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The two girls glared at each other. Ginny looked absolutely livid. Pansy just looked...exuberant. Their wands were raised at each other's faces.
"Expelliarmus!" Ginny shouted, not wasting any time. She cursed under her breath when Pansy blocked the spell.
Pansy grinned at her. "Nice try, Weasel." Pansy said sarcastically. She raised her back over her head. "Densaugeo!" she cried, throwing her arm forward in one swift motion.
Ginny didn't have any time to react. The spell hit her directly in her mouth. She was almost blasted off her feet. Her eyes widened in horror as her teeth began to grow at an alarming rate. She squeaked and immediately covered her mouth with her hands, dropping her wand in the process. "Mmpf!" Ginny yelped. She hurriedly snatched up her wand, and tried to undo the spell, but her teeth were far too large. It was hard for her to even utter a single word.
Pansy doubled over with laughter. This is just too perfect. Weasley, you should have known better. She smirked as Ginny frantically tried to counter the spell. She was covering her mouth, but her teeth were starting to grow past her hands. "My, Weasel. What big teeth you have," Pansy taunted.
Ginny's eyes narrowed sharply. She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like,'All the better to rip your throat out with.' She could only stand there helplessly as her teeth grew and Pansy mocked her. Tears filled her eyes. She had to force herself not to cry. Not in front of Pansy. She quickly looked around for someone to help her, but there was no one. They were alone.
"Tarantallegra!" Pansy shouted, voice clear and sharp.
Ginny looked back at Pansy just in time to be hit with another spell. For a second, nothing happened. Then, her legs started to move widely about at a fast pace. She gasped and tried to stop, but her legs just moved faster. She tried to hold her legs still, but her entire body started to shake has her hips suddenly jerked from side to side. It only got worse as her arms were forced up and down into the air. Her wand flew out of her hand and landed in front of Pansy. It figured. With a sudden horror, she realized she was dancing.
Pansy was laughing so hard she had to lean against the tree for support. Ginny looked absolutely ridiculous. "Weasels can dance and swim? Fantastic."
Ginny glared at her and pointed to her mouth, then to her legs, indicating she wanted Pansy to lift the spells. She was suddenly jerked from side to side, and spun around in a circle. Her teeth were nearly to her chest.
Pansy chuckled gleefully. "All right, all right. I'll lift them." She calmly pointed her wand at Ginny. "Actually," she started, walking towards Ginny,"I'm curious about something. Do you think your teeth will still grow when you're petrified?"
Ginny raised her eyebrows in confusion. She let out a noise that was a cross between a squeak and a groan of frustration as she suddenly jerked forward, nearly colliding with Pansy.
Pansy shoved Ginny back, glaring at her. "Get away from me. Petrificus Totalus!" She grinned as Ginny's arms and legs snapped together and she fell back, landing with a soft thud on her back. She looked like she hit her head, but Pansy didn't care. She smiled and glanced down at a petrified Ginny. Ginny's teeth had stopped growing just above her chest.
Ginny glared daggers at Pansy. She wanted to choke her. No, she wanted to kill her. No, she wanted to pull her intestines out through her nose. Oh, someone please come help me. Pansy, I swear, I will kill you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
"Well, would you look at that? Your teeth did stop growing! Huh." Pansy crouched down next to Ginny. "Oh, and by the way, you lack rhythm. I suggest taking dancing lessons." She spotted a silver chain peeking out from underneath the collar of Ginny's white, long-sleeved shirt. Why hadn't she noticed it before? She grinned and pulled out the rest of the necklace. At the bottom of a chain, was a large pendant of a heart, surrounding a smaller, black heart with an even smaller gold heart inside. Typical Weasel. "Beautiful necklace. Did your disgusting mother give it to you?" She slowly traced the hearts, accidentally (yeah, right) brushing the tips of her fingers across Ginny's skin.
Ginny's eyes grew large. Don't touch me! And don't touch my necklace! The poor girl could only move her eyes. She flickered her eyes down to her necklace and back to Pansy's face.
"What's that?" Pansy asked, hand curling around the chain, "You want me to have it? Why, I'm shocked."
