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Summary: I put a little insight to the minds of our two favorite characters. One of them might be mentally disturbed. The other might have a small case of paranoia. – Sounds like me…
Author's Notes: This chapter is rushed. It is shorter than the others. Draco and Snape are slightly out of character. (I think and I am sorry) Would I lie to you? Probably… Thank you to all my reviewers! I /SO/ appreciate it! Emma Barrows- Thanks, Emma! You rock. You have never missed one of my chapters! Sara- You were the one who 'made me get on it'. Sorry if this chapter isn't up to par… but you got what you wanted! ;D babi-gurl8907- Thanks so much! I will write more because of my awesome reviewers. Artimis11- I did. And thanks, I try my best to be funny. Ame- Wow. I never considered to put Blaise with Pansy. I'll think about it.
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Chapter III - - Like the Weasel to the Ferret
I told them I wouldn't go after Malfoy after they caught me tripping over myself to get to him. That sounded unbearably ironic. I would never trip all over myself to get to Malfoy. But that's what they said. Anyhow, I told them I wouldn't go after Malfoy to hurt him in any shape or form. I said I wouldn't lay a finger on him or throw a hex. Although, Ron's all flustered and had to visit Madame Pomfrey because I think I gave him a heart attack. And he made me promise that I would never see Malfoy again, associate with him, or put my hands on him.
Who the hell in their right mind (Ron doesn't count!) would think I would put my hands on him voluntarily? I'd put my hands all over Snape before that happened. And then I had to promise Harry that I wouldn't ride Malfoy's broom, as I could borrow his, and that it was better. I scoffed. Then he told me that it was about a whole quidditch issue, and that I shouldn't let Malfoy get to me. I admit, I've never let my guard down for too long. But- That ferret had gotten to me. He's under my bloody skin. He's like a leech that won't go away. A thing that- that's bad for my mental health.
Hermione made me promise that I wouldn't think too hard on the matter and that I should try to compress my anger by knitting hats with her this Thursday. I told her she could shove her dumb hats up her arse. I seem to be promising things to a lot of people today. And in the process on running down the hall, hands bound behind my back, I had to promise McGonagall that I wouldn't run down the halls, screaming louder than a few decibels above herself.
That earned me a detention. My first detention in a month. Now, I might be thinking a little irrational, (Screw Hermione) but I think that Malfoy is getting me into trouble. And the absolute last thing that I promised was to Malfoy. I promised him that I wouldn't kill him because if I didn't, McGonagall said she would tell Professor Dumbledore that I was to be sent to St. Mungos.
I didn't mind that much… It was the letter to my mother that made me swallow my pride. Well, it's been three days since I've seen him. He hasn't eaten at the same time in the Great Hall as me, and I think he might be avoiding me. Strange… Why would anybody be afraid of the small pissed off Weasley?
And that brings me to my point. After all those promises I made, I think I'm feeling an ounce of guilt. Why, you say? The answer is simple.
I lied.
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That Weasley girl needs help. She's been attempting to stalk me. I find myself looking around corners and checking my food. It's been three days, and I'm tired of hiding. Malfoy's don't hide. I'm not hiding. I'm- stalling her reaction. And her brothers. She has six. Six brothers. Six.
But she does need help. I'm not sure if she's mentally stable to do anything. She promised me she wouldn't kill me. HA! I find that undoubtedly preposterous. She's doing everything in her power to bring me to my knees. My downfall, as she phrased it. I find that quite humorous. I'll bring her to her downfall before she can even think of mine.
I'm going to make her wish she is crawling on her knees begging for mercy.
I don't know who pushed her clothes into the water, bound her hands, or put that letter on my bed telling me where to avoid her, but I thank them. I'm planning on letting myself get 'caught' today. Maybe she'll think that she'll have the upper hand. I haven't tested it yet, but her mental capacity seems limited. Like the Weasel to the Ferret. Scratch that. I meant: Like the Weasel to the Malfoy. I mustn't call myself Ferret. I think she's messing with my mind. Maybe the Weasel isn't a dumb as I thought she was.
Even so, I find myself wondering what her 'friends' thought. Are Potter, Granger, and Weasley after me too? I'm not worried either way, though.
