Only The Heart Knows
By shadowlessphantom
Chapter One: Little Miss Weasley and the Spoiled Slytherin
"Come on Colin, hurry up!" called out Ginny Weasley, keeping as quiet as possible as both of them hid in the shadows of the Third floor corridor, that one which used to be Out of Bounds according to some students.
The shadow was thick.
Perfect for sneaking.
She smiled at him and checked the corridor ahead. "You're making as much noise, now shut it!" he called back, though he smiled at her teasingly. Ginny grinned. She really had a very cute best friend.
It was the second week of term for Ginny's fifth year, and it was a Thursday night, or rather it might already be Friday morning, as she and Colin were now backtracking from the kitchen and to the Gryffindor tower. The treacle tart and Yorkshire pudding was especially magnificent tonight.
But of course, the funs of eating needed to end as they made their way back to the commonroom. No way did one of them want to get caught by Filch, the dreaded caretaker. No one liked him, as far as Ginny knew and that included both she and Colin.
Ginny, after four years of being at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was still wondering why the hell was Filch still in this school when he hated the students more than before (considering his fury increased since last year's events—the Umbridge thing). I mean, when did you ever hear of a school caretaker who hated students?
'Dummy, a school is for students. He should work in Azkaban.' She thought amusedly and snickered to herself, not wanting Colin to think that she needed mental help or something.
"Wait there's something out there!" Colin whispered furiously and both of them lost the smile on their faces and he pulled her to the corner they were in, putting a protective arm in front of her as if blocking an assailant. Colin had been always a very protective best friend.
Sweet. For a best friend of course.
"Why'd you want to meet here, you spoiled brat of a Slytherin?" there was no mistaking the voice of Ginny's brother, Ronald Weasley (but he preferred Ron, and Ginny thought it sounded better than Ronald honestly) in a demanding and somewhat sarcastic tone.
But he wasn't alone.
"Shut up, Weasley, I'm actually talking to Potter." He drawled, and Ginny could clearly see the outline of six figures ahead of them. Three on three of course: Harry, Ron and Hermione against Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
Colin turned to her and smiled. "Hey, the gang's here. I might just enjoy this little show." He muttered. "I was a former fan." He added.
Ginny stifled a laugh and covered her mouth. She sometimes forgot that Colin had been so obsessed with Harry, the boy who lived, taking pictures of him every millisecond when he first met him. He found a way to joke about it now.
But, not like Ginny was the same too! "And don't forget I was also in the club." She replied with a grin. She had (take note: had—past tense) a huge crush on Harry but hey, she was still young that time. She was older now and knew better. Though maybe she still had a bit of a crush on him.
The two of them looked around the corridor, trying to find a place where they could slip past unnoticed. But there was no possible way. Every way would have made the gang alert to them. "There's no way we can pass by without them seeing us." Colin muttered.
"Yeah I know. Might as well BLOW a horn to tell them of our arrival. Let's just get this over with." Ginny replied. Both of them stepped out of the corner they were hiding in and walked towards them. This caused the argument at hand to stop.
"Don't worry, we come in peace. Just passing by, just passing by." Colin announced, hands high up in the air as Ginny walked beside him, looking for Ron. Right there. His red hair sort of stood out now that her eyes were used to the dark.
"Lumos." Muttered Hermione, of course the only one in the lot with enough of a head start to use magic. "Ginny!" Ron hissed, crossing his arms. "What are you doing here?" he demanded with a bit of similarity to Percy.
Ginny almost laughed and rolled her eyes affectionately. "Come on Ronnie, you sound like Percy. And it's not like you're here too." She replied with a smile. There was no way Ron was going to tell their Mum about it. And how does he explain it anyway?
'Mum, I saw Ginny sneaking late at night while Harry, Hermione and I were fighting off with Malfoy.' Yeah right. Even more trouble for both of them of course.