If looks could kill, Pansy would be dead. Ginny shot her such a look that Umbridge herself would flinch. A look that clearly stated, 'Take my necklace and die.' Pansy better not do it. Hermione had given her the necklace when she turned fourteen. A year later, she had never taken it off except to shower. Her eyes pleaded with Pansy to just leave. Leave and let her be.
Pansy reached behind Ginny and lifted her head from the grass. She walked her fingers down the back of Ginny's neck until she felt the cool chain. She smirked and unclasped it, pulling the necklace off and not-so-gently letting Ginny's head fall back to the ground. "If you insist." Pansy stood up and held the necklace out at arm's length. "I'm surprised a blood-traitor like you even wears jewelry. "Now, what to do with it?" Pansy walked in slow circles around the immobile redhead. "Should I smash it?" She glanced down at Ginny and grinned mockingly. "Pawn it?" Her dark-brown eyes snapped to the lake. A sinister smile spread over her lips. "Or perhaps I could throw it in the lake?" She sat down next to Ginny, casually folding her legs beneath her. "What do you think?"
No, no, no! Ginny thought frantically. Please, please don't throw it in the lake. I'll never get it back! The necklace meant everything to Ginny. She could feel her throat burning. Oh Merlin. She was going to start crying. But Pansy did not throw her necklace into the lake. Instead, she stood up and put it on.
"I think it looks better on me," Pansy taunted. "Doesn't it?" She leaned down next to Ginny, so her lips were right against her ear. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll personally make sure you never have to worry about the Mudblood again. After all, if someone is dead, you won't have to worry about them, right?"
That made Ginny's blood run cold. Pansy. Wouldn't. Dare. If you even touch Hermione, I swear to Merlin, I'll-
"Of course if you just keep your big mouth shut, Granger will be fine. Until she kills herself anyway, that is." Pansy patted Ginny mockingly on her head and stood up, brushing off any dirt. "It's be fun, hasn't it? We must do this again some time. Goodbye, Weasel." Pansy turned around and walked out of the sight, laughing the whole way.
It felt like an hour since Pansy had left. Although it couldn't have been more than ten minutes. Ginny was still lying on the grass, immobile. Well, this is just bloody fantastic. I can't even move, and it's raining. Merlin, I am going to kill Pansy. What the bloody hell is her problem anyway? She's a psychopath! Taunting me, pushing me in the lake, enlarging my teeth, and-Oh, Merlin. My teeth! They're so large. Oh, no. How am I going to reverse this? Hasn't anyone noticed I've been gone? Harry? Ron? Hermione? How could I have just let Pansy attack me like that? Have I learned nothing? Some witch I am. Ginny was going to kill Pansy. And she didn't care what he consequences would be. After what seemed like a lifetime, the spell finally wore off. Slowly, Ginny got to her feet. She stumbled a little, her legs feeling like rubber. She stretched out her limbs and jumped and down a little, relishing in the fact that she could move once again. She quickly scanned the ground for her wand, spying it a few feet away. Snatching it up, she began to pace. Her teeth were large and they hurt. What was she going to do? Going to Madam Pomfrey was out of the question, that was certain. She closed her eyes and racked her brain for an answer. She knew there was a spell for this. But she was so angry, she was having a hard time remembering.
"Come on, Ginny," she muttered to herself. She sounded like a mouse being suffocated. "You know this You ca-reducio!" she cried, as the spell finally popped into her head. She pointed her wand at her teeth and sighed in relief as they began to shrink. Past her collarbone, past her chin, and into her mouth. She ran her tongue over her teeth, checking for any damage. Satisfied that she could go back into the school without looking like a cross between a beaver and a chipmunk, she practically ran inside and didn't stop until she reached her dorm. She leaned against the wall to catch her breath, nodding at Neville who was coming out of the common room, when she heard a familiar laugh before it shut behind him. Hermione's. She could kill Pansy later. Right now, she needed to see Hermione. She slipped inside the common room, breathing in the homy, signature scent of ink, sweets, tonic and fire.
The common room was fairly packed. A group of first year girls were clumped together in a corner, gossiping about which boy was the cutest and whether or not invisible goblins would really steal your soul if you wandered about after curfew. Harry and Ron were nowhere in sight. Probably got detention, she thought. Two sixth year boys sitting together on the floor were a little too interested in their Charms book. Ginny smirked, amused. I wouldn't mind sneaking a peek that their 'book.' She mentally scolded herself quickly after. Her dark-brown eyes lit up when she spotted Hermione sitting in front of the fire. Her long, dark hair fell past her shoulders. Her lips were pursed into a small smile. She was reading something very intently. Her eyes were scanning the piece of parchment rapidly, as if it would explode before she could finish. Grinning, she walked over and plopped down across from her. "Checking your homework for the hundredth time, Hermione?"
