A/N: Sorry that it took so long to post up. I was banned from fanfic, but
now I'm back again. By the way, I changed some things in the other chapters
please read it again.
Disclaimer: Do you really think I'd be writing on a fanfic website if this was mine?
Chapter 5
"Did you have to choose the library?" Draco complained for the millionth time.
"Look, I doubt your precious Pansy would've been happy if we went to the Prefects common room," Ginny snapped as she looked through a book, trying to find a detailed description of the properties of moonstone. So far all she had gotten was its history.
Draco grimaced at the sound of Pansy's name. He picked up a broomstick catalogue trying to ignore the odd looks they were getting. Who would blame them, it wasn't every day you saw a Malfoy and a Weasley studying together.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ginny demanded as Malfoy looked up innocently from the magazine. She couldn't believe it, here she was, working her butt off and he hadn't even looked at one of the numerous books strewn across the table.
"Well, assuming that you're the better student in Snape's opinion, you should be doing most of the work," Draco said bitterly, still peeved about what had happened with Snape.
"You always twist things around to suit yourself don't you Malfoy?"
Draco smirked.
"Well this time you're not." Dumping a whole lot of books in front of him, she ordered "Get moving and find the properties of dragon scale, NOW!"
"You can't tell me what to do!" Draco sneered arrogantly. He was not going to be intimidated by the little Weasel this time.
"We've been here for nearly two hours and missed dinner in the process. I'd think you'd at least hurry up and try to finish the darn homework so get out of here! I'm not enjoying this any more than you are," Ginny said furiously.
Draco knew she had a point so he reluctantly took a book from the pile in front of him and flicked through it.
Ginny was very annoyed. She had decided that the sooner it was over and done with, the better. Stupid potions homework. Snape can be so infuriating sometimes. Ginny was now blissfully wishing she had taken up Hermione's offer to help with potions homework.
She sighed. There was no point in worrying about it now. And anyway, she made a promise to herself that she'd try a get everything accomplished without anyone's help. With Malfoy in the picture, it seemed her resolution was going to be harder to keep than she thought.
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Draco rubbed his weary eyes and tried to keep awake. It had been over an hour since he had been searching for the properties of dragon scale and he still hadn't found what he was looking for. He had gone over nearly every single potions book in the library and not one even mentioned its properties. Sure it had one or two references to it but that was all.
He looked over to the Weasley girl. She had been searching longer than him and still didn't show any sign of fatigue, unlike him. And when he was tired, he became very irritable.
Slamming the book down on the table, which earned him a glare from Madam Pince, he stood up. Immediately Ginny looked up, curiosity filling her eyes.
"I don't think we'll find anything here, Weasley. No doubt Snape specifically made it extra hard." Draco drawled, answering her unspoken question.
"Well, where else do you think we'll find the answers?" she snapped. She was not in the mood to stand anymore of Malfoy's remarks and anyway, she had a headache.
"Let's check the Prefects library," he said briskly, ignoring her tone of voice. He desperately needed some sleep and it wouldn't help if he got into a fight with the Weasley.
Reluctantly she stood up and grabbed her bag before walking out of the Library, not checking behind to see if Malfoy was following.
Malfoy growled and followed the red-headed Gryffindor. He did not follow anyone, he was usually the one leading.
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Ginny sighed, climbing the stairway leading to the girls dormitories as quietly as she could. It was midnight, way past curfew, one time she didn't want to be caught wandering around.
It was almost a worry that Ron wasn't there waiting to tell her off, a sign that something was wrong. But she brushed it off, saying to herself that it was nothing. He was probably out somewhere, saving the world along side Harry and Hermione.
She had once felt left out from their little group. She would've done anything to be part of their world, to be noticed as part of them, not just Ron's little sister.
But now she didn't care, she had found out the hard way that no matter what, nobody could penetrate their secluded part of the world. She had gathered her own friends, not an easy task, considering what had happened in her first year.
But still she had survived without help of the trio, something she had never imagined she would accomplish.
She had realised that she hadn't really wanted to be part of them, just like she didn't have real feelings for Harry. That was just a girlish crush she had, along with half of the female population of Hogwarts.
Being part of the group wasn't much either, she had just wanted to be noticed, to be treated kindly by the only people who hadn't looked at her weirdly after her first year.
Sighing, she opened the door to her dormitory, the one she shared with Hermione, part of prefect privileges. Immediately she was attacked by a very worried Hermione.
