A/N: Wow, got it out. Been writing all day. Oh, and Hacen, I LOVE YOU FOR REVIEWING!!! I was so happy when I read it, and I know I was so blushing from being complemented so much. I really didn't think it was that good. As I said I LOVE YOU!!! And for this chapter, I had a total detail block, so I think it turned out completely crap, but I think that of everything I write. I'll just have to see what y'all say! And, my editor decided to go to sleep, and I wanted to get this out, so no one edited it except me. Ooh, I'm scared about this. It probably sucks, but please Read and Review anyway! I would love you! Yay!! Now off to the story!
Disclaimer: I own the plot, everything else is J.K. Rowling's.
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Under the Moonlit Sky: Chapter Two; Spells A-Plenty
He woke up to have Madam Hooch leaning over him, checking all his vital signs. Swooping in came the Slytherin team and a couple of other players. Next to him were the youngest Weasley and Potter, of all people. 'What had happened? What was I doing here?' he thought to himself. As soon as he opened his eyes, the Weasley had seemed to release a breath she was holding. Madam Hooch seemed to calm down too, starting to insist everyone give him space. He had finally had enough of this. "What happened to me?" As he said this, a wave of pain shot through his body, starting at his chest. He gasped for breath to relieve the pain, but with the air came even more.
"Don't try to speak," Madam Hooch commanded him, and all he could do was nod. "You got hit by a Bludger and lost consciousness. You then started falling, but were saved by Mr. Potter here at the last second. But without Miss Weasley, you could have fallen without anyone to save you." At this the Weasley blushed. "I'm going to have Crabbe and Goyle take you up to the hospital wing now." At this the two Beaters approached and picked up Draco, each with and arm over their shoulders. As they headed off to the castle, he could hear the stadium start to empty out, and also, to his dismay, heard Pansy come running up.
"Oh, Draky, are you okay?" she asked.
"What do you think, you dumb bitch? But what happened to me anyway?" With his words came a massive explosion of pain in his chest, and he resigned himself to giving only yes or no nods.
"Oh, I saw the whole thing, it was horrible. You and Potter were going after the Snitch, and I could tell you were just about to reach it when Crabbe hit a Bludger straight towards Potter, but he avoided it making it hit you. After that, stupid Potter caught the Snitch, but the Weaselette decided that she had to yell at him to grab you. Then that Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die decided to be heroic, and grabbed your robes, stopping you from hitting the ground at full force, but you hit it hard anyway." She said this all with great spite in her words, completely forgetting about her precious Draco. She then turned back to him with that sickening 'I'm so worried' look and voice, saying "But Draky, once you hit the ground, I tried to come rushing down to the field, but they wouldn't let me near you. I was so worried for you, I didn't know what to do."
They finally reached the stone steps to the castle, and after Pansy's incessant babbling, and Draco was highly relieved he'd be rid of her soon.
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Ginny let her feet take her to the locker rooms, not really minding where she was going, until she almost ran over Euan. After that, she paid a little more attention, but not a lot. She let her mind wander through the events of the Quidditch game, and really even more of after it. Why had she called out for Draco? Why had Harry actually gone for him? Why did she blush when Madam Hooch told Draco about what happened? Why was she calling him Draco? This last question worried her for a bit, because it was the only one with a plausible answer. 'Ooh, spooky' she thought to herself.
She managed to get out of her Quidditch robes, and put her shirt back on without noticing. She wore her pants under her robes, but a shirt just felt like too much to her. Besides, the robes wouldn't show anything. She got her sweater on, since it wasn't cold enough for a cloak, and picked up her broom. She looked around, realizing that she was the only one in the locker room, and had been for some time. She must have really been spacing out.
Ginny meandered outside, knowing that Hermione, Ron, and Harry would be in the Gryffindor common room, with the rest of the house, celebrating another victory. It was just one game, but they all insisted any way. 'I wonder who smuggled in the butterbeer, since Fred and George are gone,' she thought, her mind drifting away again.
She made her way up through the castle, and into the common room. It was insane. There were streamers and ribbons everywhere, and someone had set up a couch and a few chairs on top of a couple tables, where the Quidditch team was perched. As soon as she had stepped in, Ginny was whisked off and put up on the pedestal with the rest of the team. Harry and Ron seemed to be greatly enjoying this attention, and Euan looked thoroughly scared. Natalie had her own little circle of boys drooling over her, and was severely blushing. Andrew and Jack were being waited on hand and foot, with what looked to be about 40 empty bottles between them, and were partially slumped over in their chairs, going over the game, play by play, and making up little bits at a time.
Ginny had a chair to herself, and whatever boys weren't ogling Natalie were bringing every sweet and drink imaginable to her. With all this attention, no wonder Natalie was embarrassed. Ginny could feel herself getting hot in the face. She said hi to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and excused herself from the party. With much fighting off people who wanted her to stay, she made her way up to her dorm, and sat on her bed, drawing the curtains.
Her mind was wandering around with the events of the day. Before the Quidditch match was nothing much, just a little argument with the Slytherins, but the look that Draco gave her. 'No, not Draco, it's Malfoy, isn't it? But that look. Does he know something about me that I don't? And what about what happened when Parkinson looked at me? Why did I feel like that?' She was pulled from her mind as someone entered her dorm.
