A/N: Hullo, mates! Just thought I'd send up a small compliment to you all! So, er—thank you! And please review! They (the reviews, you dunderheads) are all fantastic. Though I'm afraid it will take me quite a while to upload chapters, for I am very, very busy at the moment with . . . repairing my vision. This computer screen is really getting to me. Anyway, if you've got any ideas on REVENGE from Draco to Ginny or vice versa, please send them in! It would be great to know what you think about these oh-so-lovely characters. Plot bunnies are always welcome as well! And don't be shy to check out my other very long story Windows (which I am not finished with either). Also: should Voldemort do something in this story? Or should it be all Hogwarts set (let Harry deal with the place bad word here) and fluffy? Dunno—I think that's why I am asking you: the reader, and hopefully, the reviewer. -

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::Margaret Fig::

Ginny looked up at the near-normal clock above Professor McGonagall's desk. If her calculations were correct, lessons for lunch would end in half an hour. So much for "Time flies when you're having fun!" she thought.

'—for emergency purposes only . . . hmm, seems to me this is complete rubbish . . .' Liza said, throwing down the Witch Weekly subscription for that week.

But Alexa reached for it and began reading an article on the transfiguring of an object to lip-gloss.

'—have to do the loopy-motion with your wand and keep your eyes focused on the object you want to turn into lippy g—'

'I didn't know lippy-g was a crucial element in the art of Transfiguration, young ladies,' said the sinister voice of Professor McGonagall from behind Alexa and Liza.

Ginny turned around, silently willing McGonagall not to add to their full detention schedule.

The professor caught the young Weasley's stare and suspiciously eyed her willful smile.

Understanding dawned on McGonagall, but her face remained as stern as ever as she replied to the tense silence, 'Put it away, or I will be forced to take crucial measures and do an entire lesson on writing I will not read the Weekly until class is over, understood?'

The question was answered with silence and relief.

Colin Creevey was watching the ordeal from a table across Ginny's, and couldn't help but stare at the cover of the Witch Weekly. The superstar Morta Christi was on the front cover; once she caught sight of Colin dreamily gazing in her direction she began to flutter her eyelashes and flash smiles at him—she even went as far as blowing him a few kisses.

Because of this, McGonagall added in a whisper, 'And quickly, for Mister Creevey will feel it necessary to snog it!'

All the girls laughed at this and Ginny stuffed it into her satchel.

Twenty-seven minutes left.

Ginny looked down at her parchment and tried to concentrate. But all she could think about was Malfoy and what he would do to her if he caught her by herself heading to Herbology. Ever since that detention, three days ago, Gin had been nervously peering around corners, waiting for Draco's ambush to come. His revenge would not be "light."

Most of the time her friends would be with her, but today they all would head to Divination and she would have to make the long, lonely journey to Herbology unaccompanied.

Her detentions had been Malfoyless because Snape found Draco "snoozing" while he was supposed to be watching the Fifth Years, and "fired" him from his supervisions—also taking five points from Slytherin and giving Draco detention of his own.

What kind of detention was beyond Ginny at the moment.

She was still trying to find a way to avoid Malfoy on her way to the greenhouses. It could have been very easy, but the Sixth Years were having Herbology at this very moment and the chances of running into Malfoy were greatly increased.

Ginny blinked and reread the directions at the top of her paper. She still hadn't been able to complete Step One of her assignment. No doubt Professor McGonagall would double up on Ginny's homework if she didn't finish transfiguring her plant bud into a fig before class ended.

Twenty-five minutes left.

Twenty-five minutes left to turn the plant bud into a fig.

But how?

Ginny glanced over at what Liza was doing. She was the expert at this nonsense anyway.

Elizabeth's eyes glared at the wee little plant and she pointed her want at it, highly resolute.

'Ficus Forma!' Elizabeth bellowed as her wand cut through the air. Her eyes were narrowed with grand concentration.

The plant bud suddenly began to grow larger and larger; its bud sprang out with a fast-growing fig.

Full success!

'Fantastic!' McGonagall encouraged from the other side of the room.

Twenty-two minutes of class left.

Ginny was completely distressed.

Ginny, hoping to be a great actress, plagiarized Liza's movements as she too looked at her little weed, pointed her wand at it, and hissed, 'Ficus Forma!'

Her little plant began growing thicker and taller, like a tree, sprouting many branches; twigs branching off with large, wide leaves, and clusters of buds near the trunk grew into large, juicy figs.

A fig tree stood in front of Ginny, fruit weighing down the short branches here and there along its vastness.

Seeing as it took up a lot more space than the little pot where the one-stalk plant once stood, roots cracked it open and they stretched and climbed onto Ginny's desk, finally plunging through the ground, searching for water.

She was surprised she could grow such a thing. And surprised that such a thing could cause such destruction; and surprised that such destruction would be paid for . . .

'Professor, I—I . . . I'm sorry—I didn't mean for—' she stuttered as McGonagall made her way over to the large bush in front of the youngest Weasley.

'It's quite alright, my dear,' she said quietly.

McGonagall's face being obscured by the dense wild-growing fig-tree, Ginny couldn't tell exactly what was running through the professor's mind.

Just great! This crap "spell" overdid itself! And now I'll have to pay for its extreme crapnosity!

'Observe, everyone, Miss Weasley's success,' McGonagall recited as if a large fig tree cracking her floor called for the grandest of celebrations.

Alexa murmured, 'Has she gone mad?'

'Too much time with Dumbledore, I suspect,' Colin replied in a whisper.

