Bat-Bogey Hexes by steel lily

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 24/07/2003
Last Updated: 24/07/2003
Status: Completed

"You think you're so great, you think you're so important, but there are more
important things than you, Draco Malfoy, and if you'll excuse me, I'm off to save the
world." A what-if one-shot. The missing scene from Umbridge's office. Draco/Ginny
hints.




1. Bat-Bogey Hexes
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**Disclaimer:** I hearby…er…disclaim.

This is dedicated to **Amber (MalfoyMyFerret**), my fweepsy beta, and to **Darkstar,** who
accepted my author account when Amber was busy being fweepsy.

**Bat-Bogey Hexes**

“Y-you don’t want to go in there,” said Ginny Weasley, cursing herself for being such a
frightened little ninny. “Someone’s let off a load of Garroting Gas, it’s really awful –“

As one, the entire group of large, intimidating and ugly Slytherins smirked. Ginny tried to make
herself as small as possible. Ginny was chilled to see Gregory Goyle at her from the front of the
pack, flanked by what must have been the largest and heaviest students in the school.

“You’re not going anywhere, Weasley,” he sneered, as she turned to start singing. “You’re coming
with us, I expect the *Headmistress* will be there by the time we arrive.”

She glared at him as Veronica Cromwell, an exceedingly ugly and large sixth-year Slytherin Ginny
knew only by sight, pinioned Ginny’s arms to her sides and held her tight in her grip. She was
quickly gagged.

“NO! Leave her alone!”

Ginny struggled to turn her head around.

*Neville*.

*No, Neville, go back! Go away!* She tried to shake her head frantically as he dramatically
drew his wand.

Goyle laughed lazily and reached out his hammy fist and punched him in the eye. The swelling
bruise above Neville’s eye was enough to preoccupy him as he too was seized by Crabbe.

Ginny heard the tap of heels on marble as another huge Slytherin returned, bearing Luna and
grunted, “Warrington’s got the other.” Malfoy gave a curt nod as the boy Ginny recognized as
Warrington of the Quidditch team rushed to the small group, bearing a struggling Ron, and another
Slytherin girl came with Luna, who was not struggling at all.

The pitiful group moved slowly to Umbridge’s office as Neville, Ginny and Ron struggled against
their captors. Luna merely gazed dreamily at the walls. Ginny could have sworn she heard the
blonde-haired girl humming the refrain of “Weasley is our King” to herself.

Ginny kept struggling and kicking and screaming against the gag and so did all the others, with
the exception of Luna. It did no good.

When they arrived at last – Ginny’s sense of quiet dread had made the short trip down the
corridor seem like forever – the three scuffling Gryffindors and the quiet Ravenclaw were shoved
unceremoniously into the office. Ginny thought she was in danger of vomiting.

“MmmMPH!” she yelled at Veronica Cromwell, doing her level best to kick her shins. Veronica
tried to push her down.

“MMPH!” she screamed, pushing, shoving against her captor. She was vaguely aware of the hum of
conversation going on beyond her but she didn’t care.

And – and then Hermione, Harry and Umbridge were gone.

Ginny took advantage of the quiet to stomp on Veronica’s feet and whirl to kick her in the
stomach, which produced the happy effect of knocking her to the ground.

All of the hulking Slytherins stepped forward, grunting, at this, but Draco Malfoy stopped them
with a wave of his hand.

“I’ll get Weasley,” he drawled, and they returned to their charges – Ron, who’d tried to escape
at this, got a punch in the lip for his troubles. Quickly Malfoy strode to Ginny and pinioned her
arms to her sides, making sure she could not possibly escape, but she’d managed to bite through the
gag.

“Let GO of me, Draco Malfoy!” she screeched, voice sore.

“Now, now, I don’t think I could do that, Weasley,” he said softly, twirling Harry’s wand.

“I NEED to GO!” she screamed, not even knowing what she was saying.

“Oh, really,” he whispered, his voice showing contempt.

“You think you’re so *great*, you think you’re so *important*, but there are more
important things than you, Draco Malfoy, and if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to save the world.”

Rather a nice touch, she reflected, as she whirled around, flaming hair flying, and pointed her
wand straight into his very surprised face.

Her voice was calm and clear as she intoned quietly, *“Advocato verspertilios!”*

She had only a glimpse of silver eyes, no longer languid but alert and – was that *fear*
there? – before his face was covered in the great flapping monsters, eagerly attacking.

Malfoy shrieked and went down, grabbing at the wall frantically, clawing at the beasts as they
attacked mercilessly.

She’d found it terribly amusing when she’d tried out her Bat-Bogey Hex on George after he’d put
some dried Coughing Concentrate in her mashed potatoes (“But Mum, it was all in the name of
science!” he’d yelled as Mrs. Weasley emptied his pockets of all the prototypes) but somehow this
was utterly unamusing. She didn’t feel *bad* for Draco Malfoy, did she? Could she
possibly?

Immediately, as one, Ron and Neville turned on their captors, taking advantage of their shock,
and hit Crabbe and a hulking Slytherin with Stunners. The Slytherin, however, had managed to shift
his bulk and the jet of red light hit the stone, chipping it slightly.

Neville didn’t lose his head, whipping an Impediment Jinx perfectly at his captor, who couldn’t
evade it this time.

Luna remained adrift in her own little world. Absently, she took her wand from behind her ear.
Before her captor knew what hit him – literally – she said vaguely, *“Expelliarmus!”* The wand
flew out of the Slytherin’s grip and Ron quickly hit her with a Stunner.

The *tap-tap* of Ginny’s flat black heels on the corridor and then their soft patter on the
ground outside echoed in her head as she raced to find Harry and Hermione. She led the group. She
didn’t quite know why; Ron was older and so was Neville, although he plodded along steadily – good
old Neville who was always so willing to follow.

Luna Lovegood, who was last, looked deep in thought, but as Ginny spared a quick glance back at
her she looked less ethereal then she’d ever seemed. Her eyes were unclouded and focused.

All of a sudden, it hit Ginny what she had to do.

After all, as she had told Draco Malfoy, she needed to save the world.

She did reflect, however, her thoughts straying, that she was excellent at hexes, although as
Mum was always reminding her, her Charms work could use some practice; when Ginny hexed someone,
they stayed hexed.

It was only reasonable that Ginny Weasley was exceedingly proud of her Bat-Bogey Hexes.



