Ginny strained her ears to listen, but couldn't hear unless she got closer.
So the curious little girl crawled on hands and knees silently to the back
of the sofa where the whispering was coming from. She sat on the floor with
her back to it and listened, hard. A girl giggled quietly and then Ginny
could hear them kissing. She stuck out her tongue and wrinkled her nose.
'YUCK!'
What they were actually saying was still muffled; but poor Ginny could recognize that voice from a million miles away. She was furious with herself and whit Harry. She knew Harry didn't like her, but to do this? But to be with someone else? How could he? Didn't he care about her, not even as a friend? She had known for at least a week, now, that Parvati was his girlfriend, but it hadn't really sunken in until now. Ginny hated reality checks. Slowly she turned around and peered around the side of the sofa. Sure enough, there they were, kissing. Tears welled up in Ginny's eyes and she crawled over to the portrait hole and slipped out, not caring if they heard her, or that she was still in her bath robe. Her flaming hair was in a messy, lose bun on the top of her head and her normally sparkling, blue eyes were dull and wet. In a fury, her eyes blurred with tears she ran, not knowing where she was going. Down a flight of stairs, up two, and down some more. After all that, she found herself in the Entrance Hall. She collapsed right there on the floor. And as her knees hit the stone, a shock of pain shot through her legs, but she didn't care. She wanted to scream. But before she could muster the courage (or the energy) she Froze .Ginny could feel someone watching her. She scanned the room suspiciously, and there, stand in the shadows was none other that Daniel Malfoy. As he stepped out his blonde hair glistened in the newly risen sun and a smile twitched on the corner of his lips.
"What, Malfoy?" She choked out, frantically whipping her eyes.
"Oh, nothing. Just going for a stroll when I heard some banshee screeching about and, well, curiosity got the best of me and I went to see what was up. Turns out it was only you." He said this as if Ginny was the lowest, most sluggish thing on the planet. Ginny's only response was a look of utter venom. She whipped away another tear that was welling up in her eye.
"Ahhh! Poor baby Weaswee," He said mockingly, "does Potter have a girlfriend? Well he must have some taste, seeing as how it's not you. Not that he could salvage much more." Ginny, scrambling to her feet, had a look of pure rage that made Daniel a little scared. She stood and got up right in his face, her hot breath on his neck.
"Harry could get whomever he wanted, and just because he an my brother have outsmarted and out done your precious cousin a thousand times doesn't mean you have to be such an ass to me, pillock!" Daniel stepped away quickly, looking extremely stupid. Ginny had never stood up to him before.
"Good Lord, take a deep breath, Weasley!" Was all he could think of to say before retreating back down the hall. Ginny decided that she, too best be getting back to the dorms before Argus Filtch, the caretaker, or Mrs. Norris, his somewhat deputy of a cat, caught her.
When she got back, everyone was awake, dressed and heading down for breakfast. She looked around the room for Harry and saw him talking to Ron. She rolled her eyes and went into her dorm to change. She pulled on her deep blue sweater knitted by her mother; her brown skirt and securing the gold fasten on her cloak around her shoulders. Thank God it was a Saturday. As Ginny turned to leave, she noticed the letter waiting on her pillow. She opened it and read it aloud:
Dear Ginny,
How are you? I hope you're well, how are Ron and the twins? Everything's fine at the Ministry. But, I didn't not send my best and extremely busy owl to you just for small-talk. There's something I you to do: heed my next words, Ginny as they are very important. From an anonymous, though very reliable source it has come to my attention that Fred and George have not ceased their reckless ways as they had promised me only two months prior to my writing this letter. It is with the twins' best interest at heart that I give you these next words of advise: if you are to come across any knowledge and/or proof of any of the twins' signature careless behavior it is imperative that you notify your mother of myself, as the both of us care greatly for them.
Much love,
Percy
Ginny folded the letter so small that she could hide it in her fist and hurried to the Great Hall, where everyone had gone to eat. She skidded between the two tables and had to grab Fred's shoulder to stop herself from falling. He grabbed Ginny's wrist and pulled her on to the bench between him and George. She was laughing hysterically.
"Ginny, Ginny what's wrong?" George put his arm around her and she wailed with laughter for a few minutes into his shoulder and Fred stared at her in horror. Finally she rubbed her eyes with her fist and cleared her throat.
"It's Percy...He-'
"What about him?" They said in unison.
"He-He's the biggest pillock I have ever met!" And she was consumed by another fit of laughter.
