Ambivalent
Chapter two
By cocoa-latte..
.
.
.

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

Chapter two.

Malfoy glanced up at the same person who ran into him earlier that day. He gave her a sneer before sweeping up his textbook, quill, and expensive parchment up into his arms. He wasn't going to sit next to some mudblood-lover.

Malfoy glanced up and to his disgust, he faced the same person who had ran straight into him earlier on the same day. He gave her a sneer that sent shivers down her spine. He picked up his textbook, quill, and expensive parchment up into his arms. He wasn't going to sit next to some mudblood-lover.

There was the ringing of the bells that chimed in the background. Ring Ring Ring.

'Shit, class has already started.'

"Going somewhere, Mr. Malfoy?" Malfoy didn't need to turn around to identify the sharp voice of his teacher.

"No Professor," he said harshly, before dropping his books back down on the table, satisfied as it clattered rather loudly.

"Good to hear," said Professor McGonagall, ignoring the tone of his voice. Her clear bitter voice rang throughout the classroom. "Kindly take your seat, the bell has rung," she instructed, "Please flip to page sixty-two in your textbook." There was a fluttering of turning pages. "Today, we'll be lear—"

Draco scoffed and tuned out. He hated this class. Not because he wasn't smart enough or anything, because he was forced. Forced to take Transfiguration by his father, of course.

Draco scoffed and tuned her voice out. He hated this class. It would have to be one of the near bottom on his list. Then again, it couldn't get any worse than History of Magic with that dead ghost. He was only forced to take it by his mother. It was what his deceased fucked-up father would want anyway.

Again, the strict professor interjected his thoughts, "Now, your next task will be to kindly pair up with whoever is sharing your bench with you and transfigure your partner into the animal of your choice. Kindly remember that you will be tested on this next Monday."

Again, the strict professor interjected his reverie. "Now, you next task will be to pair up with whoever is sharing you bench. You may transfigure your partner into the animal of you choice. You will be reminded that this only includes no animals bigger than two metres. We wouldn't want to destroy the classroom, would we?"

There was snickering throughout the classroom. Oh no, more than anything, it would be nice to destroy the classroom.

The tall witch looked down at them sternly. "Remember, you will be tested on this on Monday. Be prepared or fail."

They shut up almost instantly.

Ginny turned around to face Malfoy. She gave him a scornful face. She hated herself for coming in late. If only she was a few minutes earlier, she would have been able to get a good seat. Instead… Of all people, she was working with a Malfoy, for crying out loud! "Let's just get this quickly over with," she told him moodily.

Draco smirked when he noticed the way she was eyeing him. He knew he was handsome, no need for a Weasley to tell him that. "If that's what you want," he told her with a noticeable drawl in his voice.

Ginny gave him a glare. "I'll go first, ferret boy," she hissed at him.

Draco, amused at her spunky attitude, "graciously" allowed her to. He sat still on his chair, and watch the Weasley take out her wand. Her brown eyes glanced over at him wickedly.

A wave of her long cherry wand and crack; Malfoy the ferret was born again. Ginny stifled a snort. The ferret's eye hardened, giving her a definite scowl. "Suits you right, bouncing ferret" she told him nonchalantly, swishing her red hair over her shoulder. After a swish of her wand, yet another crack was heard. He looked down at himself, good, he was back to normal.

Draco stood up straight, straightening out his back. He couldn't utter how frustrated he was. He vowed in his fourth year that that'd be the last time he would be seen as a ferret. He hated that stupid Mad-eye-Moody impostor.

"Bitch," said Draco, swearing under his breath

"I'm not deaf," she whispered to him, her eyes glinting.

Draco ignored her. "My turn, I presume?" he asked, fingering his wand delicately.

"I suppose…" she told him uncertainly, her eyes suspicious. He would surely get revenge. 'Not a weasel, not a weasel, please!' screamed the voice in Ginny's head.

Draco flashed Ginny a rather evil smirk. A loud crack was followed by a swish of his wand. Ginny looked down at her, out so she tried. Everything looked so... big. She started to put two in two together. No, she wasn't a Weasel. Well, that was unpredictable.

