Drinny FF

Chapter 7

So it happened that on my second school day, I found myself 6th year classes. When I'd told the golden Trio about it last night in the Gryffindor common room, I couldn't help but notice the hint of jealousy in Hermoine's voice.

Hermoine: That's great, Gin.

Ronald obviously was very proud of me and Harry… Well, he just kind of remained indifferent to it all. Or, at least that's what I thought.

I was about to enter my dormitory when I heard scurried footsteps following me.

Harry: Hey, um, Gin? Can we talk for a moment?

I descended the staircase, unsure of what this was about, and faced Harry.

Ginny: Um, yeah, sure.

Harry: So, um, basically, what I'm trying to tell you…

Ginny: C'mon, Harry. Spit it out. I'm trying to get to bed.

Harry closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

Harry: Iwantustogetbacktogether.

He said it so fast I needed a second. When the meaning of his words hit, I had to cover my mouth with my hand as to not burst out laughing. I swallowed down my laughter by clearing my throat.

Ginny: and, um, why the sudden change of heart.

Harry: I just feel like you now being in my class might be a sign. I mean I've never stopped loving you, you know that, and I really think this was meant to happen. For me to realise the mistake I ma-

I put my hand on his shoulder.

Ginny: Harry, with all due respect, I think the fuck not.

Professor Snape: Miss Weasley?

I got startled out of last nights memory by Snape's sneering voice. First I took in all the staring and whispering students. Then my eyes landed on an agitated professor Snape.

Professor snape: Tell me, miss Weasley, do you think that jus because Dumbledore let you skip a year, you have the right to ignore me.

Ginny: No, sir.

Professor Snape: Stand up.

I slowly stood up.

Professor Snape: 20 points from Gryffindor.

There was a wave of frustrated groans coming from the Gryffindors, making me drop my eyes to the floor in embarrassment.

Professor Snape: AND another thirty points if miss Weasley doesn't manage to answer the question correctly.

Th disappointed groans on the left side of the classroom intensified while there was snickering coming from the right side of the classroom, where the Slytherins sat. My eyes swiftly landed on a white haired, grey eyed boy before turning my attention back on Snape.

Ginny: Could you repeat the question, please?

Professor snape: Well, since you find my class so interesting, I shall repeat the question for you. What is the effect of the Angel's Trumpet Draught?

Ginny: well, it's exact usage is unknown, but it is most likely that it is a poison, as opposed to an anti-venom, because, well, the flowering plant known as Angel's Trumpet is poisonous. Secondly, the flask of the draught is engraved with a stylised angel of the type often shown on Victorian funerary monuments, and… Professor, with all due respect, but I think there's a mistake on the blackboard. It's 2 ounces of phenic feathers, not 3.

Professor snape: That's not- Well, I stand corrected. Very well, Miss Weasley, 40 points to Gryffindor.