Chapter 14

The following day, my anger had still not subsided. Not for Draco and not for Harry, Ron and Hermione. I was in a foul mood. You could practically see thunder on my face as I walked into Professor Snape's office. Malfoy was already there. We both sat down and said nothing. Malfoy was no longer trying to apologize. He's probably thinking that he's groveled enough. I didn't agree.

We looked up as Snape entered.

"Miss Weasley, Mister Malfoy" He acknowledged.

"Sir" We both replied.

Snape sat down behind his desk and looked at us.

"I trust that everything has gone well and that you both have completed your lesson schedule for the Fourth Years?"

Before I could even open my mouth, Malfoy spoke up.

"Not entirely, Professor Snape. Miss Weasley ran out of the room before we had the chance to finish it"

Somebody slap me in the face!

He did NOT just say that! Now it looked like I was the reason we didn't finished the assignment.

Snape didn't comment, but looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, I am so sorry that I left after Mister Malfoy called me a...what was it exactly?...Ah yes...'a poor, stupid, low-life Weasley with no family!'"

"Did you make that comment, Mister Malfoy?" Snape asked.

Malfoy just looked at Snape blankly.

"I see..." Snape said after a while.

"Oh! And I did finish the lesson schedule...I worked on it...alone" I grabbed the lesson plan and gave it to Snape.

He looked it over.

"Not bad, Miss Weasley" he said.

I threw a satisfied look at Malfoy.

"But you've completely missed the key to this assignment"

I'm sorry...WHAT?

From the corner of my eye, I could see Malfoy smirking at me.

"Yes...you see, this assignment was for you two.." he indicated with his hand that he meant Draco and I. "...to get acquainted with working together and to create a good working environment between the two of you"

Grrr...Stupid, greasy-haired idiot

He continued. "Therefore, you will try again, right before dinner and after dinner, you will discuss the progress you've made"

He stood up and left. I threw a glare at Malfoy and left too.

I set course to the library. The thought of Tom had not left my mind since yesterday. I made the mistake to hope that he won't come after me and the people I care for before, but I'm not going to make the same mistake twice. I'll go to the library and get some protection charms for Lizz.

As I walked past a window, I happened to glance through it. I saw Lizz, sitting on the grass with Drew and Matthew. Lizz was reading in a book and the boys were fooling around with a practice snitch. A ghost of a smile went past my face as I remembered Ron and Harry playing around like that. The thought of Harry made me angry again. I had still not forgiven him for listening in on the conversation. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew that I was only mad, because I realized how close he was to hearing the truth. If Dumbledore said the word 'Voldemort' or about the Weasley's not remembering me...they'd be suspicious. Hermione, presented with a mystery, would go research on how to obtain information from me. Ron would be confused and get this dazed expression. And Harry...he'd go brooding. They'd be on my back forever to find out everything.

But Harry, Ron and Hermione were still wrong to eavesdrop.

I reached the library and entered. I nodded my head to Madam Pince (Only Merlin knows when that old hag will retire...someday soon is what many people hope) I walked straight to the protection section. Letting my hand glide across the books, I pulled a few out and went to sit at a table.

As the hour got by, I got more and more frustrated. All this information was about simple protection charms. Nothing enough to keep someone safe from the most evil wizard know to wizardkind!

I closed the book with a small cry from frustration. (earning a glare from Madam Pince...you'd think I was a student or something!...I am...a little bit above it...Hurray for me)

Think! I thought to myself.

So...I needed the somewhat...darker books. They don't have them here...not even in the restricted section.

But...maybe Grimmauld Place would still have that library...

I groaned. I didn't wanted to go there...at least not today.

I'll have to...for Lizz.

Dumbledore was in his office. He said 'hello' and offered me a lemon drop.

I went straight to Grimmauld place, walked through the corridors and stopped right in front of the door. As quietly as possible, I opened the door. I sneaked a look and saw that (to my luck) nobody was in the hall at that moment. I stepped in, cautiously avoiding the creaking steps of the wooden floor.

My breath hitched as I heard voices coming from the top of the stairs. I looked around for a hiding place. I noticed that the stairs had a small space underneath. Quickly, I hid underneath the stairs, enveloping myself in it's shadow for protection.

"Why all the sulking Harry? She'll come around" It was Hermione.

"You don't understand...she looked really angry" Harry said. It was then that they came in my line of vision. They were standing in front of the kitchen door, they were facing each other, but I saw them.

"Well...wouldn't you be angry? I know that what we did wasn't very...proper, but it's our only way of getting some information around here and you know it..."

"I know...I know..." Harry opened the door.

"Why are you even that much upset? You don't know her that well..." They now had entered the kitchen. Harry was just closing the door, and I heard him answer.

"Well...there is just something about her...something strange. I think that I might li-" the rest, I didn't hear because the door had closed.

I would have just given almost everything to hear the rest of Harry's sentence, but I had to go on. I followed the familiar way to the library of the Black family. I reached the great doors that would give me entrance to it, but I was still unsure if the books were even there or if this is even the way to go about protecting Lizz. Should I talk to Dumbledore about protecting Lizz?Shaking my head, to ban out all of my doubts, I opened the doors. I sighed in relief as I saw the many rows of books. It was still a magnificent sight to look at. The room was so grand, that I would always feel so tiny in it.

I walked further to the books and began searching. After about ten minutes, I had found a few books. I walked to the grand desk and began reading.

I was so emerged in a book, that I nearly jumped out of my skin when a voice was heard.

"What are you doing here?" It was Harry.

I glared at him. "None of your business Potter! Don't you have some more eavesdropping to do?"

He walked to my desk and before I could stop him, he grabbed the book I was reading.

"Protection spells and Charms, by the Black family" he read out loud. "This is Dark stuff, Ginny...why are you reading this...are you in need of protection?"

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