Disclaimer:Hold on let me check... Nope still don't own Harry Potter. But anyway here is the next chapter,I promise it gets very interesting after this chapter. I have to introduce the setting and everything so be patient I swear it will pay off. Oh and thanks to all my reviewers andmy wonderful beta reader Halo of Darkness without her i don't know what i would do. So here you go, I hope you enjoy!
Professors, Professors!
When Ginny finally stopped crying and composed herself, it wasn't until the early hours of the morning. She picked herself up off the ground, grabbed her books, and headed up to Gryffindor tower. She passed suits upon suits of armor on her way to the tower that she was sure could follow you with their eyes. "Lumos" she whispered, as her wand produced an eerie glow at the tip.
"Would you put that thing out?" said one of the paintings, squinting, "Some of us are still trying to sleep."
"Oh, sorry," Ginny whispered, "Nox." With that, the light on the end of her wand went out as she continued on her way.
Corners Ginny turned and staircases she climbed until she finally reached the tower. She said the password and entered the common room. The Gryffindor quickly climbed the staircases to her dorm room where she found her roommate fast asleep in her bed. She quickly and quietly tiptoed around the room gathering her school uniform, deciding to get a nice bath in the prefects bathroom.
When she was finished, she trudged down the stairs and back into the corridors, leaving a very annoyed portrait behind. Ginny reached the prefects bathroom and quickly took a shower and shoved her uniform on, not trying to impress anyone in particular. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided that it was enough to get her through the day.
When she was finished, Ginny stepped out of the bathroom and decided to go say hello to Dobby before classes started. Ginny walked down the corridors and noticed that something was different. She quickly turned around and found nothing, so she diminished the thought. Soon after, she heard a familiar person drawl, "Fancy meeting you here, Weasley."
"Oh, great" Ginny mumbled, "Could my day get any worse?"
"What was that, Weasel?"
"Oh, nothing, Ferret," she smiled sweetly.
"You know, Weasley, the first step of insanity is talking to yourself," Ginny's face turned red at this comment.
"Shove it, Malfoy."
He smirked. "But I have a problem, Weasley. I just don't know where to shove it." He put his finger under his chin and pretended to ponder for a moment.
"You're disgusting, Malfoy."
Draco leaned against the wall. "Hey, that's how you get the role of Slytherin Sex God."
"Yeah, and I wonder how you got that role." She paused waiting for an answer. "Think, Malfoy, think real hard because I hear a lot of things and, let's just say they're not good." Not bothering to hear the answer, she turned on her heel and walked in the direction of the Great Hall. "See you tonight," she called down the hallway.
Malfoy stared after her in shock. How had he gotten that position? Now thinking back, his face turned to a look of realization at how he had gotten that job.
When Ginny arrived at breakfast, Jenna was already there talking waiting for her. She angrily walked up the side of Gryffindor table, slammed her books down, and shoved herself onto the bench waiting for a reaction from Jenna.
Jenna looked at Ginny and exploded into a million questions, "Ginny, where were you? Are you okay? What did Snape have you do for your detention?"
Ginny put her hand up. "I'm fine, but the detention was horrible," she groaned, "Malfoy supervised it."
"Is he really that bad?" Jenna asked, not playing any emotions across her face.
"Yeah, he thinks he's better than everybody else just because he's rich, plays Quidditch, and is practically the Prince of Slytherin. There's no one worse than him, but why do you ask?" Ginny wondered curiously.
"Oh, no reason," she brushed off. Jenna felt Ginny's gaze on her increase so looked down at her plate.
"Well, okay, then." Ginny looked at her friend sensing there was something else.
Not long after breakfast started, it seemed the bell for classes came all too soon. The grass was wet and damp with thousands of dewdrops covering it as Ginny and Jenna set off for their first Care of Magical Creatures class of the year. Hagrid was waiting for his class at the door of his hut with Fang at his feet. He stood wearing his moleskin overcoat, looking very impatient to start.
"Hey, Ginny," he called.
"Hey, Hagrid," Ginny yelled back as she approached his hut.
"Good first day?" Hagrid asked.
Ginny looked at her feet and back at Hagrid. "You could say that."
