A/N: Okay, I'm gonna make this A/N short, I promise. Just in case some of you didn't notice, the first chapter was a prologue, so I'm going to stay in the current state of time ((the past)) for a couple of chapters… if anyone has any questions, I'd be glad to answer them!
Oh and real quick, I've made only minor adjustments here. The next chapter should be up in about a week or so. Sorry about the wait!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot!
Forgotten
Chapter One:
On any other given day, it would've been perfectly normal to see someone crying. It even happened more than usual as of late.
What you never expected though, was the 'Prince of Slytherin' to be crying; especially one that would never cease to tease and ridicule others. One who never so much as smiled, unless he was being vulgar, and even then, he chose to smirk. Never to be crying though. And honestly, that was nerve-wracking to witness.
That was the reason why Ginny was standing within the far depths of the library, gaping at him, simply waiting for hell to freeze over. Malfoy, noticing her stare, smirked haughtily and sauntered towards her.
"See something you like, Weasley? I seem to effect girls like that all the time, so don't worry, it only gets better." he sneered. Ginny, still somewhat dismayed, said nothing.
"Seeing as you are unequipped in the method of sarcasm, I'll be leaving now, but if you so much as breathe a word of something you think you might've seen, you'll wish you were never born."
He snatched the cloak out of her hands, and departed from the library, but not before giving her one the coldest looks she had ever received. It felt as if she could literally feel his loathing, and hatred towards her.
That night, as she went to her usual haunt, the Astronomy Tower, to finish her another essay, this time Herbology, she was surprised to find that someone was already there. A person she didn't particularly wish to see at the moment; Malfoy. He was leaning against the wall, looking out the window.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded. He glanced at her.
"Last I heard, I was a prefect, and it is getting rather close to curfew. I think of all people, I should be asking you, what you're doing here." He answered calmly, looking her up and down, as if sizing her up. Aggravated, she walked over to him.
"You still haven't answered my question." She said, her eyes dancing with suppressed anger.
"Since when do you have any jurisdiction over me?" he replied, still wearing that god forsaken smirk.
'This is my spot,' she thought, 'and he has no right to come and act like he owns it.'
She figured that if she stayed, he would eventually leave. So she sat down, slamming her books in the process, and glared determinedly out the window. His eyes twinkled with hidden amusement as he chuckled darkly.
"Think you can get rid of me that easily, Red?"
To her astonishment, he sat down right next to her. Rather close. Too close, if you asked her. Unconsciously, she scooted over, moving slightly away from him. Noticing that he made her uneasy, he smirked and inched closer to her.
Her eyes grew wide as she realized what he was doing and she noticed that he would have her backed against a wall if she continued backing up. It was obvious that he was trying to corner her. Leaning in close, he breathed softly into her ear.
"What's the matter Weasley? Scared I might bite?" he whispered, his lips brushing her neck.
Ginny was determined not to show her true feelings, which, at the moment, were screaming 'Hell yes I am, and damn proud!' Ashamed as she was to admit it, she wouldn't actually mind Malfoy getting even closer to her. The temptation she was facing as his lips grazed against her ear again was already causing turmoil in her mind, and sent shivers down her back. Glaring as best she could, she retorted.
"I wouldn't be surprised! You are a Slytherin, but that doesn't frighten me. I know exactly how to handle scum like you." She said, raising her voice somewhat, for she knew that if she didn't, it would shake unsteadily.
"You sure about that one, eh' Red?" he drawled. He leaned in closer, if that was even possible at this point, considering their already close circumstances. Eyes glowing with longing, she almost allowed him to. Her reasonable side was berating, 'What in God's name are you doing!' Her more evil side, however, quickly pushed that thought aside, and focused her attention on the main attraction, Malfoy.
'Well, he is considered one of the hottest guys in Hogwarts, so it would be okay right? Just one kiss, it could even be over in a few seconds. Right, I'll kiss him long enough to make him think he's won this one, and then I'll pull out.'
Just as their lips were about to make contact, though, she came to her senses. Realizing she was about to kiss the enemy, she quickly sprang back with a yelp and fell from the ledge to the ground. Rubbing her bum, she looked up at him. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Well?" she demanded. He stood, dumbfounded. "Are you going to help me up or not?" she cried. At this he gave an indignant shout, as if he would ever be bothered to help a Weasley off the ground. She rolled her eyes dramatically and pushed herself off the stone floor, huffing angrily.
'And here I was thinking of his, oh so many, good qualities. How could I have even considered that he was not only drop, dead sexy, but a gentleman as well?'
There was an awkward moment of silence while she pondered her last thought.
