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A/N: This is Adalee and Emmie here! This is our first story together, so please be nice. It is really hard to pass the stories to each other, and it takes awhile to write. Sorry if there are any Grammar and Spelling errors! Emmie here can't spell worth a flip:D! Just kidding Emmie. Well, enjoy! And remember...REVIEW:D
The Forbidden Love
"The Warnings"
Ginny kissed her parents goodbye and boarded the train. Their faces zoomed away as the train began to move.
"WE'RE LATE! HURRY GINNY!" Hermione screeched, thrusting her luggage onto a rack.
Ginny had been made a Prefect this year, and her, Hermione, and Ron were supposed to be in the Prefect compartment. As usual, they were running late.
Ginny ran after Ron and Hermione. She watched as Hermione's bushy brown hair bounced up and down as she ran. Ginny looked down at her feet, her red hair drooping in her face. Suddenly, she collided with something hard.
A scared looking first year stared back up at Ginny, sprawled on the floor of the isle.
"I'm so sorry!" Ginny spoke apologetically. She reached out for the little first-year girl's hand and helped her up. She took off to catch back up with Hermione and Ron.
Ron and Hermione flooded into the Prefect compartment, Ginny following close behind.
"Nice of you to join us," Professor McGonagall spoke coldly. Ginny, Hermione, and Ron quickly found a seat.
"Sorry Professor..." Hermione mumbled.
Ginny stared out of the window in the compartment. They were passing a meadow, and the sun was scattered along the rows of grass. The clear blue sky taunted her with its bright color and fluffy clouds. Ginny turned her gaze away from the window. Her eyes fell on her arch enemy, Draco Malfoy. He had grown about an inch over the summer and his hair was longer, which she had to admit made him look very good. She slapped herself inwardly to why was she thinking like that. He was a Malfoy! A bloody Malfoy! He looked her way and smirked.
"Same old Malfoy," she thought.
"This year we have a different schedule!" the Head Girl exclaimed enthusiastically. Ginny tuned in.
"This year we are going to have "buddies". These buddies will patrol with you, meet with you, and do duties with when assigned by one of us," the Head Girl continued to explain, pointing to herself and the Head Boy. "The point of have partners is to ensure that you are completely fair to the person you are handing out punishments too. We have had several incidents where students get off to easy, or to hard, for things. We are assigning you with someone we think will give out the right punishments should you come along a friend, and you can give out the correct punishments to people that might be their friends. This system is designed tp provoke equality."
Ginny groaned. This was going to be horrible! She was going to get paired with come slimy Slytherin git, or a chattering, annoying girl. Great. Just great.
"We're not going to get away with anything!" Ron thundered, slapping his palm on his forehead.
"I'm glad we finally have a system that will actually work," Hermione stated, looking at Ron scornfully.
"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS–"
Ron was cut off when the Head Boy began to speak. "You will be receiving an owl telling you who your partner is within the next few days. You may leave now."
Ginny, Ron, and Hermione turned to leave. Ginny felt something collide with her arm. She looked up and saw Draco swishing out of sight. What a git.
"Yep," she thought, "same old Malfoy."
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Draco Malfoy stormed onto the train, without saying goodbye. He watched the stone, cold images of his parents' faces begin to grow blurrier and blurrier as the train gained more and more speed. It didn't matter anyway. They didn't love him. He didn't love them. They just gave him a place to stay.
Draco sighed as he remembered he had to go to the Prefect compartment.
"Bloody Prefects..." he grumbled as he threw his luggage on a random luggage rack.
He slowly made his way down the crowded isles of the train, weaving his way towards the Prefect Compartment. He passed a young boy, probably a first year, opening a door to a compartment. He held a chocolate frog in his right hand, waiting eagerly to be eaten. Draco snatched the frog out of the boy's hand and smirked.
"Thanks," he sneered, glaring down at the small, sandy-haired boy. Draco towered over the short first year, casting a shadow onto his terrified face. The boy quickly scurried inside, into his compartment.
Draco started making his way back down the isle.
"MOVE!" Draco thundered, shoving a poor second year out of his way and ripping open the chocolate frog wrapper. Draco raged down the isle, stuffing the chocolate frog into his mouth. Oh how he hated little first and second years...
Draco strutted into the Prefect compartment and sat grudgingly down on one of the seats. Mostly everyone was already there but Weasley and Granger. Of course it would be them two; the blood traitor and the mudblood. Draco chuckled silently to himself.