Fred and George might have gone, but maybe Ginny was getting into mischief making, at least a little bit, herself, and Ron had too since first year, though it had plainly good intentions. But they still sneak and that was the point. She was positive Ron wouldn't tell Mum.
"She's right Ron. Just let them pass. Owl your Mom and you'll get two Howlers, no doubt." Hermione agreed, smiling at them. She always said that Ginny and Colin made a cute couple, making the best friends roll with laughter. They couldn't imagine themselves in a relationship. Their friendship, surely, wasn't headed that way. Colin had a girlfriend!
"Hey mudblood, shut out that light, do you want to get caught?" Malfoy hissed, uncrossing his arms. "Now you youngsters, GO AWAY. We're having some of our OLDER stuff going on around here." He muttered.
Hermione extinguished the light from her wand tip and sighed. "Why, you scared of Filchy or his cat?" she crooned in a mock sweet voice. "You wish Granger, I just don't want to lose points for Slytherin, though if it were Gryffindor, I'd run around every night to make sure you lose points and the house cup too."
"Oh, yeah Malfoy. Don't you think we also want to do that—" But Ron was cut short because of Harry. "Shh, shh." And Ginny and Colin, who were caught up in the scene beheld in front of them, quickly grabbed each other's hands, ready to bolt if need be. They were doing just fine, but not before they met the gang. Now they might just get caught.
"You two groupies really cause trouble, don't you?" Ginny asked them, nudging Colin who snorted. "Fuck up little miss Weasley, Creevey you big Potter fan, no one asked your opinions." Malfoy said.
"Don't fuckin' talk to my sister that way. I'll kill you." Ron jeered, making Ginny smile. An older brother was an older brother of course. He had always been her savior; all her brothers have been. "Shut up all of you!" Harry said, and in the dim corridor, Ginny saw him listening. She did too.
"Who's there?!" demanded a voice not a second had passed since Ginny had listened. There was no mistaking who it was. "Filch!" Hermione hissed and all of them broke running. And someone else's voice made all of them determined to run and not get caught.
"Find them Filch! We must catch them!" commanded Madam Hooch. She didn't necessarily favor any of the houses, so nevertheless if they were caught, there was no saving, no excuses and of course: there would be points to lose and detention to serve.
Colin, who was and had gone taller than Ginny was dragging her by the hand. She was shorter so she didn't quite keep up with his pace, and stumbled on a quite elevated tile on the floor. She felt a hand around her ankle. "I got you!" Filch said with so much happiness, you'd think the old punishments had been allowed again.
'God, Filch is really nuts. Oh, the joy of catching a student. WHATEVER." Ginny thought, looking up at Colin.
She shrugged her hand away from Colin and gave him a look. "Run!" she mouthed. If she got caught, it wasn't any problem at all. This wasn't the first time anyway—and a plus was she and Colin usually saved each other's necks from getting in trouble. They weren't best friends for nothing.
Colin gave her the thumbs up and ran ahead. They would talk later. Ginny knew he would wait for her in the commonroom to ask what kind of detention she had and how many points had been taken.
"Weasley, aha. You seem to be quite a successor of your twin brothers, eh? I won't allow that, not anymore." He said, his face twisting into a sour smile, as if he was happy he caught her but angry about the thought of Fred and George. Ginny didn't hear this thought; she resisted the urge to shudder at the sight of his pale, yellowish teeth. Disgusting.
"Come with me, we'll wait for who else you were with." And pulling her roughly by the arm, he led her to his office, where else while Mrs. Norris appeared from nowhere and trailed behind them. Ginny rolled her eyes and followed suit. Whoever got caught with her, she hoped it was either Crabbe or Goyle. Weren't they dumb?
Ginny stood in the middle of Filch's office, looking around and not listening to his blabbering. He always said this to everyone he ever caught, and it wasn't Ginny's first time, so she knew this already. She was starting to suspect that the Weasley twins knew Filch's yammering as much as they knew Wood's used to be speech every Quidditch game by heart.
