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Summary: This chapter is filled with a Ginny that really needs to calm down and stop freaking out. She gets to play quidditch, Draco ;), and a few people's minds. Draco realizes something. Never mess with a Weasley. But he'll never learn, will he?
Author's Notes: Thank you to all my reviewers! School just started. This chapter is late. Yes, I know. And it is unBeta'd. I'll try to have the next chapter out faster. And if you're wondering, no, I didn't just finish the sixth book. But I'm shocked. And I didn't really like the book. Anyhow, as some of you were wondering, I will not change this story. As far as I know, the sixth book was never written. I might take 'small' tidbits here and there- and I mean SMALL- but they will not affect the plot at all. So... The chapter. Right. Forgive me. And there will be mistakes in it. I'll repent later.
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Chapter IV - -
"-Beater."
Ginny couldn't believe her freckled ears. Those twits were THAT bloody stupid? Had they any idea what she could do with a bat?
Everyone was looking at her now, wondering who she would pick. A thought crossed her mind of screwing her team over, proving a point. That wouldn't do much good… seeming as though they would never forgive her.
She looked over the people who were around the four Slytherin team members and deliberately took her time. That was bound to make them mad, seeing as though the temperature had severely dropped and the ground was covered in thick mounds of ice and snow.
Finally, she caught his eye. That was attached to his pale face which bore the largest smirk. Her eyes searched his face in disgust, and she nodded to herself. "Malfoy. Seeker."
Said Sadist stepped forward and smirked again.
It turned out that Padma Patil as chaser, Hannah Abbot as beater, and Pansy as keeper hadjoined the Slytherin team.
Gryffindor was joined by Tate playing seeker, Harry becoming a chaser, Neville another chaser, and Blaise as the last chaser.
And the mixed house teams kicked off, hearing an annoying Dennis Creevey buzzing in their ears.
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The score was atrocious in Gryffindor's perspective. Luna had blocked a fair amount of goals by Slytherin's Padma, who had played with Ravenclaw. Crabbe and Goyle were hogging the quaffle. Jackson was a fair beater and had nicked a few of Gryffindor's team, resulting in a sprained ankle on Ron's behalf. Hannah had never played beater before, but was more than eager to move out of the way.
But Gryffindor stillwasn't doing that well. Harry had made most of their goals when he had the chance to swipe the quaffle, making the score a solid ninety to one hundred and sixty. Neville did fairly well in passing, but Blaise was not to be found with his chasers. He was to be found trailing after Ginny. This had resulted with a few penalties on Gryffindor's behalf after Ginny had thwacked him in the stomach with her club.
It was down to Tate and Malfoy. Neither had yet to see the snitch, and both were doing their fair share in flying.
Ginny felt great. Great was an understatement. She felt fantastic. Bloody brilliant. She kept poking Ron in the back with her club, reminding him to protect himself. She also found much hilarity in the fact that he couldn't even hit a bludger. It was as if it was a contest between Ginny and Jackson; who could slam the bludger closest to the other. Then they'd dodge it and thrust it away from their own teammates.
And now it seemed hopeless. Slytherin with a score of two hundred and forty, to Gryffindor's one hundred and twenty. Tate would need to catch the snitch. Quickly.
And then time stilled. The small crowd of students began to cheer as the two seekers dashed after the snitch. Ginny watched, frozen. Her mouth was open, and she could have sworn that Malfoy wasn't even trying. He lazily flung his hand out, ready to catch the small golden ball with Tate right on his shadow.
Ginny heard a swishing noise by her ear. And she swung.
Soaring through the air was a bludger.
That was headed strait toward Malfoy.
Ginny watched as Malfoy caught the snitch and was thrown from his broom seconds later. By her bludger. The bludger she had hit.
He hit the ground with a sickening crunch. Luckily, it was only about a twenty five foot drop, and all his body weight had landed on his arm.
About half of the students were staring at Malfoy. The other half was staring at Ginny.
