A/N: this would've been up waaaay sooner, but as nature would have it, it decided to have a big storm this past week/weekend so we didn't have power which resulted in me not being able to write. And then I was at my friends house who I haven't seen in forever. That is my excuse. I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long...
Chapter 10
"So Astronomy classes were canceled?" Anna questioned me the next morning at breakfast.
"Yes," I said groggily. I was about to drown in oatmeal, that's how tired I was.
"They didn't tell you or anything?"
"No." My head started to droop from my hand.
"So what are you going to take to fill that class?" Anna asked. I raised my head from my hand and stared at her.
"I have to fill its spot?" I asked.
"Yeah, you have to take six classes," Anna informed me.
"And I can't just take a study hall?" I asked, resting my head back on my hand.
"I'm not sure," Anna shrugged, "you'll have to ask Professor McGonagall."
"I'll have a study hall until she says differently," I said finally. I dipped my spoon in my oatmeal and slowly let it drip back into the bowl. I was too tired to eat.
"I never realized that you need that much sleep," Anna commented, staring at my drooping eyes.
"Yeah, I can't function very well without enough sleep," I said, putting the spoon back in the bowl and laying my head back on the table.
"Come on, time for class," Anna said, tugging at my arm. Begrudgingly, I grabbing my Ancient Runes book and my book bag and slowly walked out of the Great Hall, following Anna's back.
"You have Ancient Runes not Herbology," Anna said turning around and staring at me. I blinked and looked around, realizing that I had blindly been following Anna without any clue as to where I was.
"Right, I knew that," I said slowly, turning around and walking the other way. I heard Anna laugh softly behind me.
I leisurely walked down the hallway, not caring if I was late to class or not. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I yawned, distinctly hearing a cracking noise.
"Couldn't sleep last night?"
I finished yawning and opened my eyes to see Draco leaning against the wall smirking. "I could sleep fine," I said defensively.
"Obviously not," Draco laughed as he began to inspect his nails in a lazy fashion.
"I was up half the night," I replied, stifling another yawn.
"I wasn't aware that eleven-thirty is considered half the night," Draco said, laughing softly under his breath. He still wasn't looking me in the eye and inspecting his nails. Either he was cared too much about his nails or didn't want to look at me.
"It isn't," I said as I felt a blush creep up my neck, "for most people but for someone who usually goes to bed early it is."
A loud dong filled my ears as I stared at Draco and Draco at his nails. What was his problem? His nails were not more interesting than me; and if they were I was going to slug him.
"Are you even going to look at me?" I demanded. Being ignored can be a good thing sometimes but not when you're standing right in front of them.
Draco's smirk grew as he looked at me. What was with him? One night he's almost sort of kind and then next he's an arrogant jerk again; talk about mood swings. And I thought guys didn't PMS, yeah right.
"I hope you realize that you are going to be extremely late for class," Draco said, ignoring my question.
Slowly my eyes widened and my mouth opened as realization dawned. The bell had rung at least a couple of minutes ago and professors usually didn't tolerate tardiness.
"Look what you made me do!" I exclaimed as I started to rush down the hallway.
"I didn't do anything! It's your fault that you're late!" Draco shouted behind me.
I ignored him and continued to race down the hall. I turned a sharp corner and ran into the Ancient Runes door, forgetting how the door came right after the corner. I groaned and rubbed my nose, also attempting to keep the tears of pain from falling, as I slowly entered the Ancient Runes classroom.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, I'm so glad you have decided to grace us with your presence," Professor Archibald said when I walked into the classroom rubbing my nose. I gave him a sarcastic grin and walked to my seat cross eyed; I was trying to see if my nose was broken or not.
I ignored the snickering from the surrounding tables as I stumbled through the rows to the back of the class room to my seat. I flopped down in my seat and rested my head on my folded arms. I yawned loudly as Professor Archibald began his lecture once again.
"Do you have something to share with the class, Miss Weasley?" Professor Archibald asked, stopping his lecture as I started to tap my finger on the desk. I sat up and smiled.
"Oh no Professor, I dare not interrupt your very interesting lecture," I said as sweetly as I could.
"Really? You thought it was interesting?" Archibald asked, folding his hands together. "Pray tell, what was it about? I seemed to have lost track of what I saying."
I bit my lip and adverted my eyes from Professor. I glanced around the classroom to try and figure out exactly what we were talking about. All I could figure out, though, was that the lecture was about runes.
"Well," I started, glancing once more around the room before settling my eyes on the professor, "It's about runes." The class laughed but Professor Archibald held up his hand to silence them. "And about translating them into words we can understand." That was all I could gather from the pictures around the room; shows how much I had been paying attention. The class laughed openly again as I sunk down in my seat, a blush creeping up my neck.