"That's good then," Hagrid paused and waited for the rest of the class to approach and yelled, "C'mon, get a move on. Got a real treat for yeh today."
Jenna looked at Ginny. "Who was that?"
"Oh, that's Hagrid, a good friend of ours." Jenna looked up at Hagrid. "Don't worry, he's harmless. It's his classes you should be worried about," Ginny laughed. Jenna looked at Ginny and then at Hagrid anxiously.
Sooner than they expected, the class had ended and everyone filed up the slopes of Hogwarts grounds back to the castle. Next was Divination for Ginny and Jenna. It was both their first year for this subject so they had no idea where the room was except for the fact it was in the North Tower and the journey to it was a long one.
"There's …got…to…be…a … shortcut," Jenna panted as they emerged on an unfamiliar landing after climbing their seventh long staircase. There was nothing but a large painting of a bare stretch of grass hanging on the stone wall.
"I think it's this way," said Jenna, pointing down the hallway to her right.
"No, it can't be," contradicted Ginny. "I think that's the South Tower."
After a while, Jenna, deducting which way the towers were… Ginny started to watch the painting in front of her. A fat, dapple-gray pony had just ambled onto the grass and was grazing nonchalantly. A moment later, a short squat knight in a suit of armor clanked into the picture after his pony. "Aha!" He yelled upon seeing Ginny and Jenna. "What kind of villains are you that dare trespass on my land! Draw your knaves, you dogs."
"Oh, ignore him," Ginny told Jenna "That's the same crazy knight that was our portrait for a while. He's annoying but he's fine."
"Why was he your portrait? I thought that the Fat Lady was our portrait." Jenna asked, confused.
Ginny smiled. "That's a story for another time."
"Oh, okay," Jenna said a little disappointed, "But, what's his name? Maybe we can ask him how to get to the North Tower."
"Yeah, you're right," Ginny snapped.
Ginny walked up closer to the portrait. "Uh, Sir Cadogan."
"Get back, you scurvy dogs!" Ginny took an involuntary step backward. They watched in astonishment as the little knight tugged his sword out of its scabbard and began brandishing it, violently hopping up and down in rage. But, the sword was too long for him and he landed face down in the grass. Sir Cadogan seized his sword again and used it to push himself up, but failed miserably as he stuck got into the ground. A woman from a neighboring portrait walked through her frame and into his. She was dressed in old Renaissance clothes.
"Do you need any help, kind knight?" She said, bending down next to him.
"Listen," said Ginny, getting very impatient, "we're looking for the North Tower. Do you, by any chance, know where that is?"
The woman helped the knight clank to his feet. "Why, thank you, kind lady. And what, may I ask, is your name?"
"Christine," she responded. He brought her into his arms and pulled his helmet off and kissed her senseless. Ginny rolled her eyes and thought, 'God, paintings can even get together. Why can't I?'
Ginny cleared her throat. The two people pulled apart looking thoroughly flushed. "I'll be right back, Christine," he whispered. He turned to Jenna and Ginny. "Come. Follow me, gentle ladies, and we shall find our goal or else we shall perish bravely in the charge."
"This is going to be a long day," Ginny sighed as Sir Cadogan ran clanking loudly along the way into the left side of the frame and out of sight. They hurried after him along the corridor, following the sound of his armor. Every now and then, they spotted him running through a portrait ahead. Huffing loudly, Jenna and Ginny climbed the tightly spiraling steps, getting dizzier and dizzier until at last, they heard the murmur of voices above them and knew they had reached the classroom.
"Farewell!" cried the knight, popping his head out of the nearest painting. With that, Sir Cadogan disappeared and left Ginny and Jenna to climb the last few steps.
They emerged onto a tiny landing where most of their class was assembled. There were no doors off the landing. Jenna nudged Ginny and pointed at the ceiling where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque on it.
"Sibyll Trelawney, Divination Teacher," Jenna read, "How the hell are we supposed to get up there?" As though someone had answered her question, the trapdoor suddenly opened and a silvery ladder descended right at Jenna's feet. The whole class got quiet. "After you," said Ginny grinning as Jenna climbed the ladder first.