'Hold your horses girl!' she thought, 'since when is Draco Malfoy considered sexy? It's one thing to be thought of as one of the hottest blokes in Hogwarts, mostly because she had all the girls of Hogwarts on her side. To even admit that he's…dare I even think it, quite handsome, that's just wrong!' she thought shuddering slightly.
Shaking her head to clear her head, she looked up and found Malfoy giving her an odd look.
"You know, they say that one sign of being mad is talking to yourself."
'No! I did not say that out loud, did I? That's completely humiliating! Almost worse than that time I got a detention for 'winking' at Snape. Well, that's what he thinks at least. I had dust in my eye! It's not my fault that the greasy git never bothers to perform a cleaning spell on his classroom, let alone on his hair! ' she thought, and once again sat down on the ground. This was just too much to handle in one night!
She was snapped out of her reverie when she heard Malfoy's stifled sniggering.
"Did I say that out loud too?" she asked quietly, silently begging that the answer would be a no. He snorted in an un-Slytherin way, and her answer was confirmed. Was fate out to get her or something? She really needed to work on not saying those kinds of things out loud. Who knows what kind of trouble that could get her into?
Standing, Malfoy offered her a hand. Shocked, she simply stared. Just moments before, he would have rather befriended Hagrid than help her up, and now he'd extended to do just that?
Shaking the strands of hair that had fallen out of her messy pony tail away from her face, she swatted his hand away and pushed herself up, decided this small movement would teach him a lesson. She wiped the dirt off her robes, glanced up at him and glared.
"Well, I guess that proves me right then. You really have no idea how to handle 'scum' like me, as you so nicely put it." Malfoy declared triumphantly with a bit of sarcasm.
Laughing, he started towards the door. Looking over his shoulder, he said coldly,
"See you around then, Weasley."
He'd walked out of the tower and was just about to head down the stone steps when he suddenly paused and turned. Her eyes narrowed, just what was he doing?
"Oh, and one more thing before I go, Weasley. Detention; you're out after curfew. I'll talk to Professor Snape about when it should be held."
He gave her one last smug look, and, before she could even begin to protest, quickly strode out of the tower and proceeded to the dungeons, where she assumed, the Slytherin Common Room resided.
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The next morning, Ginny woke up with an impending feeling of doom. She had yet to explain to Ron just why she had gotten that detention. Sighing, she slowly pulled the covers off of herself and opened the hangings around her bed. Glancing at her watch on the night stand, she found that she'd actually woken up two hours early.
Ginny, who was always one that liked to be the only one awake, trudged loudly to the showers, grinning in satisfaction as she heard her roommates grumble drowsily and wake up.
She stood under the faucet for the majority of her shower, before eventually washing her long hair, which now reached the middle of her back, and continued with her morning routine. After performing a quick drying spell on herself that she got from Witch Weekly, she wiped the fog off the mirror.
She sighed softly at what she saw. Her long locks had formed a slight wave to them, giving her some movement. She despised those waves, however, and hastily pulled her hair back with a clip. Ginny had just finished changing into her robes when she heard an unmistakable voice shout,
"GINEVRA WEASLEY! YOU'D BETTER BE WALKING DOWN THOSE STAIRS RIGHT NOW, OR SO HELP ME!"
Rolling her eyes, she prepared herself for his lecture. Her one question was; how had he found out so soon? This was immediately answered as she was about to walk down the stairs.
Hermione stood, absently pushing her soft curls out of her face, waiting for Ginny with an anxious expression on her face. She fiddled with her hands as she hurried over to Ginny upon seeing her arrive.
"Oh gods, Gin, I'm sorry! I went down early for breakfast this morning and, out of the blue, Professor Snape comes up to me and 'reminds' me that you're to have your detention tonight at ten with Filch." She grimaced and continued. "I thought you had already told Ron, so when I came back to the Common Room to tell you, he was there and…I- I mentioned it." She finished miserably.
"S'alright 'Mione, I was going to have to tell him anyways. I'm just glad I didn't have to be there when he heard, he's got a horrible temper-"She said lightly but was cut off as Ron continued to shout at her from the bottom of the stairs.
"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW!" he said angrily. Not wanting to anger him further, Ginny slowly walked down the stairs. As soon as she was within his vision, he started with his 'speech.'
"How could you get a detention? It's barely even the start of the school year, and already you've gotten in trouble more times than I care to discuss. Out after curfew I heard. Ginny, you of all people know that it's not safe to be out! I'll have you know that I'm going to tell Mum, Merlin knows if even she will be able to talk some sense into you!" Ron would've gladly continued if Ginny hadn't intervened heatedly.
