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Chapter 7
"Your Cold, Cold, Heart"
"I've tried so hard my dear to show,
that your my every dream.
Yet your afraid that each thing I do,
is just evil scheme.
A memory from your lonesome past,
keeps us so far apart.
Why can't I free your doubtful mind,
and melt your cold, cold heart?"
-Norah Jones "Cold, Cold Heart"
Draco walked swiftly down the empty corridor. This was the most confusing night he had experienced. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his bed in the Slytherin common room, and then waking up to see Ginny Weasley's terrified face staring back at him in the middle of an empty corridor. Not to mention it was almost midnight.
Thoughts ran threw Draco's mind as he picked his feet up more quickly.
Why was she so scared? What had made her look at him with such a terrified expression? Had he done something to her that he hadn't known about? Or had she done something to him...?
What if she was planning this all along? Maybe she had came and got Draco, putting him into a deep sleep, and then he woke up to ruin her plans? But what was she doing to him? And why?
"I wonder if this is revenge, for treating her and her brothers so badly," Draco thought to himself, his feet now running down the corridor. What if the whole Weasley family was in on this?
Draco thought more about this idea. No, he didn't think she would do that to him. Plus, her brothers wouldn't let her kiss him like that. They would just want her to trick him.
He was nearing the Slytherin common room.
But maybe she was just tricking him herself? Draco couldn't seem to find a reason to why Ginny Weasley would want to set him up like that. Plus, she would be putting herself in risk, after kissing him. Also, her explanation made a lot of sense. He was just letting his imagination run wild...
But Draco still couldn't help thinking that maybe it was all a plot, and that Ginny Weasley was finally getting her revenge.
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Ginny's feet flew down the corridor, slamming roughly onto the cold, stone floor. Her footsteps echoed down the empty hall, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was get back to her common room. The events from earlier that night ran through her head.
Draco.
Ginny had seen him walking down the corridor in somewhat of a trance, moving stiffly and quietly. Then she had witnessed him collapse onto the floor. She ran to see what was wrong with him, but when he had opened his eyes she hadn't seen the familiar gray, but a piercing, blood red.
She felt cold shivers run down her spine.
They had been so, so red.
Ginny sighed in relief as she saw the portrait of the fat lady nearing. She let her thoughts wonder back to Draco.
What had he been doing? Was he really sleepwalking? Why had his eyes turned red? What was wrong with him?
Ginny mumbled to password to the fat lady after receiving a lecture about staying out to late. She stumbled into the common room and made her way to her dormitory door.
She needed to get sleep. There was a Quidditch Match not tomorrow but the next day, and she needed rest. Ginny smiled slightly to herself as she remembered her bet with Draco.
She slipped quietly over to her four-poster bed. The pillow welcomed her head with enthusiasm as her eyelids drooped lower and lower. Those bright red eyes...
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"GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU LITTLE FIRST YEARS!" Ginny shrieked, pushing a small boy out of her way and walking through. The hall was packed with people, mostly first years, and she was going to be late for potions if they didn't hurry. A group of small girls turned around and looked at Ginny. Ginny opened her eyes and eyebrows wide, her lips slamming together tightly. The girls scurried away.
"Ginny! Don't be so mean to them! You were once one too!" Hermione goggled, looking at Ginny with an astounded expression.
"Well...they...won't...get...out...of...my...way..," Ginny spoke through clenched teeth, shoving several first years out her path.
"That's no excuse! At least say excuse me!" Hermione snapped.
Ginny gave an annoying sigh and threw her shoulders down.
"Fine. Sorry. I just haven't had much sleep." Ginny mumbled, turning her attention back to the new group of crowded first years now in her way.
"You better be getting more sleep Ginny, our game is tomorrow," Harry announced, his body buried in the swarm of students around him.
Ron froze. His eyes were wide.
"T-the games tomorrow?" he stuttered out, a look of horror upon his pale face.
"Um, yeah Ron. Where have you been?" Ginny spoke at him with a look of total surprise on her face. How could he not have known the game was tomorrow?
