Nothing belongs to me.
LVI: Misfortune
Okay, maybe breaking up with Dean in the middle of the crowded common room wasn't the smartest thing she'd done today (or ever). But, really, today just wasn't Ginny's day.
First, she'd woken up late, and thinking she was late for class, she had burst into the empty Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom where Professor Snape curtly informed her that it was Saturday. When she'd told Dean all about the whole embarrassing ordeal, he just laughed in her face. This act had lead to their fight and eventually the breakup, which explained why Ginny was now storming off.
She couldn't pretend she didn't hear the whispers that followed her as she made her way down to the Quidditch Pitch.
It was the only place Ginny wanted to be right now. In the sky, with the wind whipping her face and hair, her problems falling behind, stranded on earth...
Ginny stole into the broom shed, emerging minutes later, a Cleansweep Seventy resting on one shoulder.
She took a deep cleansing breath, mounted her broom, and kicked hard off the ground. Her worries were swept away as she rose high above the stands.
Ginny gazed eagerly around the empty pitch, only to find it not empty.
Who did this idiot think he was flying around on her pitch?
Of course, Ginny thought, glaring at the silver blur zooming around the goal posts at the other end of the pitch.
She sped towards the intruder.
"Hey!"
Malfoy turned. "What, Weasley?" He looked almost bored. "This pitch isn't big enough for the two of us?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
"So this is the part when you kick me off the pitch?" There was the ghost of a smirk on his face.
Ginny snarled, leaning forward on her broom. The Cleansweep moved on its accord.
She screamed trying to swerve out of the way, but it was too late: Ginny slammed into one of the goal posts.
She toppled backwards off her broomstick. She was only, oh, fifty feet up.
And she was falling, screaming, falling, screaming, falling – dying surely.
Today just wasn't her day.
Ginny closed her eyes, waiting for impact. It came. Funny, the collision wasn't as painful as she had expected. She certainly didn't feel broken…or dead.
Her eyes fluttered open, finding a known cold grey.
She would have to add being saved by Draco Malfoy to her list of the day's misfortunate.