There was a muffled sort of voice outside, and it got louder. Madam Hooch was talking a thousand words a second to someone Ginny was about to know. She just wished it wasn't Harry, Ron or Hermione, though it wouldn't be fun to share detention with a Slytherin at all.
"Ms. Weasley. What a surprise. I thought you wouldn't take the genes of your brothers but you must have." She said. She pulled someone from outside the door and gently pushed him inside the office. Ginny groaned.
"Mr. Malfoy, why were you meeting Ms. Weasley?" asked Madam Hooch, almost nosily. Ginny resisted the urge to scoff at this. Openly, Malfoy rolled his eyes and his face was masked with disgust. "Meeting with her? Why the heck would I be meeting with her?" he asked.
Madam Hooch frowned. "Watch the language, Mr. Malfoy, or I'll take fifty points from Slytherin." She warned, and Ginny bit her lip, no longer wanting to scoff. She wanted to laugh out loud, as her words made Malfoy shut up.
"Why don't you explain, Ms. Weasley?" she asked, turning her attention to the redhead beside Filch. "I don't know what he was doing, but I wasn't with him or even meeting with him." She replied politely.
Filch and Madam Hooch got into a conversation, probably deciding what they would do. "Yeah, since I wouldn't even think of ever seeing Mr. Malfoy here up close." Ginny added the moment they weren't listening.
Malfoy scowled. "You're in it, Weasel, you want me to make your life a living hell?" he asked, cracking his knuckles. "Yeah sure. I don't care, even if you send death threats every day." She replied with a soft snort. Malfoy was just a talker. He couldn't even do half of the things he says.
"We have decided that you two shall have a week's worth of detention, and ten points from each of your Houses. However, you shall be informed of what kind of detention you shall have by tomorrow morning." Said Madam Hooch in a business like tone.
"You may go. And don't think of still exploring around. If I catch you again tonight, you will have two months worth detention." She warned, and after a last glare from Filch, they left his office. Malfoy was muttering to himself as they walked down the same corridor, cursing under his breath.
"Good night Malfoy, I wish we'd have a fun time together in detention." Ginny said sweetly, trying to annoy the hell out of him. She loved seeing his temper out of hand, since it was one of the things that got him into big trouble. That was what she'd observed through the years anyway.
"Shut up Weasel. I don't look forward to anything fun with you." And with that, Ginny received a rude gesture and she grinned at him before turning a corner. She didn't care. Malfoy was a no good idiot anyway.
"Whoa Madam Hooch gives detention like this?" asked Colin as Ginny showed him a note, telling her of where to go on Monday night for detention. It was Friday morning, and both she and Colin were feeling rather sleepy but fine at any rate, after last night's exciting events.
"Yeah, and I have to spend that detention time with Malfoy. Bummer. But it won't be that bad." She replied with a smile. Madam Hooch had given an assorted type of detention—different task at different places everyday. They would start Monday night and finish, obviously, Sunday.
"You had better help me with the schoolwork you know. It's the start of term—start of lessons. I need the help." She said as she munched on her bacon. Colin smiled and shrugged. "No problem at all." He replied.
Just then, his girlfriend from Hufflepuff who was Judy Abbott walked over to the Gryffindor table. Ginny returned her smile and turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione who had just come from the Gryffindor tower.
"Howdy, slept well last night?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye. During her third year, no way would Ginny be acting this way, but with last year's events and after the Weasley twins' show of fervent school rule breaking, she had transformed from shy girl to grown up, mischievous young successor of her brothers. It was cool.
"Do you have detention?" asked Ron quickly, disregarding the question. Ginny nodded. "Yeah. With Malfoy actually." She replied nonchalantly. Harry and Ron exchanged alarmed looks with Hermione.
"What? You're with the oddball?" exclaimed Harry, shaking his head sympathetically. Ginny grinned. "No big deal. Like he's going to do anything to me anyway. That's crap." She muttered, as if they were talking about something as normal as the weather.
