A/N: Well, it's taken me long enough I'd say! Hah, and I said I was going to be picking up the pace…right! The computer developed about 5 viruses and just got fixed today. Well, I really will try hard to get these next chapters that I have written out up much quicker. I have a wedding to go to this weekend so expect the next chapter in…about a week or so. Then again, with me, you'll never really know! ;-)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, just the plot!
Forgotten
Chapter Six:
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Ginny was, once again, on her way to History of Magic classroom with Colin, whereas Kendra was walking in the opposite direction towards the Arithmacy lesson with one of Ginny's other dorm mates. Kendra and Colin had begun spending practically all of their free time together, often making Ginny feel much like the third-wheel.
Usually, after a couple moments of snogging in the far section of the library, they would separate, notably out of breath. Then, they would glance at Ginny with a surprised expression upon their face, as if they had honestly forgotten she was even there, sitting in such a close proximity to them as she continued studying, pretending she hadn't noticed and ignoring the slight pang in her chest at the thought of being overlooked by her friends.
Immediately after, as if it had never even happened, they would start to chatter with Ginny about the most ridiculous topics, just as they used to, the only reminder of the previous events being the guilt that lay, clearly evident, in their eyes.
Colin nudged Ginny in the ribs gently, letting her know that they had reached the classroom and halting her thoughts. Ginny gave a small smile at his thoughtfulness. He knew better than to ask her what was on her mind. If she wanted to talk to him about it, which most of the time she did, he wouldn't have to ask. This, however, was a more private thought, and Ginny didn't feel like sharing. She felt incredibly selfish for thinking the things she did about their relationship.
Together they entered the classroom, quietly joking that they wished this class was already over, though silently treasuring the few moments they could use for sleep. Taking their seats at the back of the ancient stone-floored room, they smirked at each other. Professor Binns quickly cleared his throat as the last of the students set foot in the classroom before beginning his lecture on the War of the Goblins, his voice taking on a slow, dull tone.
After making themselves comfortable, with Ginny casually laying her head on Colin's outstretched arms, while he tangled his fingers in her exceedingly long hair, resting his head on his elbow, she thought back to the events of the night in the Hospital Wing with Malfoy. His last comment had driven her to pan into a well of patience, which had been quickly running low.
They had bantered back and forth for a few minutes, slinging slightly used insults at each other, knowing it was only out of pure habit, before both decided to call a momentary truce so they could each get some rest. The next morning, when Ginny had woken up and looked over to his bed, she was met with a neatly made up hospital bed, the smell of the crisp, new sheets still lingering in the air. She was surprised at the slight disappointment she felt in the pit of her stomach. Ginny found she quite enjoyed their little spats, as it was nice to find somebody who could match her quick wit, and often, he countered it.
She was jerked out of her thoughts as Colin's elbow hit her sharply in the head.
"Ow!" Ginny cried indignantly, before noticing that she had the entire classes' attention. Confused, she looked over at Colin. Out of the side of his mouth, he muttered as covertly as he could that Professor Binns had asked her a question. Her eyes widened and she tried to make herself look innocent as she turned and was met with the annoyed look of her teacher.
"What's that you say, Professor?" Colin asked, his voice carrying across the room. "Didn't quite catch that," Ginny inwardly thanked fate for Colin's quick thinking and threw him a grateful look as the ghost in the front of the room let out a small sigh before repeating his question.
"I said," he started, making his voice obscenely loud and causing students to cringe at his scratchy voice. "What, exactly, was the cause of the War of the Goblins in 1823?" Ginny dug deep in her memory, trying hurriedly to think of an answer.
Fortunately, once, when her mum had sent her to tell her brothers that the dinner was ready, Percy had droned on and on about the subject to her before she could manage an excuse to leave his room. Hastily, she offered what she thought to be the correct answer. Receiving a nod from Professor Binns, she let out a breath of relief as the class returned to their bored thoughts.
"Thanks, Colin." She said, chuckling quietly. Colin returned it with a mock solute and a teasing grin.
"Who knew you had it in you, Gin. I honestly didn't take you as a history devotee, thought that was more along the lines of Hermione." She laughed and proceeded to whisper the story about Percy to Colin, causing him to smirk at the predictability of the tale. The bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson, and the two rose and left quickly, both not wanting to encounter the Slytherins.
"Damn, forgot my quill." He muttered, turning to go back. He paused, though, upon seeing the 7th year Slytherins beginning to make their way down the hall. "Oh sod it, quill was cheap anyway." He said with a light smile.
