"But Profes-"
"NO! You two are always disrupting my class with your ceaseless arguments and I've had enough! You will resolve this," McGonagall paused to recollect her thoughts, "this PROBLEM between you two!" She took a deep breathe and the students prepared for the worst, "And until you do, you are not to leave this room!"
With her final verdict, their long-time transfiguration teacher walked out of the room, spell-locking it, leaving behind to very confused people—Draco Malfoy & Ginerva Weasley.
Her voice could be heard through the wall, "I'm placing a charm on the walls, no one will be able to hear anything that goes on in here, and I'm going to conjure up beds. As for food, well, come dinner time, there will be a table and all you'll have to do is say what you want to eat."
McGonagall's footsteps receded, as the two's incredulous, and disbelieving faces look at each other.
"Do you think she was serio—?"
"Are we really stuck h—?"
They both spoke at once, and then stopped to glare at the other.
The redhead pointed an accusing finger at the sixth-year Slytherin, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't said anything about me and Harry, I wouldn't have gotten mad!"
"Well if you two weren't ever born, there would be no Weaselette, no Scarface, and I would have no problems. But we don't always get what we want," Ginerva's longtime enemy drawled, "Of course, I doubt you ever get what you want being as ugly and annoying as you are…"
Her face turned redder after every word, until it seemed she might explode, then she naturally did. "You a-hole! That's what I mean!" her voice was so loud that it seemed she could be heard through the charm. "YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT HOW SOME PEOPLE MIGHT REACT TO THE THINGS THAT YOU SAY!"
"Do you ever think I just don't care?" Malfoy drawled.
This served to only make Ginerva even angrier, and for what seemed hours she spent the time calling Draco every swear word she could think of, and finally after she was winding down, the most unexpected thing came out, "And to THINK that I EVER had a CRUSH on YOU!"
By this time, Draco was understandably intimidated, a witch whose angry, AND on top of that a fiery redhead, known for her temper? Any sane person who could get out of there, would, but as he knew, they were locked in.
With her breathing rapid, and harsh—her face bright and impressive, it was nearly knocked Malfoy of his feet as he realized that she was actually pretty.
Then her words registered in his brain, and a sneer broke out on his face, "You had a crush on me?"
Apparently, the only heir to the Malfoy's fortune, was not the only person who realized what Ginerva had said; so did Ginerva. "N-n-no.." she stuttered
Then suddenly his face turned to one of disgust, "Ugh…a weasel liked me."
But inside his thoughts struggled to clear themselves: I'm lucky I escaped falling for her back, but on second thought, no respectable person would date a Weasley—then again Blaise did say she was hot—and I used to think that all she would be good for would be a one-nighter, at least until I met her, and got to know her enough that I know she would never go for it. With this girl, anything that you get in to, its not gonna be easy to get out of…
"Are you alright?" to Ginerva, Draco looked almost sick, and even though she felt embarrassed, it was not in her nature to just let someone die—even if she hated him.
Draco looked up, "Wh-what?"
"I said 'are you alright?'" she repeated slowly.
"Oh yeah…why do you ask Weaselette?"
Ignoring the snub, because she knew he was shaken for some reason and trying to cover it up, Ginerva replied, "Because like you were about to blow chunks, is it really that disgusting to you to know that I had a crush on you?" she asked matter-of-factly.
NO, "Ugh…don't remind me.."
Ginerva blushed, "Really? I thought it was messed up too."
Wait-wait, what? I really don't think it is, I just can't be nice to you…AHHH! "Why? Am I not good enough for your Weasel family?"
"Well…."
"WELL WHAT?"
"You're the one who said it was disgusting in the first place, and if since you asked, NO, YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR MY WEASEL FAMILY."
Malfoy snorted, "Please, you guys are so poor that I bet you and Ron share a bed."
The once-Ginny, even though it seemed impossible, blushed even harder, "Just shut up, Malfoy, you wouldn't know the meaning of family if it hit you in the face!"
And with that, Ginerva turned, stalked off to her side of the room, and plonked down on her bed, with a book the size of England.
