1Chapter 2
"Unwritten"
"Feel the rain on your skin,
No one else can feel it for you,
only you can let it in,
no one else, no one else,
can speak the words on your lips.
Drench yourself in words unspoken,
live your life with arms wide open,
Today is, where your book begin,
the rest is still unwritten."
-Natasha Bendingfield "Unwritten
It was only their third day back and Harry already had them practicing for Quiddich. "Is he out of his mind?" Ginny thought as she watched Harry yell at Ron for missing a goal, though they had only been playing for about 10 minutes.
"Come on Ginny, pay attention. Go practice with the other Chasers." Harry said sternly, obviously forgetting about Ron once he saw Ginny just hovering in midair. Harry immediately realized what he had just said and wanted to take it back.
Ginny huffed and took off on her broom towards the other chasers.
Harry couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked when she was flying. Her long, red hair flew away from her face, and her eyes flamed with concentration. How could he have been so stupid as to talk to Ginny like that? He couldn't control himself when it came to Quidditch. Somehow, he just automatically switched in "captain" mode whenever he sat down on a broom.
Ginny slowly drug her way to the Quidditch locker rooms. Practice seemed to last forever. Her legs and arms ached, and her head pounded. She wished she could just fall down right where she was, in the middle of the Quidditch field, and go to sleep. All her other teammates had already gone to the locker rooms, in such a rush to leave. Ginny couldn't find the strength to run, so she just picked up her feet one by one, hoping that it wouldn't hurt whenever she stepped down.
Suddenly people started flooding into the Quidditch field. Speaks of green, silver, and black gleamed in the sunlight. The newest and most updated brooms were firmly gripped in their right hands. They marched almost identical, coming onto the center of the field.
"Great, the whole Slytherin Quidditch team coming for their practice, and here I still am," Ginny mumbled. She picked up her pace, though a throbbing pain was sent throughout her body whenever she stepped down.
Ginny was slowly walking past the Slytherin team. She received death glares, and little smirks as she passed. Pansy Parkinson even made an attempt to rile Ginny up by sneering, " Think you could get off of the field by the time our practice is scheduled, you little blood traitor."
"You better keep your mouth shut Parkinson, unless you want boiling pimples all over your already gruesome face," Ginny growled, glancing at her with blazing eyes. Pansy didn't say anything but just kept on walking. Ginny looked ahead of her once more and saw only two Slytherin's left, Draco Malfoy and some other Slytherin he was talking to. Ginny couldn't help but glance at Draco. After their encounter the other day, she had been looking at him more often, noticing things she had never noticed before. Such as, when she watched Draco walk out of the Great Hall, he kindly opened up the door for some fellow students, who weren't even Slytherins. That seemed so unlike the Draco Malfoy she had always known. The one that hated her, hated her brothers, and hated her friends. This year something was different about Draco, and it intrigued Ginny. Not knowing something kills her, and she would love to figure it out.
Draco shot a glance over at Ginny. She was the only Gryffindor left on the field. Since that day when he had met Ginny in the hall, he couldn't quit thinking about her. She gave off these vibes that made him want to get to know her better, like she was hiding another side of her, that he wanted to get to know. Thoughts like "She's a WEASLEY Draco, what are you thinking?" always ran through his head, but he still couldn't stop thinking about her long red hair, or those beautiful green eyes. "Running a little late Weasley?" Draco smirked.
"Only practicing extra so we can beat Slytherin in our first match of the year Draco, not that we need to practice anyways," Ginny announced, making sure she said it loud enough for him to hear, but for a few Slytherins around her to hear too.
"Well, we'll just see now won't we," Draco glared.
Ginny gave a small smile before replying,"I guess we will then," and walking off of the field. She strutted her legs, trying to not walk like she was worn out, even though the pain was unbearable.
Draco glanced back and watched Ginny as she walked across the rest of the Quidditch pitch, making her way to the exit. "Damn Weasley," he muttered shaking his head, as he ran to catch up with the rest of his team.
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The rest of the week was a mess. With the upcoming Quidditch match, Slytherin vrs. Gryffindor, Harry was running practices like crazy. They had practice almost everyday, except when they got their 1-day off, but even this day off didn't help, because their homework had piled up onto huge stacks.
"WHEN WILL IT STOP!" Ginny screamed in frustration while throwing down her quill.
"Ginny, It's not that bad," Hermione informed her, as she watched Ginny bang her head on the table, over and over and over. "Ginny, will you PLEASE stop that," Hermione huffed.
"It isn't that bad for YOU Hermione. You can finish your homework in a minute, plus you don't have Quidditch practice to deal with," Ginny snapped back.
"Chill out Ginny. I have Quidditch practice, and I still get everything done," Ron said casually while popping a Berty Bott's Every Flavor Bean in his mouth. He cringed. "Must have got a bad flavor," Ginny thought.
"And how do you manage to do that, Ronald?" Ginny questioned him sarcastically.
"I just don't do it," Ron laughed, opening a chocolate frog wrapper.
