Music Therapy
Author- Cbz
Rating- T
I DISCLAIM
AN- I would just like to say thank you to those wonderful people who reviewed!!!
You guys really make my day!
READ ON AND ENJOY
Chapter 2
Punishment
When Ginny woke in the morning she felt as if she had the biggest hangover imaginable. Which she knew wasn't true because she hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol, but she had gone to bed very late. She could blame that on the 'Wonderful' Golden trio, they had questioned her until the early hours of the morning about the fight she'd had with Malfoy, when all she had wanted to do was go to bed.
After the fight Ginny had felt drained and ready to collapse, she still couldn't believe the amount of power and energy she had used, or the fact that they had both tried to use such a dangerous curse on each other. Ginny was almost afraid to go down to breakfast, surely there would be a howler from her mother, plus many angry Slytherins and a furious Draco. But Ginny's hunger soon took over and she reluctantly made her way down to breakfast, on guard at all times encase a Slytherin or worse Malfoy decide that revenge was needed. Why couldn't the stupid oaf just moved out her way? And even more importantly what punishment was Dumbledore cooking up for them? Surely it would be detentions of some kind, possibly until they let school. No Hogsmeade visits, but at least she wasn't going to be expelled. That would have brought shame to her and her family, and you could bet your life no one would let her forget it.
When she entered the Great Hall, it fell silent at her entry, all eyes turned to her, including piercing mercury ones, which glared at her with such ferocity she almost stumbled back, and of coarse they could only belong to the one and only Draco Malfoy.
Walking quickly to her table trying very hard to ignore the death glares the from the Slytherin females. She sat down with her back to the Slytherin table and loaded her plate with food and proceeded to ignore everybody around her, but was still very aware of Malfoy's glare on at her back.
Before she could finish her and escape the hall the trio came and sat down next to her, questioning her about yesterday – as if they hadn't questioned her enough the night before- and congratulating her on beating Malfoy. Well the boys were, Hermione was just sitting there staring at her. Ginny glared at her and eventually Hermione spoke.
"Ginny, how did you know about the cruciatus curse? And why on earth did you use it? Surely you know it's illegal?!?
Thankfully Ginny didn't have to answer Hermione's revealing and difficult questions because the owls suddenly swooped through the hall dropping parcels and letters to their owners.
Two large barn owls and Errol landed in front of Ginny. Dropping their letters and flying off, taking some bacon with them. Ginny stared down at her array of letters in shock that soon turned to horror, when she saw a howler from her mother. She turned and judged the distance to the Entrance Hall, but seeing she couldn't make it in time she cringed and slowly ripped the Howler open.
"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY, WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? YOU MUST NEVER FIGHT WITH OTHER STUDENTS EVEN IF IT IS A MALFOY. AND WHEN DID YOU LEARN THE CRUCIATUS CURSE YOUNG LADY? IT HAS NEVER BEEN USED AROUNF YOU. I AM VERY DISSAPOINTED IT YOU!!! ANY MORE BAD NEWS ABOUT YOU AND I'M PULLING YOU OUT OF SCHOOL AND BRINGING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME! UNDERSTOOD?!?"
It then burst into flames and shredded itself. Ginny gulped and ducked her bright red face, trying to bock out the laughter that had been directed at her. She then picked up her next letter, which was written in an elegant script that she didn't recognise. She opened it and read her face dropping as she read on.
Dear Miss Weasley,
It has been decided due to your fight with Mr Malfoy that your punishment is for you to attend music therapy lessons with him. Both of your parents have been informed of our decision and have agreed that you should attend the lessons. Mr Malfoy has also been informed. Another letter will inform you of the time and place of the sessions.
Yours truly,
Dumbledore
Ginny stared at the parchment. What in Merlin's name was music therapy? She didn't need therapy, Malfoy did. She couldn't believe his was her punishment; surely detention was better than being forced to spend time with Malfoy.
She turned and looked at Malfoy, but he wasn't looking at her any more, his face was contorted with rage, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he scribbled furiously on a piece of parchment. He then thrust the letter his own and stormed out of the hall, glaring at anyone who got in his way.
Turning back to her mail Ginny opened the remaining letter, with shaking hands,
Dear Miss Weasley,
This letter contains the information on your therapy sessions. You and Mr Malfoy are to attend sessions twice a week. Your sessions will be held in the music rooms on the third floor. Your first session is today at 1:30 pm. Please be there promptly.
Yours truly,
Patricia Hawsby
Music Therapist.