"Ginny? You in here?" It was Hermione. Ginny stuck her hand out the curtains, and mumbled "Yeah, over here." Hermione crawled onto the bed next to Ginny and looked at her concernedly.
"Today was great, wasn't it? First game, and we won? And then this party. I still can't figure out who got all of that butterbeer, but they got what looks to be the entire Three Broomsticks stock. I wouldn't be surprised if this party lasted until tomorrow morning." Hermione went quiet, signaling that she was done talking, and looked towards Ginny in expectation.
"Yeah, it's been great." Ginny spoke softly. Her mind wasn't in the conversation still, and Hermione noticed. She rubbed Ginny's back, and Ginny lay down.
"So what's on your mind, Ginny-bug?" Ginny sighed and rolled onto her side. She'd been found out.
"I dunno. Everything, I guess," and it was the truth. "Why do you ask, anyway?" 'Might as well find out how she was tipped off, right?' Ginny thought.
"You just weren't being your usual self. After the game your head was just in the clouds, and you didn't stay for the party. I thought you'd love it as much as your brother would. And besides everything, what else are you thinking about?" Hermione could get to the bottom of anything, and would never let something go until she knew what it was. "Things. Like what happened before the game. And after too. It was all kind of weird." Hermione gave her an odd look. One of confusion, not quite understanding what she meant. Ginny took this look as 'And what, pray tell, would that mean?' "It's just that I got this odd feeling when Malfoy looked at me. Like he knew something I didn't. It was just weird." Hermione was still at a loss to what Ginny meant, if she meant anything, but tried not to look it.
Hermione rubbed her back, Ginny still facing away. Ginny smiled at the comfort of her best friend. She knew she would understand any conclusion she came to, right?
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It had been an exciting day, but Hermione had coaxed Ron, Harry, and Ginny to actually go to dinner that night. On their way, Ron and Harry were discussing Quidditch, like always, whereas she was trying to decipher what Ginny had been thinking about all day. They finally got all the way down to the staircase that led into the entrance hall, and were about to go down them when the Slytherins came out. It was a rather small group of Slytherins, consisting of only Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle. They were obviously lost without their leader, who was still in the hospital wing.
Pansy seemed to be having a 'deep' conversation with herself when she noticed the Gryffindors walking down the steps. It looked like she stiffened up as soon as she saw the quartet. The three didn't look to be going down into the dungeons, but instead were heading towards the staircase themselves. Hermione could hear the newly struck up conversation between Pansy and the air.
"Oh, yes, Potter. It's all his fault that Draco is in the hospital wing. If he had just taken the Bludger like he was supposed to, this would have never happened. And then he tried to play the savior again, and went and defiled Draco with his noble act. And the Weaselette had the nerve to do the honorable thing, and tell Potter to save Draco. He didn't need saving, he would have been perfectly fine otherwise." Pansy's sickening words were definitely getting to the four, along with Crabbe and Goyle's guffaws. Ron was starting to turn an interesting shade of crimson, and Harry was gripping his wand so tight his knuckles were white. Ginny's face was incomprehensible. She looked as though she wanted to attack Pansy with her bare hands, but at the same time close to tears. There was also something else in her face, as if she was entranced by Pansy. She couldn't keep her eyes off of her. Hermione knew there was something on Ginny's mind, and she would get to the bottom of it.
"Where are you going, Parkinson?" Harry seemed to need to interfere somehow.
"As a matter of fact, we were just going to go visit poor Draco now. He can't be doing good, and he needs someone to be there for him. Besides, what's it to you, Potter?" Just the way she said that made Hermione sick, and her own anger was growing.
"Oh, it means nothing to me. I was just wondering what something that belongs in the dungeons would be doing above ground, instead of down there with the slime. But if you're going to visit your own kind, very well." Harry was trying to push every button Pansy had. And it was working.
Everything that happened next happened quick. Seven wands went off all at once. The Gryffindors casting varying jinxes and hexes, of which was at least one leg-locker curse, and Ginny's Bat-Bogey Hex, and the Slytherins pulled off a couple of Stunning spells, and a jinx that seemed to have reacted with the Stunners. Although the target of the Slytherins' attack was Harry, Ginny jumped in the way of him, and Pansy ended up taking the full brunt of the Gryffindors' spells. The result was two, very interesting looking girls, strewn on the marble staircase of the entrance hall.
Hermione heard footsteps, obviously running, and Professor McGonagall shouting, "What in Merlin's name has happened here? What do you think you're doing? Get these girls to the infirmary immediately!"
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She opened her eyes to see a ceiling she didn't recognize. She turned her head to the right to see only curtains. She looked all around herself to see she had privacy curtains up around her bed. What was she doing here anyway? She didn't feel odd, in anyway. She would just get up and get Pomfrey to let her out, and maybe tell her why she ended up here in the first place. She was just about to get out of bed when Madam Pomfrey came in through the curtains. "Good morning, Miss Weasley. How are you feeling this morning?" She straightened up anything that was around, and looked expectantly at Ginny.