"I-I-I don't know." Ron stuttered out, his mouth hanging open, and his eyes still wide.
"MOVE!" a seventh year boy shouted from behind Ron, giving him a little push. Ron snapped back into reality.
"Oh no. Oh no no no no no no! It can't be tomorrow! I would have remembered! Why didn't I remember? Harry, your kidding right?" Ron spoke, his voice now at the speed of 100mph.
Ginny tuned them out as she heard Harry begin to argue with Ron. Her useless brother. Ginny looked up ahead of her and saw a familiar head of bright-blonde hair moving up and down. Draco. She didn't know why, but whenever she saw him her stomach would drop. When had she ever been nervous around anyone? Brave, sassy, Ginny Weasley nervous? That wasn't normal.
"OW!" Ginny shrieked as a sharp pain ran through her toes. She looked over and saw a dark-headed boy looking up at her. She saw him roll his eyes and continue to walk forward.
"THAT'S IT!" She yelled as she yanked her wand out of her pocket. "PIEDRACINE!"
A jet of dark green light shot out of the tip of Ginny's wand and hit the boy.
He froze. Long roots started to grow out of his feet and plant onto the floor. He struggled to pull his feet up, but the roots held them down. His arms flew around him helplessly.
"GINNY!" Hermione shrieked as she watched the struggling boy grab his leg and yank at it.
"That'll teach you to step on my foot," Ginny sneered as she walked by him.
"Ginny, how could you? Undo that now!..." Hermione spoke, anger rising in her voice.
Ginny stuffed her wand back in her pocket and flew around. She strutted away, leaving an angry Hermione, a confused Ron, and a worried Harry behind.
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Ginny threw her books down onto her desk. This was starting off to be the worst morning. She knew she shouldn't have cursed that boy, or yelled at Hermione, but she couldn't help it. She was especially grumpy today since she had no sleep the night before, and she knew there was a Quidditch match coming up. The idea of having to sit through double Potions wasn't making her feel any better either...
"Attention!" Snape glared at the class. Everyone fell silent. "Today we will be learning how to conjure the Remembering Potion. This potion causes the drinker to remember whatever he or she has forgotten..."
"Duh," Ginny mumbled, rolling her eyes.
"Excuse me Miss Weasley?" Snape sneered, turning around to face her. She stared directly into his black eyes.
"Nothing.." Ginny answered.
"You will answer me using my name Miss Weasley," Snape snapped.
"Nothing, Professor Snape," Ginny answered sarcastically.
"Detention, and 10 points from Gryffindor," Snape smiled, triumph written on his face.
"But Professor Snape–"
"No arguing or I'll make it 20 points."
"But there's a Quidditch match tomorrow!" Ginny shrieked.
"Well, I guess you'll have to come after the game then, won't you?" Snape snarled.
Ginny clinched her teeth together as she watched Snape swirl around. How dare he? How dare he? The last thing she wanted was a detention!
Ginny rolled her eyes to Snape's back. This was turning out to be the worst day...
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Draco twirled and turned his burnt-chicken around with his fork. He watched the charcoal-black turn around and around on his plate. His stomach churned and he dropped his fork in revulsion. That was disgusting.
Draco plopped his elbow on the table and rested his chin on it. His cold, gray eyes scanned the Great Hall. Blaise Zabani was chuckling to himself as he wrapped his arm around some black-headed Slytherin girl. A group of Hufflepuff girls were all staring at someone sitting at the Gryffindor table. Draco followed their gaze and his eyes fell on Ginny. She was sitting by herself at the table. She smirked at the Hufflepuff girls and they turned around quickly. He laughed to himself. Maybe he was rubbing off on her...
She was staring moodily at her plate, stuffing a pumpkin pastry into her mouth. Her eyebrows were scrunched together in frustration and her fiery red hair fell gently around her face. She stabbed a piece of steak with her fork and placed it roughly in her mouth.
What was up with her?
Draco smiled to himself. Yes, he sure was rubbing off on her. Not as if Ginny wasn't fiery enough herself. She had always been wild and adventurous. Her red hair suited her perfectly, because she was wild and fiery just like it. Draco liked that. He liked that for once he didn't have to be the one to talk first, to make conversation, to kiss. It was comforting to him.