"Where have you been? I was worried sick. You're lucky I hadn't told Ron and Harry that you were missing or you would've been dead by now. For Merlin's sake, where the hell were you, it's past midnight." Hermione said all in one breath.
Ginny didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. Not only did the older girl sound like Mrs. Weasley, this was one of the few times Ginny had heard her swear.
So, instead she settled for a calming voice, intent on soothing Hermione down before she was killed.
"I was studying, Hermione, studying! There's nothing remotely dangerous with that is there?" Ginny said exasperatedly.
"Where? The library closed at 10 o'clock, so don't use that as an excuse!" Hermione said severely. She reminded Ginny so much of Professor McGonagall that it was very intimidating.
"I was at the prefects library. I couldn't find something in the books in the other library so I went there. Okay?" Ginny asked slightly annoyed at the older girl's prying.
"No, it's not Okay. Only sixth year prefects are allowed access the prefects library. Even Fred and George couldn't breach the wards guarding it. It has some very explicit Dark Arts books that might be forbidden." Hermione said frowning at the seriousness of breaching the wards.
"I didn't break into it! Why does everyone think just because I'm Fred's and George's sister that they'd share their lifetime of Hogwarts secrets with me?" Ginny was definitely getting pissed now.
"Then how did you get in? You must have had an older prefect with you," Hermione said persistently. She was not going to give up on this, it was her duty as Ron's friend.
"I was with Malfoy okay? Happy now!" Ginny said irritably, giving in. She started heading towards her bed but was stopped by Hermione's hand on her shoulder.
"Malfoy? You were with Malfoy? You return in the middle of the night saying that your spent all of your evening with Malfoy? No wonder Ron is worried about you, you're being brainwashed by Malfoy." Hermione was close to hysterical now.
Ginny couldn't stand it anymore, all the rage she had kept back during the evening flooded back to cloud her mind.
"How dare you say such a thing. If you hadn't been caught up in trying to impress my brother, you would've noticed that Snape had paired us up for Potions homework. And here I was thinking that you were kinder that Ron. Now if you excuse me, I'm getting ready for bed." With that Ginny strode away, leaving a very shocked and guilty Hermione behind.
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A/N: How was that? I guess it was a poor effort, especially after not updating for so long. Oh well.
Review and tell me what you think of this crappy chapter.
Disclaimer: Do you really think I'd be writing on a fanfic website if this was mine?
Chapter 5
"Did you have to choose the library?" Draco complained for the millionth time.
"Look, I doubt your precious Pansy would've been happy if we went to the Prefects common room," Ginny snapped as she looked through a book, trying to find a detailed description of the properties of moonstone. So far all she had gotten was its history.
Draco grimaced at the sound of Pansy's name. He picked up a broomstick catalogue trying to ignore the odd looks they were getting. Who would blame them, it wasn't every day you saw a Malfoy and a Weasley studying together.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ginny demanded as Malfoy looked up innocently from the magazine. She couldn't believe it, here she was, working her butt off and he hadn't even looked at one of the numerous books strewn across the table.
"Well, assuming that you're the better student in Snape's opinion, you should be doing most of the work," Draco said bitterly, still peeved about what had happened with Snape.
"You always twist things around to suit yourself don't you Malfoy?"
Draco smirked.
"Well this time you're not." Dumping a whole lot of books in front of him, she ordered "Get moving and find the properties of dragon scale, NOW!"
"You can't tell me what to do!" Draco sneered arrogantly. He was not going to be intimidated by the little Weasel this time.
"We've been here for nearly two hours and missed dinner in the process. I'd think you'd at least hurry up and try to finish the darn homework so get out of here! I'm not enjoying this any more than you are," Ginny said furiously.
Draco knew she had a point so he reluctantly took a book from the pile in front of him and flicked through it.
Ginny was very annoyed. She had decided that the sooner it was over and done with, the better. Stupid potions homework. Snape can be so infuriating sometimes. Ginny was now blissfully wishing she had taken up Hermione's offer to help with potions homework.
She sighed. There was no point in worrying about it now. And anyway, she made a promise to herself that she'd try a get everything accomplished without anyone's help. With Malfoy in the picture, it seemed her resolution was going to be harder to keep than she thought.
~*~*~*~*~*
Draco rubbed his weary eyes and tried to keep awake. It had been over an hour since he had been searching for the properties of dragon scale and he still hadn't found what he was looking for. He had gone over nearly every single potions book in the library and not one even mentioned its properties. Sure it had one or two references to it but that was all.