"Uh... I feel fine, but what am I doing here?" 'It's morning? How long was I out?' Ginny was anxious for any answer, the last one especially.
"You were hit by a cross-jinx, of what we're not really sure, because Miss Parkinson is still asleep. She was also hit by a cross-jinx. When you two came in last night, I had no idea what had happened except what Professor McGonagall told me. Fortunately though, all of the persons present were questioned to what spells they had used, so treatment will become a lot easier for you girls." She then went through the other side of the curtain and left Ginny to her own.
She looked about, finding her clothes on the table next to her bed. On top was her wand, and a hair tie she had in her pocket. She looked back up at the ceiling again, resigning to thoughts about the previous day and exactly what happened. 'I remember the Quidditch match, and before that. That was weird. And after the match I went to the common room and there was the party. I only stayed for a little bit and went up to my dorm. Hermione came up and tried to get me to talk. I remember that I told her how weird Draco made me felt with that stare he gave me. And after that, she got me to go with her, Harry, and Ron to dinner. That went well, I didn't even get to eat any- wait, that's what happened. We met the Slytherins, and they must have tried to jinx us, but why all aimed at me? And why were all our jinxes aimed at Pansy? How long am I going to be in here anyway?' Hermione pulled out of her reverie when she came through the curtain and took a look at her, making a small, undecipherable noise.
"Hey, Mione. What's going on?" Ginny was very curious to what that noise was about, but wasn't going to mention that quite yet. "Everyone okay?"
"Yeah. We're all fine. Ugh, I had to pass Malfoy on the way back here. He seems right to his old self, that slimy little git. But anyway, I hear Pansy won't be out of the hospital wing for a week or so. I don't know about you though. You might have to stay for a couple nights, at least. Judging by how you look, of course." Hermione started to trail a little bit now, seeming slightly uncomfortable. This made Ginny wonder.
"A couple days, eh? Well, how bad do I look?" Ginny glared with as much spite as she could towards her, and Hermione shifted her feet a little bit.
"Well, you didn't tell me if you knew or not, so I just assumed..." At this Ginny was getting really curious as to what she actually did look like. Hermione seemed to be studying her feet intently, and eventually found a mirror in her pocket. "Here. I had this from this morning. I just picked it up and stuck it in my pocket." She handed the mirror over to Ginny, and shrunk back as small as possible, and as far away from the bed as she could go.
Ginny looked into the mirror, not really knowing what would be there. She found in it, her face, her hair, her nose, her mouth, but there was one big difference. Her ears had become very pointy and covered in a soft sheen of fur. She also hadn't noticed the small whiskers on her cheeks. And her eyes had slightly changed. They had become more oval in shape, and had slits for pupils, and were a very bright green, similar to Harry's. She was slightly reminded of Hermione herself when she took the Polyjuice potion with the cat hair in it.
"So, a couple of days? What spell could she have cast that would have done this?" Ginny was quite impressed with Pansy for doing this to her.
"Actually, it wasn't just her that did that. Crabbe and Goyle's Stunners mixed with it somehow, and cause hers to mutate into that. And another effect is that you might not be able to walk for a while. We're not sure how long though." Hermione seemed a little relieved that Ginny wasn't yelling and screaming at her, and she relaxed quite a bit.
"Any idea how long Pansy's going to be in here? Knowing us, she probably looks horrible, especially with what I used. My Bat-Bogey Hex usually takes a couple weeks to wear off." They both laughed at the image of Pansy with her legs locked on the ground, slugs coming out of her mouth, and bats flying all around her face. Very interesting indeed.
Hermione's time visiting Ginny had expired, and she was pushed out of the room by Pomfrey. She now insisted that Ginny drink a number of potions, all ranging in color and viscosity. She said it was all to make the jinxes effects fade faster. Over the day Ginny was visited by Harry, and Ron, along with Hermione again, all with some interesting things to say, and a camera to commemorate the time. Apparently they heard that Malfoy was going to be fine in a day or two, but, along with Ginny, Parkinson's time in the hospital was as yet undetermined.
There were rumors all over the school. Some were simple like that both the girls had just been put to sleep for a week, and others were beyond extravagant, ranging from someone using and Unforgivable, to Pansy sprouting wings and flying away, and Ginny growing claws and fangs and attacking Pansy mercilessly. The fact that all these ideas were spread in one day, without the school's biggest gossip in circulation was utterly amazing to Ginny, and quite a feat at that.
Finally the day dwindled down, and night fell. Ginny was brought dinner on a tray; a couple simple sandwiches and some pumpkin juice. She was then brought her homework and notes from her classes of that day, and was given some time to complete her work. Eventually, Madam Pomfrey came in and asked her if she wanted a sleeping draft, which she refused, and was told to go to sleep. Ginny happily obliged, for the day had become too long, and settled down for the night. The peacefulness of sleep came easily, and she was soon dreaming of what Pansy did look like and what else she could do to her.
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A/N: Did you like it? Did you hate it? I'm not telling what pairings there's gonna be, you're gonna find out for yourself! Well, tell me whatcha think! Please?