It Wasn't Me, Chapter Two.
Ginny was sneaking back into the common room. She was almost halfway along the dreary hallway, when she bumped into a very drunk Harry. She ducked into an empty classroom, but a couple seconds later he was heaving himself in the doorway.
Ginny had seen Harry drunk before, and it was not a pretty sight.
FLASHBACK
Ginny was just walking into the common room one late night after helping Seamus in the library with his Charms homework. She smiled softly as she saw Hermione sitting and working on her embroidery, a muggle hobby she had taken up. All of a sudden Harry came bumbling down the stairs, swaying slightly. His eyes widened as he saw Hermione and the beautiful piece of cloth she had been working so hard on for the past few months. Ginny raised her eyebrows at him. He was far gone.
"Hermyyne." He slurred. "Wuuut's that?"
"Embroidery, Harry. Have you been drinking? You know you're not allowed. It's against school policy."
"Aye. Yuu wurry too much Hermyyne. Giiime dat." Harry made an effortless snatch at the artwork on Hermione's lap. Hermione didn't react quickly enough, and he pulled it out of her hands.
"Stop it! That's mine!" Hermione stoop up furiously.
Ginny started to worry. He wouldn't actually do anything to her, would he? She began to approach them cautiously. She flinched as she saw Harry hold up the cloth, out of Hermione's reach.
"What are you doing, Harry? Give it to me!"
"Stop yeeelling, Hermyyne. Its veery pretty." Harry admired the work in his hands.
As Hermione tried to snatch it from his hands, he turned his back to her.
Ginny walked decidedly towards Harry and made a calm grab for the cloth.
"Harry, give me Hermione's work. We don't want anything to happen to it." She said, steeling herself for his outburst.
"NO! Its pretty! Myyyne!" Harry lashed out with his hands angrily, and his Ginny square on the cheek. Ginny's head spun to an angle that would have looked odd had he used just a bit more force. Her hand flew up to her cheek where a red mark burned, and, hot tears streaming from her eyes, she frantically shielded herself with the other arm.
Hermione gasped. "Harry! Look what you did, you bastard!" Angry as she was, she had enough sense not to approach him as Ginny had. Pulling out her wand, she muttered a quick charm that cast him off balance. As The-Boy-Who-Lived tumbled to the floor, he, intentionally or unintentionally, threw the complex cloth full of stitches into the fire.
"Oh no!" Hermione slumped to her knees hopelessly. She had put so much time and effort into the piece of cloth, it was scandalous to see it burn up in flames so quickly. There was no way anyone could save it. Hermione regained her state of mind and fled the room, furious tears coursing down her face.
The tears that Ginny had just gained control over, threatened to spill again as she saw the flames devour what Hermione had dedicated most of her free time to.
END FLASHBACK
Trying frantically to push herself as far down into a corner as she could go, praying that he wouldn't see her, she waited. Meeting a drunk Harry was not on her wish-list. Ever.
Harry trotted into the middle of the room, and looked around plaintively. His irregular gaze passed right over her head. He turned around and shuffled out again. As the door slammed shut, Ginny waited a few tense minutes and then let out a sigh of relief.
The next morning Ginny bounced out of bed, her body running on pure adrenaline. How was Malfoy going to react?
Taking a shower and running a brush through her hair, Ginny glanced in the mirror and sagged a bit at the sight of her green hair. It was still there, damn him.
Deciding to take a bit more time on her appearance that day, (although not knowing why) she grabbed some face powder and eyeliner. After applying it, she smeared on some clear lip gloss and inspected her appearance again. Although it clashed profusely with her hair, it was a definite improvement. Smacking her lips decisively, she went to wake up Hermione.
After pouring life into a positively snoring Head Girl, Ginny bounded down the stairs.
"Ginny! Why are we in such a rush anyway?" Hermione asked breathlessly, following Ginny closely.
"I want to see Malfoy's reaction." She explained. She had told Hermione about what she had been doing the day before.
"Oh. Well most people don't wake up for another half hour. Why do you insist on waking me at the crack of dawn? I'm positive it's not healthy." Hermione grumbled.
"Be quiet. Its very healthy, for your information. And so what? We can wait that long. I don't want to miss anything.
Ginny could hardly contain her excitement. She was staring at the far entrance of the hall from her spot at the Gryffindor table, wondering when Draco would come in. People had just started to trickle through the doors, still batting their eyes sleepily.
"Hullo Ginny, Mione." Ron dumped himself in the seat across from them, Harry followed suit.
"Hey." Ginny said plainly, still looking at the entrance.
Hermione instantly filled up the quiet with small talk, as best as she could. Ten minutes later Ginny spotted her ferret striding angrily through the door.
"Look!" She pointed gleefully. The conversations stopped as everyone looked towards Malfoy.
Malfoy sat down, and looked straight at Ginny. Strangely, he calmed down, and raised his eyebrow in an unanswered question. Ginny just smirked in return.
The meal went normally, unless you count the fact that the whole hall was whispering about the Slytherin King and the Gryffindor fire.
Ginny knew how embarrassed Malfoy felt, and reveled in it. Revenge is sweet, she thought.
The redhead in question had just stepped out of the Great Hall when she was pulled into an empty classroom.
"Weasley, you honestly didn't think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you?"
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