Ginny ran as fast as she possibly could, skidding around a corner, her red
braids flailing madly. Checking her watch, she realized the horrible
mistake she was making: she was late for potions! How could this happen?
She was going to get so many points taken away that they were sure to lose
the House Cup! And Daniel Malfoy, that idiot cousin of Draco will be
ruthless-SMACK!
"Oh-uh Sorry, Ginny!" Harry knelt and began to collect some of Ginny's things that had spread all over the corridor. Ginny stared at him; she could feel the blush creeping up from her collar. He was so sweet...and cute...and brave...and nice...and smart...and OH MY LORD, POTIONS STATED FIVE MINUTES AGO!
"That's ok! I-uh-late! Gotta go!" She said all this very hurriedly and sped down the hallway leaving her Charms essay in Harry's lap. Ginny felt herself flying down the stairs that lead the dungeons, skipping at least four at a time. She had been sweaty from running so fast (not to mention the embarrassment from crashing into Harry) but it was very cool down here and she saw the goose bumps rising on her arms. But there was no time to spare! Ginny slipped silently through the door just as Severus Snape, the Potions Master, had his back turned, writing the ingredients for a Laughing Draught on the blackboard. She sat quietly next to her blonde best friend, Melody Pratchet, in the very back of the room. Melody shot her a quite harsh glare that quickly reminded Ginny that she had promised to not be late.
"Tell me, Miss Weasley," began the greasy haired professor, with his back still turned to the class, "how is it that only the students associated with your family are the ones find it amusing to interupt my class." Daniel Malfor sniggered, and whispered something behind his hand to a friend. "I say," Snape continued in his oily voice, "I do beleive that the lot of you have grown a rather dislike for me, and we know that that will never do." The sarcastic tone in his voice was almost unbearable, the laughter of the Slytherins made it worse. When Ginny opened her mouth to protest she felt a sharp pain in the side of her leg and realized that Melody had kicked her.
"Ignore it!" Melody whispered.
"Gryffindors, please note," said Snape from his desk as the students began to prepare their own Laughing Draughts, "that twenty points will be taken, for your classmate's tardiness and cheek."
"THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!" Melody shrieked, waiving her skinny arms about as they entered the Great Hall for lunch. "Twenty points! Twenty points! For five minutes' tardiness!" She began clumsily serving herself tomato soup which slopped messily all over the table cloth, but Melody hardly noticed. "I mean, isn't it ironic that the only biased teacher in this whole school just happened to bias against US! It's just our luck! Ginny are you even listening to me?"
"What? Oh, yes, of course..." Said Ginny wistfully. She wasn't really listening, and Melody knew it. Harry had just seated himself a little ways down the table between his two best friends: Ginny's older brother Ron, and a brown-haired over-achiever named Hermione Granger. Ginny thought that she was the second luckiest girl alive (the first, of course, being Harry's girlfriend). But Hermione did get to spend almost all of her time with Harry and Ron didn't treat her like she was a wart on his thumb; which was how he treated Ginny.
"Will you give it up already?" Said a very annoyed best friend. "He probably finds that fact that you're so taken with him a bit creepy, not to mention the fact that he's not about to date his best friend's sister!" Melody finished with many irritating slurping noises as she slopped down her soup. Ginny couldn't help admit that the bespectacled Melody Pratchet was right. She hated it when Melody was right.
"He has a girlfriend, Melody, a GIRLFRIEND!" Ginny whined lolling her head around and looking rather depressed.
"Who?" Now Melody was curious.
"Parvati Patil! UGH, I feel like greatest oaf that ever lived!"
"Ginny," breathed Melody, shaking her blonde head, "He's a great guy-"
"Only the greatest that ever lived!" said Ginny. Melody continued as if there was no interruption.
"But he isn't worth getting so upset over. You've got more important things to worry about."
"Yeah, like what?" Snapped Ginny angrily.
"Homework, maybe" Ginny ignored her and went back to her own tomato soup.
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"Oh-uh Sorry, Ginny!" Harry knelt and began to collect some of Ginny's things that had spread all over the corridor. Ginny stared at him; she could feel the blush creeping up from her collar. He was so sweet...and cute...and brave...and nice...and smart...and OH MY LORD, POTIONS STATED FIVE MINUTES AGO!
"That's ok! I-uh-late! Gotta go!" She said all this very hurriedly and sped down the hallway leaving her Charms essay in Harry's lap. Ginny felt herself flying down the stairs that lead the dungeons, skipping at least four at a time. She had been sweaty from running so fast (not to mention the embarrassment from crashing into Harry) but it was very cool down here and she saw the goose bumps rising on her arms. But there was no time to spare! Ginny slipped silently through the door just as Severus Snape, the Potions Master, had his back turned, writing the ingredients for a Laughing Draught on the blackboard. She sat quietly next to her blonde best friend, Melody Pratchet, in the very back of the room. Melody shot her a quite harsh glare that quickly reminded Ginny that she had promised to not be late.
"Tell me, Miss Weasley," began the greasy haired professor, with his back still turned to the class, "how is it that only the students associated with your family are the ones find it amusing to interupt my class." Daniel Malfor sniggered, and whispered something behind his hand to a friend. "I say," Snape continued in his oily voice, "I do beleive that the lot of you have grown a rather dislike for me, and we know that that will never do." The sarcastic tone in his voice was almost unbearable, the laughter of the Slytherins made it worse. When Ginny opened her mouth to protest she felt a sharp pain in the side of her leg and realized that Melody had kicked her.
"Ignore it!" Melody whispered.
"Gryffindors, please note," said Snape from his desk as the students began to prepare their own Laughing Draughts, "that twenty points will be taken, for your classmate's tardiness and cheek."
"THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!" Melody shrieked, waiving her skinny arms about as they entered the Great Hall for lunch. "Twenty points! Twenty points! For five minutes' tardiness!" She began clumsily serving herself tomato soup which slopped messily all over the table cloth, but Melody hardly noticed. "I mean, isn't it ironic that the only biased teacher in this whole school just happened to bias against US! It's just our luck! Ginny are you even listening to me?"
"What? Oh, yes, of course..." Said Ginny wistfully. She wasn't really listening, and Melody knew it. Harry had just seated himself a little ways down the table between his two best friends: Ginny's older brother Ron, and a brown-haired over-achiever named Hermione Granger. Ginny thought that she was the second luckiest girl alive (the first, of course, being Harry's girlfriend). But Hermione did get to spend almost all of her time with Harry and Ron didn't treat her like she was a wart on his thumb; which was how he treated Ginny.
"Will you give it up already?" Said a very annoyed best friend. "He probably finds that fact that you're so taken with him a bit creepy, not to mention the fact that he's not about to date his best friend's sister!" Melody finished with many irritating slurping noises as she slopped down her soup. Ginny couldn't help admit that the bespectacled Melody Pratchet was right. She hated it when Melody was right.
"He has a girlfriend, Melody, a GIRLFRIEND!" Ginny whined lolling her head around and looking rather depressed.
"Who?" Now Melody was curious.
"Parvati Patil! UGH, I feel like greatest oaf that ever lived!"
"Ginny," breathed Melody, shaking her blonde head, "He's a great guy-"
"Only the greatest that ever lived!" said Ginny. Melody continued as if there was no interruption.
"But he isn't worth getting so upset over. You've got more important things to worry about."
"Yeah, like what?" Snapped Ginny angrily.
"Homework, maybe" Ginny ignored her and went back to her own tomato soup.
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