Ginevra Weasley stormed down the corridor wearing an expression that could kill. "Pansy, you fucking bitch! I am going to rip your head clean off!" It is custom for Weasleys to be hot headed and Ginny was no exception. Thus when Pansy Parkinson decided to throw a glob of mashed potatoes towards Gryffindor table it was a practically fatal mistake. A detention was worth seeing the looks on their stupid Gryffindor faces, or so Pansy reasoned and plowed ahead with her plan. The projectile whipped potato flew across the room straight at the youngest Weasleys face. Pansy realized her drastic mistake and took flight before Ginny had time to react. When she finally realized what had happened, Ginny fled the great hall, hot on Pansy Parkinson's heels.
Wiping the remaining bits of potato off her face, Ginny continued her charge down the hall. As a Gryffindor beater she had a pretty good arm and despite her wiry frame she could pack a punch, which was said to be a most unpleasant experience. Her temper was legendary amongst Hogwarts, one that not even her six brothers could match. If a fight broke out that involved a Gryffindor female everyone knew Ginny Weasley was involved. When the first fight happened everyone was shocked; little Ginevra Weasley, the quiet girl who longed for the famous Harry Potter, had gotten into a spat. The epic encounter occurred during the beginning of her fifth year.
Pansy Parkinson was chatting it up with a group of Slytherins when Ginny was passing through to get to her next class. Pansy sneered in disgust and 'accidentally' knocked into the youngest Weasley's arm, causing all of her books to fall. Kneeling down to pick up her scattered belongings, Ginny did not even look at the sixth year Slytherin girl.
"You know, Weasley, you should really watch where you're going." Pansy snapped in disgust. "No man would ever take a girl who was accident prone into his bed. Your hand could slip and accidentally destroy his member or something. Then again with your evident lack of sex appeal," she gestured her hand up Ginny's long body and flat chest. " and you're not pretty either, who would want you? Who knows though, little Weasel, maybe one day Potter will get drunk and horny enough for you." She cackled with delight. Ginny remained crouched on the ground. She had ceased picking up books, and just continued to stare at the stone floor her fists clenching. "What is it, Weasley, cat got you poor, mudblood loving tongue?" It all happened in mere seconds, Pansy didn't even have time to defend herself before Ginevra Weasley pounced. Ginny cocked back her arm and hurled her fist down hard. She continued to beat Pansy Parkinson into a bloody pulp until Draco Malfoy, prefect badge gleaming, pulled her from the crying and bruised girl.
"Let go of me, Malfoy!" Ginny screeched, "I'm going to kill the ugly cow!"
"As much as I would love to see it happen, Weaslette," Draco drawled to the enraged girl struggling in his arms, "today isn't Parkinson's day to die."
Soon after Professor Snape and McGonagall came rushing to the scene and Ginny received a week's worth of detention. McGonagall wanted her to apologize to Pansy, but surprisingly Snape intervened claiming that apologies would be pointless and only lead to further arguments. Since that day Ginevra Weasley had hated Pansy Parkinson with a passion, but despite her hate Ginny couldn't help but be grateful to Pansy. Had she not tempted her, Ginny may have stayed the quiet and unnoticed girl she had been before in school.
Though Pansy Parkinson was on top of Ginny's list of "People to kill", she was not the one Ginny fought with close to everyday. The most epic fights, mind you, were the verbal sparring matches of Ginevra Weasley and Draco Malfoy. Ginny, quick to anger had an even quicker venomous tongue and icy Draco Malfoy, the boy known for his cool and calculated verbal attacks. The two only saw each other in three different scenarios; one Quidditch matches, two passing in the halls, and three Potions, for despite her lack of finesse in transfiguration and History of Magic Ginny was amazingly adept at potion brewing. The smallest of insults could trigger their fights and no one could stop them once they started. Snape, clever as he is, just let them have at it, deducting points or distributing detentions once they finished. Their animosity towards one another, though very vocal and public, was also rooted with respect. In every fight the two had neither had lashed out at the other attacking below the belt so to speak. Ginny would not ever call him a Death Eater and Draco would never mention her involvement with the chamber of secrets. They were the taboo subjects of debate, they knew their opponents boundaries though no one else did.
Rounding the corner Ginny slowed her pace, "Where the bloody hell did she run to?" Coming to a halt she looked around her. To the left was a portrait of a young woman reading, to the right a classroom door, behind was the way she had came, and in front of her the hallway continued until it met an intersection. The classroom door was locked, so she moved onward towards the intersection. Unsure of which way to go Ginny just stood still contemplating, when dinner ended and students flooded the halls. Frustrated, Ginny was ready to give up and go to the common room when she felt someone push her. She started to fall, arms flailing to maintain balance but to no avail. She crashed onto the concrete floor, knocking the back of her head. Fuck that hurt. Pushing herself up on her forearms Ginny attempted to regain her orientation. Students were flying by her, a few glancing and giggling at her fall. All of a sudden, Ginny felt a tremor run across the floor. The walls and ceiling shook, rattling and clinking of glass came from above. Ginny glanced up just in time to see a large, glass chandelier come plummeting towards her. SHIT! . The last words Ginny heard uttered before she seeped into the lull of the unconscious were,
"Fuck."