Hermione shook her head. "Where did your sudden strength come from, Gin? You just got that this year." She said with a laugh. Colin backed her up this time, as Judy Abbott had left. "Let's say brothers do a lot to influence a little sister." He said.
"Are you referring to Fred and George?" asked Ron innocently, but Ginny gave him a look that plainly said that he too, influenced her as much too. "Anyway, a week's worth of detention and ten points from Gryffindor. It was weak." She reassured, and maybe she was right.
"I'm exhausted Gin..." Colin muttered, as both of them fell on the couch that Friday night after Quidditch practice.
Colin and his brother, Dennis Creevey were Beaters, and Ginny too, made it in the team as Chaser. She played alongside Katie Bell who was in her last year and Seamus Finnigan, who in Ginny's opinion, flew really good. Of course, Harry was Seeker and Ron was the Keeper. Harry was Team Captain for this year.
"Me too..." she muttered back, her head falling to rest on his shoulder as he did the same. "Hey you two, that's why Judy gets jealous. You act too much like best friends." Said Ron, who was equally tired and was sitting comfortably on one of the bigger couches.
Ginny rolled her eyes while Colin snorted. Many times, Colin and Judy had fought about her, but she didn't give a damn. Why would she? Aside from the fact that Colin told her not to, she wasn't doing anything wrong as far as she was concerned, so there was no point getting all worked up about it.
"We're best friends, and if doesn't come across Judy's brain, I would sometime break up with her if her brain gets narrower than it already seems to be." He muttered tonelessly.
They already had a fight during lunchtime, Judy asking Colin why she didn't know about it. How could he tell? They weren't in the same house for one. And it was unplanned. Just after they finished their Transfiguration essays, they were hungry and thought of eating. Where else would they go but the kitchen?
"Is she that narrow minded and the jealous type?" asked Harry, who was yet in another couch. Colin shrugged. "Sort of. But she can't understand she's the only girl I've got my eyes on. She's beginning to be dumb." He replied, and Harry and Ron chuckled.
"So, Gin, thrilled for detention at all?" asked Hermione, changing the subject. She was in a corner, and had been studying from the moment they left until now that they were back and practice was over.
"I think so. I mean, I'm half the girl I used to be, and I think I can take on him anytime on the argument category." Ginny replied and smiled. The face of Malfoy dumbstruck with nothing to say floated in her mind. Wouldn't it just be amazing to make him shut up because of her?
Bloody brilliant.
Harry laughed. "You've changed so much. At least for the better, instead of getting clobbered by him. I like you that way Gin." He pointed out. Ginny nodded and yawned, though deep inside she was very awake. "Thanks." She replied with a thumbs up.
"Well, feelin' sleepy guys. Got to go. Night. Night Colin, and make up with Judy on the Hogsmeade visit tomorrow. She might let loose in the whole school that you're some sort of sore loser and you don't get a new girl if ever you break up." She said with a wicked grin.
Colin nodded and laughed. "I'll do that. Thanks for the piece of wisdom." And Ginny, flashing a quick look at everyone else she knew in the commonroom, trudged slowly up the winding staircase to her dormitory.
After a rush change into her nightclothes, she collapsed into bed, drew the curtains and thought of Harry. Hell. Why was she thinking of him? She was OVER him a long time ago, since the incident in the Chamber. It was nothing but a stupid puppy love crush. 'I'm supposed to be over!' she thought.
But his words rang out inside her brain for the rest of the night. "I like you that way Gin." She repeated to herself. She sighed. It was nothing. I mean, what the hell could she be thinking about? Everyone noticed her change this year, and she was glad about it. Harry LIKED her change of attitude. As a friend. That's all.
'Yeah, the chances are I'd rather be on a fling with Malfoy even before Harry thinks of me like 'more than friends' or something.' Which is not good. 'Definitely not good. I, Ginny, a Weasley, shall never go for Draco, a Malfoy.' She needed to hold on to that. But how did her thoughts get to Malfoy anyway?
