Ginny took her seat next to her friends Lavender and Parvati. Over the
years the three of them had become quit close, well as close as anyone
could get to Ginny.
She was very distant and secretive, but her friends accepted it and didn't try to push things out of her, not like that damned Dream Team. Ginny scowled mentally. Why did she just open up like that. Everything had turned out alright and she felt better than she had in years because now she had someone to talk to and help her, but that still did not excuse Hermione's behavior. As for Ron and Harry, they should have stopped her and told her to mind her own bloody business. She noticed the three of them talking and glancing over at her, but she turned her back and ignored them.
"Ginny, what happened? We looked for you on the train, but we couldn't find you, and then we saw Dumbledore and McGonagall floating you to the infirmary and you were unconscious. We tried to ask Ron what had happened, but Hermione cut him off and told us it was nothing and you just fainted."
Ginny rolled her eyes at Lavender's last remark. "That stupid book loving git!"
Her friends just eyed her with a knowing look in their eyes. They new Ginny's temper unlike any other, and new she was nothing like anyone thought she was. She wasn't a goody two shoes, their secret trips to the kitchens and all the pranks they played on the other students assured them of that, but they also new she had an incredible ability to control herself and could make people think she was an innocent sweet child. Pavati often thought she would have done well in Slytherin and had told her so several times.
Ginny would just flash them a bright smile and blink her eyes and respond, "Well, if I was in Slytherin, then everyone would know I was an "evil git" and wouldn't believe anything I ever said, how fun would that be?"
It made since. They also knew how Ginny resented the way her brother and his friends treated her like a child.
Ginny moaned, feeling they deserved some sort of explanation, "I just fainted because I wasn't feeling too good and I didn't want Hermione telling everyone because I knew people would make a big deal about it."
'That was lame.' Ginny thought.
Her friends knew her too well to believe this, but she also knew they would not inquire further. If she wanted to keep it secret, that was her choice, and that's why she loved them so.
Parvati smiled brightly at her, "Well, WHATEVER happened I'm just glad you're back because we've been waiting thirty minutes to eat!"
"Yeah," Lavender whined, "McGonagall absolutely refused to serve dinner without the headmaster and said we would all have to wait".
Ginny smiled dimly, "sorry".
"Oh no you're not!", Parvati burst, "So don't say you are! You probably didn't even faint and just pulled some horrendous prank on the whole school!"
Her eyes were glistening with mischief. She loved to tease people. All three erupted into laughter as Ginny nodded her head slightly.
Dinner went by too slowly for Draco. All he wanted was to go take a shower and get the filth of Pansy off of him. He poked at his food with his fork and looked up to see Ginny.
She seemed to stand out above the crowd and it annoyed him. He had never noticed her before and now, every time he looked around the Great Hall he caught site of her. She still seemed to have a glow around her that attracted the eye. He also noticed several other guys glancing at her as well.
'Well, well, the little weasel has finally grown up and is getting a little attention of her own.' Draco thought maliciously. 'Stupid Weasels.'
They always seemed to be everywhere he went, and probably with good reason, they populated the earth like roaches. They couldn't even afford kids, but that never seemed to stop them. It disgusted Draco.
'Too many Mudblood lovers out there as it is.'
Suddenly the headmaster's voice rang through his head dismissing the students. He looked down at his barley touched plate and looked back to where he had been looking for nearly an hour. He almost let his shock seep through his mask of cold composure, but he caught it just in time and the shock turned to utter hate.
Why had he been staring at the poor white trash Weasel all dinner? It pissed him off. No one ever took that much of his time, especially a common mood blood lover! He didn't even get to finish his food.
Suddenly, he jumped out of his chair, fuming with anger and decided he was probably just tried and needed nothing more than a bath and a good night's sleep to clear his mind.
Ginny awoke the next morning to the sun peaking in through her window. She smiled and stretch. She felt so warm and happy, and vibrant. She reached towards her nightstand for the glass of water she always kept there and felt a letter instead. She picked it up and opened it.
Dear Miss. Weasely, I would appreciate it if you could come by my office before classes. Dumbledore. P.S. pixie stix.
Ginny smiled. She knew he wanted to talk about their new arrangements. She got up, grabbed her clothes and ran to the prefect's bathroom. She was going to have to hurry to get there before class.