"Can I have everyone's attention please!" one of the Heads screeched. Everyone continued their chatter.
"PAY ATTENTION!" Professor McGonagall snapped. The compartment immediately silenced.
"Thank you Professor," the Head Girl smiled. She had crooked teeth and long, mousy brown hair. Draco guessed she was from Hufflepuff, since he didn't know her. She coughed lightly and continued. "Now that all of our Prefects are here I'd like to give out the sced—"
She was cut short by the sound of the compartment door opening and closing.
Everyone turned to see Hermione Granger, Ron, and Ginny Weasley enter the compartment.
"Nice of you to join us," Professor McGonagall snapped. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione slid into their empty seats and pretended to listen.
Ginny Weasley was a Prefect! Another Weasley! Look at what this school had sunk to. It was all mudblood-loving Professor Dumbledore's fault. He let this place get like it was...
Draco heard the distant sound of talking in his ear but he tuned it out. He didn't care what the Heads were saying. All he wanted to do was get out of here and join his real friends.
Draco looked over towards Ron, Ginny, and Hermione again. His eyes met with Ginny's. He smirked. What was she looking at him for anyway? Ginny snapped her head back towards the Heads. Draco continued to gaze at her.
She'd definitely grown over the summer. She looked like a whole different person, in a good way. Her body was curvy and lean. Her deep-red hair flew around her in loose waves. Beams of light streaming in from the windows of the compartment fell onto her glowing green eyes. Yes, she had definitely changed.
Draco watched as the people around him slowly got up. He guessed the heads were done speaking. With one long stride, he stormed out of the Prefect compartment, bumping Ginny Weasley in the arm on his way out
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Click..Click..Click..Click...
Draco tapped his spoon onto his plate, looking up at the ceiling in annoyance. He was starving, and he was ready for the sorting to begin and end. All he cared about was hot, juicy food filling up his growling stomach.
Draco heard the beginning of the Sorting Hat's song. His stomach growled in anticipation. "Please just hurry up!" he thought to himself. He tuned back in to listen to some of the song.
"The time has come,
Death is creeping in,
The Good and Evil war,
Will soon begin.
So hold on tight,
and stand tall,
for if you don't,
your side will be sure to fall.
Deadly Foes are coming here,
We must unite and fight!
For if we don't Lord Voldemort,
Will end Hogwart's life!"
Silence swooped down onto the Great Hall. The breathing of every student could be heard.
"Bloody hell," Draco whispered. What had that been all about? What did the hat mean?
Suddenly a rage of noise and chatter spread like wildfire through the hall. People were huddled together, discussing the song the Sorting Hat had just sang.
"Attention," Dumbledore spoke, his voice barely audible above the noise.
"ATTENTION!" Dumbledore's voice thundered around the Great Hall. Silence appeared just as fast as the noise had came. "You'll have time to discuss this later. Let the feast begin!"
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Draco rubbed his full stomach. His eyelids dropped lower and lower as he got into bed. He crawled in the sheets on his four-poster bed and let his head fall gently onto the fluffy, white pillow. He was so tired...
Draco thoughts wandered back to the Sorting Hat's song.
The Good and Evil war will soon begin...
What was that supposed to mean? Why had the Sorting Hat said that in front of so many children? Why hadn't Draco heard anything else about this?
Deadly foes are coming here, we must unite and fight! For if we don't Lord Voldemort will end Hogwart's life...
Everything was so confusing to him. Nothing the Sorting Hat said made any since. And even if Lord Voldemort was going to take over Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat wouldn't be the first to know. Maybe it was lying...
Draco's eyes closed.
Maybe it was lying...
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Ginny's mouth dropped. What had the sorting hat just said? Voldemort? Here! At Hogwarts? Ginny glanced at Ron, Hermione, and Harry, her eyes wide. She noticed that they all looked just like her. Their eyes were wide and their mouths were slightly open. This couldn't happen...no...not at Hogwarts.
Ginny saw plates upon plates of food erupt from the table.
"What was that all about?" Ron whispered.
"Ron! How bloody thick are you? Voldemort is going to strike soon! Didn't you hear the hat? Deadly foes are coming here. Death is creeping in. It all points to Voldemort! Voldemort must be coming to attack Hogwarts," Hermione stated in a matter-of-fact tone, banging her fist on the table as she spoke.