"Exactly," Ginny replied.
"Ron, that is awful! You know that you could get kicked out of Hogwarts if you failed?" Hermione started. "Here it goes," Ginny thought.
"I'm not going to fail Hermione. I do my homework, sometimes." Ron added under his breath.
"Well if you do your homework it obviously isn't done good then," Hermione bickered," since you are devouring sweets over there when the rest of us are slaving over our homework!"
"Will you guys stop! I'm trying to work out some kind of strategy so we can beat Slytherin!" Harry yelled.
Ron and Hermione continued to argue, ignoring Harry's complaints.
"Will you all just STOP!" Ginny yelled as she slammed her books shut. She grabbed the rest of her stuff and stormed out of the common room.
"Where are you going?" Ron yelled after her, but Ginny didn't answer.
She was so going to the library. Maybe there it would be quiet and peaceful, and she wouldn't have to listen to Ron's and Hermione's childish arguments, or Harry's game plans. She needed to get away from it all.
Ginny walked into the library and tried to find a table to sit at. Almost every seat was taken, mostly with all of the two Quidditch teams that were playing soon. "Seems like both teams are having trouble," Ginny thought to herself. There was one seat left at the back table, right beside none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Why do I always run into him!" Ginny thought before slipping into her seat. She opened up her potions book and began to make notes on antidotes to strong love potions. She cut her eyes over at Draco. To her surprise, he had been looking at her too! He quickly glanced away.
"How could you be so stupid?" Draco yelled to himself. "I can't help but look at her," Draco's other voice answered him. She had saw him looking at her, but it was so hard not to watch. Her handwriting was perfect, and he loved the way she twirled the quill in her fingers when she was thinking. There was something wrong with him. Why was he thinking like this? Hadn't he always hated her family? What all of a sudden made him so attracted to her? He cut his eyes at her again. She was scribbling madly on a piece of parchment. He looked back at his own potions homework. He came here to get away from everyone, and now he couldn't concentrate for looking at Ginny.
"Ow, Malfoy get off my foot!" Ginny squealed.
"Well if you weren't so close to me, I wouldn't have stepped on it," Malfoy smirked.
"You know you just wanted to touch me," Ginny smiled wickedly. Draco looked stunned.
"I know I did," Malfoy said smiling. Ginny didn't expect him to say that. She thought he would say something like, "Why would I wanna touch a grimy little Weasley like you?" Draco had wanted to surprise her. She thought she knew everything.
"Ha, you wish," Ginny snorted. She went back to staring at her paper. She looked over at Draco again and caught him staring at her.
"What are you staring at!" Ginny snapped.
"You," Draco smiled as he turned back to his own homework.
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The rest of the time in the library Draco and Ginny just exchanged glances every now and then, trying to do their homework. Ginny didn't get much done, but she enjoyed herself. Messing with Draco was fun. She loved to try and think of new comebacks to say to him when he made snide remarks towards her. She didn't want to admit it, but she was getting quite found of Draco.
She slipped on her Gryffindor Quidditch robes. The game was about to start, and she was in the locker rooms getting ready. She really hoped they would win. For one, maybe Harry would lay off a few practices and give them some time to live. Another reason is that she wanted something she could rub in Malfoy's face next time she saw him.
Ginny walked with the rest of the team to the entrance of the Quidditch pitch. Harry started babbling about the plan, but Ginny didn't pay attention. She was ready to fly.
Finally, the team started making there way onto the field. The Slytherins were coming in from the opposite edge of the field. Cheers and boos erupted throughout the stands. The players took their positions, and before Ginny knew it everyone was up in the air. She raced towards the quaffle. She ducked and twirled around her broom as Slytherin hands reached for her. The quaffle fell into her hands. She gripped her broom tightly and raced across the field. Her hair was blowing in the wind, and the rush of the cool air soothed her body. A Slytherin chaser came up to her right and dove suddenly in front of her. She rose up, never losing one second of her speed. Ginny loved this. She loved to race everyone, to have to figure out what to do at the last minute, to make guesses and see if they come out right...
"AND GRYFFINDOR SCORES," a voice erupted through the stands,"Ginny Weasley is on fire!"
"Stop her!" Ginny heard Draco yell from up in the air, as he saw her dodge in front of Pansy Parkinson, making her lose her grip and drop the quaffle. Hearing Draco practically say she was a threat, just made her want to score even more. Ginny grabbed it and zoomed back to her side of the field. "Pick what you want, and make it happen," Ginny explained to herself as she threw the quaffle into one of the hoops.
"SCORE FOR GRYFFINDOR!" the voice shouted once again from the stands. Cheers and screams poured from the Gryffindor side, while Slytherins shouted "Take her down!" Ginny glanced up for a second and saw Harry staring down at her smiling.
"She is the best chaser I have ever saw," Harry thought to himself as he saw her race after the Slytherin chaser. He loved everything about the way Ginny flew, from the way she gripped her broom, to the way she would twirl all the way around the broom and come back up, without even taking a breath.
