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A/N: hello! I'm sure glad I got feedback here at Portkey! ^.^~ I like this place I say!
If any of you have seen my story before please tell me, I found a nosy little thief and [INSERT FLORALY USED CURSINGS AND PAINFULL TORTURE WORDS HERE]
So! Any info would be appreciated! tho... who would like to copy my things... aint all that great...
This chapter has been changed, re-read, and adapted to fit your screen.
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Ginny sat up on her bed on a cold October morning, stretching slightly; she removed the sheets from her and groggily sat up.
Memories of what had happened last night made her feel nauseous. She let her head rest on one of the four-posters of her bed. She looked at her wristwatch, it was nine o'clock
Damn it! I'm gonna be late! She mentally cursed herself for being so late.
She looked around the dormitory as if expecting to see her roommates going on about their business, which happened at these usual late hours.
"Oh yeah! It's a Hogsmeade weekend," She said happily with the fact that she wouldn't have to face Harry at breakfast or actually that there was no school during the weekends... thank Merlin for that!
She managed to get herself into some loose robes, some random skirt she had, a shirt and a pink sweater her mom had made her for her birthday.
She dragged herself down the main stairs (almost tripping on the trick step) and crashed with the Great Hall doors for not looking where she was going, this day had started off just merrily.
The smell of food was wafting from the Great Hall making Ginny hungrier but the whole thing of having to face anyone from her table, asking her why her eyes where so puffy or why did she come late last night to bed, even though it was none of their business, instead, she decided that she had unfinished homework and this would be a perfect time to do it.
She directed herself towards the library, encountering Mrs. Norris coming up from the spiral stairs of the Gryffindor tower and took her books a quick as she could and headed inside the library.
For Ginny's luck the library was empty and she was able to sit on the middle table which was usually crammed with students, but now she had it all for herself.
She scrambled through her book bag and took out a quill, inkbottle and some rolls of parchment, careful as to not let any ink spill, she had been having some problem with Weasley Wizardin' Wheeze's new invention, which had been so diligently placed in her book bag and had ruined a week's worth of homework.
All set, she searched around the library for her topic, Flobberworm Mucus, in the potions section because reference books were required so she took Potions through time by Ray McKencie, A Wizards Last resort by Dantes and some others as reference for her paper.
Having all the need Ginny set off in a quest to finish a paper in less than half an hour!
(A/N-super hero music plays in the background, trantralalaaan!)
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Draco took his time to get to the Library, and was successful in finding one that took more than time, but a tiny piece of fabric from his recently-bought slacks. Taking the longest way, he really really didn't want to read his father's letter.
He had always hated his father, and he knew that sooner or later he was to become something like him, and obey orders from someone. Just like his father, Narcissa says, and he did have the whole blonde hair to go with it. He knew it from the beginning; it was bound to happen, and soon.
That's nonsense! I've never obeyed anyone and I won't start now! He though angrily. Why should he follow orders from one who never gets his hands dirty, scared, that's what The Dark Lord was, he was too scared to get the job done himself. Ha! If he only got caught with those thoughts. A bitter smile reached his lips; oh he would be in trouble.
Once he reached the huge Oak doors he stepped through them as if it was his doom. Loud creaks bouncing off walls welcomed him with a bitter irony.
Looking around for a table he was surprised to see someone else in the library, considering that he had came early so that he would be alone, but somebody just had to go ahead and ruin it for him. A redhead was sitting there, little specks of dust danced around her, making her look rather strange, or so he thought. Too busy trying to do homework perhaps... he thought idly.
The morning sun shone down on her, giving her and the tons of books stacked at her side an interesting shade of yellow. He noticed she hadn't heard him enter and was pretty sure that if he were to yell in her ear she wouldn't even flinch.
He laughed at his own thoughts and sat on the table nearest to the unlit fireplace. He took the most recent letter and scanned it; it all seemed familiar, like a planned déjà vu. The words Draco Malfoy were imprinted in an intricate way with ebony black ink and on the back a green wax seal, an M with a snake coiled around it.
He carelessly ripped it open it and read:
Son:
As it was and is evident the Dark Lord has indeed returned. And he has accepted us all back under his wing.
I have told him about you.
He has great interest in you, I do not see what he wants from a boy like you, but you will follow my orders and join him.
I will send you another owl to tell you about further reference and from there he will give you your orders.
Rage taking the best of him he slammed his fist against the table, the sound bouncing off the walls and resounding around the library, making a lot of things shake in their places.
Nervously, he looked around to see if the librarian was around and to his surprise the Gryffindor hadn't even flinched, she was just sitting there tapping her quill against the table, in an outermost annoying way.
Ignoring her, he turned around and started to read a previously opened letter he had burned but retrieved just in case it said of a matter of importance, which was almost always, much to his discontent.
While reading his oh so very important letters, trying to think got quite hard, due to a very annoying noise coming from the center table. The constant quill tapping was getting on his nerves.
Weasley… he thought angrily
"Would you keep it down?!, I for my part, want to concentrate!" he half yelled and half looked around for Madam Pince, to see if she had heard him. Where is that bloody librarian anyway? He thought not really wanting an answer.
Seeing that she had completely ignored that demand, he proceeded with his reading while the noise got louder and louder, which according to Draco, was totally on purpose.
"Oh bloody hell!" he snapped as he stood up and went towards the middle table where the noise was being emanated.
He took a moment to look at her through that red hair that was covering her face; her eyes had deep shadows under her eyes. She probably hasn't bee sleeping much he though awkwardly and raised an eyebrow at his own thoughts. Now where had that come from? He shrugged it off.
He slammed a hand on the table, resulting on a little pain, in order to get her attention, but failed miserably.
"Weasley, do you realize how annoying you are being? More than usual that is" he said assuming his Malfoy trademark sneer.
Probably on a trance or something he thought. Getting annoyed by the minute from her silly behavior.
He thought of another approach for the situation. If she didn't want to listen, he'll make her listen. So this time he placed himself behind her chair.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME WEASEL, you are getting BLOODY annoying," he yelled at her ear.
As his last words got through her brain she jerked her head up and shook her head.
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Ginny blinked twice, she looked down to her essay, and much to her surprise she was done.
Don't recall doing all that… she thought puzzled probably did it while I was thinking, which makes absolutely no sense... she made a mental note to re-read that when she had the time.
Then as if somebody just turned on the volume she heard a voice yelling out insults coming from her back. And making her a little dizzy.
She recognized that voice immediately. Malfoy. Anger mounting up, she mustered her meanest glare and did just that, glare.
Seeing that he finally had caught her attention, he now proceeded to his regular family insults. Oh how he seemed to love those.
All her anger, all of last night's emotions where whirling around her brain bound to explode. Until she couldn't take any more and flung herself forward. Towards him.
Landing on top of him she started flinging furious punches at him. All she had been holding in was now being released in punches.
She was throwing mad punches at his face. Saying insults at him. Pronouncing words she had never dared to say before. But now it was different. She couldn't help it; she had changed in just a night.
This went on for what it seemed like a lifetime ,but had only lasted seconds, until she was able to control herself, well not really, but she had stopped, partly because Draco was now on top of her and was holding her fists so that she would stop. A very puzzled look upon his face.
Realizing what she had done she shoved him off, gathered all she could and stormed out of the library, with as much self esteem as she could muster.
Leaving a very confused Draco Malfoy behind.
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