They emerged into the strangest looking classroom they had ever seen. Well, in fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone's attic and an old-fashioned teashop. There were at least twenty small circular tables crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs. Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stiflingly warm and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle. The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty looking feather stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups.
"Where is she?" Jenna questioned. A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice.
"Welcome," it said, "How nice to see you in the physical world at last."
Ginny's immediate impression was of a large glittering insect. Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their normal size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl. Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms, and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings.
"Sit, my children, sit," she said and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank onto poufs. Ginny and Jenna sat themselves around the same round table. "Welcome to Divination, sixth years," said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my inner eye."
Nobody said anything to this extraordinary pronouncement. Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, "So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to do for you. Many witches and wizards, talented as they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearing, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future." Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face. "It is the gift granted to few. "You…," she said pointing to Michelle "Is your relationship heading in the right direction?"
"Yes," said Michelle confidently. We all knew she had the perfect relationship with her boyfriend. It was hard to picture them apart. They were one of those couples that you would think would get married after they got out of school.
"Well, I wouldn't be too sure, dear," said Professor Trelawney. Michelle gulped and shrank back into her pouf.
"We will be covering the more advanced methods of Divination this year," she continued placidly, "The first term will be devoted to crystal balls. Next term, we shall progress to fire omens. In the second term," Professor Trelawney went on, "we shall advance to visionary and finally to moventry. I wonder, dear," she said to Colin Creevey who was nearest, "if you could pass me the large crystal ball?" Colin, looking relieved stood up, took an enormous crystal ball from the shelf, and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.
"Now, I want you all to divide into pairs. Collect a crystal ball from the shelf. Then, sit down and stare into the crystal balls for about 10 minutes. Then I want you to turn it upside down and shake it. You will then interpret the patterns and images you see using pages 4 and 5 of Gazing. I shall move among you helping and instructing. Oh, and dear," she caught Colin by the arm as he moved to stand up, "after you've broken your first crystal ball, would you be so kind as to select one of the smaller ones?"
Sure enough, Colin had no sooner reached the shelf of balls when there was a tinkle of breaking glass. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said, "One of the smaller ones, then dear, if you wouldn't mind… thank you…"
When Ginny and Jenna had their crystal balls, they went to their table and stared at the crystal ball for what seemed like forever.
"Right." said Jenna as they both opened their books to pages 4 and 5. "What can you see?" asked Jenna.
"A load of fog," laughed Ginny, "Harry was right. This is bull."
"Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane." Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom.
"Right, you've got kind of a chain-looking thing." Ginny consulted Gazing. "I guess that means that you're chained to something, maybe an obligation," Ginny shrugged. Jenna didn't look Ginny in the eyes as she said this.
"Now my turn." Jenna peered into Ginny's crystal ball, her forehead wrinkled in concentration. "There's a blob that looks like a cross…that means that you're going to have trials and suffering, but then there's a thing that could be a… a heart. Oh, Ginny, you're going to fall in love."
"Shut up," Ginny shoved the crystal ball over to her side. "It…does…not." Ginny paused a moment.
"See, I told you," Jenna laughed.
"Come on, Jenna, do you actually believe in this 'Inner eye' crap? In my opinion, it's a load of bull."
Professor Trelawney turned around at the sound of Jenna's snort. "And what, may I ask, is so funny?" Ginny and Jenna looked at each other. "Here, hand me your crystal ball," she said reprovingly to Ginny. Professor Trelawney stared into the crystal ball, rotating it counterclockwise and drawing her hands around it in circular motions. "The mirror, dear, you have a deadly enemy… the skull, danger in your path, my dear."
Everyone was staring transfixed at Professor Trelawney who gave the crystal ball a final turn, gasped, and then screamed. There was another tinkle of breaking glass; Colin had smashed his second crystal ball.
Professor Trelawney sank into her vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed. "My dear child… my poor dear child… no… it is kinder not to say… no… don't ask me."
"What is it, Professor?" said Colin at once. Everyone got to their feet and slowly crowded around Ginny and Jenna's table, pressing close to Professor Trelawney's chair to get a better look at Ginny's crystal ball.
"My dear," Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically, "you have the warrior."
"The what?" asked Ginny, very confused.