WHATEVER.
By shadowlessphantom
Chapter One: Little Miss Weasley and the Spoiled Slytherin
"Come on Colin, hurry up!" called out Ginny Weasley, keeping as quiet as possible as both of them hid in the shadows of the Third floor corridor, that one which used to be Out of Bounds according to some students.
The shadow was thick.
Perfect for sneaking.
She smiled at him and checked the corridor ahead. "You're making as much noise, now shut it!" he called back, though he smiled at her teasingly. Ginny grinned. She really had a very cute best friend.
It was the second week of term for Ginny's fifth year, and it was a Thursday night, or rather it might already be Friday morning, as she and Colin were now backtracking from the kitchen and to the Gryffindor tower. The treacle tart and Yorkshire pudding was especially magnificent tonight.
But of course, the funs of eating needed to end as they made their way back to the commonroom. No way did one of them want to get caught by Filch, the dreaded caretaker. No one liked him, as far as Ginny knew and that included both she and Colin.
Ginny, after four years of being at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was still wondering why the hell was Filch still in this school when he hated the students more than before (considering his fury increased since last year's events—the Umbridge thing). I mean, when did you ever hear of a school caretaker who hated students?
'Dummy, a school is for students. He should work in Azkaban.' She thought amusedly and snickered to herself, not wanting Colin to think that she needed mental help or something.
"Wait there's something out there!" Colin whispered furiously and both of them lost the smile on their faces and he pulled her to the corner they were in, putting a protective arm in front of her as if blocking an assailant. Colin had been always a very protective best friend.
Sweet. For a best friend of course.
"Why'd you want to meet here, you spoiled brat of a Slytherin?" there was no mistaking the voice of Ginny's brother, Ronald Weasley (but he preferred Ron, and Ginny thought it sounded better than Ronald honestly) in a demanding and somewhat sarcastic tone.
But he wasn't alone.
"Shut up, Weasley, I'm actually talking to Potter." He drawled, and Ginny could clearly see the outline of six figures ahead of them. Three on three of course: Harry, Ron and Hermione against Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
Colin turned to her and smiled. "Hey, the gang's here. I might just enjoy this little show." He muttered. "I was a former fan." He added.
Ginny stifled a laugh and covered her mouth. She sometimes forgot that Colin had been so obsessed with Harry, the boy who lived, taking pictures of him every millisecond when he first met him. He found a way to joke about it now.
But, not like Ginny was the same too! "And don't forget I was also in the club." She replied with a grin. She had (take note: had—past tense) a huge crush on Harry but hey, she was still young that time. She was older now and knew better. Though maybe she still had a bit of a crush on him.
The two of them looked around the corridor, trying to find a place where they could slip past unnoticed. But there was no possible way. Every way would have made the gang alert to them. "There's no way we can pass by without them seeing us." Colin muttered.
"Yeah I know. Might as well BLOW a horn to tell them of our arrival. Let's just get this over with." Ginny replied. Both of them stepped out of the corner they were hiding in and walked towards them. This caused the argument at hand to stop.
"Don't worry, we come in peace. Just passing by, just passing by." Colin announced, hands high up in the air as Ginny walked beside him, looking for Ron. Right there. His red hair sort of stood out now that her eyes were used to the dark.
"Lumos." Muttered Hermione, of course the only one in the lot with enough of a head start to use magic. "Ginny!" Ron hissed, crossing his arms. "What are you doing here?" he demanded with a bit of similarity to Percy.
Ginny almost laughed and rolled her eyes affectionately. "Come on Ronnie, you sound like Percy. And it's not like you're here too." She replied with a smile. There was no way Ron was going to tell their Mum about it. And how does he explain it anyway?
'Mum, I saw Ginny sneaking late at night while Harry, Hermione and I were fighting off with Malfoy.' Yeah right. Even more trouble for both of them of course.
Fred and George might have gone, but maybe Ginny was getting into mischief making, at least a little bit, herself, and Ron had too since first year, though it had plainly good intentions. But they still sneak and that was the point. She was positive Ron wouldn't tell Mum.