"W-Why? What did he do?" Ginny blinked and a tear or mirth slid down her freckled cheek.
"Read it!" She threw the letter at George and took deep, calming breaths. She couldn't bear to watch them read or she'd explode again.
What they were actually saying was still muffled; but poor Ginny could recognize that voice from a million miles away. She was furious with herself and whit Harry. She knew Harry didn't like her, but to do this? But to be with someone else? How could he? Didn't he care about her, not even as a friend? She had known for at least a week, now, that Parvati was his girlfriend, but it hadn't really sunken in until now. Ginny hated reality checks. Slowly she turned around and peered around the side of the sofa. Sure enough, there they were, kissing. Tears welled up in Ginny's eyes and she crawled over to the portrait hole and slipped out, not caring if they heard her, or that she was still in her bath robe. Her flaming hair was in a messy, lose bun on the top of her head and her normally sparkling, blue eyes were dull and wet. In a fury, her eyes blurred with tears she ran, not knowing where she was going. Down a flight of stairs, up two, and down some more. After all that, she found herself in the Entrance Hall. She collapsed right there on the floor. And as her knees hit the stone, a shock of pain shot through her legs, but she didn't care. She wanted to scream. But before she could muster the courage (or the energy) she Froze .Ginny could feel someone watching her. She scanned the room suspiciously, and there, stand in the shadows was none other that Daniel Malfoy. As he stepped out his blonde hair glistened in the newly risen sun and a smile twitched on the corner of his lips.
"What, Malfoy?" She choked out, frantically whipping her eyes.
"Oh, nothing. Just going for a stroll when I heard some banshee screeching about and, well, curiosity got the best of me and I went to see what was up. Turns out it was only you." He said this as if Ginny was the lowest, most sluggish thing on the planet. Ginny's only response was a look of utter venom. She whipped away another tear that was welling up in her eye.
"Ahhh! Poor baby Weaswee," He said mockingly, "does Potter have a girlfriend? Well he must have some taste, seeing as how it's not you. Not that he could salvage much more." Ginny, scrambling to her feet, had a look of pure rage that made Daniel a little scared. She stood and got up right in his face, her hot breath on his neck.
"Harry could get whomever he wanted, and just because he an my brother have outsmarted and out done your precious cousin a thousand times doesn't mean you have to be such an ass to me, pillock!" Daniel stepped away quickly, looking extremely stupid. Ginny had never stood up to him before.
"Good Lord, take a deep breath, Weasley!" Was all he could think of to say before retreating back down the hall. Ginny decided that she, too best be getting back to the dorms before Argus Filtch, the caretaker, or Mrs. Norris, his somewhat deputy of a cat, caught her.
When she got back, everyone was awake, dressed and heading down for breakfast. She looked around the room for Harry and saw him talking to Ron. She rolled her eyes and went into her dorm to change. She pulled on her deep blue sweater knitted by her mother; her brown skirt and securing the gold fasten on her cloak around her shoulders. Thank God it was a Saturday. As Ginny turned to leave, she noticed the letter waiting on her pillow. She opened it and read it aloud:
Dear Ginny,
How are you? I hope you're well, how are Ron and the twins? Everything's fine at the Ministry. But, I didn't not send my best and extremely busy owl to you just for small-talk. There's something I you to do: heed my next words, Ginny as they are very important. From an anonymous, though very reliable source it has come to my attention that Fred and George have not ceased their reckless ways as they had promised me only two months prior to my writing this letter. It is with the twins' best interest at heart that I give you these next words of advise: if you are to come across any knowledge and/or proof of any of the twins' signature careless behavior it is imperative that you notify your mother of myself, as the both of us care greatly for them.
Much love,
Percy
Ginny folded the letter so small that she could hide it in her fist and hurried to the Great Hall, where everyone had gone to eat. She skidded between the two tables and had to grab Fred's shoulder to stop herself from falling. He grabbed Ginny's wrist and pulled her on to the bench between him and George. She was laughing hysterically.
"Ginny, Ginny what's wrong?" George put his arm around her and she wailed with laughter for a few minutes into his shoulder and Fred stared at her in horror. Finally she rubbed her eyes with her fist and cleared her throat.
"It's Percy...He-'
"What about him?" They said in unison.
"He-He's the biggest pillock I have ever met!" And she was consumed by another fit of laughter.
"W-Why? What did he do?" Ginny blinked and a tear or mirth slid down her freckled cheek.
"Read it!" She threw the letter at George and took deep, calming breaths. She couldn't bear to watch them read or she'd explode again.