When You Misplace Your Mind
Right…The third sign…
Oh, come on Gin. Do tell us all what the third sign is.
It is - well…You don't really need to know do you?
*smirks* really Gin, this is my absolute favourite one of all.
It's only your favourite because I…never mind.
It really is a funny story
It is not funny!
You're right it's not. It is a lot of things but funny is not one of them. It's sad, pathetic, flattering -
Oh, shut up!
Well, since Ginny seems so keen on not discussing this particular sign, I suppose I will have to. The third sign is…When you…misplace your brains.
When you…?
Yes, and it is my favourite sign. Here you can clearly see how devoted Ginny is to me.
Oh, whatever. Like I was the only one of who fell into…that type of oblivion.
Oblivion? Rather big word for you don't you think?
Oh shut up.
Your right. We should discuss the matter at hand.
What matter at hand?
How you fell into…oblivion.
Just me? As I said I wasn't the only one.
True, but yours is so much funnier.
It is not.
You walked into a wall Gin.
Oh shut up.
Ginny sighed, twirling her quill slowly as McGonagall droned on about something she didn't care about.
"Ms. Weasley, any particular reason why you are not taking notes?"
"I - er" Don't feel like it?
"Since you seem to think you don't need to take notes perhaps you can tell me what words are uttered to perform the body-switching spell?"
"I - er - don't know."
"20 points from Gryffindor. And I expect you to take notes now."
Ginny rolled her eyes as McGonagall's gaze diverted from her to the beady-looking Hufflepuff. She bent down and started scribbling something on her parchment so it would appear as if she was taking notes.
Half an hour later, the class ended. Ginny sighed. Finally! Today just seemed to be going so very, very slowly. Ginny grabbed her quill and parchment and was about to stuff them in her book bag, and head out of the class as fast as humanly possible, when she saw what she had scribbled haphazardly on the paper.
The parchment was completely full of thousands of different looking phrases that said "Draco Malfoy" The piece of paper was overridden with that name over and over. Ginny blinked trying to recall when she would've written that. Frankly she didn't remember anything of that class, all she recalled was scribbling mindlessly onto the sheet of paper.
Why on earth did she write his name?
Ginny stuffed the papers into her bag and hurried out trying very hard not to think about why she had written that. And why she hadn't noticed that she had written it.
Draco grimaced as Blaise Zabini poked him in the side. "What!" he hissed angrily at the dark Slytherin. Blaise merely nodded in Snape's direction and Draco understood.
He'd been zoning out again.
That had happened so many times in this past week. He just couldn't seem to focus on what the teachers were saying. He tried, well no one would call it trying, but then just as quickly as that he was off thinking about something else.
Mainly thinking about vanilla.
Vanilla! For goodness sakes!
"Malfoy!"
Damn. He'd zoned out again, "Yes, professor?"
"What's your answer?"
"Er -"Answer?
"Well?"
"Vanilla?" Damn.
"See me after class Malfoy."
Blaise sniggered. The class was quickly gathering their things and heading to lunch. "Vanilla, Draco? What on earth made you respond vanilla?"
Draco grumbled angrily "Bugger off Blaise."
He snorted. "Vanilla. That's rich." He sauntered out of the room still laughing at Draco's answer.
Draco still couldn't for the life of him understand why he'd answered vanilla. He couldn't understand why all he could think of was vanilla.
After a few seconds Draco realized something.
She smelled like Vanilla.
What the hell did that mean?
Ginny walked slowly toward lunch. She was starving today. Really, not paying attention in class really took something out of her. She'd have to remember that paying attention equals less starvation.
Ginny swore as she bumped into someone and her books fell unto the ground.
"Quite a dirty mouth for a lady, don't you think?"
Ginny raised her eyes and was met with Blaise Zabini. He hung around a lot with Draco. She merely rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
The Slytherin just smirked and continued walking. Some people just had not manners.
Then something caught her attention. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Draco start to argue with Blaise about something. Ginny straightened and stared at them trying to catch the words.
She was pulled out of her reverie when a short Ravenclaw bumped into her and told her to get out of the way. Ginny started walking to the great hall, while never taking her eyes of the two Slytherins.
She really should have seen this coming.
SMACK!
Ginny groaned as she slammed into a wall, falling back on her arse. The contents of her book bag flew all around her and she lay sprawled on the floor.
Great.
She blushed and could feel herself turning the famous Weasley red. Why the bloody hell couldn't she have looked where she was going instead of staring at Draco? Something was definitely wrong with her.
"Very graceful Gin."
She felt herself turn even redder. "I - er"
Draco merely chuckled and helped her pick up the papers that lay scattered all around her. Ginny stood up and started to pick up the papers on the other side. Then like a ton of bricks, it hit her. The paper that she had scribbled his name on over and over had been in her bag. What if he…? Oh no.
"Gin?"
She tensed. "…Yeah?"
She turned and faced him. His eyes were sparkling with mirth as he stared at a wrinkled parchment. He grabbed that one and placed it on top of the other papers he collected. With the corners of his mouth threatening to turn upward he handed her the stack of papers and stood up. "I'll see you later. I have to go talk to Snape about my detention."
Ginny clenched the papers and looked at the one on top.
Dammit.
It was the one with his name scribbled all over.
Oh don't you look at me that way!!
What way?
Like some smug…idiot!
You walked into a wall.
I am aware of that. I believe I was the one who felt the pressure of the floor hitting my arse.
Honestly, Gin, what kind of a person walks into a wall? It's not like its moving. You walked into a stationary object.
I - So?
So, I find it insanely humorous that you managed to walk into the one object you can count on not to move in your way.
You are really annoying me right now.
It's my job.
You're still looking at me with that - look.
Well, no matter how long ago it was it is still funny.
Is not.
Then, there's the fact that you wrote my name over and over on a single sheet of parchment…
So? You kept thinking of how I smelled of vanilla.
You wrote my name. And walked into a wall. See, I told you, you were obsessed with me.
Obsessed? Right.
Of course, you were so busy staring at me that you couldn't notice the rather large, rocky, grey, wall looming in front of you.
You are never going to let me live this down are you?
It's been three years and I still haven't, what do you think?
I hate you.
Oh, don't worry you don't hate me, you just hate the fact that when you are thinking about me you lose all human capability to think.
Oh, shut up.
Frankly, I'm glad you acted like a total idiot, scribbled my name thousands of times and walked into a wall.
You're glad?
Very, otherwise we might have never been here.
I'm struggling between believing that you're actually sweet for once and waiting for the stupid comment.
And this way whenever I feel bad all I have to do is remember you walked into a wall.
Stupid comment it is.
A/N: I'm so happy! I actually finished this one really quick! I guess it's just 'cause I liked this chappie. Well, the idea for it anyway. I just wanted to see Ginny walk into a wall. Please Review!!