"The warrior, my dear, the warrior!" cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Ginny hadn't understood. "It is said to be the worst omen of all in the study of crystal balls. The warrior was once a hero that helped saved the world or anyone in need, but something went terribly wrong. No one knows what went terribly wrong, but after that day, she was believed to haunt lonely souls at night. And in the morning when that person was discovered they were found dead…hanging from their ceiling only from chains."
Ginny's stomach lurched. Everyone had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney's chair. "Well… I think we'll leave the lesson here for today," said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice. "Yes… please put away your things…"
Silently, the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney, packed away their books, and closed their bags. "Until we meet again," she said faintly, "fair fortune be yours and especially for you, dear," she said, pointing to Ginny.
Jenna and Ginny descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and the winding staircase in silence, setting their destination for the Great Hall. When they reached the Great Hall for lunch, they swung their books on the table and quickly piled food onto their plates.
Ginny continued to stare at her plate while mindlessly shoving her food around. Jenna silently glanced at Ginny worried for her new friend. She fought herself trying to say something to make Ginny feel better. "So, how about them cowboys?" Jenna spoke.
Ginny looked up from her plate with a confused look. "What? What's going on?"
"I'm worried about you, Gin." said Jenna concerned. "You don't really believe in that 'warrior' crap, do you?"
"I don't know what to think anymore. All I know is this year is getting worse and worse and I don't know how far I can go."
"Well," said Jenna, "just promise you won't get all worked up over this. It's probably some stupid myth that wasn't even proved true."
"Yeah, you're probably right. Well we better go, we don't want to be late to Defense Against the Dark Arts." With that, Ginny grabbed her things and headed down the Table. Jenna followed closely behind her thinking, 'The only thing is, Ginny, the myth is true.'
The classroom door opened as silence fell over the queue immediately.
"Inside." A voice said. Ginny looked around as she entered. The new professor had already imposed his own personality on the room. It was gloomier than usual, which didn't say much for the room. The curtains had been drawn over the windows, which were lit by many candles. Pictures now adorned the walls, many of them showing people who appeared to be in pain, sporting grisly injuries, or strangely contorted body parts. In between the pictures were what seemed like Muggle weapons that looked too deadly even to touch.
Nobody spoke as they settled down, looking around at the shadowy gruesome pictures. "Welcome." said the professor. Everyone's head turned in time to see their new professor coming down the staircase. "I am your new DADA professor. My name is Professor Raynuld." When he finished descending the staircase, he stood in front of the class. The only thing was the whole class couldn't believe the contrast of the room's personality with that of his.
He was dressed in traditional black robes. His hair was an auburn brown that reflected red highlights in the candlelight. But, the most captivating trait of Professor Raynuld was his face. He had the most dazzling smile with perfect blue eyes that could pierce into anyone's soul. To put it into simpler terms, Professor Raynuld was hot. What more could anyone say, well, at least, the girls could say. Ginny looked at Jenna and mouthed a 'Wow.' Jenna nodded in return.
"Now, I wish to speak to you and I would like your fullest attention." His blue eyes roved over everyone's faces, lingering for a moment longer on Ginny's than anyone else's. "I believe you have had 5 teachers in this subject." Everyone nodded. "Well, naturally, these teachers will all have had their own methods and priorities. Given this confusion, I am amazed at how many of you got an O.W.L. in this subject. That is the past and we are in the present. So, all you have to worry about is keeping up with N.E.W.T. work, which will be much more advanced." Professor Raynuld set off around the edge of the room, speaking in a lower voice. "The Dark Arts," said Raynuld, "are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is as if fighting a many-headed monster which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutation, indestructible."
"Your defense," continued Raynuld, a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo." The class was dead silent, eyes glued onto Professor Raynuld. "So, this year, I am going to try to intertwine Muggle weapons with our magic. In some cases, we might even be able to make the weapons more efficient." At this point, Professor Raynuld's voice was a mere whisper as he walked around the classroom pondering what to do next.
"I got it." He yelled. Each student jumped up in his or her seat. "First off, I need a volunteer, Anyone want to come up?" The class looked around at each other hoping someone would volunteer other than himself or herself. "Oh, come on, don't be shy."
"I will," spoke Ginny.
"What?" whispered Jenna.
