Chapter 2
Ginny sat up and found herself in the hospital wing with a strange face starring at her, "Well Sleeping Beauty is finally up!" "Who are you?" Gin asked, "Where is Madam Pomphery?" "Well she-of-many-questions, for your information this Madam Pomphery of yours is tending to others, away from school, and I'm her fill in," Said the strange women not telling Ginny her name. "I'll…just be going...then…" mumbled Ginny. "Not with that ankle you won't," the healer informed her. "Why what's wrong with my ankle?" asked Gin a bit worried. "You twisted it," said the healer, "Is your memory gone too?" "Well, didn't you... Heal it or mend or something?" asked Gin slightly irritated. "No, as a fill-in I'm not allowed to lay a healing hand on any students wounds, I am allowed to wrap it up though," said the healer. "Yes I noticed, so how long am I stuck here," asked Gin eyeing the hot pink ribbon that was tightly wrapped around her ankle. "Stuck here? Goodness me, no! Here!" The healer handed her some crutches, "Good Luck, by the way you have 2 minutes to get to class. Don't be late now!" Gin groaned grabbing the crutches, she started to hobble off into the hall when she realized: her pajamas were still on! Opps….
Ginny slid into her seat 10 minutes late; luckily McGonagall didn't take off any points, because of her obvious injury. Ginny carefully leaned the crutches against her chair, then turned to face the teacher seconds later the crutches tumbled to the ground, she turned around glaring fiercely at the crutches, then at the person behind her, Malfoy. Brilliant, just bloody brilliant. She carefully stood the crutches back up, only to have Malfoy knock them down again two seconds later, "Smack him with the crutches, they are REALLY heavy." Gin thought. "No, just ignore him, and pay attention to McGonagall!", Ginny thought. "Vengeance will be ours later.", agreed Gin.
At the end of class Gin bent over to get her crutches only to find that one of them was missing, "Malfoy give me back my crutch!" "I don't have it," sneered Malfoy. "Then who does?" asked Gin angrily. "I don't know, it's not like I have nothing to do but watch your crutch," Malfoy raved, "Why don't you ask Potter?" Ginny's face turned red, it was so hard to talk to Harry, and he was just… He made her feel…nice…and special. Malfoy glanced her over as if reading her thoughts, "I thought so." "You can think? Amazing, with a head as big as yours I do suppose it has to have something in it rather than air," Gin retorted. Harry walked by, "Erm, Harry…" He paused in his tracks, "Yes?" "Do you know where my crutch is?" she asked. "Crutch? You got crutches, when did that happen?" Ginny loved him but he was totally oblivious.
Gin hobbled angrily around the school, her missing crutch hadn't been found, and so she had to walk with only one crutch, which proved to be pretty painful. With no help from her so-called friends (where were they anyway?) she hobbled to her next class, with professor Trelawney. "Crap, bloody crap!" muttered Gin looking at the long circular stairs. "Yeah, that might take a while…" muttered Ginny. Just then Harry came up (why was he always there when she needed him?) "Do you need some help?" Ginny just nodded. Without any warning he picked her up and started carrying her up the stairs, crutch and all. She held tightly onto his neck, he felt so steady and strong, maybe someday… he might be… He put her down, "Did you find you other crutch yet?" Ginny just shook her head. Out of nowhere he handed her the other crutch, "Expect an apology from Malfoy," with that he winked and walked off. AGH! WHY WAS HE SO BLOODY CHARMING?