"Yes, Miss Weasley, we are learning about translating runes, and since you can't be more specific, I'm afraid I'll have to give you detention for inattentiveness," Professor Archibald said, a small smile on his lips. I think he was enjoying this a little too much.
"Detention?" I questioned, sitting up back up in my seat in shock. I don't do detention; I've never done detention. I even told him that. "I don't do detention, Professor."
"You don't do detention?" Professor Archibald repeated, raising his eyebrow.
"No," I said slowly, "no, I don't do detention."
"Well that's about to change, now isn't it?" Archibald said, walking behind his desk and pulling out a piece of parchment.
"Professor! I didn't do anything though!" I protested.
"You were late to my class and then you didn't even bother to pay attention, and now you are talking back to a teacher. I have to draw the line somewhere, Miss Weasley," Archibald explained, writing something down the parchment.
"But Professor! It wasn't, and then Draco, and he did, and, and it wasn't my fault!" I stuttered, trying to formulate an excuse.
"You have detention, that's the end of it. Report to my office tonight at seven," Archibald said, closing the subject.
I slumped back in the seat and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yes sir."
"Good, now that that is settled time to move onto memorization. I'm going to write down a symbol and you will look it up. I want everyone taking notes; we'll have a quiz on Friday," Archibald informed us as he drew a symbol on the board.
As the class looked in their books for the symbol I started to doodle on the cover of my unopened book. Notes were boring; I'll just get them from someone else. Besides, Archibald as already tortured me so he has no reason to pay attention to me anymore.
"Miss Weasley? Do you have the answer?"
Are you kidding me? What happened to once-a-day torture sessions? "Not yet Professor, give me another minute." I reluctantly opened my book as slowly as possible.
"Never mind, I would hate for you to exert yourself," Archibald smiled. "Mr. Bohns, do you have an answer for us?"
"Joy," said the suck-up boy in the front row. I glared at the back of Alex Bohn's head, trying to burn a hole in it. Why can't students ever be normal and make professors work for their pay? Why did they always have to do what they want?
"Correct Mr. Bohns," Archibald exclaimed as he wrote the meaning under the symbol. The rustle of parchment and the scratching of quills filled my ears as everyone started to write that done. I looked up at the teacher and saw him staring right at me, as if warning me to take notes or else. I gave a weak smile and pulled out my parchment, quill, and ink.
I drew my symbol as slowly as possible and wrote the meaning in my best calligraphy, which honestly isn't that good but this is a good time to practice. By time I was done drawing that symbol, there was another one to be drawn. I continued this way the whole class time and by the end of the class, I hadn't been yelled at again.
When the bell rang, I gathered my stuff as quickly as possible and walked/jogged out of the classroom keeping my head as low as possible. But Archibald still got a last word out.
"Don't forget detention tonight at seven, Miss Weasley."
I groaned as loudly as possible as I slowed down in the hall. Third day of school and I have detention? Was this a sign for the rest of the year? Was I going to get detention every third day? God, I hoped not.
I trudged to the common room and up the stairs to get my Potions book. I went back to the common room and sat down. I had time to spare and Anna hadn't even come in yet. I pulled out my Potions essay that I had finished in the library and reread it. It was horribly written but I didn't have the energy to do any better. Besides, if the teacher, Philius or whatever he was called, really was from the Order, then he'd understand.
I was so engrossed in my badly written essay about some herb or something that I didn't notice people leaving and entering. I didn't even notice the boy with the dull emerald eyes staring at me from across the room. I didn't notice him, that is until he stood up and walked up to me.
"I have to talk to you."
I looked up from my essay to stare into the eyes of the boy I despised so much. My heart rate sped up and I started to twist the parchment in my hand.
"I have nothing to say to you," I said coldly as I started to pack my stuff. A cold hand was placed on mine and I stared at it. The hand was pale, bruised, and scars littered it. If that was a hand, what was the body like?
"Then just listen to me," he said, keeping his hand on top of mine. I came back to my senses and pulled my hand away.
"I don't have to."
"Please Ginny, please," he begged. I couldn't look at him, but by the sound of his voice he sounded like he was going to start crying.
I couldn't, I can't. It was too hard. I looked away as tears started to fill my eyes.
"I can't Harry, I just can't. It's too hard. Please just leave me alone," I said, my voice wavering as I gathered my essay and book bag.
Couldn't he see that I can't talk to him? Why can't he just realize that and leave me alone?
A/N: Harry/Ginny action! Finally! Anyways, I was going to have that scene go different, but...yeah, it obviously didn't go that way. It basically would've been the same, maybe a little longer though and different words, same meaning though. Review because it makes me happy!