hurr it goes, mo' foes :D. i guess i shoulda said earlier that this doesn't go along with HBP...my bad...
Chapter 3--Anger Never Gets You Anywhere
Ginny entered the dungeons with a nagging at the back of her head about the new Potions class. She walked into the classroom and took a seat at the very back and sat there staring out into space. The class filed in, many of the students with confused expressions as to why the classes were combined. A few moments later when the classroom was filled, Snape glided in, with his usual sour expression in place. "Quiet down, class. I know you're all extremely curious as to why the classes were mixed. But you may notice, that some of your classmates are, in fact, missing. This is because this is the higher Potions class, elite if you will."
Ginny stared at him in disbelief. She didn't think she was that good at Potions. I'm not good at anything! Let alone Potions!
Snape continued in his monotonous voice, "Now, the number of sixth- and seventh-year students here is even, so each sixth-year will pair up with a seventh-year for the first semester, to get acquainted to the difficult challenges that await this year in Potions." Ginny immediately searched around for Hermione, and saw that the girl was staring back at her. They locked eyes and made a silent agreement that they would be partners. Ginny picked up her things and shuffled over to Hermione. Snape came around to check on the partnerships. He paused at Hermione and Ginny, raised his eyebrows in slight approval, and moved on.
"Phew. I was afraid he might split us up!" Hermione said, obviously relieved.
"Yeah, that would have been horrible. Imagine being paired up with a Slytherin! Ugh!" Ginny proclaimed with disgust. Just then, her stomach grumbled loudly and Hermione gave her an odd look. "What? I just didn't have much of a breakfast this morning."
"Haha, it's okay, Gin." Hermione smiled at her and Ginny smiled back.
Snape cleared his throat loudly. "Now that appropriate pairings are all set, this is your assignment." He flicked his wand, the blackboard immediately covered in the familiar scrawl. "Get to work. This is a test to see if your pairings are satisfactory. Some adjustments may need to be made."
Hermione got up to gather the ingredients for the highly difficult potion. Ginny copied down the instructions off the board for the Detoxifying Solution. She highly assumed it was for removal of poisons, hence its name. Hermione got back to the table and they immediately got to work. The potion called for roots that were double-diced, whatever that meant. Hermione just gave Ginny the roots and told her to dice them and she would dice them again after Ginny did it. They finished preparing their ingredients and started the combining process.
A long hour later, the potion was a jade green, the exact color it was supposed to be. Satisfied, Ginny carried a vial of the potion up to Snape's desk with her and Hermione's names on it. On her way to his desk, she bumped into Malfoy and dropped the bottle. "Malfoy! Watch where you're going!" She screamed at him.
"Miss Weasley! Is there a reason why you're yelling?" He then spotted the mess on the floor, and rolled her eyes. "Clean it up, Miss Weasley. And you should watch your temper. Five points from Gryffindor."
Ginny huffed in annoyance and crouched down to pick up the broken glass. She picked up a rather large shard. It was slippery from the potion, resulting in it slipping through her fingers and cutting her hand open. Ginny moaned in pain, trying to stop the cut from bleeding. "Professor, I cut my hand."
"Not very graceful are we, Weasel? First you rudely bump into me, then you cut your hand. Maybe it's from living in such a crooked house, if you can even call it a house." Draco smirked at her in feat.
"Malfoy! I'm about two seconds away from--"
"Enough, you two. Now Master Malfoy, would be so kind as to take Miss Weasley to the Hospital Wing? Miss Granger, come finish cleaning this mess and get another bottle for your potion." Hermione obliged while Ginny gave her an exasperated look. Ginny didn't want to have to walk to the Hospital Wing with Malfoy. Snape gave her an old piece of cloth to wrap on her hand so she wouldn't bleed all over the halls. Ginny turned on her heel and strode out of the dungeon, Draco close on her trail.
"Weasley! Slow down, will you? I'm not happy about having to take you to the Hospital Wing or anything," Draco called after her. She whipped her head around, glared at him, then continued to walk down the cold, stone hallways.
"You know this is all your fault, Malfoy. You bumped into me," she said, without even turning around. Her pace began to pick up as they rounded another corner, all the while she was nursing her hand, trying to keep as much pressure on it as possible.
Malfoy sighed exasperatedly. "You know what, Weasley? You can walk yourself to the Hospital Wing. I'm going back to class." He pivoted and walked in the opposite direction. Ginny didn't even bother to stop or turn around.
Ginny finally reached the Hospital Wing. She walked up to Madame Pomfrey and told her that it was just a small cut. Ginny removed the cloth and grimaced at the wound. Madame Pomfrey mended it quickly and washed off the dry blood. "All right, Miss Weasley, you can return to class, now. You have another 15 minutes or so of class left, so hurry."
"Yes, Madame Pomfrey, and thank you for fixing my hand." Ginny walked out of the Hospital Wing. In a few moments' time, she was back in the dungeons, right outside the classroom. She began to contemplate whether she wanted to go back in or not, eventually deciding to just get the next seven or so minutes over with. She was about to open the door when:
"Ginny!" Ginny turned slowly from the door at the recognition of the voice. She slowly brought her eyes up to meet with that piercing blue stare. It was Mallory. "Ginny, hey, how's it going? I haven't talked to you in a while."
Ginny was astounded at how nonchalant the Hufflepuff girl sounded. She automatically assumed a face of disgust and hatred. "Mallory, what the hell do you want? You know perfectly well why we haven't talked."
"Ginny, look: I'm sorry. I regret what I did to you. Please, you have to believe me," Mallory cried with a pleading look in her eyes.
"Well, I'm sorry, Mallory, because I can't forgive you. Never." Ginny turned away and was about to open the door when she was interrupted again.
"You know, Ginny? Harry was right. You are the most stubborn person on this earth. He also used to say how smart you were, but I guess that's not very true, seeing as how you couldn't figure us out." Mallory smirked slightly. "We had been seeing each other for a few months before he decided to fool around with you as well."
Ginny gave Mallory a glare that could send away a pack of Slytherins with tails between their legs. She was so speechless with anger, the only reaction she could have was to whip out her wand and cast the first jinx that came to mind: her infamous Bat-Bogey Hex. Before Mallory could react, the hex hit her and she instantly started screaming.
Fuming, Ginny put her wand away, but then the hallway filled with the students from the Potions class. "What is the meaning of this, Miss Weasley?" Snape asked her.
Ginny didn't answer; she just glared at him.
"I see. That will be a week of detentions for you, Miss Weasley, starting tonight at nine sharp. And 20 points from Gryffindor. Come on class, no need to stare. Let's go back in. Oh, and will Miss Granger please escort Miss Sinclair to the Hospital Wing?" Hermione nodded and quickly went to Mallory to take her to the Hospital Wing.
Just as Ginny was going to sit in her seat, the class was dismissed. She hurriedly went to her next class, Charms, thinking that there was no way her day could get any worse. She'd lost her temper and it had cost her. Why is life so unfair? Stupid things are always happening to me! Ugh!
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A/N: mmkay, so stuff kinda went down with Mallory. I was going to make it a full-blown fist fight, but why do that when you can cast a hex without getting so much as a scratch? Haha, I actually considered making Ginny say 'Accio Voldemort' but that would just be plain weird. Not to mention entertaining :D reviews are appreciated.