"Mudblood-loving ant."

She was an ant.

He leaned closer to her and whispered, his voice dripping with venom, "Now, this time, you're even lower than a Weasel. This time, you're an ant. That's nearly last on the food chain, isn't it?" There was a definitely a malicious look in his cold grey eyes.

Draco lazily transfigured her back. He didn't want to cause anything big. He pocketed his wand deep into his black robes.

Ginny gave him a look of hatred.

"I don't have time to play games with you, Malfoy," spat Weasley, as she too, pocketed his own wand.

"Games?" he questioned, his tone icy. Class was dismissed; the chiming of the bells rung, echoing the room hauntingly, yet Ginny and Draco remained rooted. Ginny's eyes narrowed. "I don't think I started this. It was you who transfigured me into a ferret in the first place." he spat when he said the word "ferret."

"Just sod off," she hissed as she gathered his belongings and swiftly left the room.

"Hurry up Mr. Malfoy, you best get going," instructed Professor McGonagall from across the narrow classroom.

Ginny quickly left the classroom. Her heels clacked as she walked back to the common room, pleased that the long day had finally ended. She reached the portrait of an extremely fat lady in a big pink dress.

The fat lady looked down surveyed her. "Password?" she asked in a monotonous voice.

"Mimbulus," Ginny muttered. The portrait swung open, revealing a large room filled with laughing people. Ginny's eyes flickered towards the fireplace. A roaring fire was in place. The common room sure was warm. "Ginny!" gasped Lavender.

Ginny gave her a wide smile. "Hey, how are you?" she questioned her happily. She hadn't seen Lavender since last year, before the summer break. Lavender looked positively glowing. Ginny hadn't failed to notice her pink cheeks.

"Have you seen Draco Malfoy?" Lavender squealed excitedly. "He's so damn hot," she muttered dreamily, dozing off into space.

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "Hot? I don't think so Lavender."

Lavender's reverie snapped. "Have you even seen him?" she asked, annoyed at the fact that Ginny was disagreeing with who she thought was the hottest guy on earth.

"Yes, I have actually," she told her haughtily. "I have transfiguration with him. I have to freaking sit beside him," she hissed. "Stupid git," she muttered, so Lavender couldn't hear her diss towards the young Malfoy.

"Ohmigosh, Ginny! You're so lucky, I envy you so much!" Lavender cried out. "I'm not in advanced potions. Damn it, I should have worked harder last year," she sighed.

"You shouldn't envy me Laven-" Ginny was cut short. There was a tap on her back.

"Gin, can you tell Hermione that I have detention, so our date will be cancelled?" asked Ron quickly. He looked down at her and hastily added. "Please?"

"Why Ronald, I never knew you two were going out!" exclaimed Ginny slyly. She knew, of course she knew, everyone knew. It was just an unspoken fact.

"Bloody Hell, Ginny! Just tell her okay?" he looked at her desperately.

"Detention with Snape again?" laughed Ginny. She knew her brother well.

"Yah," grumbled Ron, sounding almost bored with her guess.

Ginny glanced sideways, her eyes landed on the big antique clock that hung on the wall. "You better hurry if you don't wanna be late, Ron," she told him wickedly. "You wouldn't want that, would you?"

Ron then also glanced at the clock. "Blimey, you're right Gin! I better go now," Ron scurried out of the room, fearing of being late for detention with Snape.

Ginny gave a sigh of relief. He was finally gone. "Ginny, truth or dare?" called Parvati from across the common room. "Sure." Ginny called back and got up from the regal couch and made her way across the busy and loud common room. She never really enjoyed the game truth or dare, but it was the first day of school. She could lighten up a little.

She sat down in the circle of Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs on the carpeted floor. She glanced over at her friend, Ali who was mixing some butterbeer with some vodka. Ali glanced up, feeling Ginny's eyes on her drink. "Just to make it a little stronger," explained Ali. "Would you like some?" she questioned Ginny innocently, whose eyes were wider than usual.

"Um… no thanks Ali. I'm fine," she told her truthfully.

Ali shrugged, "Okay, if that's what you want."

"Okay, so who goes first?" asked Parvati excitedly.

