disclaimer:AS IF I OWN THE CHARACHTERS.not mine. mrs.rowling's. got it?
'Kay, kinda confusing at first, just bear with me. O.o
Random info to help you inderstand where it starts:
Ginny is in sixth year, making the Harry crew in seventh...but the whole HBP thing doesn't exist because I have decided to make it so.
Read or explode not knowing what it's about:
Ginny half-sleepwalked to her advanced Transfiguration class. She was glad to be transferred to the 7th year-level class, but it was first lesson in the morning, which was previously her free hour, so she had been feeling a tad out of time and place since the begining of the week. Also, the 7th year Gryffindors had Transfiguration with the Slytherins. This was quite unfortunate for Ginny, who was obvously late in enrolling in the class, because all of the seats at the front were already assigned, leaving Ginny to sit in the back, right across from the noisiser Slytherins. She finally made it down to the first floor, and entered the corridor. First door, second door, statue of who knows who, third door. Third door on the left. She remembered this time.
She entered the classroom and was relieved to see that class had not started yet. She took her seat (at the back) and avoided Professer McGonagall's 'You were almost late!' look.
The Professor stood, walked to the front of the class, and opened her mouth to call attention.
She was interrupted, however, by a cold, loud laugh echoing into the room from the hallway.
A second later, McGonagall was staring icy daggers in the direction of the doorway. There was obviously someone standing there, but Ginny could not see who, because everyone in the class was at least one to two feet taller than her.
"Oh!" said the person in the doorway, sounding alarmed, "Excuse my rudeness! I didn't realise that class had started!"
Ginny could practically hear the sneer in his voice, the voice that could only belong to one person:
"Draco Malfoy! Crabbe! Goyle! If you don't mind! Take. A. Seat!" McGonagall scolded.
They obeyed, but not without a snicker or two.
Ginny stared at them in disgust as they sat down.
"Miss me, Weasel?" he inquired.
"As much as my period," she responded truthfully.
Malfoy grimaced at the fantastically, femininely, crude remark.
"Disgusting," He whispered now, as class had started around them.
"I've always thought you were," she responded truthfully.
"I should strangle you," he pointed out.
"Whatever floats your boat, Malfoy," she pointed out.
"Maybe young Malfoy would be able to float his boat if he knew how to transfigure his teacup into one. When you flatteringly noisy children are ready to test your boats, I have provided a tub of water at the front of the classroom," Professor McGonagall said before prowling on to the next row.
Ginny smiled, not completely unkindly, and gently picked up her perfectly transfigured mini-boat to go test it out.
Malfoy stared after her, not even knowing what the spell was that everyone in the class had just used. He then leaned over to ask Goyle, but when he saw that Goyle's boat was unsurprisingly off-center in every imaginable way, he thought better of it.
After succesfully floating her boat, Ginny returned to her seat. She thought that there couldn't be much class left, so she laid her head upon her textbook, closed her eyes, and let her conciousness slide.
Ginny awoke to the sound of her classmates preparing for departure. She laid with her face on her textbook for a moment. She had developed a disjuncturing headache by sleeping in such a position.
After a while, the raucous dissolved and Ginny looked up. At first, she thought everyone had gone, until she turned to her left and saw a blonde-haired, silver-eyed boy feverishly throwing articles into his bag.
"You. Tell me your name," Ginny commanded.
"Ah, good morning, Weasel," he said.
Ginny stood and slowly walked toward him. He stood his ground, didn't take a step back. She leaned her face close to his and held his face still with her thumb and first finger.
"Now is that any way to speak to your master?" Ginny inquired, smiling sweetly. She dug her fingernails into his face.
He slapped away her arm. "Don't touch me, you--"
But Ginny slapped him back. Right across the face. "How dare you touch me without permission, slave?"
Malfoy glared at her, but then scurried away and out of the classroom. Ginny sat down, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
Ginny breathed out. Class must have been over because the classroom was entirely deserted. Her stomach jumped as she thought that she might be sitting there being late for her next class. She leapt out of her seat, snatched her things, and zoomed out of the classroom.
She raced back down the corridor and out onto the main staircase. She waited for the stairs to come back, then climbed up two flights to the third floor. Her next lesson was charms, with those of her own year, unfortunately. She wormed her way into the third floor corridor between the 4th year Hufflepuffs that were spilling back onto the staircase and headed left into a dead-ended hallway full of 6th year Ravenclaws and Gryfindors.
She spotted Luna animatedly talking to the Creevy about something that most likely did not exist or did not actually happen. When she walked up to them they didn't even notice; Creevy-boy being too mystefied and Luna too happy to have someone being mystefied over what she was saying.
After Charms was lunch.
Ginny sat in her usual seat:on the right of Hermione and across from Harry, Ron, and Lavender.
As soon as Ginny sat down, Hermione leaned over to her and whispered: "Look at the Slytherin table,"
She then leaned away and continued talking as per ususal. Ginny looked up and across to the Slytherin table.
At first, she didn't see anything terribly wrong with it. Then she realized that everyone was minding thier own buisness and were not in a big mob around Malfoy.
Malfoy.
Where was Malfoy?
"Where's Malfoy?" Ginny inconspicuously whispered to Hermione.
"After the mark you gave him? Probably in the hospital wing crying."
Ginny stared blankly. The people that supplied power for her brain were running aroung in circles yelling, 'NO INFORMATION! NO INFORMATION!' She thought she must have misunderstood Hermione.
"In the hospital wing why, did you say?" she asked.
Hermione's joking smile was faltering the way one's does when one says something one thinks is terribly hilarious and no one gets it.
"I said after the mark you gave him," She restated. She smiled again, as if waiting for Ginny to catch on to the restated punch-line.
Ginny kept blankly staring. Must be an inside joke that i haven't heard yet, she thought. Might as well play along, so as not to seem out of the loop.
"Oh," she said emotionlessly.
Not convincing enough. Hermione seemed to Ginny confused as to why she hadn't caught on yet.
"Oh! Oh, right!" she said, feigning rememberance.
Hermione wondered...then shrugged and went back to her food.
Bwah. confusing,yes? here's a hint: Ginny has severe memory problems when she gets headaches.
another thing: If i've done some terribly wrong grammatical thing all the way through my story, please let me know, like one very kind person already did (thank you, i love you)!