"Can you believe I got paired with Colin Creevey?" complained Melody as the
forth years flooded out of Charms.
"And Flitwick never gives us work this hard, 'a five-foot-long scroll on every charm we can remember'. It's outrageous if you ask me." Said Ramona coolly, pulling her long hair into a messy twist and securing it with her wand.
"Oh you don't you go whining about it!" Snapped Melody, "You were pared up with Amelia; you'll do just fine." She was flustering all about, almost dropping all her things as she went rummaging around in her bag looking for nothing in particular. This is what she usually did when she was frustrated or angry. Ramona just smiled.
"I wasn't complaining for me," she explained, "I was doing if for Ginny who seems so miserable she can't do it for herself. I mean, at least you and I got partnered with other Gryffindors. Poor Ginny's stuck with Daniel Malfoy." She looked sympathetically around at Ginny who was pouting some six feet away; her hands shoved in her pockets and her feet kicking the ground. Ginny had always liked the little Professor Flitwick! But how could he do this? The last person in her year that she wanted to be paired with! He was just like his stupid cousin, and Ginny knew she was going to have to do it all or fail Charms. The thought was tempting: just to not even approach Daniel, let him do what ever he wants, and just fail Charms. But her mother (not to mention Percy) would be furious. Ginny did not want to deal with that.
As dinner was just about to start, she decided to catch Daniel on his way to the Great Hall. Having to talk to him at all was bad enough; she didn't need all his friends around to snigger and make jokes on the side. Ginny waited next to the marble staircase, close, but not too close, to the door that lead down to the Slytherin dorms. But, instead of concentrating on watching for him, she let herself be distracted by who was coming down the stairs.
"Hi, Ginny." Said Harry gloomily. He looked tired and worn out. This upset Ginny, if there was one thing in the world she hated, it was un unhappy Harry. "I've had such a long day."
"I know what you mean." Cooed Ginny quietly. Being understanding, is good, right? Or is it sounding too arrogant, saying that all her problems are worse than his? "But it's probably a lot more difficult for you." She added so hastily that she stumbled over her words. He smiled, and then shrugged.
"Sometimes, maybe. It just depends, I suppose." There was a pause, then, "Look, Ginny, will you do me a favor?" He said almost nervously, as though it was already too much to ask.
"Of, course! I'd love to!" she a little too loudly. Her face flushed. He smiled again and held out a small leather pouch of coins form his pocket. Putting it in her hand he said,
"This Hogsmeade weekend, could you surprise Ron with some more candy?"
"What, did he already loose all of the stuff Mum worked so hard to pay for?" Ginny demanded. Harry hushed her, and she immediately regretted getting so angry.
"Millicent Bullstrode stole it. He was really upset, and I'd just buy him some myself, but if he knew what I was doing he wouldn't let me. So if you could just slip it to me under a table or something at the Three Broomsticks at around noon that would be so great." He said tentatively, as though worried she was still angry. Ginny sighed.
"Don't worry, Harry, you can count on me." She muttered, and trudged away before he could even say thank you. Ginny whished so bad that she hadn't jumped to conclusions about Ron; he was after all, Harry's best friend in the world. Harry never bickered and nit-picked with him the way Ginny did.
It was so sweet that Harry was doing this for her brother, and all because the Slytherins are the biggest pile of pillocks that ever had the displeasure of exsisting.......Oh, god! The Slytherins! Daniel, she completely forgot about him. This was just great. She sprinted into the Great Hall, and, to her great despair, she saw, as usual, him sitting with friends across for his Draco and his cronies, Crabbe, and Goyle.
She couldn't go over there now. But Ginny also knew that if she returned to the Gryffindor table without arrangements to work on their assignment, Melody would badger her until she did. And she didn't want to deal with that, either. Ginny took a deep breath and turned to face the Slytherin table.
"And Flitwick never gives us work this hard, 'a five-foot-long scroll on every charm we can remember'. It's outrageous if you ask me." Said Ramona coolly, pulling her long hair into a messy twist and securing it with her wand.
"Oh you don't you go whining about it!" Snapped Melody, "You were pared up with Amelia; you'll do just fine." She was flustering all about, almost dropping all her things as she went rummaging around in her bag looking for nothing in particular. This is what she usually did when she was frustrated or angry. Ramona just smiled.
"I wasn't complaining for me," she explained, "I was doing if for Ginny who seems so miserable she can't do it for herself. I mean, at least you and I got partnered with other Gryffindors. Poor Ginny's stuck with Daniel Malfoy." She looked sympathetically around at Ginny who was pouting some six feet away; her hands shoved in her pockets and her feet kicking the ground. Ginny had always liked the little Professor Flitwick! But how could he do this? The last person in her year that she wanted to be paired with! He was just like his stupid cousin, and Ginny knew she was going to have to do it all or fail Charms. The thought was tempting: just to not even approach Daniel, let him do what ever he wants, and just fail Charms. But her mother (not to mention Percy) would be furious. Ginny did not want to deal with that.
As dinner was just about to start, she decided to catch Daniel on his way to the Great Hall. Having to talk to him at all was bad enough; she didn't need all his friends around to snigger and make jokes on the side. Ginny waited next to the marble staircase, close, but not too close, to the door that lead down to the Slytherin dorms. But, instead of concentrating on watching for him, she let herself be distracted by who was coming down the stairs.
"Hi, Ginny." Said Harry gloomily. He looked tired and worn out. This upset Ginny, if there was one thing in the world she hated, it was un unhappy Harry. "I've had such a long day."
"I know what you mean." Cooed Ginny quietly. Being understanding, is good, right? Or is it sounding too arrogant, saying that all her problems are worse than his? "But it's probably a lot more difficult for you." She added so hastily that she stumbled over her words. He smiled, and then shrugged.
"Sometimes, maybe. It just depends, I suppose." There was a pause, then, "Look, Ginny, will you do me a favor?" He said almost nervously, as though it was already too much to ask.
"Of, course! I'd love to!" she a little too loudly. Her face flushed. He smiled again and held out a small leather pouch of coins form his pocket. Putting it in her hand he said,
"This Hogsmeade weekend, could you surprise Ron with some more candy?"
"What, did he already loose all of the stuff Mum worked so hard to pay for?" Ginny demanded. Harry hushed her, and she immediately regretted getting so angry.
"Millicent Bullstrode stole it. He was really upset, and I'd just buy him some myself, but if he knew what I was doing he wouldn't let me. So if you could just slip it to me under a table or something at the Three Broomsticks at around noon that would be so great." He said tentatively, as though worried she was still angry. Ginny sighed.
"Don't worry, Harry, you can count on me." She muttered, and trudged away before he could even say thank you. Ginny whished so bad that she hadn't jumped to conclusions about Ron; he was after all, Harry's best friend in the world. Harry never bickered and nit-picked with him the way Ginny did.
It was so sweet that Harry was doing this for her brother, and all because the Slytherins are the biggest pile of pillocks that ever had the displeasure of exsisting.......Oh, god! The Slytherins! Daniel, she completely forgot about him. This was just great. She sprinted into the Great Hall, and, to her great despair, she saw, as usual, him sitting with friends across for his Draco and his cronies, Crabbe, and Goyle.
She couldn't go over there now. But Ginny also knew that if she returned to the Gryffindor table without arrangements to work on their assignment, Melody would badger her until she did. And she didn't want to deal with that, either. Ginny took a deep breath and turned to face the Slytherin table.