Hiya! Here's chapter two :) I just got back from my school, so I'm really tired right now. We just had our interaction with a boys' school, it was fine. Yes, just fine (for me) xD The best part of my day was probably when I was going home in the bus. I just learned something new and a bit funny ;) Enough of my life story. Please, review! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter name, event or item mentioned in the story. I do own the mentioned OCs :P
Ginny made her way down the stairs and into the Great Hall. She almost knocked over two Ravenclaw second years, clearly looking distracted, before making her way to her respectful table. Five minutes later, she felt someone seat beside her. The person sighed happily before tapping the redhead's shoulder.
"Ginny, you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just peachy, Kels."
"What's peachy? You are starting to look like a peach? You are slowly turning into a peach-colored fruit?" Kelsey asked innocently.
The youngest Weasley had to stop herself from laughing out loud, remembering that her is a pureblood without knowledge of the muggle world in her life, unlike herself. "It means that I'm fine."
"Oh, good to know!" She said chirpily.
"Someone's in a good mood after a grueling Herbology." She raised an eyebrow.
"Why wouldn't anyone be?"
"Probably because most people don't spend their time with our budding boyfriend during free period." She said with a smirk.
"I don't know, you tell me." The raven-haired girl shot back.
"Kelsey!"
"What?"
"What are you implying?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all." She said in a relaxed, sneaky voice. "But to answer you properly, I did not spend time with my nonexistent budding boyfriend. But, I did hang out with Zabini by the Lake."
"What's the difference?" Ginny teased.
"Gin, why is your speech pattern rather similar to Malfoy?"
"What do you mean?" Her eyes widen at the accusation.
"You seem to find a loop in my words just so that you can tease me. I think you spend too much time with him."
"Insert the jealousy and envy here."
"See! You just did it again!"
"I thought we were talking about you and your 'friendly' rendezvous with a certain Slytherin?"
Kelsey blushed fiercely. "'Certain Slytherin' has a name, you know."
"Of course he does." She scrunched up her face before giggling. "Does your sixth year brother know about this?"
"What Darren doesn't know won't hurt him, me or Zabini." She said in her matter-of-fact voice.
"If that keeps you attentive in class…"
"Anyways, we just talked about stuff and the upcoming Hogsmeade trip. And I noticed by the way he talked to me about it, I guess I'm not the only one excited for it!"
"I never would've guessed that Zabini would actually sound excited." She glanced at the Slytherin table to find Draco to observe his actions for his sickness. Only.
"Not really excited, per say. I mean, all throughout the conversation he had a cool, smooth voice but he was talking like he was giving me hints about what he wants to do with me and why are you staring at their table?"
Ginny shook her head before nervously looking back at her friend. "I-I'm not staring! I was ju-just… observing." She answered lamely.
"Uh-huh. Sure, you are."
"I made a compromise with Malfoy, okay? I said that I would watch him because of his illness."
"Oh, his Parkinson's disease?"
"I don't remember me mentioning you about that." She wondered but still kept her eyes at the Slytherin Prince.
"Oh, you didn't. Blaise did."
"So it's Blaise now?" She smiled mischievously.
"Nothing wrong being on a first name basis without him knowing, right?" She asked, flustered.
"Huh. Seems like everything's normal with him." Ginny ignored her friend's rhetorical question. She was about to give up when they heard a banshee shriek from the entrance.
"Drakie!" The youngest Weasley might have exaggerated her statement when the two Gryffindors saw Pansy Parkinson run towards the Slytherin table, particularly right into Draco's lap. She continuously giggled as she started to play with her hair.
"She's laughing like a madman!" Kelsey exclaimed while covering her ears.
"And Malfoy thinks so, too." She said when the fifth year Slytherin had a shocked and worried expression on his face.
Pansy slipped from his lap and sat right next to him, still having that physical skin contact with him. She wrapped her arms around his and hugged it tight. Draco, still freaked out by the situation, tried to continue eating with one trembling hand.
"Worried expression, trembling hand… No way." She bellowed mostly to herself and her friend.
"What is it, Gin?"
"Shh! Wait! I just need to see something."
Both students watched intently at the scene before them. Ginny's best male friend started to leave the table, miraculously shaking off Pansy's death grip from his arm. He made his way to the door when the pug-faced girl sprinted towards him before hugging his torso from the back, making him jump at least a few inches from the floor. He was then led by Pansy out the door while the students looked at them weirdly.
"Merlin, that's it!"
"What's it?"
"That's why Malfoy has Parkinson's disease!"
"Please, Gin. When I found out about that, I immediately thought of Pansy. Blaise also thought of her right away when Malfoy explained his actions to him as well, but didn't really comment about it. What did you think of, anyways?"
"I don't see why that matters." She said too quickly.
"Ginny?" She asked with a bemused voice.
"I thought it was the life-changing one." She answered in a defeated manner.
"If you're gonna say that this 'life-changing one' is a muggle thing, I don't want to hear about it."
"Good, you saved me the lecture." Drinking the last of her pumpkin juice, she grabbed her bag and stood up. "Come on, we got History of Magic."