"Oh, so now I get lectured about being out past curfew. Ron, how many times have I caught you? I'd have to say a least more than twenty, and if it weren't for Harry's invisibility cloak, you'd have already been exiled from Hogwarts, let alone the Burrow! So don't you dare get on my case about being late. It's not like mum will take much notice anyways, she's been so busy training to be a Medi Witch and all.
"And at least I had good reason to be out! I, unlike some people who shall remain anonymous," she spat, glaring with a fiery passion at Ron, "was studying. Let's see, the last time you came in here well past the curfew, was after your little snog session with Hermione," she looked behind her at the girl afore mentioned, and mouthed a swift apology, "in the Room of Requirement! You just be glad I'm not out shagging some Ravenclaw." With this she glanced at Harry, who was red in the face, her eyes softening in another fleet apology before quickly snapping back angrily to Ron.
Ron stood, dumbfounded, with his eyes wide. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then promptly closed it and giving her one last look, turned to brood at the couch by the fire. Smiling smugly, Ginny gathered her books and walked to the portrait. Just as she was getting ready to close the portrait, though, she heard Ron ask one last question.
"Gin, just tell me who it was that caught you and assigned your detention to Filch?"
After another long confrontation with Ron that involved her repeatedly telling him that Malfoy had done no harm other than insult her, Ginny finally reached the Great Hall for breakfast and was currently repeating the story to her friend, Colin, as she buttered some toast for the two of them.
"Well, looking on the bright side here, Gin, at least Malfoy didn't dock points. If that'd happened, you'd have the whole house breathing down your neck, let alone Ron." He offered, shrugging his shoulders.
Ginny, agreeing, nodded her heard and poured two glasses of pumpkin juice and handed one to Colin. She glanced up as the Great Hall doors opened and saw Ron walk in. He looked about the Hall with a glare, his eyes setting upon only two people; Malfoy, and Ginny.
Ginny winced as he came over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to her. Would this boy ever just leave it be? Colin raised his eyebrows and looked nervously between the two siblings, knowing well enough to be wary.
Ginny, not wanting to start another heated argument, and in the Great Hall of all places, hurriedly finished her breakfast and picked up her books to leave.
"Now wait just one second!" Ron said, gently grabbing her arm and turning her to face him. "I know I may have overreacted a bit in the Common Room, but you do know I'm only looking out for you, right?" Ginny nodded as he looked around before continuing quietly, as if to keep his next words from being further repeated.
"I know I promised not to be as protective anymore, especially since you're a 6th year and all, but just promise me you won't be out too late that often, alright?" She gave him a small smile and agreed.
"Sorry to be the one to interrupt on a 'moment', but, Gin, we're going to be late if we don't hurry." Colin said apologetically. Ron and Ginny both smiled sheepishly. Ginny waved one last goodbye to Hermione and Harry, who had just walked in, and followed Colin out into the hallway.
"Of course the first class of the day has to be History of Magic. I'll be sleeping before he even begins to talk about the War of 1470!" Colin complained. Ginny laughed lightly as they entered the classroom.
"I think I'll join you on that." She added. For the rest of the hour long class period, both Ginny and Colin slept, with Ginny's head resting on Colin's arm, and Colin idly playing with her hair as he muttered a spell to make their quills take notes for them. They only woke up as the rest of the class began leaving, and a student nudged them awake.
"You two had better get moving, the Slytherins have Binns next." He warned. Ginny thanked him and jumped out of her chair, picking up the papers that had fallen, while Colin packed their books in their bags. With a few quick steps, they were out the door right as Slytherin started into the classroom, shoving the two into the hallway in the process.
As Ginny collected her books from Colin, she turned and gave the whole class a rude hand gesture and chased after Colin, who was late for his next class. He had Divination, while Ginny had Arithmacy. Colin's class had started five minutes ago, while Ginny's was due to start in two.
Unfortunately for the both of them, it seemed there were two Slytherins who were also running quite late that day.
A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long, it was slow going, but it finally got pulled off! I'll try to post the next one quicker.
Thanks to those of you who reviewed last time! They really pushed me to get this chapter into writing!
Q-BriarXJade-Q: This story finished? Definitely not! Ha, it's only beginning.
Amy Martin: Thanks for the offer of beta-ing! I'd really appreciate the help! Next chapter will be emailed to you in advance, thanks again!
The Unknown Weasley: The story in the first chapter is taking place is Ginny's present time. She's in her 6th year at Hogwarts, but, since this chapter is in the past, you won't really know exactly when she gets put in the cell that she's in for the first chapter. I do hope I gave some more characterization in here. I hope this doesn't keep you from reading the rest of the fic, but this is not a G/H story. It might suggest it here and there, but otherwise, strictly D/G….oo spoilers, gotta love em'.
Anyone who reviews gets a chapter dedication! (That's a good thing, I swear!)
