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Just an Ordinary Day or Not?
"Who are you?" she asked in a whisper, "And where have you been?" Ginny lifted her head to lock eyes with him. Even though she couldn't see his face, his eyes were enough to captivate her own.
Whispering in her ear he said, "I've been here the whole time, Ginevra, you just never noticed." He turned her around once more before bowing out and kissing her hand. Walking away, he disappeared into nothing more than a memory.
Ginny shot up in bed with sweat pouring down her face. She examined her hair down to her toes. If everything seemed to be fine, then what was the dream trying to tell her? Laying back down, she tried to remember every aspect of the dream until Jenna yelled frantically, "Ginny, get your ass out of bed this minute."
Not bothering to pull apart the curtains, Ginny grumbled, "Hold on one moment."
"No, Ginny, not a moment, now! We've already missed breakfast and each of our classes starts in 10 minutes." Jenna yelled while trying to put on her uniform.
Ginny quickly scuffled out of bed as she heard this and drew the curtains apart. "Why the hell didn't you wake me up?" Ginny asked panicking, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
"Because, Ginny, if you haven't noticed yet, I just woke up, too" said a grumpy Jenna.
Ginny ran into the bathroom to quickly get cleaned up. "Hurry up" called Jenna, gathering her books, "Class starts in 5 minutes."
"You go on ahead, I'll catch up. You know where the Charms room is, right?" Ginny yelled from the bathroom.
Jenna scrambled around the room, gathering a few other things. "Yeah, I know where it is, but are you sure you'll be okay getting to Potions?"
"Yeah, I'll be okay, but you go. You don't want to make a bad impression on the teachers here." With a bang, the dorm door closed. Ginny quickly put on her uniform, grabbed her books and raced down the stairs and out of Gryffindor tower. She quickly glanced at her watch. 'Great, 1 minute to go.' Picking up the pace, Ginny ran down the halls and skidded around the corner not seeing another person sprinting her way, obviously late for class, too.
Smacking into them she lost her balance and fell on top of the person. Her head buried in the crook of their neck. It was obviously a guy, Ginny deducted. She could feel his hard chest against hers and his tight grip around her body; his hands on the small of her back making her whole body tingle. But, when Ginny looked into the eyes of the person holding her so dearly, she couldn't believe her eyes. "Malfoy?"
"God, Weasley, watch where the hell you're walking or, I should say, sprinting, in this matter." Draco widened his eyes at how close in proximity they were. Her head was mere inches from his. So close that he could feel her breath floating onto his face.
"You could say the same thing for yourself, Malfoy." Ginny breathed, looking into his eyes realizing that his arms were still snaked around her waist. Looking away, she carefully picked herself off of him. Smoothing her robes looking for imaginary lint, Ginny realized just how safe and warm she felt in his arms, though she would never admit it. She picked up her books, which were lying sporadically on the ground. "Yeah, well, I'd love to stay," she said sarcastically, "But I have to go." On that note, she turned and sprinted the rest of the way down the corridor to the dungeons.
Malfoy picked himself off the floor and picked up his books while watching Ginny disappear behind a corner. He put his books in his bag sensing how, all of a sudden, the corridor felt so much colder than before.
Before Ginny knew it, she found herself in front of the Potions classroom. The door closed in front of her. Ginny turned the doorknob, preparing herself for the worst possible scenario.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, how nice of you to join us," Snape looked right at her, a smirk present on his face. The whole class watched in apprehension at what Snape would do.
Ginny closed the door behind her. "Sorry, Professor, it won't happen again," she said in the sincerest voice she could muster, knowing she would never be sincere for Snape in her life.
"Yes, and to make sure it won't, twenty points from Gryffindor and a detention with me tonight after dinner." Ginny gaped at Snape like a fish out of water. "Now, please be kind enough to sit in your seat, Miss Weasley, so I can continue the lesson." Ginny nodded her head and took her seat. "Now, as I was saying before Miss Weasley decided to grace us with her presence. You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. Since this was a seventh year potions class, Ginny had no idea what to expect except that it was probably very difficult. But, Ginny was snapped out of her thoughts as the Potions door opened again.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, how nice to see you again." Snape said indifferently. Ginny turned around and felt her anger growing as she found out she would be in the same class as that insufferable git.
