Chapter 2
Ginny smiled to herself, not restricting her dazzling teeth from behind parted crimson lips.
"Hey Ginny! Ginny! Over here!" It was Collin Creevy, yelling with all his might to get her attention.
"Why, hello Collin, how are you?" Ginny replied, showering Collin with her radiant gaze.
Collin shifted nervously, "I'm not great, but I would be much happier if you would allow me to accompany you to the Great Hall!"
"Oh Collin, I would love that, but why are you sad?" Ginny pleaded.
"The usual, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle frighten me."
Ginny cut him off in a surprisingly shark, cold voice, "Oh, don't worry about them.they will be taken care of. I'm sick and tired of those Slytherins hurting my family and friends."
This quick response startled Collin, Ginny was usually so empathetic. Usually, she seemed to bate her breath while he was talking, just to let him know she's listening. It must be a touchy subject, those heartless Slytherins. And with that thought, the reluctant Gryffindor had forgotten all about it with the arrival of Owl Post. A great cloud of bad tempered owls headed towards the Slytherin table, bearing lavish gifts of ornate design.
"They make me sick." Said Ron, taking his seat. "All those extra clothes and that money." Ron realized his jealousy was showing and turned the color of the strawberry jam on his toast.
"Oh don't worry about them," Harry chirped, "Were a fabulous team! We beat them by far!" Harry smiled and suggestively stroked Ron's back.
Ginny rested her delicate chin in her soft hands and let her eyes wander seemingly aimlessly around the Great Hall. "The Ravenclaws are by far the quietest table here. Always have their noses turned up, or stuck in a book," She analyzed to herself. "The Hufflepuffs are kind, but I wish there were more like Cedric, he was perfect."
Then, suddenly, a wave of fiery blue emotion filled the gap between them. Ginny's eyes had met Draco's for the second time today. The corners of her mouth curled upward and a look of hatred replaced the curiosity and bewilderment on Draco's face.
"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy.tut tut tut." Ginny spoke to herself, "You know better."
Ginny smiled to herself, not restricting her dazzling teeth from behind parted crimson lips.
"Hey Ginny! Ginny! Over here!" It was Collin Creevy, yelling with all his might to get her attention.
"Why, hello Collin, how are you?" Ginny replied, showering Collin with her radiant gaze.
Collin shifted nervously, "I'm not great, but I would be much happier if you would allow me to accompany you to the Great Hall!"
"Oh Collin, I would love that, but why are you sad?" Ginny pleaded.
"The usual, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle frighten me."
Ginny cut him off in a surprisingly shark, cold voice, "Oh, don't worry about them.they will be taken care of. I'm sick and tired of those Slytherins hurting my family and friends."
This quick response startled Collin, Ginny was usually so empathetic. Usually, she seemed to bate her breath while he was talking, just to let him know she's listening. It must be a touchy subject, those heartless Slytherins. And with that thought, the reluctant Gryffindor had forgotten all about it with the arrival of Owl Post. A great cloud of bad tempered owls headed towards the Slytherin table, bearing lavish gifts of ornate design.
"They make me sick." Said Ron, taking his seat. "All those extra clothes and that money." Ron realized his jealousy was showing and turned the color of the strawberry jam on his toast.
"Oh don't worry about them," Harry chirped, "Were a fabulous team! We beat them by far!" Harry smiled and suggestively stroked Ron's back.
Ginny rested her delicate chin in her soft hands and let her eyes wander seemingly aimlessly around the Great Hall. "The Ravenclaws are by far the quietest table here. Always have their noses turned up, or stuck in a book," She analyzed to herself. "The Hufflepuffs are kind, but I wish there were more like Cedric, he was perfect."
Then, suddenly, a wave of fiery blue emotion filled the gap between them. Ginny's eyes had met Draco's for the second time today. The corners of her mouth curled upward and a look of hatred replaced the curiosity and bewilderment on Draco's face.
"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy.tut tut tut." Ginny spoke to herself, "You know better."