"Great. Let's see, Ginerva right?"
"Uh, Professor, it's Ginny for short, if you don't mind."
"Alright, Ginny," Professor Raynuld smiled. "Now, come up to the front and help me demonstrate what we will be learning this year."
Ginny cautiously rose from her seat and strolled to the front of the classroom. "Okay, Ginny, I want you to stand around 10 steps in front of me and cast a disarming spell at me," he instructed.
Nodding, Ginny walked across the room directly in front of the new professor. Then, grabbing her wand out of her robe, she yelled, "Expelliarmus." Red light shot out of her wand and shot towards Professor Raynuld. Less than a second later, his wand shot out of his hand and into Ginny's.
"Now, see, in this situation," he said while turning to face the class, "my opponent disarmed me before I could disarm her. This is what I'll be teaching you, how to keep fighting without in need of your wand. Okay, Ginny, now I want you to say another disarming spell."
"But, sir, you're wandless. Won't the spell hurt you?"
"It will be fine, just say it."
"Alright, if you say so sir. Impedimenta," Ginny yelled, pointing her wand forward.
Before the spell could hit Professor Raynuld, he pulled out a sword from the inside of his robes. "Fletrec," he yelled as the spell hit the sword and reflected off flinging Ginny into the air and onto the wall behind her. The class watched in horror as Ginny flew into the wall. Debris and dust flew everywhere, covering Ginny completely.
Professor Raynuld turned to the class. "See, now that's what happens when you're not prepared."
"You call that not prepared? You're her teacher. You're not supposed to knock her against the wall," yelled Jenna, standing up.
"Well, I'm your DADA teacher. Am I not. I'm supposed to teach you how to prepare for this stuff?"
"Yeah, but you were supposed to let her know what the hell that spell was used for," retorted Jenna.
"Jenna, it's okay. I'm fine." The class turned their heads to see Ginny slowly getting up off the floor, scattering the debris off her.
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Jenna worried.
"Oh, yeah, just peachy," said Ginny sarcastically while rubbing the back of her head.
Professor Raynuld turned to the class. "Well, I guess that's it for today, class dismissed." Ginny reached her desk and packed her stuff up. She left the classroom not knowing that two red eyes were following her every move.
When Ginny reached the corridor, she joined Jenna as they both walked up to Gryffindor Tower.
"So, you're sure you're okay," asked Jenna.
"Yeah, it's just that Professor Raynuld should have told me what to prepare for," Ginny said annoyed.
"True, but you have to admit he's gorgeous," piped Jenna dreamily.
"What are you talking about? He seriously could have hurt me," retorted Ginny.
Jenna pouted. "But…,"
"Password," said the Fat Lady, interrupting the two quarreling girls.
"Slytherin sucks." With that, the portrait swung open to reveal a hole in the wall. "You know," Ginny said, pointing, "a few years ago that would have seriously freaked me out." She climbed through the portrait hole and sat down on the couch in front of the fire. "So, what are you going to do until dinner?"
"Probably get some fresh air. You want to come?" answered Jenna.
"No, it's okay. I'm going to get started on some of my homework and then meet Malfoy for that stupid project." Ginny pulled out her books and spread them out across the table. "I'll see you at dinner then, okay."
"Alright, see you then." With that, Jenna left Ginny in the common room. Not even 10 minutes later, Ginny was fast asleep with her head resting on the forgotten books, drool dribbling down the unread pages.
DING! DING! DING! Ginny slowly awoke to the chiming of the grandfather clock perched against the wall. She rubbed her eyes trying to see straight.
"Bloody hell," she yelled, jumping up from her sitting position and knocking her books over in the process, "I'm late." Ginny ran out the common room into the corridor towards the library. 'Malfoy's going to kill me.'
Out of breath, she reached the library and quickly drove herself around the room, trying to spot Malfoy. Spotting him in the far back corner near the restricted section, she quickly gathered her wits, calmed her breath, and headed over.
Ginny pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down shoving her books on the table. "Where the bloody hell were you?" he yelled, getting angry, his face getting flustered, "I waited here for almost half an hour." He looked up at her and thought she looked like she had ran the whole way but decided not to say anything about it.
