Ginny yawned as she poured some of the toryl essence into her
cauldron. Without thinking, she had accidentally spilled it all over the
table. She gasped. "Dammit!"
"You really need to pay more attention, Gin. What's gotten into you lately?" Heather asked, pouring a little of her own toryl essence.
"I dunno. Stayed up last night," she replied.
"Why?"
"Homework."
"There wasn't that much homework, Gin."
"Well, I was spending time with Harry, so I didn't get a chance to work on it until late at night."
Heather rolled her eyes. "Boys. They will mess up your life."
"Harry's not like that! He's different," Ginny fought back.
"Whatever," Heather said, finishing up her potion. Ginny had been pouring all of that toryl essence the whole time they were talking. She noticed she used up the whole bottle. Suddenly, a loud boom could be heard. Her eyes widened with shock.
"Fuck!"
"Miss Weasley! What is the matter with you?! You're not usually this...stupid. Clean it up! Malfoy, help her! Ten points from Gryffindor!" Snape yelled.
Draco looked up at Ginny. Her face was covered with black ash as was her desk and everything else. He sighed. He walked over to her. "God dammit, Weasley. Can't you do anything right?" he scoffed.
"Her mind was on something or someone else," Heather explained. Ginny elbowed her in the ribs. Draco eyed her suspiciously.
"Get your head out of the clouds. Potter isn't it?"
"Yeah. She's been talking about him this past week. Her first boyfriend, isn't that sweet," Heather said, smiling sarcastically. Ginny glared at her.
"Ah...Potter finally asked you out. You could never say no to him, eh? It's your dream come true, ever since you were born," Draco said, smirking.
"Fuck off, Malfoy," was all Ginny said.
Ginny sat beside Harry at dinner that evening. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Ron cringed. "You're lucky I even let you go out with her. Now the least you could do is not kiss and shit in front of me!"
Harry and Ginny laughed. "Oh please, Ron. I've seen you snog Hermione once in a while," Harry said. Ron's ears turned pink and Hermione blushed madly. Ginny raised and eyebrow and laughed.
Ginny finished her dinner. The whole time, she had that gut feeling that someone was staring at her. She nervously turned around to look at the Slytherin table. She met a pair of gray mysterious, cold eyes. Their eyes met and locked. Then, she saw Crabbe elbow Draco and he smirked at her and turned around.
"Miss Weasley! What has gotten into you lately!" Snape yelled, handing her her test paper. There was a huge, red T on it. (A/N: T stands for terrible, I think...)
"Sorry, Professor," Ginny replied, quietly.
"Sorry?! You cannot apologize, Weasley. I'm afraid you will need a tutor."
"A tutor! No, Professor. I promise, I will do better," Ginny begged.
"I'm sorry. Mr. Malfoy will be giving you help after classes."
"No! I swear, I'll try harder. Not Malfoy!"
Snape smirked at her and walked away.
"Well, look at the bright side Gin. At least your tutor is hot," Heather said, thoughtfully.
"I don't think so," Ginny said.
"You really need to pay more attention, Gin. What's gotten into you lately?" Heather asked, pouring a little of her own toryl essence.
"I dunno. Stayed up last night," she replied.
"Why?"
"Homework."
"There wasn't that much homework, Gin."
"Well, I was spending time with Harry, so I didn't get a chance to work on it until late at night."
Heather rolled her eyes. "Boys. They will mess up your life."
"Harry's not like that! He's different," Ginny fought back.
"Whatever," Heather said, finishing up her potion. Ginny had been pouring all of that toryl essence the whole time they were talking. She noticed she used up the whole bottle. Suddenly, a loud boom could be heard. Her eyes widened with shock.
"Fuck!"
"Miss Weasley! What is the matter with you?! You're not usually this...stupid. Clean it up! Malfoy, help her! Ten points from Gryffindor!" Snape yelled.
Draco looked up at Ginny. Her face was covered with black ash as was her desk and everything else. He sighed. He walked over to her. "God dammit, Weasley. Can't you do anything right?" he scoffed.
"Her mind was on something or someone else," Heather explained. Ginny elbowed her in the ribs. Draco eyed her suspiciously.
"Get your head out of the clouds. Potter isn't it?"
"Yeah. She's been talking about him this past week. Her first boyfriend, isn't that sweet," Heather said, smiling sarcastically. Ginny glared at her.
"Ah...Potter finally asked you out. You could never say no to him, eh? It's your dream come true, ever since you were born," Draco said, smirking.
"Fuck off, Malfoy," was all Ginny said.
Ginny sat beside Harry at dinner that evening. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Ron cringed. "You're lucky I even let you go out with her. Now the least you could do is not kiss and shit in front of me!"
Harry and Ginny laughed. "Oh please, Ron. I've seen you snog Hermione once in a while," Harry said. Ron's ears turned pink and Hermione blushed madly. Ginny raised and eyebrow and laughed.
Ginny finished her dinner. The whole time, she had that gut feeling that someone was staring at her. She nervously turned around to look at the Slytherin table. She met a pair of gray mysterious, cold eyes. Their eyes met and locked. Then, she saw Crabbe elbow Draco and he smirked at her and turned around.
"Miss Weasley! What has gotten into you lately!" Snape yelled, handing her her test paper. There was a huge, red T on it. (A/N: T stands for terrible, I think...)
"Sorry, Professor," Ginny replied, quietly.
"Sorry?! You cannot apologize, Weasley. I'm afraid you will need a tutor."
"A tutor! No, Professor. I promise, I will do better," Ginny begged.
"I'm sorry. Mr. Malfoy will be giving you help after classes."
"No! I swear, I'll try harder. Not Malfoy!"
Snape smirked at her and walked away.
"Well, look at the bright side Gin. At least your tutor is hot," Heather said, thoughtfully.
"I don't think so," Ginny said.