"This isn't going to be good," Harry spoke quietly. Ginny looked sympathetically at him. Voldemort was after him. Voldemort would be coming here to get him. It didn't seem fair to Ginny. She didn't know how Harry could stand it. She knew she couldn't take the pressure of knowing that one the most powerful wizards in the world wanted to kill her.
"At least Dumbledore is still around. We all know that's who Voldemort fears the most," Hermione spoke comfortingly, her large brown eyes staring up at Harry with worry. Ron gave a shudder beside Hermione.
"Ron, we need to say the name. It isn't going to kill anyone. Come on say it. Vol-de-morttt," Ginny spoke in a babyish voice. Ron gave her a glared that looked like her had just ate a box of Dungbombs.
"Come on. We need to be getting up to the dormitorys," Harry spoke, rising from his seat.
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Ginny lay awake in her dormitory, her green eyes staring intently upon the ceiling. The sorting hat's song was still ringing in her head. It couldn't be true. Voldemort wouldn't come to Hogwarts. None of it seemed right. The hat had said a war was about to begin.
Ginny shuddered.
Just the mere thought of a war with Voldemort was frightening. There was no telling what would happen. He was the ultimate evil...
Ginny's eyes began to droop. She gratefully let the close. She could use a good nights sleep...
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Ginny woke up early the next morning. She grudgingly forced herself to get out of her warm, soft sheets. She pulled on her school robes and headed down the stairs into the common room.
Ginny continued to trudge down to breakfast. She opened the doors of the Great Hall, to almost have a head on collision with Professor McGonagall.
"Miss Weasley, I advise you pay more attention to where your going!" she stated.
"Sorry Professor. I'm still tired..."
"Your schedule," McGonagall snapped. She handed her a sheet of parchment. Ginny sighed. Double Divination followed by Potions, and what do you know, another Potions. Mondays were going to suck.
After the delicious breakfast, Ginny said goodbye to her friends and walked towards Divination. When she finally got there, Professor Trelawney greeted her with the usual mumbo jumbo "your going to drop dead any second, just wait for it, any second now" junk and told her to sit down. After an hour of crazy death and destruction predictions, she sat down and told them to search for omens in the crystal ball. Ginny bore her eyes into the gleaming glass, as if expecting to see a sign pop out that read "OMEN RIGHT HERE."
Professor Trelawney suddenly went rigid. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the whites of her eyes the only things now visible. Her hands shook frantically and her mouth opened but no words escaped. She gasped and moaned, trying to catch a breath. Ginny looked at her with horror. What was going on?
Professor Trelawney's voice cracked. It was raspy and deep, which was unusual for Professor Trelawney. She shook even more and she began to speak:
"Two terrible deaths will start it all,
Will force the barriers of enemies to fall.
They will form a forbidden love,
Which they will try to set free like a dove,
Though storms of trouble will try to tear them apart,
The final battle will forever stop one heart."
Ginny's whole body shook with fear. Professor Trelewney began to wheeze and cough. Her eyes rolled back into position and her hands became more steady. She hacked and wheezed until her voice was back to her normal, dreamy tone.
"M' dears, why are you all staring at me like I'm the grim!" Professor Telewney exclaimed, her large-batlike eyes scanning the room. No one spoke.
"Well, let's get back to the crystal ball gazing, shall we?" Professor Telewney spoke, her voice somewhat nervous. Ginny continued to stare at her. Her heart was thumping rapidly in her chest.
What was that all about? Was this just another fake demonstration that Professor Trelewney always did? Or was it real?
Ginny felt slightly sick. Inside she knew this was beyond anything even Professor Telewney could fake. It seemed so real...
Ginny returned her gaze back to the crystal ball, her heart still thumping in her chest.
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"HERMIONE!" Ginny thundered as she stormed into the common room. Ginny gazed around the room for Hermione. She was sitting in a corner reading a book. Ginny ran over to her.
"Something...happened...in...Divination," Ginny gasped. She was short of breath from running all the way from the North Tower.
"Ginny, what happened?" Hermione spoke sternly, rising from her seat.
Ginny began to tell Hermione about Professor Trelewney. At the end, Hermione averted her eyes from Ginny's. She looked down at the ground. When she spoke, her voice was raspy and forced.
"I have a feeling everything is going to change..."
A/N: Did you like it? Please review! This was really hard to write because we had to write it with each other, which made it really confusing. We re-wrote this chapter. Before, it was to confusing. Hope this is better. Please review!