"Nice to see you too, Professor," Draco smiled. Ginny huffed and crossed her hands over her chest, turning to face the front, not wanting to be in this class anymore.
Professor Snape nodded. "Now, Mr. Malfoy, please take your seat." Draco nodded and looked around. His face fell as his eyes swept the room. The only vacant chair in the room was next to Weasley of all people. Resuming his 'dragon' persona, he quickly strode over and sat down in his chair.
Ginny felt Draco sit next to her but kept her eyes glued to the front of the classroom. Draco glanced in Ginny's direction and then turned to face Professor Snape. 'God, this is going to be a long year.'
"Now," Professor Snape continued, "this year, we will be doing things different. We will be making far more complicated potions, but you will have a partner." The class groaned as they heard this. "You and your said partner," he continued as if nothing happened, "will have to work together, not only in this class but outside class, as well. You could call it a year-long project," he smirked, noticing all the outraged faces present. "Now, for your partners," he paused, making a dramatic notion. "Granger, Parkinson. "Zabini, male Weasley." The list went on and on, earning a few groans from across the room until the final two names were called, "Malfoy and Weasley," he finished.
Ginny groaned and put her head in her hands. "Great, just great," she mumbled. She felt her emotions rising into an uproar. She tried to suppress them the best she could. This year was not going to be pleasant.
"Okay, now for your first assignment," Professor Snape said, not beating around the bush. "You will have to brew a Polyjuice Potion. You will work on some of it in class and the rest will be done with your partner." The bell chose to ring at that exact moment. The students gathered their things and hurried out of the classroom to their next class.
Ginny headed out the door but a silky voice said, "Remember your detention, Miss Weasley." Not bothering to turn around, she nodded and continued on her way out of the classroom. Turning to her left, she made her way down to Transfiguration but, standing 2 feet away from her was Draco Malfoy, leaning casually against the wall
She walked closer to him with each step she took. "Weasley," he acknowledged.
"Yeah, what do you want," she snapped back. Ginny looked closer and thought she saw hurt flash through his eyes. But, if she did, it disappeared as soon as it had appeared.
"I think we should meet tomorrow about the project." He said in a monotone. He waited for an answer, but it never came. Bringing his eyes up, he found her staring at him as if in a trance. He waved his hand in front of her face. "Hello, anybody in there?"
Momentarily pausing, she answered confusedly, cocking her head to the side, "What?"
"The project."
"Oh yeah," she paused, "tomorrow in the library. What time?"
"After dinner," he answered. Looking down at his watch, he found that he would be late for another class if he didn't hurry. He then turned and stalked off in the opposite direction leaving a dumbstruck Weasley behind.
"Well, that's a great way to end a conversation," she yelled sarcastically, throwing her hands up in the air. He waved his right hand in the air signaling he heard her. "Men," she mumbled.
Before she knew it, it was time to head off to Transfiguration. Next to Snape's class, this was the worst out of all the others. And to have the classes one after another was a nightmare for Ginny.
Entering the classroom, she found Jenna waving at her trying to get her attention. Nodding, Ginny walked over and sat down next to Jenna. She was about to say something when Professor McGonagall stalked into the room.
Strict and clever Professor McGonagall always gave them a strict talking to the moment they sat down in her class. As always, she gave them the "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts" speech, followed by her transfiguring something and back again, which always ended in applause from the class.
At this point, everyone was eager to learn what they would be doing that year, but that soon diminished as everyone looked at the long, complicated notes on the chalkboard.
No sooner then they finished copying down the notes, the bell rang. Ginny packed up her books and headed to lunch in the Great hall. She sat down next to Jenna and looked at the food on the table and suddenly felt sick, not feeling she would be able to keep her food down. But, not to let Jenna know what was going on, she piled food on her plate, anyway. "So, how did you like your first day so far, Jenna?" she asked as she picked at her food on her plate, not actually intending to eat anything.