Ginny nodded, temporarily distracted as she unintentionally searched the crowd for a certain blonde. She found him talking to Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. He looked over in her direction and their eyes met. She looked away guiltily, a blush rising in her face at the result of being caught.
"Right, well, let's be off then!" she said in an overly cheery voice to Colin, who looked dubious at her attempts to cover her blush. He glanced towards the Slytherins, wondering who had caught her attention, but saw no one as they had already entered the classroom. Reminding himself to watch her closer, he smiled and quietly led her to their next class.
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Idly playing with her food in the Great Hall, Ginny tried in vain to tune out the loud voices of the obnoxious, talkative bunch of fourth year Gryffindor girls sitting beside her at dinner. For the past ten minutes, they had virtually gossiped about every bloke's looks, good and bad, in the whole school, Slytherins included! Throwing them a glare, she turned and focused her attention back on her two friends, Kendra and Colin.
The two were currently making googly eyes at each other, distractedly waiting for Ginny to finish up so they go to the library and study. Well, at least, that's what Ginny planned to do. She knew better than to think that her friends wouldn't spend the free time snogging. Disgusted at their antics, she once again turned to her food.
Throughout the whole meal, she had barely eaten more than a few bites, finding Colin and Kendra had unsurprisingly taken away her appetite as soon as she'd begun. Ginny sighed again, growing bored, her mind beginning to wander before her thoughts were rudely interrupted.
"Miss Weasley," Professor Snape said suddenly from behind her. Ginny, startled, yelped harshly and tossed the fork of pumpkin pie in a state of surprise, evoking Colin and Kendra to snap out of their trance and look at the Potions Master confusedly.
"Y-yes Professor?" Ginny asked meekly, slowly raising her eyes to meet the disdained expression on Snape's face. He rolled his eyes at her stuttering before continuing.
"I'm supposed to be overseeing a detention in a couple of minutes, but, as it is, the Headmaster has requested my presence. All other prefects have a meeting directly after dinner with the Heads. Miss Granger," he said her name with a sneer. "Has suggested you for the job. Since you are not a prefect, however, I will send someone down to relieve you of your services. Is that clear?" he finished, his question not offering her a chance to answer. He turned to walk away when Ginny finally mustered up the courage to ask a question. She hoped to Merlin he wouldn't take points.
"Professor, whose detention am I supervising?" she questioned, inwardly relieved that her voice at least sounded calm, even if her fidgety demeanor told otherwise.
"A couple of second years, Hufflepuffs I believe. They decided to forget the last five steps of the instructions I had clearly written, in big print might I add, on the board. Awful, the whole lot of them. You're to have them recreate the potion and they aren't to leave until they get it done perfectly. I'll let your replacement know." He said with a roll of his eyes before briskly walking away to the Slytherin table, his robes billowing behind him as usual.
'Of course,' she thought exasperated, 'he would have to have a Slytherin Prefect come as my backup.'
After making sure her Potions Professor was completely out of hearing range, she put her head in her hands and groaned. "I'm going to kill Hermione," she said, her voice muffled somewhat. Kendra frowned and patted Ginny's back sympathetically.
"Don't worry, Gin. I'm sure you'll find time to finish up that Divination calendar later tonight. Besides, he did say he would send somebody down to 'relive' you." Kendra offered, mocking Snape's choice of words with a smirk.
"Well, since you're about done here, how about me and Colin walk you down to the Potions classroom, and then we can head off to the library?" she said, looking over at Colin with a wink. Ginny smiled half-heartedly.
"No s'alright, Ken. The library's in a completely opposite direction than the Potions room. You two go ahead and 'study.'" she said using her hands to signify her meaning on the word 'study.' The two grinned sheepishly, not realizing they had been that obvious. "If the prefect or whoever comes down early," Ginny carried on, "then I'll come up and meet you there. Regular table?" Kendra nodded as Colin lightly took her hand.
"See you, then." He said with an appreciative grin, before excitedly pulling Kendra out of the Great Hall and off to the library. Ginny sighed again, a wistful expression on her face at her friends' obvious happiness. She just wished she could be as happy for them as they were with each other.
'Uh! What am I doing? Wallowing in self-pity? Get a grip, Gin!' she told herself with a shake of her head.
She stood then, straightening her shabby robes, which had become crinkled sometime during the meal. Quickly, before more thoughts could take over her already strained emotions, she agilely walked out of the Great Hall and hurried down to the dungeons.