She closed the letter, feeling dread well up inside her. Malfoy had been furious; she didn't want to have to deal with him. Wasn't music therapy a muggle idea, which would surely only infuriate Malfoy further. And where on earth on the third floor were there music rooms? She didn't even know there were any.
So it was with a heavy heart that Ginny left lunch early to go and find the music rooms. Five minutes later was thoroughly lost and late. She had been searching the third corridor for what seemed like ages when she heard angry rock music blaring out of a distant classroom. Following the noise she turned the corner and came to a classroom blaring with music and full of instruments. When she entered the room the beat of the music increased to match her heart beat, making her feel as of the music was pulsing through her body. As the music changed Malfoy looked up from the seat he was reclining on.
"I take it, be on time didn't mean much to you Weasley?"
"It's being called fashionably late ferret" She retorted, feeling colour rising in her face, jeesh this could be such a prat.
"Nothings fashionable on you Weasley!" He scoffed.
"Oh SHUT UP you stupid, slimy, bouncing ferret" She shouted.
"Oooooooooh, nothing hurts as much as your reused insults Weaslette"
Ginny opened her mouth to reply but found the music had become so loud that there was no way Malfoy could have heard her insult anyway. Seeing she wasn't going to respond Malfoy sat back with a smug smirk on his face.
There was a sudden movement in the corner and a lady walked forward out of the shadows of the room.
"Hmmm, I see that what Dumbledore told me was correct, I found it hard to believe but, alas you two are the worst case I've ever had to deal with"
Ginny stared at the woman, and Malfoy glared. The woman had long brown hair pulled back in a tie; she wore light blue robes that hung from her petite figure. She was really the smallest and thinnest woman Ginny had ever seen. She had long elegant fingers, and when she moved there was grace on her every step. Somehow the way she walked demanded respect, despite her small stature.
"Well, I'll start with introductions," she said, her voice light, but somehow sounding like a miniature choir. "My name is Professor Patricia Hawsby, your therapist but please call Rica. The room we are in was made with ancient magic; it has been enchanted to change with your mood, but in a musical sense rather than its appearance. For example, when you fight or when you angry the music become loud and intimidating, if you are happy or at peace the will calm down. This way you will have an audio representation as to how your moods are affecting each other and the people around you. During the sessions we will use music to help overcome your issues with each other. Do you have any questions?"
Ginny started her question but was quickly interrupted by Malfoy.
"Why do we have to do this rubbish? Surely detentions would be a more suitable punishment. "He drawled, but there was a harsh steely edge to his voice.
"Because Mr Malfoy, Dumbledore has ordered that you must attend therapy to deal with your behaviour. There will be no more discussion on that point. You will attend and that is final! It is obvious for anyone to see that you have issues that need to be sorted out." Her light musical voice had turned darker as he spoke leaving both Ginny and Malfoy in shock.
Malfoy soon recovered though and Ginny could here him muttering under his breath.
"Stupid Dumbledork, trust him to use a muggle idea……..There is no way father could have agreed to this."
Ginny laughed, "Didn't you know Malfoy, one of the first signs of madness is talking to yourself?"
Malfoy glanced at Ginny his usual smirk in place "But you see Weasley when in this present company, one has to talk to ones self for anything near a decent and intelligent conversation"
Ginny was about to retort that he should have been used to crap conversation if the only people he hung out with were Crabbe and Goyle but her retort died on her tongue when she caught the glare Rica was sending them.
Once she was sure of silence Rica asked them "Do you have any music skill? Can you play any instruments'?"
Ginny shook her head. "I can't play anything but I have been told that my singing is rather good."
Rica nodded and looked at Malfoy "I am a reasonable pianist; I have taken lessons since I was small, just like many other purebloods"
Rica smiled, "Well that's sorted then, Miss Weasley you will teach Mr Malfoy to sing and Mr Malfoy you will teach Miss Weasley the Piano, the music in the rook will help you monitor your behaviour. I will attend some sessions but not all, so I will always leave an aim for the session."
The lunch break bell rang in a far part of the castle.
"That is the end lunch; I suggest that the two of you go to your next lessons. Your next session will be Wednesday lunch, Good day" And with that note she left the room.
Ginny stared at the doorway in shock and then turned to Malfoy.
He sneered at her. "A pureblood female that can't play an instrument? Gods your family are worse than I thought Weasel" He said and then stalked out of the room. Ginny glared after him aware of the music in the room getting louder and louder, Merlin this was going to be a difficult year.
AN- Hope you enjoyed!! Sorry it took so long I was just formulating ideas, now they are in place it will become easier top write so I will update more often.
If you like Ginny and Draco fics check out my other stories and my favourites.
Please Review.
Cbz
X-X