"She's right Ron. Just let them pass. Owl your Mom and you'll get two Howlers, no doubt." Hermione agreed, smiling at them. She always said that Ginny and Colin made a cute couple, making the best friends roll with laughter. They couldn't imagine themselves in a relationship. Their friendship, surely, wasn't headed that way. Colin had a girlfriend!
"Hey mudblood, shut out that light, do you want to get caught?" Malfoy hissed, uncrossing his arms. "Now you youngsters, GO AWAY. We're having some of our OLDER stuff going on around here." He muttered.
Hermione extinguished the light from her wand tip and sighed. "Why, you scared of Filchy or his cat?" she crooned in a mock sweet voice. "You wish Granger, I just don't want to lose points for Slytherin, though if it were Gryffindor, I'd run around every night to make sure you lose points and the house cup too."
"Oh, yeah Malfoy. Don't you think we also want to do that—" But Ron was cut short because of Harry. "Shh, shh." And Ginny and Colin, who were caught up in the scene beheld in front of them, quickly grabbed each other's hands, ready to bolt if need be. They were doing just fine, but not before they met the gang. Now they might just get caught.
"You two groupies really cause trouble, don't you?" Ginny asked them, nudging Colin who snorted. "Fuck up little miss Weasley, Creevey you big Potter fan, no one asked your opinions." Malfoy said.
"Don't fuckin' talk to my sister that way. I'll kill you." Ron jeered, making Ginny smile. An older brother was an older brother of course. He had always been her savior; all her brothers have been. "Shut up all of you!" Harry said, and in the dim corridor, Ginny saw him listening. She did too.
"Who's there?!" demanded a voice not a second had passed since Ginny had listened. There was no mistaking who it was. "Filch!" Hermione hissed and all of them broke running. And someone else's voice made all of them determined to run and not get caught.
"Find them Filch! We must catch them!" commanded Madam Hooch. She didn't necessarily favor any of the houses, so nevertheless if they were caught, there was no saving, no excuses and of course: there would be points to lose and detention to serve.
Colin, who was and had gone taller than Ginny was dragging her by the hand. She was shorter so she didn't quite keep up with his pace, and stumbled on a quite elevated tile on the floor. She felt a hand around her ankle. "I got you!" Filch said with so much happiness, you'd think the old punishments had been allowed again.
'God, Filch is really nuts. Oh, the joy of catching a student. WHATEVER." Ginny thought, looking up at Colin.
She shrugged her hand away from Colin and gave him a look. "Run!" she mouthed. If she got caught, it wasn't any problem at all. This wasn't the first time anyway—and a plus was she and Colin usually saved each other's necks from getting in trouble. They weren't best friends for nothing.
Colin gave her the thumbs up and ran ahead. They would talk later. Ginny knew he would wait for her in the commonroom to ask what kind of detention she had and how many points had been taken.
"Weasley, aha. You seem to be quite a successor of your twin brothers, eh? I won't allow that, not anymore." He said, his face twisting into a sour smile, as if he was happy he caught her but angry about the thought of Fred and George. Ginny didn't hear this thought; she resisted the urge to shudder at the sight of his pale, yellowish teeth. Disgusting.
"Come with me, we'll wait for who else you were with." And pulling her roughly by the arm, he led her to his office, where else while Mrs. Norris appeared from nowhere and trailed behind them. Ginny rolled her eyes and followed suit. Whoever got caught with her, she hoped it was either Crabbe or Goyle. Weren't they dumb?
Ginny stood in the middle of Filch's office, looking around and not listening to his blabbering. He always said this to everyone he ever caught, and it wasn't Ginny's first time, so she knew this already. She was starting to suspect that the Weasley twins knew Filch's yammering as much as they knew Wood's used to be speech every Quidditch game by heart.
