Draco sighed in relief as he made it to his room and shut the door
behind him, leaning against it and shutting his eyes.
After Weasley had fainted, he had managed to slip away, but once he had just finished his classes and was heading to the library to do homework when Weaselette's friend-the blond, chirpy one-had practically attacked him. He managed to fend her off and without anyone looking, he took numerous shortcuts to his room, yet she had cut him off a lot too.
It wasn't that he was scared of her, it was just that he didn't want to lose his temper and end up cursing her. He already had enough detentions to deal with.
Draco threw his bag to the other side of the room, and flopped facedown on the luxurious green bed. He was so tired, and the last thing he wanted to do was homework. With a small smirk, he took inventory, and the smirk widened when he realized the earliest any of his assignments were due was Friday. He had time to kill, so Draco decided to go and see Dumbledore about his computer.
He placed a charm on the computer so it shrank enough to fit in his pocket (it could prove fatal to be seen with a Muggle device) and headed out the door to the gargoyle he knew guarded the Headmaster's office.
Draco was just about to say the password when the gargoyle sprang apart to let someone out. It was that Creevey kid, the fan of Scarface, and camera boy. He gave him a light glare (he was a bit preoccupied) but that stopped when he saw the boy slipping a gunmetal gray rectangle into a bag. He wondered about what it was for a second, but then he was in Dumbledore's office and it slipped his mind.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy! What can I help you with?" He asked the blonde youth with a small smile. Draco got the distinct feeling he knew exactly what Draco wanted help with.
He took the laptop out of his pocket and it grew back to its original size, before Draco put it on the desk in front of the old man.
"I want to use my laptop here, so I need you to lift the wards for it," Draco said with an inward cringe at the words 'need you.' Malfoys didn't need anyone!
Dumbledore put on his half-moon spectacles as he examined the laptop. "Fascinating," he muttered, before putting it down, and taking out his wand. "Of course, Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure you have very important things to do," he said with an extra eye twinkle. He muttered some words, and there was a swirl of light over the laptop. Draco watched with amazement, before getting his computer back and thanking the old man. He was halfway to his room when he realized exactly what Dumbledore had said about 'having important things to do.'
Exactly how much did Dumbledore know anyways?
***
Ginny finally woke up, a couple hours later, in the Hospital wing. When she first opened her eyes, she immediately shut them again, feeling rather resigned to the blinding sterile white of her surroundings.
When she got accustomed to it, she sat up and looked around her. No one was there, though she saw Colin's robe draped over the back of the stiff chair near her bed. She wondered for a second where he was, but then she looked up at the sound of footsteps and found him walking towards her, a cup of tea in his hand.
"Hey," she said with a smile.
He smiled back and ruffled her hair before taking his place in the chair. "How are you feeling?"
She shrugged. "Okay I guess. Where's Aimee?" She hated sitting in this bed like an invalid, but most of all she hated being doted on, especially by Colin of all people.
He took a sip, wincing slightly at the temperature. "She stayed behind in all our classes you missed to get you the homework, and explain that you had fainted. I think she also said something about kicking the crap out of Malfoy, but I can't tell if she was joking or not," he told her, causing the redhead to grin.
"That's sweet of her. So when do I get out of here?" She asked him impatiently. He shook his head at this, knowing how much she hated being idle.
"Madame Pomfrey said you were strangely exhausted, so you're here overnight at least."
"Oh man," Ginny said with a groan, sinking back onto the pillows. Then, she thought of something else and sat bolt upright. "Wait a tic, what about my detentions?" She cried, knowing Snape would be less than thrilled if she missed even one because of illness.
Colin sighed at her insistence to be let out. "Already taken care of. Apparently another student got a week of detentions too for mouthing off to McGonagall (here Ginny winced, she couldn't imagine anyone that dumb!) and so you two are going to do them together next week, cleaning with Filch," Ginny winced again, and Colin nodded. "Yeah, I feel for you."
Ginny sighed dejectedly, and sank back again. "I suppose I can handle that. At least I won't be alone in my detentions. The thing I'm worried about is staying here. What am I supposed to do till I can leave? This'll be boring as hell!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms and pouting.
Colin smiled mysteriously. "I think I've cleared up that boredom problem," he said with his eyes twinkling like Dumbledore. He reached under his chair and pulled out her computer. She squealed in excitement before remembering the problem with it. He noticed her visibly deflate and practically smirked. She was reminded of Malfoy and balled her fists in anger. Colin didn't appear to notice. "Don't worry, it works. After you got here, and were still out cold, I went to Dumbledore and asked if he could lift the ward for your computer. He agreed, so," without finishing he just leaned over and pressed the on button. Ginny could have screamed with joy upon seeing the familiar blue screen appear.
She gave Colin a huge bear hug, and with a child-like smile on her face she eagerly signed onto AOL, almost squealing when she saw that ResidentEvil was already logged in.
***
Oh my god, I finished this chapter in like one day!!! And this is twelve pages!!! Woohoo!!!
Okay, someone told me that AOL is America Online, and thanks for pointing that out, but since I live in America and have no clue what is the equivalent in England, I'll just keep having them use it.
Thanks to my reviewers: (OMG, sooo many reviews thanks a ton everyone!!) I give it all to Mr. Black, KuTiExAzNxAnGeL, Hplova4eva, Freak Like Me, hpdancer92, pOtTeRcHiCa02, Lady Rex, Deatheater4life, little-rowie, cynthetic, Shuen, Shadet324, Heaven's Devil is Me, AriettyBlack, kneh13, and Eve Granger. Sorry if I forgot anyone!