"I'll go first. Dare," volunteered Ginny's ex-boyfriend Michael.

Ginny glanced over at him nonchalantly. He was good-looking, but not the most caring person in the world. She could still vividly remember the day he dumped her. Her eyes narrowed slightly at him.

"Okay," shrugged Parvati. "This one's kinda gross really." Michael eyed her beadily. Parvati turned around and grabbed some packets of condiments such as ketchup, pepper, mustard, soy sauce, and wasabi off the table. "Can someone get me a small bowl and a spoon?" she queried.

Someone handed her one. Ginny grinned wickedly as she watched Parvati open the packets of sauces. She squirted the ketchup out onto the bowl. They watched her go through each packet; she then got a spoon and mixed it together. Ginny was very satisfied at the amount of wasabi put in. He deserved it.

Michael watched as the bowl of… crap was placed in front of him. It turned out to be a dark brown colour. Michael leaned forward towards the bowl. He caught a small waft of the ingredients. Smelt rather crappy to him.

"Eat up," laughed Ginny as she watched Michael stuff a large amount of the mixture into his mouth. His eyes shot wide open as he spat the stuff out. Little bits of brown liquid splattered over the floor.

He looked thoroughly disgusted. He again lifted the spoon gingerly and stuffed it in his mouth, again. This time, however, he managed to swallow it whole. "Can someone get me a glass of water?" he croaked.

He froze at all the laughing directed towards him. He flushed red and looked down.

'Serves him right,' thought a nasty voice in Ginny's mind. "So… who's next?" asked Ginny brightly.

"You should go," suggested Ali, her words slur. 'She should control her drinking,' thought Ginny.

Ginny looked up, aware that everyone was watching her, "Um… truth I suppose."

"Truth is no fun," said Dean.

"I have a good one! Okay, do you like Draco Malfoy or at least think he's hot?" asked Lavender eagerly.

"No!" exclaimed Ginny quickly. Maybe she answered that one a little too quickly. Ginny pursed her lips together as she watched the large clock that hung on the wall absently.

Lavender nodded slightly to the others who were smirking at her. "That definitely is a lie."

"Is not!" she exclaimed loudly, her heart racing with lies. "I do not like him! He's such an ass to everyone and I! You guys of all people should know that!" She looked around exasperatedly.

"Yeah, yeah. If you say so," said Lavender, her tone bored. "You do think he's hot, right?"

"No!" she bursted out.

Everyone raised an eyebrow at her; well all the females did, anyway. "Not hot? Someone echoed.

"Just give her a dare instead. She's obviously not telling the truth, anyway," a voice she couldn't figure out said.

"What?" cried out Ginny, "It was the truth!"

"Denial," someone whispered, and then laughed.

"No!" she said in dismay. Why wouldn't they believe her? 'Maybe because it is a lie. 'Cause you do like how he looks, don't you, Ginny?' asked the voice in her head mischievously.

'No, I don't! I would never like someone like him!' Ginny argued back to the voice in her head furiously.

"Everyone likes Draco. He's only the… oh the hottest guy in school."

"Well, I'm different than everyone else!" she told them, frustrated.

"I dare you to kiss him," Ali said clearly as she took another sip of her alcoholic drink. All that booze must have really gone to her head.

"No, you're drunk! You can't give me a dare when you're drunk, you don't even know what you're talking about. I can't kiss a stranger, if Ron finds out, oh he better not find out. Anyway, I don't even know him! And that fact that our families are enemies! Do you know what they would say if I, you know, kiss him!" she told them, her voice even sounded shrill to her ears.

"The better the reason to snog him then," laughed Seamus, "Come on, it's a dare! It's no fun if you don't follow the sport of the dare. Even though it's slightly…" his voice faded.

"I asked for truth," she hissed.

"Well you obviously didn't tell the truth, so we're giving you a dare!"

"I did tell the truth! I don't like him!"

Seamus sighed, "Just do it. There's no point going through all this."

"Fine," she spat.

She wasn't really going to.

A/N: Thanks for reading and a huge thanks to those who reviewed! Also, thanks to my beta, evil-mittens!