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Claimer: The plot of this fanfic belongs to me, and to no one else. This plot is an original creation which blossomed while trying to evade insomnia.


The Forgotten Prophecy

Written By: Jeeths

Chapter 5: The Valentine Disaster

Ginny woke up one early February morning. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stretched as she got out of bed. She got her shower things and stepped into a stall, letting the warm water run over her. Thoughts of past events occurred to her while she was showering; Ron and Harry flying the Ford Anglia to Hogwarts, the Chamber of Secrets, and the diary she decided to toss away. She realized that the diary was no good, and decided to throw it away in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. After drying, she walked back into the dormitory and pulled on her school uniform. Sighing, she looked at the clock. It read 7:15. 'Might as well go down to breakfast,' she thought.

Grabbing her bag which held her books for her morning classes, she walked down into the common room, said "Hi" to the few Gryffindors up, and crawled out of the portrait hole. She walked into the Great Hall. For a moment she believed she walked into the wrong room, for pink was all about the Hall. There were pink flowers everywhere and heart-shaped confetti falling from the enchanted ceiling. 'What the bloody hell is going on around here?' she thought to herself. As if he read her mind Lockhart shouted to the students,

"Happy Valentine's Day! And may I thank the forty-six people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all—and it doesn't end here!" He said, clapping his hands, automatically calling in dwarfs dressed up to look like cupids, "My friendly, card-carrying cupids! They will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines!" Lockhart said more, but Ginny didn't follow. This would be a great chance to show Harry what she thought of him! She sat down next to Hermione, and luckily, as usual, the trio took no notice of her. She pulled out a spare piece of parchment and quill, quickly devising a card-worthy poem.


As soon as Lockhart finished his announcement, Malfoy looked for the littlest Weasley. He soon spotted her rushing off to the Gryffindor table, looking as though Christmas had come early. As soon as she sat down and checked to make sure the dream team wasn't looking, she pulled out a piece of parchment, brow furrowed in thought. 'Ha! This was almost too easy! I still have to get payback her for talking back to me at Diagon Alley at Flourish and Blotts.' Malfoy finished up his bacon, grabbed his bag, and left the Hall, heading for Transfiguration.

He was halfway down the Charms' corridor that afternoon when he heard a dwarf calling out Potter's name. 'I guess the little redhead finished up her card then. Let's hear it,' he thought, stopping and turning around. He saw Potter on the stairs, being held back by the dwarf. Potter's bag had split open with all its contents spilling on the floor, ink over everything. It was time to make his presence known to Potter. "What's going on here?" he drawled, pleasure written on his face at the sight of Potter on the ground, his things scattered everywhere. Harry saw him and was desperate to get away. 'Oh this is going to be good,' he thought to himself, his smirk growing wider. His smirk went to a full out evil grin when he saw that the littlest redhead was also in the corridor, embarrassed that the valentine had not gone as she had planned. He barely had to do anything! He heard the dwarf singing,

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as dark as a blackboard.

I wish he was mine, he's really divine,

The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

"Off you go, off you go, the bell rang five minutes ago, off to class now." Percy Weasley ordered. "And you, Malfoy—"

But Draco wasn't paying attention. He snatched up a little black book from Potter's scattered belongings which looked awfully like a diary.

"Give that back," Potter quietly said.

"Wonder what Potter's written in this?" Malfoy said, tauntingly.

"Hand it over, Malfoy," Percy ordered. But Malfoy refused to listen.

"When I've had a look," he drawled. He noticed that the littlest Weasley was looking horrified that he had gotten Potter's diary.

"As a school prefect—"

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, the black book soaring from Malfoy's pale hand to Ron's freckled one.

Potter had five points taken from Gryffindor, but still leaving Malfoy furious, for Potter didn't seem to care that he had lost points. The little redhead passed him to get to her classroom and Malfoy shouted after her, "I don't think Potter liked your valentine much!"

The littlest Weasley buried her face in her hands and ran into her classroom. Ron looked like he was going to attack him, but he was pulled back by Potter, obviously not wanting another slug incident. Malfoy stalked off to his next class, looking disgruntled that he wasn't able to read Saint Potter's journal.


To Be Continued…

Review Please!

A/N: Sorry but I just HAD to have that part in there. Next I'll be showing interaction between the two that was not in the books at all, but my own creation. Now to reply to some of your comments in the reviews,

CoupeLaFromage: Thanks, I liked it too, but there's another reason I had that part, tune in and you'll find out.

You Annoy Me: Ok that is seriously weird because I live in Dallas County too! I live in Mesquite. Great to know you like it!

Blue Tiki: Only two or three more chapters before I get to that, don't worry be happy! Ok yeah I'm kind of being a dork, but I have this weird little "its bringing them closer together" scenes in my head that I need to write down!

Lady-Nimoe: I'm pretty much doing a little of each year except I'm having more in Ginny's 1st year and Draco's 2nd, because that's a life time changing year for Gin.

lollylover: Its all a matter of opinion, and I'm a hopeless romantic. Sorry if the chapter didn't go to your liking.