"Well, it's not my fault. I fell asleep, okay. It just kind of happened, alright, and I didn't even eat dinner, so don't complain to me, Mr. Malfoy." Ginny opened a few of her Potions books and notebooks, spreading them out around them.
Draco looked astonished, as she looked at her books, that she hadn't eaten dinner. When she rose her head back up, Draco put up his guard and returned to looking angry. "You're impossible, you know that," he said, throwing his hands up in the air.
"I'm impossible? You're impossible," she argued back. She laid her head on her arms on top of her books. Draco looked over at Ginny and found her head shaking with little tremors.
Ginny lifted her head up to reveal her face red with tears streaming down her face. "Are you crying?" He asked her.
Ginny shook her head back and forth. Not able to handle it, she burst out laughing uncontrollably. "What's so funny?" he asked, honestly confused.
"Were quarreling like an old married couple," she said, breathing in between laughing. Draco looked at Ginny and started laughing, too. It wasn't one of those phony laughs, but a real ground-shaking laugh. They both stopped laughing some time later and clutched their stomachs, trying to catch their breath.
Later that night, Draco and Ginny were still hustling around the library getting books and putting them back.
"Did you get the book yet, Weasley?" he yelled, keeping his eyes glued onto the book he was reading.
"Almost," Ginny responded. She was on a ladder standing on her toes reaching for a book that was out of her reach. She pulled her hand back getting frustrated that she couldn't reach the book. Taking a deep breath, she tried to reach the book for the hundredth time that night. She let out a frustrated scream and put her head in her hands on top of a ladder step. "You're going to be the death of me, aren't you," she said, pointing to the book.
"Gosh, Weasley, how many times do I have to tell you not to talk to books," he scolded sarcastically, wagging his finger in the air. Ginny lifted her head, grabbed the nearest book to her, and threw it at him. "Hey," he yelped, jumping behind a bookcase to escape the freefalling book thrown at him.
Watching Malfoy jump behind a bookcase, she yelled, "Serves you right." Going back to the problem at hand, she reached again for the book. "This better be a good book," she mumbled.
A moment later, she decided to actually climb onto the bookcase. Putting both feet onto the bookshelf and both hands clinging to the top of the bookcase, she slowly glided left. Draco reappeared around the bookcase watching Ginny with interest, crossing his arms, and leaning against it.
Ginny grabbed the book's binding and pulled it out, clutching it to her chest with one of her hands. Looking right, she continued back to the ladder but her foot missed and slipped. She gripped the top of the bookcase, holding on for dear life, afraid of falling.
Draco took a voluntary step forward, seeing her foot miss the shelf, but retreated, watching in curiosity at what she was going to do.
'Okay, get it together, girl,' her mind scolded her. Looking for a solution, Ginny found none as her foot was dangling. She found her knuckles turning white from the extensive pressure she was putting on them.
"Need any help?" Said the person haunting her, laughing.
"No," she struggled out. She tried to put her foot on the shelf but failed miserably.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." She retorted a little too fast.
"Alright, fine, I'm leaving, see you later, Weasley." Draco turned his back with a wicked smile plastered onto his face.
Ginny fought a battle in her head but eventually decided to give in. "Malfoy, wait." He stopped in his tracks, 'Bingo,' he thought, turning around. "I do need help."
"Okay," he responded, "jump."
"What?" she yelled, outraged.
"I said, jump," he smirked, "or I'm leaving."
"Fine," Ginny sighed. Closing her eyes, she let go of the bookcase and felt herself falling back. A second later, she felt warm arms snatch her before she hit the ground.
"You know, you can open your eyes now," he said. Ginny opened her eyes and found blue silver orbs staring into hers. The arms holding her felt so foreign to her. They were warm and protective like nothing could go wrong. But, she dismissed that thought as she thought she was probably hallucinating from the fall.
Draco felt himself getting lost in her big brown eyes. What was he getting himself into? Shaking his head, he let go of her and dropped her on the floor.
"Ouch," she shrieked, as he suddenly had dropped her for no reason.
"See you later," he said halfheartedly, walking out of the library. Ginny watched him leave the library, thinking about what she had done this time.
Packing up her things, she left the library unaware of two red eyes watching her intently from one of the closed up bookcases.