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--------------------------------- It's a Secret.
I was almost late getting to the Hogwarts express. I didn't pack until the day before we left, so I had to spend most of the morning cramming everything into my trunk. Of course, due to my horrible luck, there were no empty compartments left. I thought briefly about searching out Malfoy, but I ruled that out as I figured he would be sitting with a whole bunch of other Slytherins. After walking around aimlessly for a while, I finally degraded myself enough to slink into the compartment that Ron was in.
He glared at me as I walked in, then completely ignored my prescence. Man, if he acted like this just when I didn't talk to him once....
I decided not to tell him that I was studying with Draco. I didn't feel like getting my head chopped off before I even got to school.
I was reading my book when I saw Crabbe and Goyle walk in. I looked at them blankly for a few moments, wondering why they were there, but when I saw Draco saunter in behind them, I figured out why.
"Hey, Scar-face, Having fun sitting with your little man-servents here? Getting them to run around for you? I hope your paying Weasley, he definitely needs it." He sneered as he looked distastefully at Ron's shabby robes. Before my brother had a chance to get angry, or try to beat the bloody pulp out of him, I spoke up, my view never lifting from my book.
"Go away, Malfoy."
It was a fast expression, one that just fleeted across his face for an instant, but I saw the surprise flash across his face. He had a reason to, I guess, I had complained to him enough about the three. He was probably wondering why I was sitting here with them. But he kept his composure, and bowed to me.
"As you wish, your highness."
Sarcasm was dripping in his voice, but I saw the spark of playfulness in his eyes as he turned, gesturing for Crabbe and Goyle to follow. I just kept reading my book as the door slid shut behind them, but I could feel the gaping look Ron was sending me.
"Gin...you...got him to leave!"
I didn't answer. If the only time he talked to me was when he wanted to, I could do the same.
"Gin!"
"Ginny?" Hermione asked tentively.
"Not working. I'm not going to talk to you, so just leave me alone."
"You little brat!"
"Love you too, Ron."
It was quiet after that, and I was able to somewhat enjoy the train ride.
------------ I stood stock still when I got out of the train. I couldn't believe my eyes. My breath hitched in my throat, and my heart beat fast. Everybody else was standing as I was, all of them amazed, except maybe a few of the first years, who didn't really comprehend what was going on. But they caught onto the horrified looks of everybody else, and you could almost feel the curiosity, as well as the horror, hanging in the air, nearly a suffocating prescence.
"Dear Lord...." Hermione's whisper came from behind me, and I could hear the gasps as more people walked out of the train.
"How did....its impossible...."
They were right it was impossible. Never had such a thing ever been seen in Hogwarts...how could anything had been done like this.....
"T-the squid's gone..." I heard a squeky voice say.
"Not only the squid...the whole...the whole lake is...."
Gone. Not a single drop of water sat where the once huge lake had been, it was all drained. It was like looking onto a vast desert, sand and desolation everywhere. We were all slowly broken out of our trance as Hagrid came up, yelling at us to follow him, to herd ourselves forward. We all took the horseless carriages that year. There were no lake rides for the first years, obviously. How could there be? Where ever you walked along the hordes of students, you could hear the questions buzzing in the air, could see the scared faces planted on every student.
That night at dinner, we were told not to worry about the lack of lake. It would be back in a few weeks, that it was simply...on vacation.
Those were the words that came from Dumbledore's mouth. It did nothing to satisfy our desire for knowledge of what had happened. I glanced across the great hall, meeting Draco's eyes. We sent each other worried looks, then we both looked away again.
------ I had potions the first thing the next day. My first, natural reaction, was disappointment. –Who wouldn't be with Snape first thing in the morning? It was a long class, that was for sure, but I was interested in it. I'd never had so much fun in potions. I don't know what it was, but standing over a boiling cauldron, with the effect resting on whether I cut up the roots, or wheter I put thing in on time, was such a thrill. I felt something inside me tingling with excitement as I ticked off the minutes until it would be done. When it was finally done, I was so proud of myself. I felt like I had done the best potion in the world. I carefully divided a bit of it into a small vial that Proffesor Snape was walking around picking up from each of us, a huge smile on my face as I handed it to him. It disappeared instantly, though, as he whispered "See me after class" as he passed by me.
I thought I had done something wrong, and that I was getting in trouble with him. Already getting in trouble my first day of school—twice actually. I had already gone through a huge lecture about not having my supplies, but I think Snape was tired today, and not wanting to deal with me, so I slid by with just a point deduction. I was amazed I didn't have detention for weeks.
When the bell rang, I walked gloomily up to his desk, my head down and eyes sorrow like a dead man walking up death row.
"Ms Weasley, I wanted to discuss upon your summer homework."
I looked up at him, surprised. My homework? But I thought I had done such a good job on it! I thought I wouldn't have to have another conversation like this, about how I could have done so much better and that he doesn't appreciate me slacking off in his class.
