Gaining Memories
A/N: Long wait, sorry for that! Been busy lately.
Chapter 5 - Quidditch hero
I'm having trouble saying why to me
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"Wait, are you trying to tell me to root for Slytherin?"
"Your choice."
"But I always root for Gryffindor, even though you are my boyfriend I'm not going to change that."
"Oh come on, just a little `Yippee Slytherin' would do it."
"Yes, in a crowd of red and gold I'll go and yell; Yippee Slytherin!"
"It would make me happy?"
"It would make the rest of the crowd gag and throw hexes at me."
"If that happens, I would be sure to order Goyle to hit on the audience."
"You will not!"
"Hey, I'm a Slytherin."
"Well, I'm a Gryffindor."
"Are you challenging me?"
"Yes, grrrr come on over here and take a piece of me!"
"As you wish -"
"Oh, no I take that back. No, stop it, Merlin - hahaha - Draco stop it! Draco!" giggled Ginny as she tried to push the blond Slytherin off of her, trying to make him stop tickling her to death. Draco tickled his way up to Ginny's ribs, grinning like mad.
"Oh come on, you were the one that told me to get a piece of you!" he chuckled, grabbing Ginny's arm who was flying around dangerously and softly nibbled on it.
"Iiieeww! Malfoy cooties!" she whined and pulled her arm back, stroking the spot where he just sat his teeth on it.
"Would you mind?" Came the strict voice of Pince, the librarian. "Stop being all over each other, or I'll ban you from the library," she threatened the couple and strode away from their table.
Draco snorted and got back on his seat, glaring at the old bat. "Geez, what's up her arse?" commented Ginny and stuck out her tongue at the back of Pince.
"Well, will you cheer for me?" Draco asked and looked at her with those puppy dog eyes. Ginny adverted her head to another object, the gaze of his silver orbs killing her.
"Okay, but if someone puts a hex on me, I'll know who's butt I'm kicking when the match is over."
Draco gave her a smile. "I still don't know why they won't let you play the match ... " he began but Ginny hushed him.
"I'm just sitting this one game out, that's all. I'm sure I would be able to convince Ron into letting me play again."
He looked up from his books. "Why is it he won't let you play again?"
"Well, would you look at the time, shouldn't you be going to practice?" Ginny interrupted him like the subject about her not playing the match never happened. Draco grinned and collected his books on the table. "Hhhmm, avoiding it, right?" he said and stuffed them all in his schoolbag, still grinning. Ginny made no comment to that.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at the match," and he left the library.
Ginny was left behind, fuming about why she couldn't play the match. It was Ron who had strictly forbidden her to skip the match. Just because she was playing against the Slytherins.
"They are to tough Ginny." Was his lame excuse. Ginny knew better, he wanted to keep her as far away from Draco as possible. Ever since her `second first date' Ron had been so kindly to follow her all day long. When Draco was in sight, he started talking to her to get her away from him. Ginny had been furious and tried to spend as much time with Draco as possible. Just to piss Ron off.
Maybe she would cheer for Slytherin, just to piss off Ron even more.
Back in the common room, Ron was hyped up about the match for tomorrow.
"Get the snitch first Harry. What ever you do, just get the snitch first. Don't let Malfoy beat it to you, you have to get the snitch first. Do you follow me, Harry? You have to get the snitch first -"
"Ron."
"Yeah?"
"Calm down, you're acting like the world is going to end tomorrow. Believe me, it's not."
"But we have to win this match, or else we could forget about the Quidditch Cup!" Ron defended, helplessly throwing his arms up in the air, pacing around the room and unconsciously annoying Harry.
"Just relax, Ron," said Harry and pulled Ron down to the bench, so he could rest a little. "This isn't about Malfoy, isn't it?"
"Malfoy? No, why would it be that Malfoy dates my sister? No, it's not about Malfoy. Not at all," answered Ron quickly.
"Ron."
"Yeah?"
"Why would you want to beat Malfoy so much?" Harry asked, generally concerned about his best friend who was losing his wits right now.
"Because it's Malfoy! He's a slimy little git that's going to be a Death Eater, therefore should be shot!"
"Ron."
"Yeah?"
"You're scaring me. And I'm serious, is this about that Malfoy thinks he's dating your sister?"
"No, why would it be that Malfoy dates my sister? No, it's not about Malfoy. Not at all," Ron repeated like a broken record. Harry glared at his friend for a moment, he really was losing it.
"For God's sake Ron, this is just a Quidditch game. Not some personal vendetta between you and Malfoy and the shiny trophy being Ginny."
"Just promise you'll beat him Harry."