"Oh, it was fine, I guess," Jenna said nonchalantly, "But, in Durmstrang, it's a lot different…"
Ginny listened to Jenna talk about Durmstrang until she had an uneasy feeling that someone was watching her. She turned around to see if she could spot the person who was so sneakily watching her. 'What the heck?' Ginny couldn't find anyone who was watching her, but one thing she overlooked was the Slytherin table.
Jenna also turned around. "What is it, Ginny?"
"Oh, nothing, I just thought I saw something," Ginny brushed off, shaking her head.
'What the hell is she doing?' he asked himself. 'She's not even eating. Doesn't her friend even notice?'
"Draco?" a pause, "DRACO!"
"What?' he snapped, turning around, not caring who it was.
"You were staring into space and you were starting to scare us," said Crabbe and Goyle together.
"Oh, whatever, you big oafs. Just go back to feeding your faces."
"Hey, Draco!" Blaise called, walking over to Draco.
"What now?" he yelled, clearly getting annoyed at this point.
"Jeez, Draco, you seem to be in a bad mood. What, haven't gotten a good snog lately?" Blaise laughed.
"Yes, Blaise, that's it" Draco smiled sarcastically.
"I thought so," Blaise said as he sat down across from Draco and quickly spooned himself a plate full of food while continuing, "So, how was your morning besides the new project from Snape?"
"Oh, besides that, it was fine," he brushed off nonchalantly. But, this didn't go unnoticed by Blaise as a change in Draco's attitude occurred and noticed him staring intently at something behind him. To find out, he followed Draco's line of vision and gasped as he saw it was the youngest Weasley.
"Draco, what are you doing staring at a Weasley?" Blaise whispered, bringing his head closer, afraid of any Death Eaters overhearing.
"What?" he asked, honestly confused, his face contorted.
"I said, why are you staring at Weasley?" he whispered slowly.
"I'm not staring at anyone, especially Weasley" Draco retorted, taking a bite of something from his plate.
"Oh, you mean the excessive eye contact at the Gryffindor Table and no blinking whatsoever has anything to do with it. Yeah, you're not staring at anyone. Oh, no, wait, I think I just saw pigs fly," Blaise finished sarcastically, pointing his finger outside the Great Hall's big glass windows.
"See, I told you I wasn't staring." Draco clearly said, his head cocked to the side, still staring at the Weasley.
Blaise placed his head in his arms. "I give up."
On the other side of the Great Hall, Ginny still sat picking at her food, not having put any of it in her mouth, while Jenna still talked animatedly. When it was time to go, Jenna and Ginny removed themselves from the table and walked down to History of Magic together.
When the clock chimed five, all the classes were dismissed for the day as the beginning of dinner started.
Ginny and Jenna dropped off their stuff in the tower and then headed down to dinner where everyone was already there, feeding themselves and chatting with their friends about their first day. As Ginny sat down, she found she got that same feeling as she had at lunch. It was as if someone was watching her every movement the moment she stepped into the Great Hall.
"Hey, Ginny," called Jenna, snapping Ginny from her thoughts.
Ginny didn't answer for a moment. "Yeah," she said belatedly.
"Don't you have a detention with Snape after dinner?" she asked.
"Oh, God, I do, don't I? I almost forgot," groaned Ginny, dropping her head in her arms. 'Great, a night filled with Snape and his snaky comments' she thought to herself.
Before she knew it, it was time to head down to the dungeons. Jenna wished her good luck and promised to wait up for her. She walked out of the great hall and turned to go down to face Professor Snape A.K.A. 'the devil incarnate of Hogwarts.' Well, him and maybe Filch and that cat Mrs. Norris of his.
Ginny finally saw the Potions room ahead and stopped right in front of the door. She paused, mentally bracing herself for what was going to happen and knocked.
"Enter," came his icy cold voice that Ginny knew all too well.
Ginny grabbed the handle and pushed, letting go of a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"Good evening, Professor Snape," Ginny said, closing the door behind her.
"Miss Weasley," he acknowledged, not looking up from the work he was currently doing.
Her eyes roved around, trying not to look at the Professor, but stopped when something was horribly wrong. "Malfoy" she said incredulously.
"Weasley."