He looked over to the Weasley girl. She had been searching longer than him and still didn't show any sign of fatigue, unlike him. And when he was tired, he became very irritable.
Slamming the book down on the table, which earned him a glare from Madam Pince, he stood up. Immediately Ginny looked up, curiosity filling her eyes.
"I don't think we'll find anything here, Weasley. No doubt Snape specifically made it extra hard." Draco drawled, answering her unspoken question.
"Well, where else do you think we'll find the answers?" she snapped. She was not in the mood to stand anymore of Malfoy's remarks and anyway, she had a headache.
"Let's check the Prefects library," he said briskly, ignoring her tone of voice. He desperately needed some sleep and it wouldn't help if he got into a fight with the Weasley.
Reluctantly she stood up and grabbed her bag before walking out of the Library, not checking behind to see if Malfoy was following.
Malfoy growled and followed the red-headed Gryffindor. He did not follow anyone, he was usually the one leading.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ginny sighed, climbing the stairway leading to the girls dormitories as quietly as she could. It was midnight, way past curfew, one time she didn't want to be caught wandering around.
It was almost a worry that Ron wasn't there waiting to tell her off, a sign that something was wrong. But she brushed it off, saying to herself that it was nothing. He was probably out somewhere, saving the world along side Harry and Hermione.
She had once felt left out from their little group. She would've done anything to be part of their world, to be noticed as part of them, not just Ron's little sister.
But now she didn't care, she had found out the hard way that no matter what, nobody could penetrate their secluded part of the world. She had gathered her own friends, not an easy task, considering what had happened in her first year.
But still she had survived without help of the trio, something she had never imagined she would accomplish.
She had realised that she hadn't really wanted to be part of them, just like she didn't have real feelings for Harry. That was just a girlish crush she had, along with half of the female population of Hogwarts.
Being part of the group wasn't much either, she had just wanted to be noticed, to be treated kindly by the only people who hadn't looked at her weirdly after her first year.
Sighing, she opened the door to her dormitory, the one she shared with Hermione, part of prefect privileges. Immediately she was attacked by a very worried Hermione.
"Where have you been? I was worried sick. You're lucky I hadn't told Ron and Harry that you were missing or you would've been dead by now. For Merlin's sake, where the hell were you, it's past midnight." Hermione said all in one breath.
Ginny didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. Not only did the older girl sound like Mrs. Weasley, this was one of the few times Ginny had heard her swear.
So, instead she settled for a calming voice, intent on soothing Hermione down before she was killed.
"I was studying, Hermione, studying! There's nothing remotely dangerous with that is there?" Ginny said exasperatedly.
"Where? The library closed at 10 o'clock, so don't use that as an excuse!" Hermione said severely. She reminded Ginny so much of Professor McGonagall that it was very intimidating.
"I was at the prefects library. I couldn't find something in the books in the other library so I went there. Okay?" Ginny asked slightly annoyed at the older girl's prying.
"No, it's not Okay. Only sixth year prefects are allowed access the prefects library. Even Fred and George couldn't breach the wards guarding it. It has some very explicit Dark Arts books that might be forbidden." Hermione said frowning at the seriousness of breaching the wards.
"I didn't break into it! Why does everyone think just because I'm Fred's and George's sister that they'd share their lifetime of Hogwarts secrets with me?" Ginny was definitely getting pissed now.
"Then how did you get in? You must have had an older prefect with you," Hermione said persistently. She was not going to give up on this, it was her duty as Ron's friend.
"I was with Malfoy okay? Happy now!" Ginny said irritably, giving in. She started heading towards her bed but was stopped by Hermione's hand on her shoulder.
"Malfoy? You were with Malfoy? You return in the middle of the night saying that your spent all of your evening with Malfoy? No wonder Ron is worried about you, you're being brainwashed by Malfoy." Hermione was close to hysterical now.
Ginny couldn't stand it anymore, all the rage she had kept back during the evening flooded back to cloud her mind.
"How dare you say such a thing. If you hadn't been caught up in trying to impress my brother, you would've noticed that Snape had paired us up for Potions homework. And here I was thinking that you were kinder that Ron. Now if you excuse me, I'm getting ready for bed." With that Ginny strode away, leaving a very shocked and guilty Hermione behind.
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A/N: How was that? I guess it was a poor effort, especially after not updating for so long. Oh well.
Review and tell me what you think of this crappy chapter.