There was a muffled sort of voice outside, and it got louder. Madam Hooch was talking a thousand words a second to someone Ginny was about to know. She just wished it wasn't Harry, Ron or Hermione, though it wouldn't be fun to share detention with a Slytherin at all.
"Ms. Weasley. What a surprise. I thought you wouldn't take the genes of your brothers but you must have." She said. She pulled someone from outside the door and gently pushed him inside the office. Ginny groaned.
"Mr. Malfoy, why were you meeting Ms. Weasley?" asked Madam Hooch, almost nosily. Ginny resisted the urge to scoff at this. Openly, Malfoy rolled his eyes and his face was masked with disgust. "Meeting with her? Why the heck would I be meeting with her?" he asked.
Madam Hooch frowned. "Watch the language, Mr. Malfoy, or I'll take fifty points from Slytherin." She warned, and Ginny bit her lip, no longer wanting to scoff. She wanted to laugh out loud, as her words made Malfoy shut up.
"Why don't you explain, Ms. Weasley?" she asked, turning her attention to the redhead beside Filch. "I don't know what he was doing, but I wasn't with him or even meeting with him." She replied politely.
Filch and Madam Hooch got into a conversation, probably deciding what they would do. "Yeah, since I wouldn't even think of ever seeing Mr. Malfoy here up close." Ginny added the moment they weren't listening.
Malfoy scowled. "You're in it, Weasel, you want me to make your life a living hell?" he asked, cracking his knuckles. "Yeah sure. I don't care, even if you send death threats every day." She replied with a soft snort. Malfoy was just a talker. He couldn't even do half of the things he says.
"We have decided that you two shall have a week's worth of detention, and ten points from each of your Houses. However, you shall be informed of what kind of detention you shall have by tomorrow morning." Said Madam Hooch in a business like tone.
"You may go. And don't think of still exploring around. If I catch you again tonight, you will have two months worth detention." She warned, and after a last glare from Filch, they left his office. Malfoy was muttering to himself as they walked down the same corridor, cursing under his breath.
"Good night Malfoy, I wish we'd have a fun time together in detention." Ginny said sweetly, trying to annoy the hell out of him. She loved seeing his temper out of hand, since it was one of the things that got him into big trouble. That was what she'd observed through the years anyway.
"Shut up Weasel. I don't look forward to anything fun with you." And with that, Ginny received a rude gesture and she grinned at him before turning a corner. She didn't care. Malfoy was a no good idiot anyway.
"Whoa Madam Hooch gives detention like this?" asked Colin as Ginny showed him a note, telling her of where to go on Monday night for detention. It was Friday morning, and both she and Colin were feeling rather sleepy but fine at any rate, after last night's exciting events.
"Yeah, and I have to spend that detention time with Malfoy. Bummer. But it won't be that bad." She replied with a smile. Madam Hooch had given an assorted type of detention—different task at different places everyday. They would start Monday night and finish, obviously, Sunday.
"You had better help me with the schoolwork you know. It's the start of term—start of lessons. I need the help." She said as she munched on her bacon. Colin smiled and shrugged. "No problem at all." He replied.
Just then, his girlfriend from Hufflepuff who was Judy Abbott walked over to the Gryffindor table. Ginny returned her smile and turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione who had just come from the Gryffindor tower.
"Howdy, slept well last night?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye. During her third year, no way would Ginny be acting this way, but with last year's events and after the Weasley twins' show of fervent school rule breaking, she had transformed from shy girl to grown up, mischievous young successor of her brothers. It was cool.
"Do you have detention?" asked Ron quickly, disregarding the question. Ginny nodded. "Yeah. With Malfoy actually." She replied nonchalantly. Harry and Ron exchanged alarmed looks with Hermione.
"What? You're with the oddball?" exclaimed Harry, shaking his head sympathetically. Ginny grinned. "No big deal. Like he's going to do anything to me anyway. That's crap." She muttered, as if they were talking about something as normal as the weather.
