CHAPTER THREE:
"Where were you during Breakfast?" James whispered as Ginny caught up with the group of students that were walking cross the grounds to the greenhouses.
"Hmm? Oh." She said, realizing what he'd just asked her. "I was in the kitchens having the strangest conversation of my life."
"Who with?" he asked curiously.
Ginny was saved from answering by Prof Sprout calling the class to order. She breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know why, but for some reason she didn't want James to know about the conversation between her and Malfoy. Not until SHE understood what went on there a little better, at least.
After they got situated with their snapping dragon plants Prof Sprout showed them how to extract the sap, which could be a substitute for real dragon's blood in many simple potions.
"Well?" said James.
"Well, what?" she said irritably. Mad at James for now reason.
"Well, are you going to tell me what went on in the kitchens? I take it you didn't have this conversation with the dishes." James raised an eyebrow.
"Oh. Well...did I tell you what happened BEFORE that?" Ginny said to get him off the subject. When he shook his head she went on, "I went to out Hermione's cat back in her room, that was why I was up so early in the first place, and when I opened the door-"
She had to stop and bottle the vicious little plant's sap before she could go on. "When I opened the door who did I see but my very own brother. Naked. In her bed! It was possibly the most scarring event I've encountered in my entire life." She shivered. "And then my brother told me not to tell Harry about it. How weird is that?"
James shrugged. "I knew they were up to something, but that is weird about Harry..." he trailed off thoughtfully.
"Ow!" James cried out suddenly. He drew his hand away from the blue snapping dragon he was working on. Two fang marks had punctured through his dragon-hide gloves and blood was seeping out of the holes.
"James! Are you okay? How did it bite through you're gloves?" Ginny shed her gloves and grabbed his hand to get a closer look.
James winced. "I'm fine, it's not bad." When Ginny ignored him he snatched his hand away angrily. "It's a miniscule plant bite, Ginny! I'm fine!"
Ginny pulled his glove off and shuddered. The two little holes seemed to sizzle and blood was trickling steadily down the side of his hand. More than it should have been for such a little cut. She looked up at James's face, it was paler than usual and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Come on I'll take you to Madame Pomfrey." She told him, a concerned look playing across her face.
"NO!" He yelled, savagely pulling away from her. "I told you! I'm fine."
"No," she said helplessly, "You're not."
He looked like he was going to reply but before he could he fainted.
"Professor!" she called out. "James was bitten by his plant! He has to go to the Infirmary."
"Oh my! Yes he does!" The concerned Professor hurried over. "How very curious! It's bite shouldn't have this much of an effect on anyone. He must be allergic to them. How very curious!" She repeated.
Casting a featherweight charm on her friend's body, she magicked him up to the castle and into the Infirmary.
"Goodness gracious!' Pomfrey exclaimed, as she looked James. "You said he was bitted by a snapping dragon?"
"Um, yes. Is it serious?" Ginny asked nervously. "You can heal him right?"
"Don't be silly girl! Of course I can heal him." The nurse barked. "He'll have to stay the night, you'd better go back to class." And with out further ado, she was kicked out of the infirmary.
Walking back down to Herbology, her thoughts occupied with her friend's health, she didn't see where she was going. That would be the reason why, when she turned the corner, she ran into something large and solid. Something with muscles!
She looked up, embarrassed, only to see one of the only people who could make her blush more than seeing her brother and his girlfriend the morning after.