Ginny slammed her glass of pumpkin juice onto the table.
Draco laughed again. Yep, he really was rubbing off on her...
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Ginny thrashed around in her sleep.
Draco's gray eyes pierced into her. But they started to change...
His pupils grew smaller and thinner, until they were two slits. His gray color slowly started to fade and they became a brighter and brighter red.
NO! No! Stop! How could this have happened! Why? Draco, come back! Come back!
"Ginny wake up!" Hermione's voice called. Draco's bright red eyes became blurrier and blurrier and her dormitory became clearer and clearer. Hermione's wide, brown eyes were staring back at her. Her arm was gripping Ginny's shoulder tightly.
"Ginny, are you okay?" Hermione asked, placing her palm on Ginny's forehead. It was burning hot.
"Yeah, yeah, I think I'm fine," spoke Ginny, her voice barely audible.
"Ginny, you have got to do something about these nightmares! Go to Madam Pompfrey or Dumbledore. Maybe Madam Pompfrey could give you a potion to stop them, and I'm sure Dumbledore wouldn't mind hearing about them either." Hermione told Ginny sternly, while stroking the loose pieces of red hair out of her face. Ginny wondered how Hermione could be so nice to her, when Ginny had just yelled at her earlier that day.
"Okay, thanks Hermione." Ginny smiled.
"Your welcome. Now get some rest, you've got a game tomorrow." Hermione spoke softly before turning back to her four-poster bed.
"Alright, night." Ginny replied, closing her eyelids once again.
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Harry tapped his spoon on the edge of his plate nervously.
Click...Click...Click...Click..
"Harry," said Ginny, as she glared viciously at Harry's spoon.
Click...Click...Click...Click...
"Harry!" Ginny said, raising her voice a little louder.
Click...Click...Click..Click...
"HARRY!" Ginny yelled, her eyes about to pop out of her head.
"Oh," Harry answered, finally realizing what he was doing. He lay the spoon gently down onto his full plate.
"Ron you have GOT to eat something," Hermione spoke sternly. Ron stared meaningless at his full plate.
"I'm not hungry," he whispered silently.
"Ron, come on eat something." Hermione urged on.
Ron pushed his plate away from him. Hermione sighed.
"I hope we beat Ravenclaw today," Ginny spoke, trying to break the silence.
"Yeah, me too. I think our strategy is getting good don't you? And Ron you can save goals really good now... and you know Ginny your awesome. Katie Bell is really good too. Jimmy Peakes has really learned how to aim the bludger better and.."
Ginny tuned Harry out as he continued to ramble on about Quidditch. She didn't need anything else to think about.
Ginny watched Draco place a piece of bacon into his mouth. She really did hope they won. Maybe Draco would live up to his bet...
She smiled slightly to herself as she turned her attention back to Harry, Hermione and Ron.
"I think you guys should better get going," Hermione ordered.
"Yeah your right. See you later 'Mione." Harry answered as he slowly got up out of his seat. Ron stood up stiffly, still looking straight ahead. Ginny followed.
The day was slightly warm, and the trees swayed gently in the breeze. Harry's feet squished against the grass. Ginny followed closely behind him and Ron, making their way towards the Quidditch field. Ginny could already see people filing into the stands.
They finally reached the Gryffindor changing rooms. Ginny walked in first, looking around as she saw her fellow teammates sitting quietly on the wooden benches. Harry immediately walked up to the front and started talking about the game.
Before Ginny knew it, they were lined up in front of the door leading out onto the pitch. Ginny felt the pits of her stomach churn uncomfortably. Her hands were sweaty against her smooth broom handle. Ginny looked over at Ron. His face was pale, and his hands shook slightly.
"You'll do fine," Ginny whispered to him. He only shook his head.
"Okay guys, here we go." Harry announced, while mounting his broom.
Cheers and boos erupted around Ginny as she flew onto the pitch. The wind blew against Ginny's face, and her body slumped closely up onto her broom.