Hermione shook her head. "Where did your sudden strength come from, Gin? You just got that this year." She said with a laugh. Colin backed her up this time, as Judy Abbott had left. "Let's say brothers do a lot to influence a little sister." He said.
"Are you referring to Fred and George?" asked Ron innocently, but Ginny gave him a look that plainly said that he too, influenced her as much too. "Anyway, a week's worth of detention and ten points from Gryffindor. It was weak." She reassured, and maybe she was right.
"I'm exhausted Gin..." Colin muttered, as both of them fell on the couch that Friday night after Quidditch practice.
Colin and his brother, Dennis Creevey were Beaters, and Ginny too, made it in the team as Chaser. She played alongside Katie Bell who was in her last year and Seamus Finnigan, who in Ginny's opinion, flew really good. Of course, Harry was Seeker and Ron was the Keeper. Harry was Team Captain for this year.
"Me too..." she muttered back, her head falling to rest on his shoulder as he did the same. "Hey you two, that's why Judy gets jealous. You act too much like best friends." Said Ron, who was equally tired and was sitting comfortably on one of the bigger couches.
Ginny rolled her eyes while Colin snorted. Many times, Colin and Judy had fought about her, but she didn't give a damn. Why would she? Aside from the fact that Colin told her not to, she wasn't doing anything wrong as far as she was concerned, so there was no point getting all worked up about it.
"We're best friends, and if doesn't come across Judy's brain, I would sometime break up with her if her brain gets narrower than it already seems to be." He muttered tonelessly.
They already had a fight during lunchtime, Judy asking Colin why she didn't know about it. How could he tell? They weren't in the same house for one. And it was unplanned. Just after they finished their Transfiguration essays, they were hungry and thought of eating. Where else would they go but the kitchen?
"Is she that narrow minded and the jealous type?" asked Harry, who was yet in another couch. Colin shrugged. "Sort of. But she can't understand she's the only girl I've got my eyes on. She's beginning to be dumb." He replied, and Harry and Ron chuckled.
"So, Gin, thrilled for detention at all?" asked Hermione, changing the subject. She was in a corner, and had been studying from the moment they left until now that they were back and practice was over.
"I think so. I mean, I'm half the girl I used to be, and I think I can take on him anytime on the argument category." Ginny replied and smiled. The face of Malfoy dumbstruck with nothing to say floated in her mind. Wouldn't it just be amazing to make him shut up because of her?
Bloody brilliant.
Harry laughed. "You've changed so much. At least for the better, instead of getting clobbered by him. I like you that way Gin." He pointed out. Ginny nodded and yawned, though deep inside she was very awake. "Thanks." She replied with a thumbs up.
"Well, feelin' sleepy guys. Got to go. Night. Night Colin, and make up with Judy on the Hogsmeade visit tomorrow. She might let loose in the whole school that you're some sort of sore loser and you don't get a new girl if ever you break up." She said with a wicked grin.
Colin nodded and laughed. "I'll do that. Thanks for the piece of wisdom." And Ginny, flashing a quick look at everyone else she knew in the commonroom, trudged slowly up the winding staircase to her dormitory.
After a rush change into her nightclothes, she collapsed into bed, drew the curtains and thought of Harry. Hell. Why was she thinking of him? She was OVER him a long time ago, since the incident in the Chamber. It was nothing but a stupid puppy love crush. 'I'm supposed to be over!' she thought.
But his words rang out inside her brain for the rest of the night. "I like you that way Gin." She repeated to herself. She sighed. It was nothing. I mean, what the hell could she be thinking about? Everyone noticed her change this year, and she was glad about it. Harry LIKED her change of attitude. As a friend. That's all.
'Yeah, the chances are I'd rather be on a fling with Malfoy even before Harry thinks of me like 'more than friends' or something.' Which is not good. 'Definitely not good. I, Ginny, a Weasley, shall never go for Draco, a Malfoy.' She needed to hold on to that. But how did her thoughts get to Malfoy anyway?
WHATEVER.