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Kendra stifled a giggle that was hard to contain as Colin attempted to be suave and kissed her neck. They had only just arrived to the library and had barely sat down at their usual table in the back before Colin started up with his so-called 'romantic' tricks.
"Colin!" she shrieked and playfully slapped his arm as his kisses started trailing father down. He gave a fake pout, giving her his best attempt at a puppy face. "Let's at least get some books to block the view from the others. We wouldn't want to distract them." Kendra continued, giving him a meaningful look. Colin laughed and quickly stood up to pull out her chair for her.
"After you, milady," He said and made an effort to bow. Kendra snorted and pushed him towards the bookshelves, and from there they started looking for the thickest volumes to ensure the utmost privacy for them until Ginny came.
"I'm going to check the next aisle." Kendra called over her shoulder before walking around the tall bookcase separating the rows. She heard Colin grunt in response as he shouldered six heavy books over to the table. Before she could begin down the aisle, though, she walked into someone. Falling back from the force, she landed on the ground, her cheeks glowing in embarrassment.
"Sorry," she muttered, pushing herself from the floor to stand up, "wasn't looking where I…" she trailed off as she finally looked up at who she had bumped into.
Blaise Zabini stood directly in front of her, arms crossed, his face completely vacant, as if he hadn't just barely been bowled over by Kendra. She looked behind him, noticing a disheveled looking Tanith Black glaring at her through the brown locks that had escaped her hair tie. It seemed she and Colin weren't the only ones not studying.
"You were saying," Blaise asked in a cold, expectant voice. He moved his body so that it shielded Tanith from her view.
"Yes, er, I was saying, um…" Kendra started, desperately trying to think of a decent apology while slowly backing up.
"Bentley," Blaise snapped, irritated, "if I wanted to hear someone speak incoherently, I would have gone and talked to your mudblood boyfriend." Kendra's eyes jerked up to meet his angrily.
"Sod off, Zabini." She bit out with a venomous glare. "Least Colin isn't the biggest whore in school!" Kendra smiled triumphantly as she heard an indignant screech come from behind Blaise. She inwardly cursed herself afterwards, though, for not swallowing her own tongue as the Slytherin boy's eyes flickered in suppressed rage.
"Following after you, of course." He spat back. Fortunately, Colin chose that moment to walk up, a confused look on his face as he sensed the patent tension between the three of them.
"Miss something, did I?" he asked cautiously, studiously avoiding Tanith and Blaise's glowers. "Zabini, Black." He added as a polite greeting, though he said it through gritted teeth after noticing that Kendra seemed slightly frazzled.
Blaise just rolled his eyes, his hands tightening into fists before he grabbed Tanith's wrist and roughly brushed past Kendra, knocking her into the bookcase.
"You alright?" Colin asked her concerned. She nodded, giving him a dazzling smile.
"I do believe we have enough books, Mr. Creevy." She said with a mischievous wink. Colin chuckled and lightly guided her back to the table.
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Meanwhile, Ginny sat on top of one of the desks in the dungeon, watching with bored fascination as the Hufflepuffs gingerly added crushed basil to the Sleeping Draught they were endeavoring. For the past thirty minutes, she'd only had to stop them from adding a wrong ingredient twice, and that was saying something!
She impatiently blew her hair out of her face, counting down the seconds until she figured the Prefect would arrive. Already, she had used her wand to paint her fingernails ten different shades of red and gold. Absently blowing on them, though a simple drying spell could quicken her attempts, she let her eyes travel around the Potions classroom.
She saw the door, and thought longingly of what lay mere seconds from the outside of it; her freedom. She would almost rather spend her time pretending to study while Colin and Kendra snogged, than be forced to quietly watch the second years make their potion, glancing at her every now and then to be assured they weren't doing anything wrong. The hand on the clock couldn't possibly move any slower.
Her eyes moved along, passing over Snape's desk, which was impeccably clean as usual. She found the dirty cauldrons, resting in a sink, presumably waiting for the next Gryffindors who had detention. They would most definitely spend half the night scrubbing with toothbrushes. Next was the ingredients cupboard.
The brown, wooden cupboard lacked its usual sufficient amount of supplies. The remaining bottles still in it were somewhat cluttered compared to their usual state of organization. Seeing that one of the containers had been knocked over and was slowly spilling its contents, Ginny hurried over to the cupboard, cast a repairing charm and muttered a fleet, 'Scorgify.' In her haste, she hadn't noticed that her replacement had arrived.
