(A/N: Okay. I just caught something (a few months ago) that I don't think anyone else caught, or if they did, they were too kind to call me on it. In the beginning of my story, I spelled the baby's name like Adrian. Then I changed it to Adrienne, which, incidentally, was brought to my attention, a girl's name. I'll be resolving that issue from now on. It'll be Adrian. Sorry for the delay in update. Enjoy!)
The Gods hated her today. She looked at her robe and back to the perpetrator, glaring viciously at him. Inconspicuously, he pulled away her butter knife and fork, not wanting to get stabbed by the redhead. Colin giggled nervously before grabbing his bag and ran out, leaving Ginny to flinch at the air. Her robe was covered in pumpkin juice and strawberry jam. Before it could seep through, she plucked it off, revealing her tight blouse. The little second year in front of her choked on his food, causing a few heads to turn and see her. Or more accurately, her bosom. Thankfully, Ron wasn't there to witness the display.
"Colin is so dead," Ginny muttered, mustering up her courage to leave the room.
She glanced up at the teacher's table and caught Draco's eyes on her. She flushed into a crimson hue before jerking up her robe and bag and taking off with Maria hot on her heels. The boys cast appreciative glimpses as she left. She headed straight to the boy's bathroom and saw Colin huddled at the corner. He squealed as he saw her and ducked into a stall before her wrath could fully envelop her.
"I won't hurt you, Colin," she cooed, with a hint of impatience in her tone.
"Yeah you will!" he replied.
"I'll make your death quick and painless, you arse!" she shrieked.
"I'm too young to die!" he cried out.
Thomas burst into the room at hearing his outburst. Perfect timing.
"Try to aim below the face and above the waist," he panted.
"Sure," Ginny growled, preparing to knock down the stall's door.
"Thomas! You're supposed to be protecting me, not encouraging this witch!" he whined.
"Well spotted, Colin. Now I will have to sever your head from your body," she snarled.
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I SWEAR!" Colin yelled.
"COME OUT LIKE A MAN, COLIN! MAKE IT EASIER ON YOURSELF!" she cackled maniacally.
They heard his soft mewling and whimpers before Ginny gored the metallic door, making it swing wide open. Colin screamed with terror.
"YOU STUPID SOD! THIS IS MY ONLY ROBE! THEY DON'T GET WASHED UNTIL SUNDAY!" she shouted.
"I'M SORRY, GINNY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" Colin pleaded.
Ginny's eye began to twitch violently.
"How about you make him wash it?" Thomas shrugged.
Colin nodded emphatically.
"I'll supervise him," he grinned.
"Fine! I expect it clean by the end of the day," she snarled.
She dropped her ruined cloak, spun on her heel and left. Maria just giggled at Colin's shaking predicament as he shriveled into a fetal position, hugging his knees. She flounced away after a fuming Ginny.
"How about you use one of my robes for now?" Maria suggested.
Maria was a petite little thing, almost anorexically so, but the girl ate like an animal.
"No thanks."
While muttering some very creative expletives that would make anyone blush, she headed to the first period of double potions. She sat near the back and glared at everyone who made eye contact with her. They learned to make a Veritaserum by the end of the second period. She lost 20 points for botching it up and having the potion explode. She dragged her way into Muggle Studies, the last period until lunch. Which meant practicing with Draco. Damn it. She plopped down in the corner of the room. Draco watched her in silence as the class poured in. He taught them about their culture and odd pastimes, which included throwing a ball into a hoop. He announced a test for the following week. Groans emitted from the students. He glared, which effectively shut them up. The bell rang and everyone, save Ginny and Draco, made a run for the door.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked with concern.
"Do I look okay?" she snapped.
"Hey, don't take it out on me," he retorted.
She immediately bit her lip for the haste reply and sighed.
"I'm sorry. I've just had a bad day," she mumbled, stuffing her head between her arms.
Draco made a noncommittal grunt of acknowledgement.
"Anyway… Let's get started," she muttered, getting up from the desk.
By the time, lunch was over, she learned how to make her opponent fall asleep on the spot. After gulping down the rest of her drink, she waved farewell and sped away to Herbology. Fortunately, Maria was in this class. Once she saw her, Ginny began to talk animatedly about her bad day until Professor Sprout shushed her. In class, they worked with Bitter Rose roots, which were deadly and lethal. They were illegal in every wizarding shop, but were sold through the black market. They had to cut up the plant and remove the medicinal parts, which were not very vast. The poisonous bits were dipped into arsenic and then deposited into a bottle of mercury, which halted the reaction of the toxic values. As they packed up, no one noticed a green eyed figure snatch some up and put it into a bottle for safekeeping.
Giggling about some inane joke, Maria and Ginny left, arm in arm. They parted ways as Ginny headed to DADA and Maria headed to potions. The day ended with no more anguish or nuisances. During dinner, Ginny sat far away from Colin to avoid another accident. He slowly stumbled to her awkwardly, holding out her robe, clean and pressed for good measure. She frowned, but thanked him anyway. By the time she got up to the Gryffindor common room, she was feeling more tired than usual, staggering along to get up to her dorm. All of a sudden, she blacked out, tumbling down the stairs, falling unconscious.
(A/N: Well… I know it's short, but then again, there will only be 2 or three more chapter, tops. Yay!)
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