"That's a promise."
Of course when some people are yelling in their conversation, someone is bound to eavesdrop on them. Just their bad luck it was their shiny trophy; Ginny. She was on her way back to the common room when she heard Ron saying something about the match tomorrow. Ginny thought he was being his usual self before a big match, but then Harry said something that sparked her interests. She hid behind a corner and carefully listened to their conversation. They were talking about Draco, and on top of that they were talking about her too.
That was all she needed to hear before storming into the common room, making sure she stomped on Ron's foot and angrily strode her way to her dormitory.
Harry looked at the redheaded girl with big surprise. "Ron, I think your sister is on to you," he commented, his eyes never leaving the spot were Ginny was last seen.
Ron scowled at his friend and stood up. "Sure, let's make my life a real living hell." Harry glared at his retreating back, who was Ron to think he was living in hell? He was the one to kill Voldemort, not Ron.
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A new day had begun and everyone in the Great Hall was as quiet as when they were in Snape's class. Really, Ginny knew why they were quiet, just because Ron forbid her to play the match for today. That's why they were all quiet, probably eager to yell at Draco that she's not his girlfriend. Merlin, everyone in the whole school knew about the bloody situation. Just stick a damn sign on her back and then maybe Draco would know too.
Ginny sighed and leaned on the palm of her hands. The Slytherin prince was destroying her life, literally. She was tempted to go and spill out every little secret to him last night, just to stick back all the pieces of her so called life. But she could sense he was having trouble too with the whole silence around the Great Hall. Why was everything happening to her? Ron was mad at her, Harry has been ignoring her, Hermione she hasn't even seen, Colin was probably some sort of paparazzi taking pictures of her and Draco, and Draco, well, he thinks Ginny is his girlfriend. Could she be anymore unlucky?
Yes, it can. There was also the matter of Pansy Parkinson; the Slytherin princess. Of course a prince and princess should be together, and Parkinson thought so too. But then the `stable girl' made an appearance and stole her prince. Ever since Dumbledore told the students that Draco had amnesia and thinks Ginny is his girlfriend, Parkinson became the obsessive stalker. The first few days, nothing happened, but then she started writing letters to her, threatening her to break it up with Draco. Ginny never told anyone about this, because she knew Parkinson wasn't as smart as she let everyone know.
Ginny sniggered at a thought in her mind. Maybe Parkinson had hired Colin to take pictures of her. A paparazzi and the stalker, it would make a brilliant story.
"Hullo, Ginny." Oh look, it's the let's-ignore-Ginny-person! Ginny scowled at Harry as he sat down next to her, staring at his breakfast.
"Good morning, Harry," she managed to say with a cheerful voice. "Beautiful day to play Quidditch, isn't it?" Ginny happily pointed towards the ceiling. It was raining.
Harry looked at her with raisin eyebrows but continued to stare at his breakfast. "Harry, eat, if you don't, Ron will," said Hermione Granger, books firmly in her hand as she sat opposite of Harry.
Ginny had a hunch why Harry and Hermione suddenly saw her, they were there on Ron's command.
"So, Ginny, excited for the match?" Hermione asked, trying to make small talk with her. Suddenly, Ginny's sarcasticness kicked in as she placed a broad smile on her face.
"Oh yes, I certainly am! Fighting those Slytherins in the rain, kick their butt, what I wouldn't do to actually be able to play the match," Ginny commented, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Hermione let out an `oh' and kept her mouth shut for the rest of the morning.
After sitting in silence for almost a half an hour, Ginny opened her mouth. "What's Ron up to?" she asked smoothly to both fellow Gryffindors.
"Excuse me?" said Harry blankly, sitting straight up and looking at her.
"You heard me," Ginny growled at them both. Hermione was trying to avoid the question, Harry was a little more obvious than Hermione was.
"Ron isn't doing anything." That's it, if these two imbeciles are denying the fact that Ron ordered them out to hunt for Ginny, then she could pretty well talk to a bloody piece of furniture. Ginny stood up and left the table in a hurry.
She headed towards the doors, to get some fresh air when she passed the Slytherin table. It was all Ginny could take to not scream at the table when she tripped over someone's foot, flew over the ground and landed with a loud thud. The whole table ejaculated into laughing, pointing out her stupidness.
Ginny scowled as she blew some dust away from her face, she could feel her foot ache in a terrible pain. Ginny ignored the pain in her foot and stood up, ready to scratch someone's eyes out. Well, well, if it wasn't the Slytherin princess that tripped her.
