Nothing belongs to me.
XC: Relaxation
"He knows, Hermione. He knows." She smoothed her robes nervously, watching for a response.
"That's impossible!"
"Trust me, Hermione. I can see the way he looks at me." she whispered. "He knows it was me."
"Do you hear yourself Ginny? You need to relax. Everything's going to be fine."
Ginny laughed out loud now, remembering her friend's words of reassurance.
"Everything is going to be fine?" she hissed to herself. "I need to relax?"
Ginny didn't know how she could manage it now that the hospital was under quarantine. Now that no one was to leave, or even think about attempting it. And now that she was trapped in the potions supply closet with the last person she even wanted to think of right now.
"Of course!" Ginny said loudly, her exclamation echoing around the cramped closet.
Of course! Only the Fates would choose to stick none other than Draco Malfoy in a closet with her for an undetermined period of time.
It was official: Healer Ginny Weasley hated Mondays.