Every Rose Has Thorns Michelle Colli
Desclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter, no do I own the basicidea, but I do own the idea of this story.
Chapter Three – Congratulations Ginny
Draco stood there as he watched how gracefully Ginny walked even when pissed off. He shook his head and blinked a couple of times to get his head out of the gutter.
"Malfoy, your sick, stop thinking like that, especially about the Weasel!" He said out loud to himself.
Draco turned in the opposite direction that Ginny went and tried to get as far as he could of away from the sweet smelling, seemingly innocent seductress. Maybe that's why he was slightly interested. She was pure, innocent, and yet dangerous. He'd never allow himself to do such a thing. She was a Weasley, W-E-A-S-L-E-Y! She was also poor and a Gryffindor, but yet she was also Pot Head's best friend's younger sister. 'Would that strike a nerve in Potty?" he thought. "Maybe. Depends on his feelings towards the girl." He thought again. Draco continued to pace down always thinking to himself about the situation all the while.
Ginny whirled around. The voice had startled her half to death. Clasping her chest she spoke.
"RON!" She glared at him, "Don't ever scare me like that again!"
Ron eyed his sister every carefully. He wanted answers and he was going to get them if she liked it or not.
"Where were you? Why are you wearing only a towel? Who is 'he'? Do you realize it is past curfe-" Ginny interrupted him then.
Ginny scowled as Ron began is million questions. She decided to not have him waste his breath."
"Ron shut up!" She glared at him once more, "What I do is none of your damned business!"
"Like hell it isn't!" He spoke viciously, "You're my sister! I should know what the hell your doing that is so important for you to come through that portrait past curfew!"
Ginny sighed, 'Better tell him something, or else he'll owl mum and get her involved. Why does he have to be so nosey!'
"Fine, I was in the prefects bathroom, alright?" Ginny glared at her brother.
"And…?" Ron was a persistent little bugger.
"And I fell asleep, hence only wearing a towel because I didn't want to be even later." Ron considered her excuse but spoke again.
"Who's the boy you were talking about?" Ginny didn't want to tell Ron about Draco, She didn't want to have to resort to getting big brother to save her from the big bad slytherin, she could take care of Draco on her own.
"Snape." Ron looked revolted.
"SNAPE! WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH HIM!" Ginny wanted to puke, 'How could he think such a thing!'
"Your fucking sick, Ron. Snape… err caught me in the corridor and took off 50 points or something from gryffindor because I was late, and well, dressed like this."
It was partly true. Ron seemed content with that answer.
"Damn him, he's always taking points from us," The second part was which Ginny said seemed to finally kick into Ron's brain, "Wait! Ew! Snape saw my sister in only a towel!"
He shuddered and you rolled you eyes, "How immature."
"Good night Ron." And with that Ginny went to her dorm, leaving Ron in the common room.
The next morning Ginny had awoken early. It was Monday. She showered, Magically dried and un frizzed her hair, did a slightly amount of make up on her face such as a browney-gold eye shadow and water melon lip gloss, and got dressed into her school uniform. She had at least a half an hour until breakfast so she sat down on her bed and looked over her schedule. She had Divinations first with that old coot, then she had care of magical creatures. Her morning didn't seem so bad. "Damn Potions" She thought as her eyes skimmed the next class. Normally Potions wouldn't see so bad, she was actually looking forward to potions class, only it was with, who else, the Slytherins. Also this year was a little bit different than last year.
FLASH BACK
"Ginny! Our Hogwarts letters are here!" yelled Ron from the kitchen.
Ginny had just woken up and was stumbling down the stairs when she heard the bellow.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" She said groggily.
Reaching out for her letter she ripped it open nearly ripping the paper inside. Pulling it out she read was she'd need for the new year. This time the letter had a couple of things extra.
Congratulations Ginny Weasley, you have been chosen to be prefect for this year along with Colin Creevey, Pansy Parkinson, Hanna Abbot, Terry Boot, and Kori Phelopes (Who ever he was!). The Head Boy and Girl are Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. All patrol nights start at 8 P.M. and end at twelve A.M. The patrol nights are as follows:
Monday: Ginny Weasley and Kori Phelopes
Tuesday: Colin Creevey and Pansy ParkinsonWednesday: Hanna Abbot and Terry Boot
Thursday: Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley (That Must have been a Typo!)
Friday: Hermione Granger and Kori Phelopes
Saturday: Colin Creevey and Pansy Parkinson
Sunday: Hanna Abbot and Terry Boot.
Meeting will be called when staff or Head boy or girl feels the need to do so.
Congratulations again Ginny Weasley. I, Dumbledor, and Severus Snape believe that due to your remarkable grades on your O.W.Ls you should be put up one grade level in potions. If you feel you are not ready for year seven potions see me at my office whenever you like.
Albus DumbledorGinny screamed excitedly and hugged her brother, Ron.
"Ron! Ron! I'm a Prefect! And I'm in 'your' Potions Class!"
END FLASH BACK
Normally Ginny would have been excited, and she was, until now. She'll be with her brother's grade with the Slytherins. That means Draco. 'Goody' She thought, "Hmm I wont let him get to me, I wont let him bug me, I'm taking that class and that final!" She glanced down and looked at the class after Potions, it was Astrology, which meant it was after dinner right before her patrolling hours. "At least I get a break in between." She smiled and sighed.