A/N—well, here's chapter 5. Celebrate. Be happy :D
Chapter 5—Detention with an Unexpected Guest
Ginny continued walking down the hallway, still annoyed at the confrontation with Harry, not to mention Malfoy. Where did Harry get off thinking that she'd forgive him? He'd done the lowest, most unforgiveable thing (besides Avada Kedavra of course) and he expected her to forget about it.
She turned the corner and soon heard her name, well, surname, being shouted. "Hey, Weasley. Wait." Ginny spun around and saw Malfoy slightly jogging towards her.
Confused, she asked, "What do you want, Malfoy? I'm late enough for detention as it is." It was 9:05.
"Snape had asked me to supervise your detentions this week," Malfoy informed her. "I, for one, think the idea is utterly disgraceful and I cannot wait for this week to be over."
Ginny was still in shock. "You?! Supervise?! Oh my God, this can't be happening!" Ginny continued in a fast pace towards the classroom. Why does everything happen to me? If this is Fate, then damn it all to Hell. She threw open the classroom door and stalked to the front of the room. "So, what do I have to do?" She tried to stay as calm and resolute as possible, but with her temper, that mellow attitude would melt away in a matter of moments.
"Well, Weaselette, you can start by shining my shoes and doing my laundry. Then, maybe you could clean up the Head Boy dorms. If you do well enough, you can consider a career in being a maid. Of course, you could never work at Malfoy Manor, but you could start with that pathetic excuse of a house you have dubbed, 'The Burrow.'"
And there it went. The calmness was gone. He was like a full moon that pulled at the tides that were her temperament. A nice, smooth-surfaced sea went to a raging, foaming ocean. Ginny's face turned red with anger. "Malfoy! I would never ever come near you with a ten-foot pole, so forget you and your stupid shoes! And I would never go near where you live either, because it would probably be filled with the same evil haze that surrounds you. And why would I ever want to go to the Malfoy Manor? I might as well ask for a death wish! So, how many Death Eaters hang around your place? You got your initiation all set up? I'm sure your father must be so proud. Following in his footsteps of becoming a damned Hell raiser. How…admirable." She spit the last word out. Ginny hadn't noticed that at the term 'Death Eater,' Draco had tensed up and his eyes hardened. He slowly stalked towards her, all the while she was breathing in and out deeply from her tirade.
He stopped just inches from her face. "Don't you ever say a word about my father again. And don't you ever say anything about Death Eaters. I would never ever follow in my father's footsteps. Though, I shouldn't care what a dumb, poor, little girl cares. You shouldn't talk about things you don't understand."
Ginny stared at him. That's the second time he's shocked her this evening. "Look, I'm sorry," did I just apologize? "That was out of line. I'm just so….stressed lately. Not that you care. I'll shut my mouth and serve my detention if you promise to shut yours."
"Deal." Draco walked away from her. He's been stressed lately as well; pressure from his father to join him, not to mention Voldemort on his case as well. This was Draco's final year, and he wanted to enjoy it. "Just, reorganize the ingredients in the cabinet, by alphabet or something. I don't know."
Ginny nodded and made her way to the cabinet. She pulled the small vials and bottles out of the cabinet and placed them on a nearby table, with all the labels facing the same direction. Draco just sat down at Snape's desk and put his head in his hands. Ginny was about to ask him what was wrong, but then remembered their deal about shutting up. She grabbed ingredients at random and looked at the letter they began with.
Sooner than she had imagined, her task was finished. Ginny glanced at her watch; it was 10:30. She was relieved to see that she had time to do some homework before she turned in for the night. Ginny looked up at Malfoy and saw that he was just sitting there, staring off into space.
"Malfoy?" She asked him tentatively. He instantly broke out of his reverie and turned to look at her. "I'm all done, so, I'm going."
"Whatever, Weasel." Draco turned back to the corner he was previously preoccupying himself with and spaced out once again.
Ginny walked out of the door and into the drafty hallway. She slowly made her way back to Gryffindor tower. After she said the incredibly lame password, the portrait swung open and she walked into the common room. She deeply desired to just sleep in front of the fire, but the burden of a pile of homework nagged at the back of her mind. Well, five minutes wouldn't hurt...Ginny was about to sit on the hearth rug when a voice spoke up.
"Uhm, Gin? This came for you earlier." Ginny turned around to see Colin sitting there, holding a letter in his hand. "I was wondering why the owl didn't just deliver it to you, but I realized they probably don't go into the dungeons."
"Oh, uh, thanks Colin." Ginny smiled weakly and took the letter from Colin's hands, extremely curious as to who had written to her. Ginevra Weasley was printed on the envelope in fancy writing with bronze ink. She ripped open the envelope read the letter.
Hey Beautiful—
I'm really excited to have talked to you earlier. It has only been a few hours since I saw you last, but I miss your smile and your presence overall. I can't wait until we go to Hogsmeade together. You seem like a great person to get to know.
Also, will you meet me in the library tomorrow after dinner? The table at the back.
Love,
Logan
Ginny read the letter over and over again, thoroughly shocked that a boy had any ounce of interest in her. Hey Beautiful…well, that's different. The only other person to call me beautiful was…Potter. Ginny absolutely refused to use his first name; it gave him too much respect for her liking. She clutched the letter to her heart and walked up to her dormitory, absolutely refusing to do homework. She was in too much of a good mood. Well, I suppose Logan can help me with it tomorrow in the library. He is a seventh year after all.
The next morning, Ginny woke up very early. She wanted to make it to breakfast as soon as possible to see Logan and thank him for the wonderful letter. Ginny hopped out of bed and showered quickly. People seemed to notice the bounce in her step as she walked out of the common room. Her attitude was very different compared to the one she had maintained the day before.
Ginny's eyes immediately locked with Logan's as she entered the Great Hall. As Ginny walked over to him, his eyes lit up and he smiled widely. "Hey Logan, thanks for that letter. Really boosted my self-esteem."
"What? You shouldn't have any reason for your self-esteem to be low. You're smart (I assume, I don't know you quite well), you're beautiful, and I'm also supposing you're nice as well."
"Well, two out of three ain't bad." Ginny suddenly felt slightly awkward at all the compliments but the feeling washed away quickly.
"How would you like to have breakfast with me this fine morning?" Logan asked her, a twinkle in his eye.
"I'd love to." Ginny sat down next to him at the Ravenclaw table and received a few strange looks from Ravenclaws and fellow Gryffindors at the next table over.
They ate in compatible silence. Well, at least Logan ate. Ginny picked up a muffin and took off tiny bites every now and then. She was still on this whole fasting idea. Logan noticed this, and spoke up on it.
"Ginny, are you all right? You're not eating much." Logan's face held a look of concern for the girl sitting next to him.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just not too hungry, is all. It's weird, you know, I pigged out at dinner last night, and I still feel full." Ginny laughed awkwardly, hoping he wouldn't see right through her lie. She hated lying to him, but she felt the need to do so.
"Sure, okay, Gin. Although, I don't know what you mean. But hey, everyone's different, right?"
"Yeah, right." Ginny smiled back up at him and he returned the look.
What Ginny didn't know is that this conversation didn't go unheard. Blaise Zabini had just walked by the table and he had his eyes on her back. He heard the whole thing, knowing that she had skipped dinner the previous night. He was going to confront her on it, then thought better of it. He didn't want to put their newly founded friendship in jeopardy. Not just yet.
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A/N: woo, the plot is...thickening? sure, i guess so. well we know there will be some more confrontation next chappie with Blaise and stuff. okay...
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