"Would you look at that you lot, a Weasley that knows it's place; at the foot of a more powerful person," Pansy Parkinson drawled and started laughing at the really angered redhead. Ginny saw, out of the corner of her eye, Draco moving towards her, probably to calm her down. But now she was pretty damn insane, all thoughts were whirling around in her mind and she dangerously took tiny steps towards Parkinson, still ignoring the pain in her foot. Fury was written on her face. Who was Parkinson to think she could just trip her in the start of an already bad day? What Parkinson needed was a firm good kick in the arse so she would know her place, in a lower place.
"Look, the weasel thinks she's intimidating!" Parkinson cried with a false cheer. However, everyone at the Slytherin table gathered to the end of the table, wanting to see some sort of cat-fight. Draco was sitting on his place, not really knowing what to do.
"Never, ever underestimate a girl Weasley in PMS mode, Parkinson," Ginny snapped at her before taking one deep breath. Parkinson snorted at her attempt to throw down her guard, she was not that dense.
"Oh please, go ride your broom and knock yourself off," said Parkinson and flicked her hand to Ginny, who was feeling pretty much pissed off.
Next thing she knew, she had preformed one of her most dazzling tactics; tackle the object of your fury. Then she was certain she had scratched Parkinson all over her face. Ginny could hear the Slytherins yelling; Cat-fight! Cat-fight! Parkinson tried to get Ginny off of her, but without any luck. Ginny then pulled out her wand and yelled a hex that was suited for the situation. She could have beaten Parkinson to a pulp, if it weren't for someone who pulled her away from the Slytherin wench.
"Ginny, stop it! You're getting yourself into trouble over nothing!" said Draco to try and calm down Ginny. He had his arms around her body, to hold her from damaging Parkinson anymore then she already had.
"What is going on here?" bellowed professor Snape as he stood between Ginny and Parkinson, only glaring at the redhead that was being hold by Draco.
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Sure, now Ginny was gossiping object number one, but wasn't she that before? Ginny snorted at Dumbledore's pathethic attempts to get her to listen to him. She frowned at her own behavior, she was acting Malfoy-ish.
After her `cat-fight' with the Slytherin bimbo, Ginny was send to Dumbledore, while Parkinson had to go to the Hospital Wing because she had horrible wings sprouting from her back. Ginny grinned at the thought of Parkinson looking indeed like the devil himself. Now she was in Dumbledore's office, hearing him ramble about not picking out on a fight and that sort of stuff.
But really, it was not her fault she had attacked Parkinson. She was the one that tripped her on a very bad day, she was the one that started throwing insults at her, she was the one that send her those letters, threatening her to break up with Draco. Why can't she see, Draco is mine!
Ginny's eyes went blank for a second. Did she really just say that? Poor Ginny, already losing her wits and brains just because of ferret-boy.
"Miss Weasley, would you care to say what's on your mind?" Dumbledore suggested and sat back in his chair. Ginny looked up from her place and placed on a fake smile.
"Well, actually, I don't care that the Slytherins say that I attacked Parkinson," Shut up Ginny, shut up.
"Oh, and why is that so?" Dumbledore asked in surprise. Ginny tried to hold her big mouth but she started babbling anyway.
"Parkinson has been driving me nuts lately, she has been sending me letters. Letters that tell me to break up with Draco, because he is her property," What did I told you Ginny, shut up before you make things worse.
"And on top of that, Ron is forbidding me to play Quidditch, just because we're playing against the Slytherins. Well, would you look at that, Draco is in the same team, what a coincidence!" You just couldn't keep your big loudly mouth shut, could you? Ginny sighed and took in a deep breath. Thank Merlin, she was done. No wait, there was more?
"Just some side-information, I'm in the middle of my period what's making things actually worse. And some bloody idiot thinks I'm his girlfriend!" Way to go Ginny, you just signed for an eternal life serving detention. Maybe she was lucky and they would just expell her, what sounded like a good idea to her.
"Are you done, miss Weasley?" Dumbledore asked her calmly. Ginny nodded curtly in reply. "Good, I think the only thing you need to know is that now is not a good time to lose your sanity, miss Weasley."
She snorted, again.
"There is only one thing that I allow you to lose, but that's another matter. Now, I think you're all ready to go see the match for today!" he said cheerful, clapping his hands together and looking at the time.
Ginny furled her brow. What thing did he allowed her to lose? He really was nutters, just like Percy said. Then something struck her, he hadn't given her any sort of detention, was she free to go?
"But, professor -"
"No buts, miss Weasley. Go ahead and watch the game," Dumbledore spoke with a twinkle in his eye. Ginny smiled at the older man and gratefully stood up, ready to dash out of there.
