BLOODY HELL, chapter two.
disclaimer-points to JK. its all hers. not mine.
Ginny stopped, her hand still one the door knob, her muscles frozen. A figure stood before her, but in the darkness she couldn't make out their identity. The figure stepped into the light, and the girls heart froze. Severus Snape stood before her, and he did not look happy to see her.
"Why, may I ask, is the little Weasley in my house?" He said, his words punctuated with ice. "I do believe that the sorting hat put you in Gryffindor?"
Ginny's mouth opened and closed, making her look like a fish. Rarely was she out of things to say, but she could not seem to respond to the potion masters inquiry.
"Oh shut up Snape." Blaise said, slurring his words drunkenly. "She was with us. Stop being such a bloody prat."
Snapes eyes narrowed, and for a split second Ginny's skin tingled with expectency of physical assualt. Much to her surprise, Snape's face broke into a smile.
"Miss Weasley, while Blaise seems to think your presence is justified, I however strongly disagree, and think you should scurry back to your tower. That essay is due tomorrow.
Ginny brushed past Snape, who smacked her rump smartly.
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"Password?" The fat lady commanded as Ginny approached. Overraught with stress, Ginny's brain could not produce the correct answer.
"Listen here. You very well know that I am in Gryffindor, and if you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to make what Sirius Black did to you seem like a bloody tea party. Got it?"
The Fat Ladys mouth was in the shape of a perfect O, and she was shaking quite noticibly. The portrait swung aside, and Ginny entered. The anger that Snape's indecency had won was beginning to boil. When she caught sight of Harry, brooding in the corner, she was close to boiling over.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing prancing around with Slytherins? You're a bloody traitor, going and befriending my enemies. Good friend you are, really defending me when I need your help. I'm still stuck in this rut, I feel horrible, and I've got the whole bloody wizarding world on my shoulders, and you go behind my back and befriend THEM!"
"A. I am not, have never been, and will never be your friend. B. Gryffindors are supposed to be noble, and you're a sorry as excuse for one, try showing something other then sheer stupidity once and a while. C.I would rather associate with my so called "enemies" than associate with a twat like you. D. Other people have problems too, its not all you E. I'm really tired right now and frankly, I don't give a rats ass about how The Boy Who Lived; But Is The Biggest Prat In The Entire Bleeding Universe And Has His Wand Shoved So Far Up His Rectum That He's Spitting Sparks, feels. This is the real world, and it sure as hell isnt a pity party for you, so suck it up and get used to it." And with that, she turned on her heel and headed for the girls dorm. Harry was left to stand there, shocked at the fact that the small girl who had not so long ago followed him around like he was God, was now speaking of his rectum in unfavorable ways. He'd get back at her. He'd show her who her true friends were.
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Ginny awoke the next morning still seething. Though she had wonderful dreams of polishing her shoes with Harry's face, her mood had not improved. She dressed quickly and went down for breakfast. Hermione and Harry were sitting at the table, deep in conversation, Hermione apparently joining in on Harry's never ending pity party. She quickly avoided this, grabbing a piece of toast and hurrying off to Care of Magical Creatures. Ginny was the only student who was in the class, so the curriculim was mostly just sitting and chatting with Hagrid. The girl shared his love of all things strange and magical, and she had a wealth of knowledge that Hagrid found incredible.
"Ah, heres muh favorite person."
"Morning Hagrid"
"Whats with the glum face?" He asked. Ginny looked down and entered her teachers hut silently. "Oh no. No no no. None of this shite. Todays lesson will consist of tea, and talk. Sit down."
Ginny took a seat at the large table, giving Hagrid and akward look. "Its not anything Hagrid, I'm just...a mite frustrated with Harry. I'm sick of his complaints."
"Aye, the boy needs to shut up and get on with life already. He's the bleeding poster child for self pity."
She looked at Hagrid with a brow raised. Hagrid stopped, biting his lip. "Shouldn't have said that."
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The day passed, agonizingly slow. After what seemed to be a few decades, Ginny was sitting in Blaises room, waiting for him to get back from class. Ginny heard the squeak of the door opening.
"Blaise, I really can't stand being in that tower anymore. Its killing me, I was wondering if I could-"
Looking up, she found that she was not addressing Blaise.
Draco Malfoy stood before her.