CHAPTER SEVEN
Disclaimer: These lovely characters do not belong to me; I wish I could claim them, but they belong to the rightful and deserving author, J.K. Rowling.;p
Draco POV
So...I bloody talked to Granger again; Father tells me to stay away from all the Mudbl-muggleborns, especially the one who threatens me for top of the class. I'm starting to think that it's bloody brilliant to know more about magic that true wizards. I'm quite sad to say this, but I think I'm falling for her. I just hope my father I won't hear about this.
I grabbed the two criminal books and the healing book for Daphne, and headed out with a smile on my face; a true one, the first in a while with all the stress taking over. Walked into the common room and someone was sitting in a spinning chair with wheels, their back facing me. This was bloody new. The person heard my entrance and tried to slowly spin around. Blaise, he attempted a menacing look, but his facial expressions were on the creepy side. "I've been expecting you…" His voice wavered at the end as he spun around with a little too much power, and the chair ended up spinning much faster than expected, and well, he toppled forward. Down and down he went, till his face went…..SPLAT. Faceplanting and traveling about three feet, Zabini collapsed at my feet. He groaned in embarrassment and pain. I just rolled my eyes and raise my eyebrows, trying to suppress my smirk.
"And...what was that?" I grinned.
"Shut it Malfoy, the bloody chair's broken," he grumbled.
I laughed, but soon there was an awkward silence. We kind of just stared at each other; no one moved. Until of course, I remembered about the books and Daphne and Harry.
I cursed loudly,"Merlin's beard, I've gone wankers! I need to give Greengrass the healing book for Harry' care to join me?"
He shrugged,"Sure why not? On that note, how did Harry get hurt? Not to mention, again? I saw him unconscious, but didn't look deeply."
"No time, you'll have to see for yourself and ask Daphne; she did a terrible job watching him," I growled a bit protectively. He nodded at me and we took off, to our dorms.
I found Harry laying in his bed, actually looking relatively better. Daphne was nowhere to be seen; I'd have to remember to thank her for healing him later… I walked over to Harry and placed my hand on his forehead. It was a normal temperature, thank Merlin. I saw that he was still in his now tattered uniform. Good, Greengrass wasn't stupid enough to strip him. (Get your mind out of the gutter :p -A/N)
I lifted him off and started by pulling off his shirt. I decided to leave him in his pants, and draped his blanket over him. Blaise stood in the doorway staring at me as if he were trying to judge me.
"So, what was it you wanted to tell me, Blaise?" I said making my way over to him. He was a inch taller than me and pretty strong, yet somehow he still did what I said. Must be the Malfoy name.
"Nothing," he said, a smirk crawling across his feature, " It's not important…"
I glared at my coffee skinned friend. I knew he was hiding something, probably for a good cause, but for some reason I had the feeling that it had to do with the pretty Muggleborn I was spending time with earlier. Instead of going all pissy on Blaise, I strode past him, and said;
"Okay then, I'll see you around Blaise…"
Harry POV
I awoke to a cold and chilly feeling. As if no one resided in the room. My eyes didn't hurt as I attempted to squint, so I assumed it was evening. Truth be told, a few glass shards embedded in you is pretty pathetic, especially if you passed out for a day. Which is another reason why I didn't want to wake up. I'd probably be mocked about this prissy event for the rest of my years here. Speak of the devil, a voice that held a smirk entered my ears.
"Welcome back to the living, Sleeping Beauty. We missed you, so very dearly," Zabini laughed, arms folded across his chest, slouching on a chair.
"Piss off, Zabini," I scowled. I also remembered the cold feeling I woke up to. I looked around, my eyes ending on my pale torso. My cheeks instantly burned up.
"Um, Bl-Blaise, w-who chang-ed me?"
"Ice down a bit, Potter. You look like you ate the world's hottest pepper. It was Drake tho, seems very protective of you nowadays, don't know what's gotten into him. Don't worry, he wouldn't let Greengrass anywhere near you, even though we know that you would be angry you had no say in the decision," he winked.
I decided to have no comment. I honestly hate healing; you sit in the same room for hours, getting nowhere in life. I quickly sat up, wincing at the gashes.
"Whoa there buddy, we don't want you to get up, that's why you're here. Say, why don't I tell you a secret, to keep you entertained. Promise this will be between the two of us, only, will ya?"
I nodded, for the sake of it, and he started telling me about how he saw Granger and Draco in the library, chatting, smiling, BLUSHING, AND HOLDING HANDS! I only allied with her that one time, and now she takes advantage of that and flirts with my best mate?! I zoned out on Zabini's and Weaslett's moment, but thought of what to say to him. Blaise was ranting, I was thinking deeply, when the door slammed open and Daphne ran in, panting.
"Lock your doors, and stick together, Snape and Dumbledore's orders. No exceptions!" she yelled.
We looked at each other, then to her, puzzled by this sudden outburst.
She caught her breath and breathed,"It's Sirius Black, he's in the castle."
Ginnys P.O.V.(A bit of Gryffindor P.O.V. for all you lovelys 3)
When the news of Black being in the castle reached my ears, I immediately freaked, almost forgetting to confront Hermione about her little thing with Malfoy. We locked ourselves in our dorms, until word came that we were all to gather in the Great Hall for a little sleepover. I guess they were afraid that Black would have easier access to our dorms. As the Prefects were herding us outside to the Great Hall, I managed to make my way through the crowd to find Hermione. I saw her noticeable bushy hair, and called her name. All of a sudden I bumped into someone.
I looked up as two strong arms steadied my shoulders. I looked up to see the god given face of Dean Thomas. I know, I know, he's a year above me, but one can dream, right? His skin was a beautiful soft mocha color, much like that of Blaise's but their faces couldn't be more different. While Blaise had the signature smirk of a Snake, Dean always seemed to have a smile on and his eyes sparkled like the banks of a river.
"You okay, Gin?" he asked. My face flushed and my heart rate quickened. He called me Gin! Oh wait, of course he did, he was my brother's friend, how stupid could I be. I managed to nod, and quickly scampered away to Hermione.
"Hey, Ginny! I saw your little episode with Thomas over there!" She sounded overly excited and gave me a wink.
I glared at her, "This isn't about me, this is about you! I saw you today...with Malfoy… I saw what you two were doing, and you cannot get out of this, Mione, what would happen if Ron found out… If anyone found out!"
It was Hermione's turn to turn red. She started to say something then stopped, then her features turned angry.
"First of all, I can hang out with whoever I want, whenever I want, no matter what House that person may be from! Second, you think I give about what your bratty brother says! All he has ever done was be a ass to me, and I don't care about his stupid reputation or any of that! I should have been in Ravenclaw, or for that matter, any House, but this!"
And with that she stormed off, I didn't bother to follow her. She was being overdramatic and she would apologize for the rude things she said about my brother later. Finally we stood in the Great Hall, where a thousand sleeping bags covered the floors.
Everyone was rushing to get a spot next to their friends, but because it didn't matter to me, I took my sweet time. Suddenly I realized that I was the only one who had not claimed a sleeping bag and there was only one spot left.
Oh no…
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Sorry if this story seemed a bit rushed, but my teachers are giving me test practically every day! ;-; Please comment who you want Ginny to end up sleeping next to: Blaise or Dean. Love all of you! 3