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The Forgotten Prophecy
Written By: Jeeths
Chapter 7: The Quidditch World Cup
Ginny was always a light sleeper. She woke up at the first scream. At first she thought she had just woken up from a nightmare, and the scream was apart of the dream. She didn't realize she had woken up into the nightmare. Then she heard more and more screams, each getting closer at that. Ginny dropped down from the top of the bunk and began nudging Hemione awake.
"Hermione, please wake up!"
"Ginny…whassamatter…lemme go back t'sleep…" she slurred.
Ginny was too panicked to even think about it. She abruptly shoved Hermione, and when it didn't get a good enough reaction, she pinched her hard and good with her nails so much Hermione bled.
"OW! GINNY!"
"SHHH! Hermione, listen!"
Hermione heard the screaming. She went ghostly white for a moment then said, "We'd better get to your father. C'mon, grab your coat and your wand, and make sure to stay alert."
They grabbed their coats and wands, and while they were rushing out of their tents, they pulled the coats on over their nightdresses. Mr. Weasley ordered them to head for the woods, and then tore off after Bill, Charlie, and Percy, who were going to help the Ministry fight off the offenders who were after the Muggle-borns.
Fred grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her towards the wood. They walked for quite a while, and then they realized that they had lost Harry, Hermione, and Ron. 'Typical,' Ginny thought. She tripped over a tree root falling flat on her face, and could no longer feel the warmth of Fred's hand. She pulled herself up, but it was too late, Fred and George had been caught up in the swarm of people rushing through the woods, and soon, Ginny was knocked about, frantically looking for Fred and George. She knocked into someone; had she just heard the name "Granger" sneered from this person? She looked up to silver eyes, and was overcome with a new rush of fear.
Draco looked down into the eyes of the person who had just bumped into him, the little Weaselette. The second her eyes made contact with his, she went white in fear. 'Why on earth is she looking at me like that?' then realization dawned upon him, 'Oh…' He looked around for one of her brothers that had to be there, but she was alone.
"What the hell are you doing alone, Weaselette?" he said harshly.
She began backing away from him, and stumbled on a tree root. She covered her head for protection as the crowd coming by would surely trample over her.
"Mobilicorpus" Draco cast the spell quickly and quietly to move her out of harm's way and closer to him. The last thing the Ministry was worrying about was under-age magic at this point. He pulled her up and took off the spell. He grabbed Ginny's arm and started pulling her off into along with the crowd.
"Let go of me!" she cried, struggling to get away.
Draco turned around to face her "Listen here Weaselette, and listen good. They are not after you, and neither am I! I prefer to go after Mudbloods. I'm not about to go killing off the very few purebloods that are left. Take out your wand and use it if you must, but I'm trying to help you here."
Ginny looked stunned at his words.
"Where was the last place you saw your brothers?" he asked her.
"Er, I don't—" but she turned deathly pale once again, looking into the sky. Draco looked to where her gaze was, and stared at the Dark Mark.
'What the bloody hell? That would definitely NOT be part of the plan,' he thought. "Weasley, stay close to me, ok?" he said, looking for her reaction.
She slowly nodded her head. He began leading her through the crowd once again. Since he was much taller than Ginny, he craned his neck to look over the crowd. He found a flash of red and smirked. He pulled Ginny closer and closer to them, and stopped, turning to face Ginny once again.
"Don't you DARE say a word of this to anyone, Weaselette, if you know whats good for you," he sneered and shoved her in the direction of her brothers. He then silently slinked away.
Ginny collided with someone for the second time that night, but was grabbed and held by familiar arms which she realized belonged to George.
"GINNY! Oh thank Merlin you're alright!" he said, giving her a brief hug. "Oy, Fred, I found her!" as Fred came rushing into view. They quickly went off into search of the Trio.
"More like 'Thank Malfoy you're alright,'" she muttered under her breath, putting off thinking of it for later.
To Be Continued...
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