A Slytherin chaser retrieved the quaffle and flew down the field. He zoomed and swerved out of Gryffindor's reach. Ginny followed closely behind. Just as he was about to throw the ball, Ginny did a turn and swatted the quaffle out of his hands. It slowly started to fall to the ground. She plunged towards the quaffle, her hands wrapped around it, and once again she was dodging, turning, flipping, and zooming around all the Slytherins. The Slytherin beaters hit bludgers her way, but she dove away from them all. Finally, she reached the goal posts again. "You can always get what you want," she chuckled to herself as she threw the quaffle into yet, another hoop.
"WEASLEY IS TEARING UP THE GOAL POSTS!" A voice sang. Ginny's heart lept. She loved Quidditch, as long as she could play it her way. She didn't like the practices, but when the moment came for when it counts, she gave it all she had. Ginny stopped for a minute to catch her breath. Before she knew what had happened, everything was turning black, and the last thing she saw was her broom getting farther, and farther away.
Ginny opened her eyes. The room around her was black. The sheets on the bed were scratchy and they hurt her when she moved. Where was she at? She looked to her right and saw a row of beds beside her. She was in the hospital wing. What happened to her? Her head throbbed and her knees ached. There was a small bandage taped the top of her forehead. The last thing she knew she had fallen off her broom and woke up here. She sighed.
"I see you've woken up," a voice to her left spoke. Ginny jumped. She looked at the person to her left. It was Draco.
"You were moaning in your sleep," he continued. Draco had been watching Ginny sleep for hours. Even though she was moaning slightly, she looked beautiful. Her hair wrapped gently around her face and her eyelids fluttered. " What, are you scared of me or something Weasley?"
"No, I just thought I was alone," Ginny snapped, "Well, what happened to you? Did you head finally explode from all that arrogance?"
"Haha, funny. I can't help it that every girl in Hogwarts wants me," Draco smiled.
"You wish," Ginny sneered," You still didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
"Well if you must now, I was diving for the snitch. Right as I was about to hit the ground a bludger cut right in front of me. I lost control and fell. I woke up and I was in here. Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let me leave. Said something along the lines of ," You need rest Mr. Malfoy," or whatever it was." Draco sighed.
"Smooth," Ginny chuckled.
"At least I didn't just sit there on my broom and let a bludger knock me right in the head." Malfoy smirked.
"I didn't just sit there!" Ginny shot up furiously," I was catching my breath! If you didn't notice I had scored 3 goals already and the game had just started."
"Yeah, I think everyone noticed," Draco mumbled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny glared.
"Nothing, show off," Draco said coughing the last two words.
"Words don't hurt me Draco," Ginny smirked.
"I guess I'll have to find another was to torture you this year then, won't I?" he replied.
There was a short pause of silence. Ginny turned to her side facing Draco. He was looking up at her.
"You know, I could so take advantage of you right now," Draco laughed looking at the bandage on Ginny's head. He enjoyed this thing they had going. He liked the challenge.
"That's so like you, Malfoy, to take advantage of a girl while she is hurt," Ginny smiled. She could take on any challenge he threw at her.
"You know us Malfoys," Draco darted his eyes over to Ginny scanning her up and down again.
Another pause.
"You've changed this year," Ginny blurted out.
"Really? Well, I'm not the only one, look at you," Draco grinned as he continued to look at her," almost every guy wants you."
"Well, I'm not that easy to get." Ginny said looking into Draco's face,"Obviously you are, seeing how many girls you've gotten,"
"A bunch of sluts, yeah I'm so lucky. I'm tired of those girls. I want something new. Something that isn't just handed to me." Ginny was surprised at how much Draco was talking to her, telling her stuff like this. He changed the subject. "Your a good chaser." Draco continued.
Ginny knew exactly what to say. She was going to make Draco want her. She loved playing games with his mind. "You know what else I'm good at," Ginny asked seductively, as she slowly got up out of the bed, even though a excruciating pain ran threw her legs when she put pressure on them.
"What are you doing?" He asked shocked.
"Answer my question," Ginny replied still making her way to his bed.
"Fine, what?" finally giving up and asking.
"Kissing," with that she bent forward and kissed his lips and pulled away slowly. She made her way back to her bed and laid down.
Draco mouth hung open slightly. His insides froze. He couldn't believe she just did that. Was she crazy? Did she know what would happen if anyone, especially their families, would do if they had seen her do that?
"Malfoys and Weasleys are supposed to hate each other. That wasn't a good idea." Draco said looking at Ginny.
"Unlike you, I could care less what others, or my family thinks. You need to do things for yourself sometimes." Ginny laughed, looking at the dazed expression on his face.
"But...w-why...how?..." he stuttered.
"Shut up and go to sleep Draco," Ginny replied yawning.
"You really know how to make a guy go crazy, don't you Weasley?" he asked, still not believing what she had just done.
"Yeah, I guess so," Ginny sighed.
With that, they both fell asleep.