"Oh, right." Kelsey put the remaining chicken in her mouth before getting up and grasped her bag before leaving with her friend.
The youngest Weasley and Anderson were sluggishly writing down notes during their History of Magic lesson while Professor Binns was quietly minding his own business at his desk. The redhead leaned back to let out a small yawn before continuing.
"Psst."
"What?" Ginny mouthed to her seatmate.
"How are you going to help Malfoy with Pansy?" She whispered, careful not to be caught by their professor.
"I'm not so sure yet, why are you asking?"
"I dunno, I'm just curious on how are you going to spend your quality time with him."
"Quality time? What are you talking about?"
"He's not going to be that thick for long, you know."
"I think I am missing your point, Ms. Anderson."
"So am I, five points from Gryffindor for incessant noise." Professor Binns said without looking up from his papers.
"I'd like to do something to you to make you do some incessant noise, too." Kelsey muttered darkly.
"You know that I understood you in a different way, right?"
"Yes, yes I know." She smiled wryly. "So, what are you thinking of?"
"How this quill of mine can stand these awfully long sentences."
"I meant about Malfoy."
"Look, this whole 'getting rid of a crazed stalker' isn't really my forte."
"Yes it is."
"How?"
"We're talking about Draco Malfoy, your best male friend."
"Again, missing the point."
"He turned to you for help, the least you can do is throw him a bone or something."
"Sure, no problem."
"Insert sarcasm here."
"Yeah, yeah." Ginny rolled her eyes. Her friend was about to retort but was cut short when the bell rang. Both of them stuffed their parchments and quills in their bag before scurrying out of the room.
Once in the hallways, they slowed their pace as they headed to the dungeons for Potions. They met Harry, Ron and Hermione along the way for they were going to Divination. Once they reached the classroom and were about to enter, they were advised to take a few steps back when a bunch of fifth years came out, both Hufflepuff and Slytherin students.
"Is it fate?" Kelsey asked dramatically and covered her mouth as she gasped.
"It's coincidence." Ginny said in her deadpanned voice while she leaned on the hard, cool wall.
"Ah, but wise words of my brother say that coincidence does not exist." She said leaning next to her best friend.
"And yet you believed him? This is a first."
"He got it in his Muggle Studies. So, yeah, it's bound to be true."
"What's bound to be true?" A boy's voice said, causing both of them to jump. They looked to their left to see Draco leaning his shoulder against the wall while Blaise had his arms crossed over his chest, both guys have smirks on their faces.
"That those silly smirks you show are permanently stuck to your faces." The Anderson girl said.
"Really now?" Blaise said, this time his smirk turned into a small and rare grin.
"Is that a smile growing?" The redhead exclaimed.
"It hardly ever appears on my face. So, savor the moment 'cause this is for you, ladies."
"Kelsey." Draco coughed up followed by an even longer cough, earning him a glare from his Slytherin mate.
"Real subtle, Malfoy." The redhead added her two Knuts in.
"He can't do anything without my help."
"Watch me." With that, the dark brown-eyed boy walked towards Kelsey, who was now standing up straight. He quickly grabbed her hand before kissing it gently. With one last intense stare into her eyes, Blaise left the three of them.
The aforesaid girl turned red as her friends head before walking inside with a radiating smile on her face, completely ignoring the other two people.
"That is the second time they walked out on us." The girl of the pair said.
"Are you that invisible and boring?"
"What do you mean me? They deserted you, too, you know!"
"Yeah, but they wouldn't if you weren't here."
"And people wonder why we're even friends." She rolled her eyes as she stood up straight.
"Quite. Now, did you see anything last lunch?"
"Yes, and it was very entertaining." She smirked at him.
"Wipe my smirk of your face! It may be funny but it was dreadful."
"Really? I didn't notice your worried expression, trembling hand and you jumping a great four inches of the floor."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying that she's the reason why you have Parkinson's disease!"
"Of course she is."
"Why didn't you tell me in the first place?"
"Isn't it kinda obvious with the name?"
"No!"
"Wow, you're dense."
"Shut it!" She seethed out. "So you expect me to help you with this?"
"Yes. She is driving me, and probably everyone else, crazy."
"She's not the only one." She muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing. If I help you with this disease of a person, will you please not come to me when petty problems like this come at you again?"
"Deal."
"Oh joy, oh rapture. You just got to wait a while 'cause I have to figure this out."
"Don't you mean figure her out?" Draco raised his eyebrow questioningly.
"I know what I said." She answered with a playful gleam in her brown eyes.
"Now this is the reason why you're my little Gryff best friend."
"Shouldn't you be on your way, Draco?"
"Yes, yes I should." He then left her alone in the entrance of the dungeons.
Ginny entered the somber room, quickly locating her desk right next to Kelsey, who was smirking right at her. The redhead started to fix her cauldron all the while her friend was still staring at her with a perceptive look on her face. Irritated with her actions, the youngest Weasley snapped her head up and glared at her fellow housemate.
"What is it now, Kelsey?" She said, about to give a verbal beat down at whatever her friend will say.
"So it's Draco now?" The clever one of the two stated with a devious, sly grin.
That practically calmed down and shut up Ginny Weasley for the rest of the class.