Chapter 2
"What are you playing at Malfoy?" Ginny demanded as soon as the door slammed shut.
"Beg your pardon?" Draco said feinting innocence as he looked up from his potion.
"Don't pretend there isn't something behind all this. You don't need extra potions." Ginny hissed angrily.
"What makes you say that?" Draco asked, as he returned back to his potion. It was bubbling along nicely.
"First of all, you got Outstanding for your OWL's and I don't think the Dark Lord would have any use for a Potions master".
That got his attention. " Listen Weasel, you mind your own buisiness and I wont do anything, but if you meddle with Malfoy affairs..." He left it unsaid but the tension in the air was enough.
"Is that a threat Malfoy?" Ginny asked dangerously.
"What if it is?" Draco said in the same tone.
"Well I'm sure that my brothers won't mind doing a favour for me once in a while," Ginny said sweetly.
"So you need your brothers to do your dirty work for you?" Draco growled. Ginny could see he was more than a little uncomfortable at the thought.
"I don't need them. I already took you on while being bound and gagged. Remember, you received a faceful of bat?" Ginny said almost cheerfully. She could've sworn that Malfoy turned pale.
"I'd rather duel with that mudblood loving brother of yours," Malfoy said, thinking how long he had to stay in the Hospital wing before Madam Prophey found the counter hex for it.
"What, scared of me Malfoy?" Ginny said. She was definitely enjoying making Malfoy uncomfortable.
"Scared of you Weasel? In your dreams!" Draco scoffed, trying to hide his fear.
"Maybe it is my dream," Ginny said as turned around to leave. She was getting tired of Malfoy.
Draco snorted disbelievingly.
Ginny spun aroun just as she reached the door. " Oh, and Malfoy, don't you do any thing to Snape, he's been through enough already."
For the second time that evening, Malfoy was thoroughly confused, as his potion started to steam.
Sorry for such a short chapter. I'll write longer next time, trust me! (never trust any-one who says trust me). Cya!
"What are you playing at Malfoy?" Ginny demanded as soon as the door slammed shut.
"Beg your pardon?" Draco said feinting innocence as he looked up from his potion.
"Don't pretend there isn't something behind all this. You don't need extra potions." Ginny hissed angrily.
"What makes you say that?" Draco asked, as he returned back to his potion. It was bubbling along nicely.
"First of all, you got Outstanding for your OWL's and I don't think the Dark Lord would have any use for a Potions master".
That got his attention. " Listen Weasel, you mind your own buisiness and I wont do anything, but if you meddle with Malfoy affairs..." He left it unsaid but the tension in the air was enough.
"Is that a threat Malfoy?" Ginny asked dangerously.
"What if it is?" Draco said in the same tone.
"Well I'm sure that my brothers won't mind doing a favour for me once in a while," Ginny said sweetly.
"So you need your brothers to do your dirty work for you?" Draco growled. Ginny could see he was more than a little uncomfortable at the thought.
"I don't need them. I already took you on while being bound and gagged. Remember, you received a faceful of bat?" Ginny said almost cheerfully. She could've sworn that Malfoy turned pale.
"I'd rather duel with that mudblood loving brother of yours," Malfoy said, thinking how long he had to stay in the Hospital wing before Madam Prophey found the counter hex for it.
"What, scared of me Malfoy?" Ginny said. She was definitely enjoying making Malfoy uncomfortable.
"Scared of you Weasel? In your dreams!" Draco scoffed, trying to hide his fear.
"Maybe it is my dream," Ginny said as turned around to leave. She was getting tired of Malfoy.
Draco snorted disbelievingly.
Ginny spun aroun just as she reached the door. " Oh, and Malfoy, don't you do any thing to Snape, he's been through enough already."
For the second time that evening, Malfoy was thoroughly confused, as his potion started to steam.
Sorry for such a short chapter. I'll write longer next time, trust me! (never trust any-one who says trust me). Cya!