"Everyone in position!" Madam Hooch announced, looking around her. "On my whistle then. One...Two...Three!"
The snitch, quaffle and bludgers zoomed through the air. Ginny raced towards the Quaffle and plunged down. Demelza Robins, a Gryffindor chaser, took the Quaffle and Ginny followed close behind. The three chasers lined up in a row, Katie, Demelza, and Ginny, and raced down the field. Harry stood hovering above the game, keeping his eye out for the golden snitch.
A bludger flew right across the front of Demelza's broomstick. She fumbled the Quaffle before it finally tipped out of her hands. Ginny dived forward and scooped it up. The Ravenclaw keeper stared at Ginny with a malicious gleam in his eye. Ginny flew suddenly to the right and he followed. Ginny jerked her broom back around, and within a second, the Quaffle was soaring through the far left hoop.
"And there's Ginny with another score," the commentator, Zackiarus Smith, spoke, slightly disappointed with Gryffindor's early lead. He had never really favored Gryffindor, being on the Hufflepuff team himself...
Harry took a quick glance down at his team. His bright green eyes scanned the field. He watched as one of the Ravenclaw beaters drew his club back wickedly, and swung with a loud thump that even traveled to Harry's ears, at the nearest bludger. The bludger soared threw the air, heading straight towards Ginny.
Harry wanted to scream. He wanted to yell a word of caution to Ginny but he couldn't find his voice. Please don't let that hit her...
Ginny turned around just in time to see the big, black bludger soaring straight at her. She twisted her body under the broom and hung on upside down, her broom still sailing straight forward. The bludger flew right at the spot where Ginny's head had just been.
She flipped her leg back over the broom and faced right side-up once again. She let out a deep breath. That was so close...
Ginny's hair whooshed around her as she saw a red and gold blur fly past. Harry must have spotted the snitch, for he was sailing straight towards the ground. Before the Ravenclaw seeker, Cho Chang, had even noticed, Harry's fingers were laced tightly around the shining, golden, ball.
Screams and cheers filled the air, and the fans swarmed onto the field. Harry held the bright snitch over his head triumphantly. Ginny grinned widely, cheering along with the rest of the Gryffindor team.
Later in the changing rooms, Ginny slowly placed her Quidditch robes in a small pile on a nearby bench. Everyone had already left and gone back up to the castle, but Ginny wasn't really that hungry, so she stayed behind. Her heart still thumped with excitement from the game. She was so happy they won. But what about Draco? Was he going to go through with his bet?
The floor creaked softly behind Ginny and she jerked her head around. She sighed quietly as she saw Draco's pale lips curl into a wicked smile. He was leaned up against the cabinet that kept their broomsticks, one hand placed lazily against the wood, and one leg crossed over the other. Ginny smiled back and chuckled slightly.
"What's so funny?" Draco sneered, watching as Ginny turned around and walked over to him. Pieces of her dark, red hair stood up straight and her eyes sparkled more than usual. They were watery and bright. Draco guessed the wind must have been rough up on the broom.
"Um, I don't know. Maybe it's the way your so arrogantly propped up against our teams broom cupboard that's making me laugh." Ginny joked.
"Your so funny Ginny. I'm laughing so hard." Draco smirked, clutching his stomach for effect.
Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and put her weight on one leg. "Why do you have to be so sarcastic?" Ginny scolded.
"Why do you have to be so impudent?" Draco smiled.
"I'm surprised you know what that means," Ginny spoke firmly.
"You would be surprised by all the stuff I know."
"Really, now, would I?"
"Oh yes."
"And how much exactly, Draco, do you know? "
"Everything,"
"Umm-hmm. Like what?"
"Like you won the game."
"Well of course you would know that! Everyone knows that."
"But you do know what that means right?"
"Um..no?"
"It means you won the bet."
"And?"
"And, you get this."
Draco forced his lips onto Ginny's. His hands rested on her lower back and she wrapped her arms gracefully across his neck. Ginny pulled away briefly.
"Well you sure do know one thing." Ginny whispered.
"And what may that be?" Draco asked, smiling.