"Merlin, I didn't realize a spilt potion could do that to your hair color." A voice said in disgust.
"Stuff it, Malfoy." Ginny retorted without even turning. She closed the cupboard door and walked back over to the desk she had previously been sitting on to grab her bag. Malfoy tried again.
"Off to the library so you can pretend to study?" He asked, his voice radiating in mock pity. Ginny could practically feel the smirk rise on his face as she noticeably stiffened. She took a deep breath, silently counting to ten. She got to the number three before her temper snapped at the truth in his statement.
'How could he, my supposed enemy, have realized that fact before my friends even bothered to take notice?' she thought aghast.
Making sure her face looked impassive, she slowly turned around, tucking a piece of her auburn hair behind her ear. Ginny and Malfoy barely discerned the paused movement from the two Hufflepuffs out of the corner of her eye as they stopped with anticipation to watch what they all knew was an oncoming argument.
Malfoy looked to be in all of his glory, and though his face told nothing, his eyes seemed to say it all. He knew he was right and had correctly assumed that his statement would bother her. Ginny let a smile lightly grace her face, catching Malfoy off guard as his smirk faltered slightly.
"Why are you smiling? You think the truth's funny, do you?" He said with a glare. This had not been what he had expected at all. He was even more startled, however, as Ginny threw her head back and laughed heartily.
"I'm not smiling because I think you're funny, Malfoy." She said calming down, saying his name with anger. "I'm smiling because I know someday, you'll be dead." As she finished she smirked at him, though her eyes were most serious. Malfoy was, at first, shell-shocked, but he quickly bounced back.
"As an outsider, Weasley, what do you think of the human race?" he spat with venom clearly evident in his tone.
"Are you always this stupid, or is today a special occasion?" she asked with a haughty grin. The Hufflepuffs struggled to muffle their snickers. That Hufflepuff lot had some nerve.
"I'm a blonde, what's your excuse?" He said, his eyes narrowing so Ginny could just barely catch the amusement beginning to glint in his silver eyes. She despised that glint with all of her being. He was laughing at her! Furious, she faced the Hufflepuffs.
"Out." She hissed, pointing her right hand towards the door. One look at Ginny's face was enough to have them scurrying. She closed her eyes tightly, taking just one more deep breath, before turning back towards Malfoy.
Her rage was further heightened, however, when she opened her eyes to find the Slytherin smirking, leaning casually against a wall with his arms crossed. He looked as if he did this all the time, and, knowing him, he probably did with Ron, Harry, and Hermione.
"Aw, Weasley, we were just getting started. Why'd you have to kick out our audience?" he said, his eyes practically dancing in humor. This look was not one Ginny was accustomed too, and to be perfectly honest, not something she preferred.
With him…well, flirting, she had no idea what he was going to do next. She knew this was most likely his plan, so she kept up her defense mode, though she was quickly running out of insults.
"You know what I like about rich people, Malfoy? Nothing." Ginny replied, her tone now very icy. It was clear, though, that she was still confused at his demeanor. This one insult seemed to, luckily, strike a nerve, as Ginny jubilantly noted the wretched, amused glint was gone from Malfoy's eyes.
"Do not piss me off, Ginny." He said back just as icily, careful to enunciate her first name, though his voice had lowered seriously. Glad at finally having the upper hand, Ginny smirked.
"Why? Running out of places to hide the bodies? You're pathetic, Draco, you know that?" Now he stood up to his full height, pushing himself off the wall. Raising one fine eyebrow, he quickly fired back.
"Yeah, well at least I'll grow out of it! You, however…" he laughed cruelly. Ginny screeched heatedly. She walked up to him and poked him full force with her finger.
"You." Poke. "Infuriate." Poke. "Me!" Poke. Suddenly, he grabbed her finger and yanked her up against him, locking her body against his chest.
"Shut it, Weasley." He muttered before bringing down his mouth to cover hers. Ginny let out a startled, "Mmph!" as he tenderly kissed her. Though her mind was screaming to stop, her body took over, and within seconds, she was kissing him back more savagely.
He ran his tongue over her lips, begging for entrance, and she quickly responded by opening her mouth to him as their tongues explored. They separated and Ginny wrapped her legs around him as his nibbled on her neck.