"As you probably know, every teacher is allowed an assistant. I have not have one, in all my years as teaching here, as I have never found a person worthy enough and responsible enough to be helpful in the subject. But I saw you today in class, and I read your summer essay, and I can see the devotion that you put into potions. It is very rare that I see that these days, and I am a smart enough man to take a gift when I see it."
"W-what...."
"I am asking if you would like to be my assistant in potions, Ms Weasley."
"I-Bu-I—But I'm in Gryffindor!"
"I don't see the problem with that. I do not only pick those in my own house to assist me, in fact, I tend to steer clear of that action."
I stood, staring at him blankly, my eyes wide in surprise.
"I do not intend to stay here all day waiting for your answer, Ms Weasly."
"I—O—Of course!! I would love to! Yes!"
"Very well, come here tomorrow at eight, Ms Weasely."
I nodded, flashing him a huge smile, and scampered out of the room, my feet springing me on a bounce every other step. I must have looked so odd, bouncing through the halls like that, but I didn't care.
I was good enough that Snape actually asked me to be an assistant! Snape, the only teacher in Hogwarts who had never had an assistant in the entire school.
I seemed to be a hit with the Slytherin's this year.
The thought made my huge smile grow even wider, if that was possible. I felt rebellious. Ginny Weasley, little sister of Ron, best friend of Harry Potter, and I was fraternizing with the people he hated most.
And I was loving it.
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It was Saturday morning the day it happened for the first time. I had woken up late, as I always did on Saturdays. The more sleep the better, right? Well anyway, I woke up, and I found a dozen of red roses laying at my feet. I gasped, my hand going up to my mouth.
Reaching over to it, I found there was no note, just a thin, blood red ribbon tying the supple flowers together.
The next day, the roses were white.
And the next yellow.
Determined to figure out who was sending me the beautiful gifts, I woke early, enchanting an alarm clock to get me up at five. Half an hour after I woke, a magnificent, black, eagle owl swooped into my bedroom.
He was carrying Pink roses today.
I stopped him before he could leave, quickly scribbling "Who are you?" On a piece of parchment before sending him off.
The next day when I awoke, the roses were there again, this time Orange. But tied with the ribbon this time was a small piece of parchment. Eager and excited, I untied it, unfolding it with shaking hands.
But my excitement was in vain.
For all that was written on the parchment was:
"It's a secret."
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A/N: Yeah, I know, a little bit shorter, and there's not much Draco in it, but I couldn't fit him in many places! Don't hurt me for it! Please! I promise he'll show up more in the next chapter! Oh, and don't worry bout the lake, you'll find out soon enough
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--------------------------------- It's a Secret.
I was almost late getting to the Hogwarts express. I didn't pack until the day before we left, so I had to spend most of the morning cramming everything into my trunk. Of course, due to my horrible luck, there were no empty compartments left. I thought briefly about searching out Malfoy, but I ruled that out as I figured he would be sitting with a whole bunch of other Slytherins. After walking around aimlessly for a while, I finally degraded myself enough to slink into the compartment that Ron was in.
He glared at me as I walked in, then completely ignored my prescence. Man, if he acted like this just when I didn't talk to him once....
I decided not to tell him that I was studying with Draco. I didn't feel like getting my head chopped off before I even got to school.
I was reading my book when I saw Crabbe and Goyle walk in. I looked at them blankly for a few moments, wondering why they were there, but when I saw Draco saunter in behind them, I figured out why.
"Hey, Scar-face, Having fun sitting with your little man-servents here? Getting them to run around for you? I hope your paying Weasley, he definitely needs it." He sneered as he looked distastefully at Ron's shabby robes. Before my brother had a chance to get angry, or try to beat the bloody pulp out of him, I spoke up, my view never lifting from my book.
"Go away, Malfoy."
It was a fast expression, one that just fleeted across his face for an instant, but I saw the surprise flash across his face. He had a reason to, I guess, I had complained to him enough about the three. He was probably wondering why I was sitting here with them. But he kept his composure, and bowed to me.
"As you wish, your highness."
Sarcasm was dripping in his voice, but I saw the spark of playfulness in his eyes as he turned, gesturing for Crabbe and Goyle to follow. I just kept reading my book as the door slid shut behind them, but I could feel the gaping look Ron was sending me.
"Gin...you...got him to leave!"
I didn't answer. If the only time he talked to me was when he wanted to, I could do the same.
"Gin!"
"Ginny?" Hermione asked tentively.
"Not working. I'm not going to talk to you, so just leave me alone."
"You little brat!"
"Love you too, Ron."
It was quiet after that, and I was able to somewhat enjoy the train ride.
------------ I stood stock still when I got out of the train. I couldn't believe my eyes. My breath hitched in my throat, and my heart beat fast. Everybody else was standing as I was, all of them amazed, except maybe a few of the first years, who didn't really comprehend what was going on. But they caught onto the horrified looks of everybody else, and you could almost feel the curiosity, as well as the horror, hanging in the air, nearly a suffocating prescence.
"Dear Lord...." Hermione's whisper came from behind me, and I could hear the gasps as more people walked out of the train.
"How did....its impossible...."