How much could a five foot something little Weasel who needs professional help do to me, anyway? I thought she was supposed to be the bloody calm one. The shy one. The quiet one. The one who had a crush on Potter and made it seem like she was invisible? I 'tolerated' that Weasel. Even if she was bloody pathetic.
And she still is. In that note that I mentioned earlier, it said something about a bet. So, Weasley thought she could be unpredictable? I'll prove her wrong.
She's going to lose that bet.
But I'll have to get the situation under control soon, as I'd hate to end up like Nott. That was a very- surprising notion. I would never expect her to do that. What am I saying? She hexed me with that damn Bat Boogey hex. She's terrifying when she wants to be. So, what is it about her that makes her so unpredictable? I can never tell what she's going to do next. And yet, why do I care at all? I've insulted her every time I've seen her in the hallway, but it wasn't until yesterday when I actually started thinking about what she could actually do to me.
And I don't like it. Weasel might morally embarrass me. She might cause me mental harm. And she just might cause me bodily harm. But there's one thing I'm sure about.
Weasel might be able to keep her head above water for awhile, but she's going to drown sooner or later.
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Draco Malfoy quickly crept down the hall, wincing as he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. The truth was… he had feared this moment from the instant he had written the note to the She-Weasel.
Turning around, he was surprised and relieved. "Professor-"
"Mr. Malfoy." His Potion's Master spoke.
"Professor Snape," Draco greeted in return. "Did you happen to see-"
"Miss Weasley? Yes. She has requested your presence." As the words came out of Professor Snape's mouth, Draco couldn't believe his new revelation. Was he actually scared of a girl that was practically a foot shorter than him? No, of course not. He was scared of what the little girl might do.
"When?" Draco said a little higher than he intended. He was determined to not look petrified by the little weasel.
"Qoute: 'When he finds the balls to stand up to me.' End quote." Draco could have sworn his professor had a twisted smirk on his face.
"Oh," Draco replied, not feeling like carrying on much of a conversation. This had to be a dream. No, a nightmare. This wasn't happening. "So, where- is she?"
There was a few seconds of silence before Snape opened his mouth.
Only, it wasn't Snape who answered.
"Right behind you."
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"Hello, Malfoy." Ginny enjoyed it when he spun around to look at her, his mouth gaping a bit. Could Draco Malfoy be scared? No. It was most likely the lighting.
"Weasley," he replied, gaining his 'bite' back. She wanted so badly to wipe the smirk off his face.
"How long did it take you to realize that there would be consequences for your actions?" She stood there, face calm and voice cool. Her hands were placed on her hips, insinuating that she just might be angry.
"Not as long as it took you to find me. Honestly, Weasley, it was just a joke. A gag. A laugh. A-"
"So you admit it! You bloody wanker! I'm going to- Going to- Argh! I hate you!" Her face was a deep red, making her look like a Blubbering Humdinger from one of Luna's bloody books.
"I assure you, Weasel, the feeling is reciprocated." Draco was smirking at her now. 'She can't hurt you if she's busy being ballistic.'
Both of them couldn't believe what had happened next. They were stunned. Speechless. Breathless. Astonished. Astounded. Staggered. Bewildered. Surprised- Enough is bloody enough already.
"I'd hate to break this marvelous lovers reunion, but I actually have better things to do. Good day to you."
Ginny waited until Snape's robes had swished around the corner before yelling again. "Oooh! You're so- so vile! And that way your face is right now… How you can smirk when nothing is effing funny, I can't imagine. You're despicable, Malfoy. You twitchy little ferret who has nothing better to do-"
"What are you doing with-"
"-my seeker?"
"-my chaser?"
Ginny and Draco had immediately stopped arguing, noticing that they were a foot a part and snarling at each other. They looked at both of their quidditch captains with guilty expressions.
The Slytherin quidditch captain was in the same year as Malfoy. He had sandy brown hair that was in a ponytail and a calm look about him. His name was Riley Jackson. He was anything but when it came to quidditch. His dull green eyes were darting in between the two, as if speculating as to what they were up to. He was well built with broad shoulders that made him intimidating.