"You sure do know how to kiss," Ginny grinned back as she placed her lips once more against Draco's. Draco twirled Ginny around until she was leaning up against the cupboard and kissed her even more fiercely. Ginny was loving every minute. This was so perfect. Draco was so perfect. She wanted to live in this moment forever...
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!" a voice shouted from the entrance of the changing rooms. Ginny pulled away quickly and looked for the person responsible for the voice. Her eyes widened as she saw who it was.
Ron stared menacingly at Ginny and Draco. His face was a blood red and his teeth were clinched together. Harry stood beside him, his mouth open and his eyes wide.
"WELL! ARE YOU GOING TO ANSWER ME! WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER! GINNY GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Ron screamed, storming over to where Ginny and Draco were standing. Ron jerked her fiercely by the arm and pulled her towards him.
"LET GO OF ME!" Ginny screamed, ripping her grip from Ron's shaking hands.
"GINNY, DO YOU SEE WHAT HE WAS DOING! HAVE YOU BEEN POISONED? WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?" Ron thundered, his eyes popping out wide. Harry still stood at the entrance of the changing rooms, his mouth hanging open.
"HE DIDN'T DO A BLOODY THING TO ME RONALD! I LET HIM!" Ginny shrieked, her face turned just as red as Ron's.
"No, no you didn't. Your j-just saying that." Ron spoke softly as he stumbled backward.
"NO I'M NOT RON! NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME; I KISSED HIM WILLINGLY!" Ginny still yelled, her voice echoing in the small room.
"What were you thinking! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! THIS IS DRACO MALFOY! HAVE YOU GONE INSANE!" Ron thundered, grabbing Ginny by the shoulders and shaking her hard.
"Let go of her!" Draco hissed, pulling his wand out of his robes and aiming it at Ron's neck.
"Drop...her...now..." Draco spoke once again through clenched teeth. His wand was shaking in his hand. Ron's arms slowly fell off Ginny's shoulders. He reached quickly inside his robe and drew out his wand. He started walking fast, his wand drawn, towards Malfoy.
"I'll kill you..." Ron snarled. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
"RON STOP!" Ginny yelled, stepping in between the two of them. Draco's eyes flashed a dangerous dark gray. His teeth were scraping together in anger.
"GINNY GET AWAY FROM THIS SCUM! ALL HE IS, IS A DEATH-EATER IN TRAINING! HE'S PROBABLY WORKING FOR YOU-KNOW-WHO RIGHT NOW! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO MALFOY? SICK YOUR ASS-KISSING DAD AND HIS "LORD" AFTER ME! HUH?" Ron screamed, staring back at Draco.
Ginny heard Draco snarl and push around her. Ginny placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back.
"No, Ginny, let me take care of him." Draco growled, moving around her. Ginny threw herself in front of Malfoy.
"DRACO STAY AWAY! HE'S STILL MY BROTHER!" Ginny ordered. Her eyes bore into Draco's dark gray ones. She never thought she had seen his eyes like this before. Never.
Before Ginny knew it, Draco had stormed out of the changing room, pushing past the still stunned Harry. His cloak flicked out of sight.
"Never, Ginny, NEVER, did I think I would see this," Ron began," How could you? What were you thinking? What's wrong with you? Are you bloody insane! Are you sure you he didn't do anything to you? DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE— "
But it was to late, Ginny had already walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
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Ginny thundered down the corridor, her fist clenched, and her hair flying astray. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. All she wanted to do was go up to her room and cry. Cry until she thought it was all just a nightmare. Cry until she knew Draco wasn't mad. Cry until she couldn't cry anymore...
But she had Snape's detention.
Ginny threw open the door of the dungeons and stormed into Snape's classroom. He was sitting patiently at his desk, marking a D on a poor student's essay.
"You will be rearranging all my ingredients in the cupboard and sorting them out. Here's the list of how I want them to be. Get started." Snape spoke without looking up at Ginny. A piece of parchment soared towards her and landed in her hand. She walked over the cupboard and thrust open the door.