Hermione glanced up from her paper. Her eyes were bright and she looked incredibly happy, like Dumbledore had just announced that all essays from now on must be a minimum of five rolls of parchment. In fact, Ginny was certain Hermione had been crying. Crying? Was something wrong? She was about to ask when Hermione gripped her hand. Instantly her heart sped up. Merlin, she was going to have a heart attack.
"Ginny," Hermione said softly, glancing down at her paper and then back up at Ginny's face. The break in her voice confirmed Ginny's suspicions that she had indeed been crying.
"What?" Ginny asked, feeling uneasy. Had someone died?
"Ginny, it's beautiful," Hermione whispered, giving Ginny's hand another squeeze.
"What is?"
"This letter." Hermione's voice was so soft, Ginny had to strain to hear her.
"What letter?"
"This letter Fleur wrote me. I've been meaning to show it to you, but I've just been so busy. It's the most beautiful, expressive thing I've ever read."
Ginny felt like she had been socked in the gut. Figures. A precious letter from Hermione's oh-so-loving French whore. "Oh?" she managed in a calm voice. "That's nice."
Hermione nodded eagerly. She got up and pulled Ginny to a far corner of the room, away from listening ears and casual glances from people who tried to pretend they weren't eavesdropping. "You should hear it, Ginny." Hermione settled in next to Ginny and cleared her throat. "Ready?"
To puke? "Yes. Go ahead and read it," Ginny said, shifting a fraction of an inch away from the brunette.
Hermione smiled and began to read.
'My Dearest Hermione, words can not express how much I miss you. How I long to be in your loving embrace again. To smell the scent of your shampoo in your glossy, beautiful hair. It is, how you say, intoxicating. We differ in age, but we connect in such a way that no one understands. The way we know what the other is thinking and feeling. We know each other's every want and need, no? You, Hermione, are my reason to live. You cannot possibly understand how much I love you.'
Hermione paused to swallow and blink back her tears. Ginny, on the other hand, had her nails pressed so deeply into the flesh of her palm, she was sure she would cut herself. Fleur made her sick. Merlin, how she made her sick. She was vaguely aware of Hermione reading again. She closed her eyes and tuned her out. She couldn't take it. It physically ached to see Hermione so in love with someone else. Someone else that wasn't her. She wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Hermione, please shut up. I can't take this anymore. The next time I see Fleur, I'm going to claw her eyes out with my hands. No, a rusty spoon. No, a rusty SPORK, with twelve inch prongs and Fleur eating termites! That's much better. Ginny opened her eyes just in time to hear the end of Fleur's letter.
"-Hermione, my love, I will see you soon. I promise. Take care, my sweet. All my love, Fleur," Hermione finished reading. She wiped her eyes and grinned at Ginny. "Wasn't that beautiful?"
Ginny nodded slowly. "I-it-it's b-beautiful," she choked out, turning away quickly before the tears started to fall.
Hermione beamed. "Ginny, sweetie, don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't realize the letter would get to you." She wrapped her arms around the young girl.
Oh, Hermione. You'll never realize how much you hurt me. She was about to answer when a first year walked up to them, perhaps a little nervously. Probably because they were older.
"Hermione?" the young girl squeaked, twirling her hair around a finger.
"Yes?" Hermione replied, releasing Ginny and smiling up politely at the small girl.
"You, uh, have a vistor."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. A visitor? She shrugged and stood up.
"Who is it?"
The girl stepped aside and pointed at the entrance of the common room.
Ginny wiped her eyes and looked up. No. No, no, no. Do my ancestors hate me? Am I being tortured for some reason? Does someone have a vendetta against my family, and they're taking out on me? Standing at the entry way was the girl who made Hermione's head spin. The very person who had written Hermione that disgusting, lovey-dovey letter. Fleur Delacour.
That's the end of part one! So, what did you guys think? Loved it? Hated it? Please review! =) More to come!