The Gryffindor captain was quite different. Her name was Alyssa Tate. Ginny sometimes feared her determination and boldness. She had joined the team in Ginny's fifth year, completely obsessed with the sport. Since no one else had wanted to take the position, she had filled the slot herself. She had curly black hair that swept her shoulders and hazel colored eyes. Ally, as she loathed to be called, had to be the most possessive captain since Oliver Wood.
"Ginny, you know you were supposed to be at practice an hour ago! What is this? Having a rendezvous with Malfoy? Fraternizing with the enemy, eh? Well, I certainly won't have it. You are not to see this worthless excuse for a boy anymore!"
As her captain began to berate her, Malfoy seemed to be getting his fair share of the blame.
"A Weasley? Honestly! A girl Weasley! She's trying to get to you, you idiot. You're a Malfoy, for Christ's sake! We don't deal with Gryffindors, do we, Tate?"
The two captains stared at each other until Alyssa nodded. Ginny wasn't sure whether to worry about that or not. She chanced a glance at Malfoy, seeing him smirk. Rolling her eyes, Ginny tried to sleek away, hoping that the two captains would preoccupy themselves. She was close to the wall, when a hand shot out at her and grabbed her wrist. Amazingly, the Slytherin captain had a mean grip around her arm, prohibiting her from leaving.
"You're not going anywhere, Weasley. We have a game to play."
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Ginny was practically pulled into the stadium. She seemed to be berating herself, as if blaming herself would fix the situation at hand. "Are you stupid, Ginevra?" She began, waving her hands around. The Slytherin captain still had a strong grip on her and didn't want to let go. "You should have known this would happen! And by the way, do you mad people think I couldn't put up a good fight? If I wanted to get away, I most certainly could break free. Just for some stupid game of quidditch-"
All three seventh years turned to glare at her as they stopped. "What?" she asked, yelling back.
They continued to drag her to the pitch, more roughly than before. Malfoy and Tate were currently chatting, and Ginny knew that couldn't be good. At all. Not one bit.
They came to the middle of the pitch where the students that had been staying over the holiday break were. Ginny was let go only to be stuck to the ground. Her own captain had placed a sticking charm on the bottom of her feet.
Suddenly, everyone could hear a booming voice announce, "Hello! And welcome to the second annual Holiday Quidditch Bowl."
The minimal people inside, about a hundred or so, cheered. This excluded Tate, Malfoy, Jackson, and Weasley.
"And we have Potter, Tate, and both Weasleys playing for Gryffindor. Their team needs three new players! It can be from any house!" Dennis Creevey announced. He then held up a list. "And we have Malfoy, Jackson, Crabbe, and Goyle. Since we have an even number, the Slytherin team will also need three players! They can also be from any house! Please decide now."
Ginny was rudely pushed against the wall by the crowd and their excitement. She saw a galleon being tossed up into the air, and the two captains called it.
"Merlin. We pick first." A cheer came from the Gryffindor supporters.
"Goyle will play… Chaser." Harry got his pick and gave Ron a high five.
Goyle then got to pick. "The red haired boy. He plays beater."
Then Ron's turn. "Crabbe plays chaser." The Gryffindor had formed a strategy of who to put in which position. The plan was going smoothly so far, but they needed for their captain to pick around the next two turns.
Crabbe seemed to take forever to choose. "Uh- That loony girl plays keeper."
He had either obviously picked the first person he saw, or he had been told to pick her. No one could ever be sure with Crabbe.
Luna nodded and began to converse with Harry. She nodded back at him and said in a cool voice, "Jackson plays beater."
Jackson stepped forward and without any hesitation said, "The Weasley girl plays-"
Ginny couldn't bear what she was hearing. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to play, and she certainly didn't want to play. "Merlin, help me."
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Author's Notes (Important): Yes, because of you- grumble- I felt the need to update very quickly. And now, as a result, I need you to help me decide what position she should play. And who she should pick. I already have a general idea, but it's fuzzy. So, please review. Now I have a writer's block, and I need to have ideas before I do something drastic! The new book is coming out tonight (DUH!), and I won't get it until tomorrow night. So… I will update after I have read the book and will most likely update faster (like this time) if you review. I love ya'!