Dennis seemed to be lost for words. When he found his voice, he spluttered, "And Slytherin wins the game. Malfoy's going to the Hospital Wing, and my friend Ginny is screwed." Moments later he leapt from his chair to join the surrounding crowd.
"Who's taking him to the Hospital Wing?" asked Lavender Brown who was bent over him, patting down his hair.
"I will." Blaise spoke up and made a pointed look at Ginny. He mouthed, "You're coming with me."
Ginny nodded, rolling her eyes and walked over to Malfoy, parting her way through the small crowd.
"Red, summon a stretcher."
Ginny obeyed and watched as Blaise lifted him onto it. Suddenly, a pang of guilt ran through Ginny. She swallowed and whispered timidly, "Are you all right, Malfoy?"
He didn't answer her then. And he didn't answer the other four hundred times she had asked while they were traveling to the Hospital Wing.
When Madam Pomfrey had reached them, Ginny was shaking. She could see the rise an fall of his chest, knowing he was alive, but his arm looked grotesque.
"What happened?" Came a voice from behind Ginny and Zabini.
It was Snape. And he looked as mean as ever.
"I- Professor, I'm sorry- I-" Ginny began. She felt tears well up in her eyes. She hadn't meant to hurt him. Okay, she was lying to herself. She hadn't meant to hurt him that bad.
"Weasley's having some issues at the moment. Please excuse her." Draco sat up carefully, his arm already being mended in parts by the nurse's wand. He winced and gritted his teeth, glaring at Ginny.
"Are you all right, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape snapped, not caring for his sarcasm.
"I suppose. I just broke my arm in five places and it hurts more than a-"
"Thank you for sharing, Mr. Malfoy." Snape cut him off. He turned to a confused and angry Ginny. "And you, Miss Weasley, will be scrubbing the rather disgusting cauldron that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley have left their marks on. I'll see you at detention tomorrow and all this month. And also, fifty points from Gryffindor." Snape sneered at her and left, leaving her in awe.
Ginny sat down in a guest chair about five feet away from Malfoy's bed. Blaise sat down next to her, and part of the real Slytherin team was trying to get in.
As Madam Pomfrey began to pour something down Malfoy's throat, a few people burst in through the door, telling the rest of the mob to wait.
Unsurprisingly, Jackson, Tate, Harry, and Ron came rushing right next to them.
"Will he be okay to play this season?" asked all of them at once, making the situation almost funny.
"Most likely," Came Madam Pomfrey's snappy reply. "But I expect him to take it easy for the next few weeks. Bone regrowing can be nasty if done incorrectly. I'm sure you remember, Mr. Potter."
"Well let's hope that doesn't happen…" Ginny murmured sarcastically under breath, fingers twitching.
"Now, I'd like you all to leave, as Mr. Malfoy will have a very painful night ahead of him indeed." Madam Pomfrey was still pouring a vile looking liquid down his throat, ignoring Draco's protests.
Reluctantly, four students left, leaving only Ginny, Madam Pomfrey, and Draco.
"Miss Weasley, are you having problems comprehending-"
"I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey. May I speak with Mr. Malfoy for a few minutes. It's urgent." Ginny tried to look convincing. She gave a small pout and widened her eyes, hoping for the best results.
"You have ten minutes while I go into my office. That is all. And Mr. Malfoy, will your father be home at the moment?" she said sternly.
"Most likely. My mother will be there if he isn't."
After Madam Pomfrey left, Ginny squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. She had thought that Malfoy's father was still in Azkaban. Lucius Malfoy deserved to be. But at that moment, Malfoy looked innocent enough, so she scooted a little closer to the bed, examining his arm.
"Don't you have something to say, Weasley?" Malfoy smirked, looking smug.
"Yeah… I do."
He still had a smirk on his face. "Well, go on and say it. Those three little words would certainly prove a point."
"Okay…" She mocked a large breath. "Here it goes… Go to hell." She saw the annoyed look on his face and muttered, "Fine. I'm sorry, Ferret Boy."