She was very distant and secretive, but her friends accepted it and didn't try to push things out of her, not like that damned Dream Team. Ginny scowled mentally. Why did she just open up like that. Everything had turned out alright and she felt better than she had in years because now she had someone to talk to and help her, but that still did not excuse Hermione's behavior. As for Ron and Harry, they should have stopped her and told her to mind her own bloody business. She noticed the three of them talking and glancing over at her, but she turned her back and ignored them.
"Ginny, what happened? We looked for you on the train, but we couldn't find you, and then we saw Dumbledore and McGonagall floating you to the infirmary and you were unconscious. We tried to ask Ron what had happened, but Hermione cut him off and told us it was nothing and you just fainted."
Ginny rolled her eyes at Lavender's last remark. "That stupid book loving git!"
Her friends just eyed her with a knowing look in their eyes. They new Ginny's temper unlike any other, and new she was nothing like anyone thought she was. She wasn't a goody two shoes, their secret trips to the kitchens and all the pranks they played on the other students assured them of that, but they also new she had an incredible ability to control herself and could make people think she was an innocent sweet child. Pavati often thought she would have done well in Slytherin and had told her so several times.
Ginny would just flash them a bright smile and blink her eyes and respond, "Well, if I was in Slytherin, then everyone would know I was an "evil git" and wouldn't believe anything I ever said, how fun would that be?"
It made since. They also knew how Ginny resented the way her brother and his friends treated her like a child.
Ginny moaned, feeling they deserved some sort of explanation, "I just fainted because I wasn't feeling too good and I didn't want Hermione telling everyone because I knew people would make a big deal about it."
'That was lame.' Ginny thought.
Her friends knew her too well to believe this, but she also knew they would not inquire further. If she wanted to keep it secret, that was her choice, and that's why she loved them so.
Parvati smiled brightly at her, "Well, WHATEVER happened I'm just glad you're back because we've been waiting thirty minutes to eat!"
"Yeah," Lavender whined, "McGonagall absolutely refused to serve dinner without the headmaster and said we would all have to wait".
Ginny smiled dimly, "sorry".
"Oh no you're not!", Parvati burst, "So don't say you are! You probably didn't even faint and just pulled some horrendous prank on the whole school!"
Her eyes were glistening with mischief. She loved to tease people. All three erupted into laughter as Ginny nodded her head slightly.
Dinner went by too slowly for Draco. All he wanted was to go take a shower and get the filth of Pansy off of him. He poked at his food with his fork and looked up to see Ginny.
She seemed to stand out above the crowd and it annoyed him. He had never noticed her before and now, every time he looked around the Great Hall he caught site of her. She still seemed to have a glow around her that attracted the eye. He also noticed several other guys glancing at her as well.
'Well, well, the little weasel has finally grown up and is getting a little attention of her own.' Draco thought maliciously. 'Stupid Weasels.'
They always seemed to be everywhere he went, and probably with good reason, they populated the earth like roaches. They couldn't even afford kids, but that never seemed to stop them. It disgusted Draco.
'Too many Mudblood lovers out there as it is.'
Suddenly the headmaster's voice rang through his head dismissing the students. He looked down at his barley touched plate and looked back to where he had been looking for nearly an hour. He almost let his shock seep through his mask of cold composure, but he caught it just in time and the shock turned to utter hate.
Why had he been staring at the poor white trash Weasel all dinner? It pissed him off. No one ever took that much of his time, especially a common mood blood lover! He didn't even get to finish his food.
Suddenly, he jumped out of his chair, fuming with anger and decided he was probably just tried and needed nothing more than a bath and a good night's sleep to clear his mind.
Ginny awoke the next morning to the sun peaking in through her window. She smiled and stretch. She felt so warm and happy, and vibrant. She reached towards her nightstand for the glass of water she always kept there and felt a letter instead. She picked it up and opened it.
Dear Miss. Weasely, I would appreciate it if you could come by my office before classes. Dumbledore. P.S. pixie stix.
Ginny smiled. She knew he wanted to talk about their new arrangements. She got up, grabbed her clothes and ran to the prefect's bathroom. She was going to have to hurry to get there before class.