Ginny moaned and felt Draco smirk as she shivered. He quickly took hold of her and turned them so that Ginny was now pushed against the stone wall. Taking this as her cue, she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.
"Ahem," they heard someone cough uncomfortably. As if they had been burned, they pushed of each other quickly. Since Ginny was against the wall, she knocked her head against the cold stone and yelped. A blush rose furiously to her cheeks as Draco and Snape gave her an amused look.
"Right, er, I was just leaving." She managed to rush out before grabbing her back and running out of the room. Professor Snape's eyes followed her silently until she was out of sight, and then returned to Draco, his expression becoming stern.
"Draco, I believe you and I need to have a word." He said somberly as he closed the door, conjuring a straight-backed chair in front of his desk before taking a seat. He watched with carefully hidden pride as the young Slytherin's face reverted back to impassive and uncaring.
"Yes, sir?" he prompted, the only sign of the previous events being his labored breathing, but that as well was quickly returning to his regular pace.
"What are your intentions with Miss Weasley?" Snape inquired curiously. Draco's face lost its calm demeanor immediately.
"What?" he cried incredulously. The professor held up a hand to stop further protests.
"Do you realize, Mr. Malfoy, that if word of this got back to your father, things could turn ugly for not only you, but those involved?" he said as he started grading the papers on his desk, trying to remain casual.
"Snape-" the teacher gave him a reproachful look. "Right, sorry. Professor, I think you've completely mistaken what happened tonight. I-we…there's nothing going on between us!" Draco answered, struggling with his words. "It was one heated moment where we both lost our heads."
"That's not quite what it seemed when I walked in. I'm afraid if I hadn't interfered, things could have escalated quite quickly, Draco." Snape said, still annoyingly calm.
"Please, of course things would have escalated! How old do you think we are? But it wouldn't have meant anything and we both knew that the moment we started. One, quick shag to release tension, then it would have gone back to the normal hating feuds every now and then." He seemed very exasperated as Snape simply raised his eyebrows.
"Mr. Malfoy, I had hoped you would have realized this about women. They have this thing, see. It's called feelings. Usually, after an event, such as the one you're suggesting," he said uncomfortably, as this was certainly not his area of expertise. "the woman doesn't automatically think, 'Right! One, quick shag, now we can go back to normal!' Most likely, she'll think something along the lines of, 'Wow, this changes everything! Does he fancy me? More importantly, do I fancy him?' And so on and so forth. Now this is where their feelings kick in, my dear lad." Draco rolled his eyes.
"How would you like it if I interfered in your personal life?" he demanded angrily of the Potions Master, walking to the door and yanking it open.
"I'd hate it. That's why I cleverly have no personal life." Snape said with a smirk. Draco sighed, looking over his shoulder at Snape, his hand resting on the door as he prepared to leave.
"This conversation isn't over, is it?" He asked in a defeated voice. Snape laughed, answering his question. "Thought so," he said tiredly closing the door behind him.
"One, two, three," the professor counted on his fingers. The sound of a fist was heard roughly hitting the door. Then a cry from his student that made Snape chuckle,
"BLOODY HELL!"
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First and foremost, I'm sorry for the delay. I really need to work on getting these chapters out quicker, otherwise this is going to take a whole year! Haha okay, thanks again to the reviewers! It honestly means so much to me!
TropicalTreat101 – It was a pathetic rhyme, I know, haha go ahead and admit it! Thanks for reading and more importantly, reviewing!
Moony's number 1 – Yay! School's finally out for you, so I bet you were just as excited as I was to finally escape! Though this particular scene involving Ginny and Draco was going to happen in this chapter, you gave me a little push to make it more…hmm, shall we say intimate? Haha
Jade Summers – Yessssss… I've been waiting for that stamp of approval! Haha I loved your bio, had me laughing the whole way! And…I think we have a record. 4,127 words! I'm either getting really good at this, or completely obsessed…hmm, I wonder which. Also, I just watched Sleepless in Seattle again on TV, complete coincidence!
.spitxfire. – haha I know, Draco has been quite rude to Ginny, but what can you expect from a Slytherin, and a Malfoy at that!
Outsider Wolf – Thank you! I'm glad you like my story so far, it's my first fic so I'm trying hard. You nailed it, though. She is currently in some sort of prison, though where or why we don't yet know. I've hinted that it isn't Azkaban, but as she's still having these flashbacks (which I'm using to explain the situation) you're given more information. Don't worry, things will all make sense in the end, so keep reading!
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