They couldn't possibly be all friendly, now could they? They told each other secrets and things, but always made fun of each other and call each other names for a laugh. They never really meant the things they said though.
"Ahem!"
Both Ginny and Heather turned to look at Snape, who was staring menacingly at the class before him. Despite the fact that Ginny was his best student and potion maker, he still despised her.
"Welcome to another year of Potions," he said, with a twisted smile.
"This year, we will be having a teacher aide from one of the students in my 7th year class. Here he is, Draco Malfoy."
The platinum-blonde-haired Slytherin stood up and smirked at the class. Ginny frowned. Malfoy?! How was he going to 'assist' them? He was such an arrogant bastard. Malfoy sat down in a chair besides Snape's desk, while Snape continued to banter about another damn year of his sorry-arsed class.
Draco looked around at the class of nervous 6th years. He frowned when he came upon a certain red-headed young girl. Weasley. She sure had changed, and for the better. Draco couldn't take his eyes off her. She was not that innocent, sweet girl anymore. Now, she had more flare, more flame, more sexiness, and that's what drew him towards her. He wondered how long it would take before he would be able to screw her.
He suddenly scolded himself. He couldn't think such thoughts about a Weasley! It utterly disgusted him, now that he thought about it. But he still couldn't hide the fact that she was a fairly good-looking girl.
"We will begin our lesson today by making a simple potion for review, in case some of you imbeciles forgot your potions over the summer." Snape barked. Draco cringed. He even forgot some of the formulas.
"We will be concocting the Epoderas Potion, which will stop any excessive bleeding from a wound. This will be useful if some of you plan on becoming healers someday."
Draco frowned. Epoderas? He couldn't remember it. The name rang a bell but he couldn't remember the ingredients. Fuck. What if Snape asked him to name them or something? God Dammit! The horrors of being an aide: You are expected to know everything.
"Would someone care to name the ingredients?" Snape asked, menacingly looking around the class. No one raised their hand.
"Well, if none of you dunderheads doesn't know them, Mr. Malfoy would gladly name them," he said, staring at Draco. Draco gulped down his fear. He just couldn't think of it! Damn that firewhisky he had last night.
Suddenly a hand shot up in the air. Snape raised an eyebrow. "Miss Weasley?"
"Yes. It is the vampire fang, boran weed, and the toryl essence," she said, with that tone of professionalism in her voice.
Draco took a sigh of relief. She saved him. "Correct, now tell me. Which of those ingredients is considered poisonous if consumed alone?"
Ginny looked up, as if searching for the answer. This, Draco knew. "Mr. Malfoy?"
"The toryl essence," he said.
"Very good. It seems as if Miss Weasley has had her head up in the clouds." Snape said, smirking.
Ginny scowled. Who the fuck did he think he was? She answered the question didn't she? He always tried to find a way to insult her.
After about another 2 hours of Snape, Ginny made her way to the Great Hall for lunch. She had double potions, which meant even more insults from that long-nosed bastard.
She got her food and decided to eat outside in the courtyard. There, she saw Harry, sitting on the grass with Ron and Hermione, as usual. She went up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Harry hugged her back, and placed a light kiss on her neck.
Ron turned away, disgusted. He couldn't get mad though. Harry had asked his permission before asking Ginny out. After all, Harry was his best friend.
"How was potions?" Harry asked, sitting down.
"Dreadful, as usual. We have an aide in our class and guess who it is? Malfoy," Ginny explained.
"What? I'm way smarter than Malfoy in Potions. How did he get to be aide while I am stuck taking the class?" Hermione whined.
"'Cause Malfoy kissed a lot of ass."
Hermione still mumbled complaints under her breath. Ron patted her back, trying to relax her. At this gesture, Ginny knew that something was going on between the two friends.
well, there you have it. I'll add more of Draco in the next chapter.
PLEASE REVIEW!!