"Mr. Malfoy here will be supervising your detention tonight as I have better things to do," Snape concluded, showing no emotion in this realization.
"But…but, I thought you were supervising my detention tonight, sir," Ginny stuttered out, staring disbelieving at Malfoy.
"Unfortunately not, Miss Weasley." Putting away a few things, Snape stood from his desk. "Headmaster Dumbledore has insisted I go to a staff meeting. Heavens knows why," he mumbled, walking toward the door.
"Oh, and Draco," Snape turned to him before opening the door, "You may decide what Miss Weasley's punishment is tonight." Ginny groaned from across the room cursing her luck, while Malfoy smirked back across the room, 'Oh, I wish I could wipe that smirk off his face. Maybe…' but Ginny wasn't able to finish that thought as the door slammed behind Snape. 'Oh, great, here comes detention from hell.'
"So, Malfoy, what are you going to make me do? Clean out the jars of animal intestines, re-label all the potions, huh?"
"No," Ginny let out a breath as Malfoy's smirk, if it could, grew bigger, "You're going to clean the dungeon floor," he paused, "without magic."
"What!" Ginny practically yelled, "But that will take, like, hours."
"Precisely, now, here is your mop and bucket. Get started."
Ginny grabbed them from his hand forcefully and started mopping. Draco sat at Professor Snape's desk, his feet propped up with his ankles crossing. After about an hour and a half, Ginny was getting really tired of the silence in the dungeon and decided to make conversation with Malfoy, no matter how much she didn't want to. "So, Malfoy, why are you supervising Snape's detention?" she said boldly.
"What?" he asked, playing with something from one of his robe's pockets.
"You heard me," Ginny retorted.
"Well, I volunteered. Why?" Ginny gaped at him, dropping her mop in the process.
"Why would you do such a thing?" she asked, picking up the mop again and continuing her strokes across the dungeon floor.
"Well, instead of a 6th year cleaning floors, I thought I would have a first year that I could torment." His face showed no emotion but in truth, torrents of emotions ran through him.
"That's mean." 'No wonder he's in Slytherin.'
"Look at who you're talking to, Weasley."
"True," she said. Draco smiled to himself watching her clean the dungeon floor.
The dungeon was in silence once again until Malfoy broke it this time, getting impatient. "Could you hurry it up, Weasley? I don't feel like sitting here all night." Looking up, Ginny found him examining the cuticles on his fingernails. She shook her head. Ginny couldn't believe what prats boys could be.
"Well, Malfoy, you should have thought of that before you gave me this to do," she pointed to the mop and broom in her hand. 'God, why does Malfoy have to be such a prat?'
As the clock struck midnight, Ginny was finally done with cleaning the floors. Ginny handed back the bucket and mop. "I'm finished, Malfoy," she declared. Wiping the sweat from her face, she went to pack up her things.
"Glad to know," he said. Draco put the mop and bucket away and watched the Weasley pack up. However, one thing that Draco and Ginny didn't notice was that there was a black creature that blended into the night sky with red eyes staring into the dungeon at both of them from the window.
'Finally, my detention is over,' Ginny thought but as she put away her books, something started to bother her. Ginny clutched her stomach to try to make it stop from getting worse, but it never worked. She reached for the desk because she didn't think it was going to go away. Ginny groaned as she doubled over in pain.
"Hey, Weasley, you okay?" Draco asked, a little worried. He uncrossed his ankles and sat up in the professor's chair.
"Since when do you care?" Ginny tried to get out, grasping her stomach harder.
"I don't, I just don't need anything to happen to a student I'm watching."
"Great to know." gasped Ginny. 'I need to get out of here.'
"Are you sure you're okay?" He walked around Professor Snape's desk, seeing if he could do anything to help. All he needed was a dead student on his conscience.
"Yeah, just peachy. Now, I need to go, okay, Malfoy, see you whenever." With that, Ginny grabbed her book bag and ran out into the hallway leaving behind a slightly worried Malfoy and a very happy looking creature.
'What the hell,' Malfoy thought, 'was that?'
As soon as Ginny found a place where she was sure she wouldn't be seen, she slid down the wall and collapsed down onto the ground, crying and resting her head on her knees.