"Just one more thing," Ginny stopped at the door and turned around. "Keep an eye on young Malfoy, would you?"
Ginny nodded and left his office.
"There you are! Come on, the match is starting in fifteen minutes!" Hermione was waiting for her at the Gargoyle, impatiently tapping her foot against the ground.
"Why are you waiting for me?" Ginny asked, thoughts of the morning drifting in again. Hermione shrugged and pulled Ginny with her.
"No time to talk, you're gonna miss your brother's match!"
Ginny allowed herself to be pulled all the way to the Quidditch pitch. It was raining very hard, all of it pouring down on the students. All students had gathered there and piled up on each other, just to get the best seats. Hermione, luckily, used her brains and told Luna Lovegood to hold a spot for them both. Hermione pulled Ginny through a crowd of red and gold and stopped when she bumped against a super sized lion head. Good guess; Luna Lovegood.
"Isn't it wicked?" she asked, making the fake lion roar through the crowd. Ginny probably was half deaf now and leaned over the edge to see if all the players were ready. Through the thickness of the rain she could see the Gryffindor team, some of them, practicing around in the air. But no sign of any Slytherin.
"Hold my spot, I'll be back in a moment," Ginny said and pushed her way out of the population. It was strange not seeing the Slytherins already on the field, usually they were the first ones there. Ginny decided to check it out, well she is Draco Malfoy's girlfriend, doesn't that gave her any sort of rights?
Giving up the one-sided fight in her head, she quickly made her way to the Slytherin locker rooms. Ginny was not really sure she was in the right place, but when she knocked into Goyle's large body, she knew she was.
"Huff, what are you doing here weasel?" he growled. Ginny's temper rose at the nickname weasel.
"Excuse me?" she said indignantly, placing her hands on her hips. Then someone joined in their conversation.
"Draco!" Ginny screeched and whirled around, coming face to face with a smirking Draco. He turned her around and pulled her closer to his chest. Ginny thought it was kind of sweet but then struggled out of it.
"Malfoy, why is the weasel here?" Goyle said like a big piece of beef. Didn't he know they had a `relationship'? Apparently not.
"Goyle, if you ever call her weasel again I would and will send this Quidditch boot up your arse," Draco threatened, stepping before Ginny who was pushed aside. And all Ginny wanted was to know what was the hold up ...
"Why are you defending her?" he asked. Ginny prayed to Merlin Goyle would be smart for just a second to know he should just shut up.
Draco frowned at his friend. "Goyle, Ginny is my girlfriend, I know you can't be that stupid."
There was a long silence were Goyle opened and closed his mouth. Ginny was so glad and was about to pull Draco away when Goyle started responding.
"You're not her boyfriend!" he spluttered at Draco who was in turn frowning deeper. "Are you mad? I am her boyfriend!" Draco shot back. Ginny sheepishly tugged on Draco's Quidditch robes to get his attention. Then she noticed Goyle wasn't wearing his Quidditch robes.
"You don't like the weasel!" Ginny rolled her eyes. Of course he doesn't like her, they were enemies for Merlin's sake. But boyfriend and girlfriend at the same time.
Draco growled when he heard Goyle saying `weasel' again but remained calm. "Of course I don't like her," Ginny nodded in agreement behind Draco. "I love her," Thud.
Ginny lost her balance and crashed down on the ground. Did he just say he loved her? Did he just say that for real? Did he just say that to a fellow Slytherin? Has Draco Malfoy said he loved her? A Weasley? Was this a dream? Why was she still on the floor? Ginny looked up at the hand whom belonged to Draco. She ignored it and ungracefully stood up, ready to bash all this sick loving crap that came out of Draco's mouth.
"You don't love me!" she spoke and pointed her finger at Draco. He just grinned at her.
"Yeah Malfoy, you hate her!" added Goyle from behind Draco. Draco rolled his eyes but stepped closer to Ginny. He rose his hand and softly stroked her cheek. "Of course I love you," he said like he meant it and turned around.
Ginny stood there speechless as she saw how Draco and Goyle walked away to the locker rooms. This thing was getting way out of hand, Draco Malfoy who was always the snarky smirking git, turned into a sappy puppy dog who says he loves Ginny. She only hoped he would gain his memory back, and looses the memory of this whole ordeal. She sighed and got back to Hermione and Luna.
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"Where did you go?" Hermione asked after Ginny got back. She wore this sulking expression as she sat on the little seat.
"To the bathroom," Ginny lied easily, ignoring Hermione for now. Then she heard a loud voice, announcing that the games had started.