Inside lay what Ginny thought were hundreds and hundreds of small, tiny bottles, all containing a different potion. This would take her all night. Ginny grudgingly picked up the first bottle and read the label on the front.
Confidences Decouvert
This was going to be a long night.
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Draco stormed down the corridor, slamming his fists into the wall as he passed. How could he have been so stupid!
He gave the wall another hard punch and then continued walking towards his common room. If he could just redo what had just happened. Why? Why did Weasley and Potter have to walk in right when he was snogging his sister? Why was he even snogging her in the first place? She was a damn Weasley, and that's all she'd ever be.
Draco's eyes watered as he thought about her smooth, silky skin, her big green eyes, her wavy, dark red hair. He tightened his fists. No. No, he wasn't going to think about that. She was nothing but a blood-traitor. A filthy, mudblood loving, blood-traitor. How could he have been so stupid!
Draco watched as a silent tear fell onto the marble floor. He slammed his fists into the nearest wall and leaned his head up against it. He wasn't going to let her do this to him. He was a Malfoy. Malfoy's never cry.
Draco slammed his head up against the wall again. Tears started to flow freely down his face. He was glad no one was in the corridor.
Draco gasped for breath as more tears ran down his cheeks. He continued to slam his fists into the cold wall. He was a Malfoy, and that's all they'd ever see...
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Ginny strolled down the corridor. It was late, and she had just left Snape's classroom. The sound of Ginny's feet echoed in the empty corridor.
Why did Ron have to ruin everything? Why did he have to come in and see her and Draco? Why couldn't he have just stayed in his own business?
And now, Draco was mad. Mad at her for taking up for her brother. He probably thought he was just another Weasley now, instead of Ginny. How she longed for her first name. Ginny. She was always strapped down by her last name. Immediately people would say "Oh she's just another Weasley." Ginny didn't want to be known as "just another Weasley". She wanted to be known as Ginny.
And now that Draco had finally started to accept her name was Ginny, she had ruined it all. Her and Ron had ruined it all. Now, once again, she was just another Weasley.
Ginny wiped a tear off of her face furiously. Why did this have to happen to her?
The sound of an opening door caught Ginny's attention. She threw her back up against the stone, hard, wall, and narrowed her eyes at the opening door ahead. She gasped.
A familiar head of bright, blonde hair gleamed in the moonlight, his face looking straight at hers.
Draco.
But this person didn't look like Draco. His face was pale, and his eyes were a dark, dark black. His lips were a pale pink and his pupils were dilated.
Ginny froze. She locked her gaze at Draco and continued to stare at him. But something was wrong. He didn't even seem to notice her. He turned around and shut the door behind him and began to walk towards Ginny, though he wasn't looking at her. His walk was stiff, and forced, very unlike Draco's normal stride.
Ginny seemed to be permanently frozen against the wall. She barely breathed and her eyes were open-wide with fear. Draco continued to walk towards her and Ginny noticed his lips were moving slightly. His head twisted from right to left, as if he were talking to people on his left and right.
As Draco walked on past her, Ginny was able to catch some of the words he was whispering to himself.
"She's nothing to you." He whispered harshly, jerking his head violently to his right.
"I love her." his voice half-whispered half-cried, as he jerked his head to his left.
He jerked his head back to the right as he hissed, "Kill her."
"No!" Draco yelled, but still it was a whisper. His head once again jerked to the left.
"KILL HER" he screeched, his head practically disconnecting as it jerked back to the right.
Draco's voice droned out as he walked farther and farther down the corridor, away from Ginny. He had never even noticed her.
She felt limp and her hands were shaking. Her teeth chattered together as she started to walk yet again.
Soon, feelings and emotions seemed to flood back into Ginny, and she took off in a run, her thoughts still hiding back with Draco in the corridor.
A/N: Good? Hope so...Oh, and for the spell Ginny used on the boy who stepped on her foot, the words actually mean something.
Peidracine:
Peid– French for "foot"
Racine– French for "root"
The words on the bottle Ginny pulled from Snape's cupboard mean something to, but I'm not going to tell you that yet (laughs evilly). I might use it in a later scene.
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