Ginny cracked a smile at this comment, and stifled a giggle. To anyone else unable to see her behind the fig tree, it would've sounded as if she were taking pride of her accomplishment—but for those who could see her, could also read her expression of amusement and bafflement.

McGonagall approached the youngest Weasley with a slight lighter mood, a "swing in her step," and a twinkle in her eyes, visible behind her square-framed spectacles.

'Miss Weasley, I hope you understand how it is you created this . . . tree,' she said.

'I don't actually, sorry Professor McGonagall,' Gin replied uneasily.

'Well, this sort of advancement with such a simpler spell such as a "Ficus Forma!" calls for a stronger concentration for it to develop and progress into a stronger device—an emotion if you will. If you were extremely happy, sad, depressed, hyper, mad . . . stressed, or even tired, it could have triggered the stalk to take on the form of a fig tree . . . er, forest, actually,' McGonagall said as she looked at the ever-growing tree. It wasn't even a tree anymore, but almost a vine mounting onto the many walls of the room. It was practically eating the room.

Colin's eyes gleamed with delight.

A Hufflepuff, Margaret Ruscher, climbed onto her table trying to tackle the fig tree. Apparently, it had taken a hold of her wand. Amongst her moans for assistance, most everyone stood up and tried to wrestle her wand out of the tangled shrubs. The Transfiguration teacher had a different idea, though.

'Quiet! Everyone back to their seats! Miss Ruscher, I could have expected better from you—I thought you had learned a few things useful from Professor Flitwick's class. Do you or do you not recall the Summoning Charm?'

Margaret was mortified. 'I—I—' she stuttered.

'Well? Try it, Miss Ruscher,' McGonagall huffed.

'It doesn't work without a wand!' Margaret cried as she burst into tears.

'Oh, doesn't it? Margaret, come here,' the professor said, in a softer tone.

Margaret rubbed her tears away vigorously and scurried to her professor. 'Yes, Professor?' she asked quite hesitantly. Her eyes were low on the ground.

'It is wandless magic—quite simple if you are in such an anxious state. Again, strong emotions correspond to enhance the effects of magic—even without a wand. Now, Miss Ruscher, please relax,' McGonagall said.

The class watched as Margaret breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. By now, nearly everyone had come into contact with a creeping vine or burst of fig juice. Ginny was baffled; the professor hadn't a thought to the hungry forest of figs. Instead she was preoccupied with teaching Margaret to relax. Well, someone had to do it. The poor girl's so panicky. It was getting annoying.

'Perform the charm, please,' McGonagall instructed.

Margaret opened her eyes and shot her hand out in the direction of where she last saw her precious stick of magic. Abruptly she shouted, 'Accio Wand!'

A zooming sound was heard about the chamber, but it was unclear where it was coming from. Suddenly, Margaret toppled to the floor in a heap of robes. A loud gasp was shared between the spectators of this scene and they all hurried over to the girl clutching her head.

'Ow! What was that?' Margaret said hysterically. 'It could have killed me! Who did that? I am really going to—oh,'

Her wand was lying beside her, twitching towards her hand. Margaret blushed a deep crimson. Recollecting her pride, she stood up, wand in hand, and strode to her seat . . . which was no more. It was enveloped in huge leaves.

Most of the class was trying very hard not to laugh, including Professor McGonagall.

Eight minutes of class left.

McGonagall regained her composure and cleared her throat. All the giggling ceased and all eyes were upon her. 'Please turn in your assignment—or at least what is left of it. Miss Weasley that does not apply to you; we can very well see your accomplishment. As soon as that is done, I will need some help to clear these trees before they—'

A shrill breaking of glass resonated throughout the room, and McGonagall grimaced. '—before they get to the windows. Ah well, better get Argus,'

Ginny, Liza, Amber, and Alexa dug through the entanglement of leaves and retrieved their belongings. Colin dove right into the fig bunches.

The students who could find their written work left it in a pile on a stool at the foot of McGonagall's desk.

Five minutes of lessons left.

'Anyone care to help?' McGonagall's voice said from within the shrubs. Ginny, feeling extremely guilty, could not just leave the taming to her professor. She made her way to where her seat used to be. She pushed her hands through the twisting branches of the fig tree and felt for its trunk. Locating it, she kept her left hand around it, while her right whipped out her wand. She tapped it against the trunk, and whispered 'Desino!' Swiftly, the trees of figs became only glittering silhouettes and the glitter gradually fell to the ground. Much shock was heard, seeing as many students had fallen over due to the fact that the trees were supporting them and had just vanished, disintegrated, beneath them.

'Thank you, Miss Weasley,' McGonagall said, after standing up, for she too was one that had fallen over.

'Anytime, Professor,' Ginny answered sweetly. She smiled and skipped over to her friends just as the end-of-lessons bell rang. They strode out into the corridor in silence, Colin's bag bulging slightly.

'Creevey, what have you got in there?' Alexa demanded.

Colin just smiled. He reached into his bag and pulled out something orange and tear-drop shaped. His smile brightened. 'Fig, anyone?'

A/N: Sorry for the long, long wait! I've been extremely busy with the play—we've just had our last show. And our homework has been piling up by the loads as end-of-term approaches. The last day of school is May 25th. SUMMER HOLS ROCK!!! But don't expect me to get more punctual; I'll have band camp as I enter High School (I'll be in the Colour Guard) and I am going to Cancun, Mexico and to Nicaragua as well. But more chapters should be up soon. Remember to review! Tell me what you think so far—ideas are always welcome. Oh yes, I have a question for you lot: How were you introduced to fanfiction? Please answer my question! Sharing is caring, as Vaneesha says. Cheers and Toodles!
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