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The Forgotten Prophecy
Written By: Jeeths
Chapter 8: Bat Bogeys Cometh
Ginny struggled with all her might against the sixth year Slytherin as she held her back. The Slytherin in question was quite strong and Ginny was two years younger than her. She kept Ginny pinned until she was in so much pain that she heard a distinct pop of her arm. However, she refused to let the Inquisitorial Squad know that she was in pain. Harry and Hermione had taken Umbridge to the Forbidden Forest. Ginny had no idea what Hermione's plan was, but she had to escape along with the rest of the group still captured and held prisoner.
Malfoy who had returned after retrieving Snape was in charge and snarled at the content looking Slytherin sixth year pinning her arms, "Leache, let go of her, her arms are about to fall out of their sockets." Leache reluctantly let go of her. Ginny gave a sigh of relief as the pressure on her arms was removed. She tried to rotate her arms to get the blood circulating once again, but found it just about impossible with the pain shooting up her arm. She bit her lip in pain and clutched at her arm.
"I guess you're arm actually did pop out of its socket, eh?" Malfoy said with a smirk. Ginny replied with a glare full of hatred. She felt that if she opened her mouth to retort, then all that may come out would be an embarrassing strangled cry. Malfoy came closer to her, and she backed away till she hit the wall. "Calm down, Weaselette," he said, pointing his wand at her shoulder. He muttered a spell underneath his breath, and her socket popped back into place, Ginny letting out an embarrassing strangled cry as it did so."Thanks, Malfoy," Ginny breathed.
"Oh that's not how you would thank dear old Draco after that, now is it?" Draco questioned.
"Then how would you like me to thank you, Draco?" she gritted out.
"Din! Dis is MALFOY, noh DWACO! Yuh know, fewwet fathe," Ron spoke through his gag.
"Ron, shove a sock up your arse," Ginny snarled. Ron gaped at her. "Now I believe you were about to tell me how you wished for me to thank you," she said, turning her head back towards Malfoy.
Malfoy leaned in excruciatingly close to her ear, his breathe hot on her neck, whispering, "There's really only one way you can thank me, Weasley. Use your imagination."
Ginny tenderly took hold of Draco's hand and began leading him to Umbridge's closet, Draco looking stunned yet pleased.
"Dinneee, geh way fum dat deaf ea-er dis insthant!" Ron bellowed. Draco became rigid and Ginny could sense it. Draco was about to turn around, but Ginny pulled him harder, flicking Ron off.
"GINNY!" Luna exclaimed, only making Ginny's finger face towards her.
"Pansy, be a dear, and take over for Draco here for a while," Ginny said, "he'll be a bit preoccupied."
"No way, Weas—"
"Parkinson, shut it, and do it," Draco drawled, a bit aghast at Ginny's change in character. Draco didn't mind. Ginny had become a bit pretty, and had a few curves, though the clothes she wore didn't show them off.
Ginny pulled Draco into the closet, and shut the door behind them. He inched closer to her and placed his hands on her hips while Ginny placed her hands on his chest, almost as if to keep him away. His lips immediately attacked her lips, despite the darkness of the closet. Ginny was amazed at the fire his lips brought to hers, revelling in the warmth and shocks a mere touch from his tongue could bring her. She found herself getting lost withing the kiss, and the feeling of his slick lips against hers. Her hands trailed down his chest and along the top of his pants. He pulled away almost breathless despite the short amount of time their lips were in contact. He had a smirk plastered upon his face and whispered, "Virgin-ia, eh?"
"No," Ginny replied with a light kiss to his mouth, even that short amount of contact sending a spark through her body. Her hands went lower, watching Draco's pleasured facial expression, "it's Ginevra," she whispered in his ear. She pulled out his wand from his trouser pocketalong with the others he held captive. She pointed the wand at the now stunned looking Malfoy and backed out of the door.
"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY WHA – oh…" Ron bellowed after finally maneuvering the gag out of his mouth with his tongue, taking in the scene before him.
"Really, who would want the word 'virgin' in their name Malfoy?" Ginny smirked as if there had been no interruption.
"You definitely came up with a quick plan. Why weren't you sorted into Slytherin?" Malfoy asked, still stunned.
"Maybe because I hadn't become well acquainted with a certain Riddle before I was sorted," she replied.
"What does this have to do with riddles?" Malfoy asked, completely bewildered.
Ginny sighed and ignored his question. She kept the wand pointed at Malfoy but gestured to the prisoners and captors. "Let them go, or he gets it," Ginny snarled, her wand jabbing in the direction of Malfoy. None of the Slytherins budged. "Need I remind you that I have six older brothers who have been teaching me hexes since I was able to walk and talk at the same time? I could surely do major damage to a wandless Malfoy and the rest of you as a matter of fact, with you being so busy holding them captive. By the way, I have perfect aim."
"Let them go!" Malfoy sneered. They did as they were told. Ginny handed the wands to Ron who gave each one to their rightful owners and kept Harry and Hermione's wands, hoping they were able to use them.
"Go, Ginny, I'll take care of them," Ron said.
"Ron, you're most probably the only one who has a clue of where Hermione's going. Just go," Ginny replied.
"But—"
"GO!" she exclaimed. She had taken her eyes off of Malfoy for just a split second, which he took to lunge at her, his finger scratching against her face. However, Ginny was too quick. She sent a Bat-Bogeys hex right at him. There were flying bat-bogeys keeping the rest of the Slytherins from getting to them. Ron, Neville, and Luna had also sent quite a few spells towards the Inquisitorial Squad which helped. After a quick glance out the window, through which Ginny noticed tiny pinpricks which were Umbridge, Harry, and Hermione, Ginny scurried after Ron, Neville, and Luna who had already taken off at a run. They slowed down only at the Entrance Hall doors when Ginny tried to speak.
"Do – me – a – favor," Ginny said huffing, trying to catch her breath, "Don't tell anyone about how I got the wands. Just say that Ron got them, alright? It's way too embarrassing."
"Yeah, sure, but we are so telling everyone about the Bat-Bogeys hex you sent at Malfoy and don't try to stop us," Luna said. Ginny smiled at her and nodded.
"Where's Malfoy's wand?" Neville asked.
"Oh, I stuck it in my robe's pocket," she said, searching her pocket. "Oh dragon's dung! I must've dropped it! Oh well, it was fun while it lasted." She sighed in defeat. "By the way, I saw Harry and Hermione heading towards the Forbidden Forest out of Umbridge's window. They still had Umbridge on their trail. That's the direction we have to go in."
"Gin…" Ron said.
"Yeah," she replied.
"How far did you go in there?" he asked, pale at the thought.
"Oh well you know we got a bit past snogging and—" she stopped at the horrified look on Ron's face. She smiled hoping a little lie wouldn't come back to bite her in the arse. They really needed to get to Harry and Hermione, and an argument at this time would do nothing to help, "I'm kidding, the ferret barely touched me." He looked immensely relieved, then went rigid again.
"What do you mean barely? That means the arse did touch you? Oh I'm gonna…" Ron said, continuing the rant on how many possible ways he could crush Malfoy's bones and do other horrific bodily damage. Ginny rolled her eyes and ran towards the Forbidden Forest, the rest of the group trailing after her.
To Be Continued...
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