After Weasley had fainted, he had managed to slip away, but once he had just finished his classes and was heading to the library to do homework when Weaselette's friend-the blond, chirpy one-had practically attacked him. He managed to fend her off and without anyone looking, he took numerous shortcuts to his room, yet she had cut him off a lot too.
It wasn't that he was scared of her, it was just that he didn't want to lose his temper and end up cursing her. He already had enough detentions to deal with.
Draco threw his bag to the other side of the room, and flopped facedown on the luxurious green bed. He was so tired, and the last thing he wanted to do was homework. With a small smirk, he took inventory, and the smirk widened when he realized the earliest any of his assignments were due was Friday. He had time to kill, so Draco decided to go and see Dumbledore about his computer.
He placed a charm on the computer so it shrank enough to fit in his pocket (it could prove fatal to be seen with a Muggle device) and headed out the door to the gargoyle he knew guarded the Headmaster's office.
Draco was just about to say the password when the gargoyle sprang apart to let someone out. It was that Creevey kid, the fan of Scarface, and camera boy. He gave him a light glare (he was a bit preoccupied) but that stopped when he saw the boy slipping a gunmetal gray rectangle into a bag. He wondered about what it was for a second, but then he was in Dumbledore's office and it slipped his mind.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy! What can I help you with?" He asked the blonde youth with a small smile. Draco got the distinct feeling he knew exactly what Draco wanted help with.
He took the laptop out of his pocket and it grew back to its original size, before Draco put it on the desk in front of the old man.
"I want to use my laptop here, so I need you to lift the wards for it," Draco said with an inward cringe at the words 'need you.' Malfoys didn't need anyone!
Dumbledore put on his half-moon spectacles as he examined the laptop. "Fascinating," he muttered, before putting it down, and taking out his wand. "Of course, Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure you have very important things to do," he said with an extra eye twinkle. He muttered some words, and there was a swirl of light over the laptop. Draco watched with amazement, before getting his computer back and thanking the old man. He was halfway to his room when he realized exactly what Dumbledore had said about 'having important things to do.'
Exactly how much did Dumbledore know anyways?
***
Ginny finally woke up, a couple hours later, in the Hospital wing. When she first opened her eyes, she immediately shut them again, feeling rather resigned to the blinding sterile white of her surroundings.
When she got accustomed to it, she sat up and looked around her. No one was there, though she saw Colin's robe draped over the back of the stiff chair near her bed. She wondered for a second where he was, but then she looked up at the sound of footsteps and found him walking towards her, a cup of tea in his hand.
"Hey," she said with a smile.
He smiled back and ruffled her hair before taking his place in the chair. "How are you feeling?"
She shrugged. "Okay I guess. Where's Aimee?" She hated sitting in this bed like an invalid, but most of all she hated being doted on, especially by Colin of all people.
He took a sip, wincing slightly at the temperature. "She stayed behind in all our classes you missed to get you the homework, and explain that you had fainted. I think she also said something about kicking the crap out of Malfoy, but I can't tell if she was joking or not," he told her, causing the redhead to grin.
"That's sweet of her. So when do I get out of here?" She asked him impatiently. He shook his head at this, knowing how much she hated being idle.
"Madame Pomfrey said you were strangely exhausted, so you're here overnight at least."
"Oh man," Ginny said with a groan, sinking back onto the pillows. Then, she thought of something else and sat bolt upright. "Wait a tic, what about my detentions?" She cried, knowing Snape would be less than thrilled if she missed even one because of illness.
Colin sighed at her insistence to be let out. "Already taken care of. Apparently another student got a week of detentions too for mouthing off to McGonagall (here Ginny winced, she couldn't imagine anyone that dumb!) and so you two are going to do them together next week, cleaning with Filch," Ginny winced again, and Colin nodded. "Yeah, I feel for you."
Ginny sighed dejectedly, and sank back again. "I suppose I can handle that. At least I won't be alone in my detentions. The thing I'm worried about is staying here. What am I supposed to do till I can leave? This'll be boring as hell!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms and pouting.
Colin smiled mysteriously. "I think I've cleared up that boredom problem," he said with his eyes twinkling like Dumbledore. He reached under his chair and pulled out her computer. She squealed in excitement before remembering the problem with it. He noticed her visibly deflate and practically smirked. She was reminded of Malfoy and balled her fists in anger. Colin didn't appear to notice. "Don't worry, it works. After you got here, and were still out cold, I went to Dumbledore and asked if he could lift the ward for your computer. He agreed, so," without finishing he just leaned over and pressed the on button. Ginny could have screamed with joy upon seeing the familiar blue screen appear.
She gave Colin a huge bear hug, and with a child-like smile on her face she eagerly signed onto AOL, almost squealing when she saw that ResidentEvil was already logged in.
***
Oh my god, I finished this chapter in like one day!!! And this is twelve pages!!! Woohoo!!!
Okay, someone told me that AOL is America Online, and thanks for pointing that out, but since I live in America and have no clue what is the equivalent in England, I'll just keep having them use it.
Thanks to my reviewers: (OMG, sooo many reviews thanks a ton everyone!!) I give it all to Mr. Black, KuTiExAzNxAnGeL, Hplova4eva, Freak Like Me, hpdancer92, pOtTeRcHiCa02, Lady Rex, Deatheater4life, little-rowie, cynthetic, Shuen, Shadet324, Heaven's Devil is Me, AriettyBlack, kneh13, and Eve Granger. Sorry if I forgot anyone!