They were right it was impossible. Never had such a thing ever been seen in Hogwarts...how could anything had been done like this.....
"T-the squid's gone..." I heard a squeky voice say.
"Not only the squid...the whole...the whole lake is...."
Gone. Not a single drop of water sat where the once huge lake had been, it was all drained. It was like looking onto a vast desert, sand and desolation everywhere. We were all slowly broken out of our trance as Hagrid came up, yelling at us to follow him, to herd ourselves forward. We all took the horseless carriages that year. There were no lake rides for the first years, obviously. How could there be? Where ever you walked along the hordes of students, you could hear the questions buzzing in the air, could see the scared faces planted on every student.
That night at dinner, we were told not to worry about the lack of lake. It would be back in a few weeks, that it was simply...on vacation.
Those were the words that came from Dumbledore's mouth. It did nothing to satisfy our desire for knowledge of what had happened. I glanced across the great hall, meeting Draco's eyes. We sent each other worried looks, then we both looked away again.
------ I had potions the first thing the next day. My first, natural reaction, was disappointment. –Who wouldn't be with Snape first thing in the morning? It was a long class, that was for sure, but I was interested in it. I'd never had so much fun in potions. I don't know what it was, but standing over a boiling cauldron, with the effect resting on whether I cut up the roots, or wheter I put thing in on time, was such a thrill. I felt something inside me tingling with excitement as I ticked off the minutes until it would be done. When it was finally done, I was so proud of myself. I felt like I had done the best potion in the world. I carefully divided a bit of it into a small vial that Proffesor Snape was walking around picking up from each of us, a huge smile on my face as I handed it to him. It disappeared instantly, though, as he whispered "See me after class" as he passed by me.
I thought I had done something wrong, and that I was getting in trouble with him. Already getting in trouble my first day of school—twice actually. I had already gone through a huge lecture about not having my supplies, but I think Snape was tired today, and not wanting to deal with me, so I slid by with just a point deduction. I was amazed I didn't have detention for weeks.
When the bell rang, I walked gloomily up to his desk, my head down and eyes sorrow like a dead man walking up death row.
"Ms Weasley, I wanted to discuss upon your summer homework."
I looked up at him, surprised. My homework? But I thought I had done such a good job on it! I thought I wouldn't have to have another conversation like this, about how I could have done so much better and that he doesn't appreciate me slacking off in his class.
"As you probably know, every teacher is allowed an assistant. I have not have one, in all my years as teaching here, as I have never found a person worthy enough and responsible enough to be helpful in the subject. But I saw you today in class, and I read your summer essay, and I can see the devotion that you put into potions. It is very rare that I see that these days, and I am a smart enough man to take a gift when I see it."
"W-what...."
"I am asking if you would like to be my assistant in potions, Ms Weasley."
"I-Bu-I—But I'm in Gryffindor!"
"I don't see the problem with that. I do not only pick those in my own house to assist me, in fact, I tend to steer clear of that action."
I stood, staring at him blankly, my eyes wide in surprise.
"I do not intend to stay here all day waiting for your answer, Ms Weasly."
"I—O—Of course!! I would love to! Yes!"
"Very well, come here tomorrow at eight, Ms Weasely."
I nodded, flashing him a huge smile, and scampered out of the room, my feet springing me on a bounce every other step. I must have looked so odd, bouncing through the halls like that, but I didn't care.
I was good enough that Snape actually asked me to be an assistant! Snape, the only teacher in Hogwarts who had never had an assistant in the entire school.
I seemed to be a hit with the Slytherin's this year.
The thought made my huge smile grow even wider, if that was possible. I felt rebellious. Ginny Weasley, little sister of Ron, best friend of Harry Potter, and I was fraternizing with the people he hated most.
And I was loving it.
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It was Saturday morning the day it happened for the first time. I had woken up late, as I always did on Saturdays. The more sleep the better, right? Well anyway, I woke up, and I found a dozen of red roses laying at my feet. I gasped, my hand going up to my mouth.
Reaching over to it, I found there was no note, just a thin, blood red ribbon tying the supple flowers together.
The next day, the roses were white.
And the next yellow.
Determined to figure out who was sending me the beautiful gifts, I woke early, enchanting an alarm clock to get me up at five. Half an hour after I woke, a magnificent, black, eagle owl swooped into my bedroom.
He was carrying Pink roses today.
I stopped him before he could leave, quickly scribbling "Who are you?" On a piece of parchment before sending him off.
The next day when I awoke, the roses were there again, this time Orange. But tied with the ribbon this time was a small piece of parchment. Eager and excited, I untied it, unfolding it with shaking hands.
But my excitement was in vain.
For all that was written on the parchment was:
"It's a secret."
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A/N: Yeah, I know, a little bit shorter, and there's not much Draco in it, but I couldn't fit him in many places! Don't hurt me for it! Please! I promise he'll show up more in the next chapter! Oh, and don't worry bout the lake, you'll find out soon enough
And thanks for the reviews!!!! I was soooo inspired by all the great Reviews!!!!
I luv you all!!!
BakaNeko