Teams of silver and green, red and gold flew across the sky, waiting for the balls to be released. Ginny spotted her brother and Harry, floating next to each other. She also saw Draco, opposite of her brother, sneering at him. Even from her distance and the rain, she still could pick him out the best because of his blond hair. It would get very dirty, the game and his hair.
"Good luck," she softly whispered to the blond.
"And they're off!" yelled the voice of a fellow Gryffindor.
The game began and Ginny tried to keep notice of what was going on. She could see the red quaffle being thrown around to a team of red and snatched by a team of green. Beaters flying around dangerously, especially Goyle for her liking. Her ears filled with the loud screams of supportive from the Gryffindors, all yelling; Go Gryffindor!
Ginny squeezed her eyes a little, the rain annoying her greatly. Her thoughts were not entirely on the game as she recalled what Draco said to her. I love her.
Does he really love her, or does he thinks he loves her? Ginny fluttered her eyelashes at the rain. Such a mess.
Ginny stood up and leaned on the edge, to get a clear look of the game. The crowd yelled even louder when the Gryffindors scored ten points. Ginny looked up at the sky, squeezing her eyes to stop the rain from falling into her eyes. She tried to look for Draco, but couldn't find him.
A loud roar joined the crowd, indicated that Luna was using her lion again. Ginny saw the beaters of Slytherin aiming the bludgers at Ron. Poor Ron, he's already a bad keeper, and now they are specifically aiming at him. There was a loud groan coming from the Gryffindors and the Slytherin crowd cheered louder. It seemed Ron had been knocked over by one of the bludgers and was now hanging on his broomstick with only two hands.
Ginny slowly fluttered her eyes closed, Ron would have no problem to get back up on his broom. When she opened her eyes, she saw she was right, Ron was back up on his broom and flying around the hoops again.
"Gryffindor leads by a score of twenty points!"
Apparently, after hearing the cursing through the microphone, Slytherin finally scored a point. Ginny grinned, feeling pleased for Draco. Speaking of Draco, where was he?
Wait, there he was, above in the sky, trailing Harry as if his life depended on him. Ginny huffed at his behavior, he can't win like that! Finally, after following Harry long enough, Draco turned to another direction, flying above the crowd. Ginny saw him zigzagging through the storms of rain, trying to find the golden snitch.
But he wasn't searching for the snitch, she noticed, again he was flying above the crowd, searching for something. Ginny's head rose higher and higher until she was looking right above her how Draco stopped to float in mid-air. He pointed to her, mouthing something to her, she couldn't quite place it what he was trying to say. All this rain was making it harder for her to read. Then she finally recognized it.
For you.
Ginny stared at the mysterious boy as he flew away from her, at great speed. She ignored Hermione poking her to get her attention. Her eyes never left the Slytherin as to see what he was trying to do. Then she saw it, the golden snitch, floating maybe just an inch above the green field. Draco made a dove for it, but Harry had seen it too and they were racing to it from opposite sides. Ginny clenched her teeth, Draco was closer, but Harry was going faster.
Ginny rose her fist in the sky, slowly chanting the words;
"Go Slytherin! Go Slytherin!" she yelled out, for once not supporting Harry but his enemy.
The two were almost at the ground, both the same distant, each had their arm reached out before them. Ginny held in her breath as she saw the two speeding towards the golden snitch, who was there first?
Both haggled with their hands as the snitch was in reach and they surpassed each other with just an inch. Both parted and flew in a straight way, neither of them showing they had caught the Snitch. The crowd had died down and held in their breath, eager to know who had caught it.
It soon was clear as the one and only Harry Potter held out his hand in the sky, the Snitch clutched in it, trying to get loose. Gryffindor burst out of cheering, climbed like monkeys over the railing and ran to Harry, who had landed and was proudly showing the Snitch to everyone who was there.
Ginny didn't care about one of the many triumphs of Gryffindor, she was searching for the lost Slytherin blond, but couldn't find him. After pushing her way trough the crowd, she entered the pitch and wandered around to look for Draco. Ginny ignored the fanclub Harry was creating around himself and looked behind them. There he was; kicking the grass and throwing his broom to the ground.
Somehow, the noise turned into a soft background music as Ginny approached Draco. He whirled around quickly when he heard her walking towards him. His face showed an emotion of deep lost. Ginny just wanted to hug him and spoil him to death.
She closed the distance between them and stared at his grey eyes.
"I did this for you," he whispered softly as the rain crashed down. "I did this for you and I lost."
Ginny smiled and softly stroked his cheek with her fingers, "You did not lost," she responded and pulled herself closer to him. "You're my Quidditch Hero."
And she kissed him.
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