"We'll have to work on your attitude. And now, the score is even, is it not?" He had a sadistic smirk grazing his features, giving him one more reason to look 'out there'.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Ginny asked agitatedly.
She knew of what he was talking about, hoping he might forget about it. She had just broken his arm. Wouldn't he do something worse?
"Firstly, I supposedly sent you a letter-"
"You did!" she interrupted him.
"-and then you broke my bloody arm. Which is worse?"
"Correction!" Ginny's face was flushed. "You got me drunk off my- bum, made me wear those horrible clothes, sent me that god awful letter that everyone at my bloody table read, and forced me to play a game of quidditch that I didn't want to play! I didn't even mean to hit your arm. It was impulse!"
"I didn't pour anything down your throat. You were the one who grabbed the starters and said, 'I'll just have one.' I didn't make you wear anything. You could have gone starkers. You were the one who wasn't bright enough to transfigure anything back into your robe. I never said I wrote the letter. You just assumed. Why would I want you to ride on my broom, anyway? And it was not on impulse. You saw me. And I saw you."
Ginny rolled her eyes and muttered something that sounded like. "Sawing prit."
"You know what, Malfoy? I'll find proof. Fine. As of now, you get a free shot. But when I find my information, I'll rip you limb from limb." Ginny got up to leave, but was startled with Malfoy's voice.
"Be here after dinner. Have Blaise give you my chess set. Then run off to the Kitchens. I want a box of Every Flavored beans without every flavor except grass and raspberry."
"You're bloody insane, Malfoy. There's no way I'm doing that."
"I love you too, Weasel. And I'm glad you hit on me first. I never like to make the first move."
Draco Malfoy had on the largest smirk to ever charm mankind.
Ginny shrieked and slammed the door to the Hospital Wing, making Madam Pomfrey ask why she was so ill tempered.
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"Ugh! I hate him!" Ginny yelled, banging her head on the table.
"Hate who?" Harry asked, sitting down beside her and taking a piece of toast and a plate of kippers.
"Malfoy." Hermione answered for Ginny. "She's been talking about him ever since we came to breakfast about ten minutes ago."
"Have not!" Ginny stuck out her tongue and pouted. "He's just so- argh!"
"Harry, I'm beginning to think she has a morbid fascination with Malfoy. It's unhealthy. And plus, I think she might be going through a rebellious stage. One of those bad boy types…" Hermione looked peeved at Ginny's fuming, but tried to hide a small snicker.
(AN: What? Hermione snickering? What in the bloody blazes of hell is going on?)
Ginny was too busy whining like a four year old to even listen to Hermione and Harry chat. So, their conversation went unnoticed. And with all the big words, Ronald could hardly comprehend anyway.
"You mean that-? Wait, what? You think she likes Draco Malfoy? Are you insane, Hermione? She's complaining about him. Not professing her undying love." Harry looked skeptical, his brows rose. They had lowered their voices to right above a whisper.
"Harry, so you remember the certain problem that Ron and I had?" Hermione wore a pointed look and began to tap her fingers. "It's the same thing."
"No, it's not. People don't go from loathing to loving. It just doesn't happen." Harry answered.
"What about your parents? You told me yourself about how they were bickering in the memory…" Hermione trailed off, knowing she had a point.
Harry frowned.
And then there was silence.
Except for the noise that Ginny and Ron were making.
In fact, a few people were staring.
"No, no, NO! The Chudley Cannons are THE best! You don't know what you're talking-"
"Yes I do! Ronald, you know better that I do that-"
"That the Blistering Banshees are the worst team ever!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"ARE NOT! You're just upset that the Cannons had backfired in their match against the second worst team in the league!" Ginny chuckled at her own bad pun.
Ron's ears turned red.
And they turned even redder when Professor McGonagall scolded them.
"Weasley and Weasley! Detention tonight with Snape! Keep your voices down!"
"Oh crap." Ginny muttered, thinking about how she was supposed to meet Malfoy.
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