Ron Weasley stormed fiercely out onto the grounds, his face flushed with anger and his hair mussed every which way. He marched over to the bench where Draco Malfoy say, jeering at some Hufflepuff with his 'friends'.
"Where is she?" Ron demanded harshly. "You have to know something about this, how could you not?"
Draco flipped around to face Ron, giving the terrified second year a chance to escape. He crossed his arms arrogantly and met Ron's eyes.
"I haven't a bloody clue what you're going on about Weasley." He spat.
"My sister." Ron said loudly. "Where. Is. She?"
Malfoy's face lit up with amusement.
"Has Weasel misplaced his darling sissy? Has little Weaslette gone missing?" He asked mockingly.
Ron growled furiously.
"What did you do with her?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
Malfoy smirked and rolled his eyes.
"I haven't done a thing with your precious sister."
Ron scowled looking Malfoy over in a way that most people would not like to be looked over in.
"You've done something with her Malfoy, and I'm going to find out what."
And with that, he left, whipping around to march back up to the castle, leaving a puzzled Malfoy in his wake.
Malfoy stepped into the musty library, his pale nose crinkling at the scent of old books. He walked slowly down the rows, eyeing each book. After a good ten minutes, he paused and leaned down to lift a heavy, brown volume from a lower shelf. He blew the dust off of the cover, snapping his eyes shut as a cloud of it flew back into his face. He sneezed, brushed off the remaining dust, and read the title.
'Hidden Magic'
He nodded and hauled the book over to a table in the library's far corner. He opened the large book, revealing yellowing pages stained with strange brown spots. Draco didn't want to know what they were. He flipped to the contents page slowly, hoping not to crack the brittle parchment of the pages in half. He ran a perfectly manicured fingernail down the list of contents and flipped to page fourteen. The chapter's title was 'Revealing Spells'.
Malfoy's reason for coming to the library was simple. There was something about that weasel. It wasn't normal. And the absence of Ginny Weasley only increased his puzzlement. He needed to know what was special about his new pet. Slowly, he began to scan the page.
'Revealing spells are very hard to perform and can sometimes take up to a month's practicing to get right. If a spell is performed incorrectly on a living person or animal, it can prove fatal. The most commonly used revealing spell is 'secretarius'.'
Malfoy shut the book. That was all he needed to know. The spell and its risks. He was slightly frustrated at the fact that he would have to wait for a month, but if there really was something special about this weasel, it would be worth it.
As Malfoy was gone at his classes, Ginny spent her time attempting to devise a plan, worrying, suffering from intense boredom, and worrying some more. If she ever got out of this, how would she explain it? She had been wandering the castle at night, and was an illegal Animagus. And if she didn't get out of this…she didn't even want to go there. She didn't even want to consider that. There was no way that she was going to be Draco Malfoy's pet weasel (or anything for that matter) for the rest of her life. No way.
And to make matters worse, the only things she could think of in way of a plan were scampering for her life when Malfoy opened the cage to feed her (if he planned on feeding her – another problem), or changing back into human form and demanding him to let her go before she had been gone too long and her absence had become suspicious – if it wasn't too late already. Not to mention she couldn't exactly transform in her cage. She would be about three times bigger than it as a human. No, in the name of Merlin, she would not do that. At least as long as she was caged. Ginny slumped against the bars, hoping in vain that this was a horrible nightmare and she would be rudely awoken by Rachel who would tell her that class was starting in five minutes and that she had better get going.
Sadly, she had no such luck.
As Draco retired to his room that night, he removed a small slip of paper from his cloak's pocket and laid it on the table beside Ginny's cage. He had written the spell, 'secretarius' on a piece of parchment to be sure that he wouldn't forget it. He had no mind to return to the library anytime soon, the smell, which appealed to bookworms like Granger, made him nauseated.
After Malfoy's eyes finally slipped closed, Ginny leaned closer against the bars, her small, beady eyes fixed on the small bit of parchment. After some effort, she had finally made out its contents. It said 'secretarius'. Where had she seen that before? It had been something someone had told her…Hermione. Yes, that was it. A revealing spell that Hermione had told her about last month. But why would Malfoy need it? Ginny's eyes widened as she realized that it was probably meant for her. Did Malfoy know who she really was?
A/N: Alright, and now to address a few issues. I can make my chapters however long (or short) I want. I'll update when I have time, sometimes, it may take awhile. And keep in mind that I have other fics that need updating as well. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, you keep me writing. I hope you enjoyed this chapter…please review.