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A/N: In case anyone who reads this in wondering. I have found a way around all of those weird characters that pop up in your story when they get placed on fanfiction. I noticed that it did it to mine when I posted my files in Microsft words. What I had to do was delete my whole entire story and copy it into a Notepad file, then reload it onto fanfiction. That is how I got it to go away!! Now on with the fic!!
Ginny woke up the next morning to the sun shining through her window. Glancing around the room to make sure her roommate was still sleeping, Ginny pointed at her clock and wiggled her fingers. The hands stopped ticking instantly. 'I guess it wasn't a dream,' she thought, hopping out of bed. Grabbing her bath robe and a towel, Ginny made her way to the shower.
Most Gryffindors were notoriously late sleepers. So Ginny continued to practice her powers as she washed, freezing the water as it gushed from the shower head. The sparkling drops would hang in mid air, and Ginny reached out to collect them in her hand. As soon as she touched them though, they splashed across her fingers.
Ginny was in the middle of just such an experiment when the door squeaked open. "Hello? Ginny is that you?" A voice called out.
Ginny released the breath she had been holding. "Yeah Hermione, it's me."
Hermione had requested that Ginny share her private bedroom, instead of staying in the door with her year, and McGonagall had agreed seeing as Ginny and Hermione were two of her best students. One of the perks to the private bedroom was a private bathroom as well. "Why do you keep turning the water on and off? It's bugging the bloody *yawn* hell out of me." Cursing slightly under her breath Ginny cut the water off and grabbed her robe.
"You know me Hermione," Ginny said as she stepped out of the shower. "I just like to play around when I get too bored." Hermione waved her hand in acknowledgement before turning and leaving. Sighing, Ginny grabbed her towel to dry her hair. "That was entirely to close Ginny Weasely," she spoke to herself. Wrapping the towel turban style around her head, Ginny pulled her robe close and went back to her room to get dressed.
Thirty minutes later Ginny was in the common room, practicing summoning and banishing charms that she had learned the previous year. Hearing noise on the stairs she turned to see a rumpled and very sleepy Ron coming down the stairs, followed by a very perky Colin Creevey. "But Ron," Colin was obviously pestering him about something. "We have a review in Charms this morning on everything we learned last year. Can't you please help me?"
"Colin," Ron yawned. "I have to write a foot long essay on the qualities of a good potion's master during breakfast. I don't have time to help you, you silly git." Continuing down the stairs, Ron spotted Ginny. "The heavens smile on us mate," He said patting Colin on the back. "Ginny, my lovely sister, you are the answer to our prayers."
She didn't know how it happened, but Ginny found herself sitting at the breakfast table helping Colin summon breakfast rolls, and muttering the qualities of a good potion's master to Ron. People laughing behind her caught her attention, and Ginny turned to see what they were giggling at. A single rose was floating across the Great Hall. It landed on Ginny's plate and a piece of parchment unrolled from the stem.
Smiling Ginny lifted the note and read it. It curvy, bold letters, were written the words: "You shouldn't be doing other people's homework; shame on you Ginny." Ginny laughed, and Ron looked up snatching the note away.
"Ronald Weasely, give that back." Ginny hissed at him.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Ron's eyes began to scan the room. Looking for anybody with their wand out who could have floated the flower over to the Gryffindor table.
As he looked, the roll that Colin had been trying to summon went flying across the table and smashed into Ron's face. "Colin!" Ron bellowed, jumping to his feet.
"It, It wasn't me." Colin stuttered out. Ron's eye began searching once more for somebody holding a wand, but Ginny knew he wouldn't find anyone.
Turning in her seat she looked towards the Slytherin table. Sure enough, Draco was looking right at her, the customary smirk on his face. Lifting the rose, Ginny sniffed its sweet scent, never taking her eyes off of Draco. He winked at her once, and his smirk softened into a smile.
The day dragged by. Once again, Draco spent a whole day thinking about Ginny instead of studying. It was nice to have someone besides Dumbledore to share his secret with. Snapping out of his revelry Draco heard raised voices further down hall. *Groan* 'Sometimes I curse the fates that made me prefect,' Draco thought as he quickened his pace to see what the disturbance was.
Turning the corner he spotted Crabbe, Goyle, Potter, and the Weasely boy. Crabbe had Potter slammed against a nearby wall. Harry was taller, but Crabbe was much bigger around, and was using all of his substantial weight to pin Harry to the wall. Goyle had Weasely in a similar position. Only Ron's face was being squished into the brick wall.
"What are you crazy oafs doing?" Draco screamed. He had to stop whatever had started this argument and settle it quick. If Ginny found out about this and thought that Draco had been in on roughing up her brother and his friend, their new found relationship might end before it ever got a chance to really begin. "Crabbe, Goyle, let them go right now." He ordered the two beefy Slytherins.
Harry's eyes widened in amazement, when Crabbe loosened his hold slightly. Air began to fill his lungs, and the blue color began to leave Harry's face, making it turn a bright red instead. Goyle however, refused to let Ron go. "We heard them talking about Slytherin after Potions class Draco. When we found them walking down here all alone Crabbe and I decided to teach them a lesson."
Rubbing his temples, Draco could feel a headache beginning to form. "Goyle, I said let him go," He shot the two boys a menacing look. "For once, it is in my best interest and yours to leave Potter and Weasel alone." Grabbing a handful of Goyles shirt, Draco began to tug him away from Ron.
However, when Goyle had loosened his hold Ron brought his arms up and pushed away from the wall. The force pushed both Draco and Goyle back. Ron turned around and swung a punch at Goyle's head, but for a pudgy boy, Goyle had amazingly fast reflexes. He dunked the punch and Ron's fist connected with the side of Draco's face.
Seeing the attack on their friend and leader, Crabbe once again crushed Harry to the wall, and Goyle swung a punch of his own, connecting with Ron's eye and rendering him unconscious. "You bloody fool!" Draco coughed out, holding the side of his head in pain.
"It's ok Draco. I got the weasel good. He's laid out on the floor," Goyle said, smiling at his handy work.
"I wasn't talking about Weasely. I was referring to you, you idiot." Pushing Goyle out of the way Draco crouched to look at the damage done to Ginny's brother. Ron wasn't hurt to bad; it was just a black eye and a bump on the back of the head.
"RON!" a high pitched screech came from behind Draco. 'Oh please no,' Draco turned around to see who had spoken. 'Please don't let it be her.' But of course, it was Ginny. She had seen Draco leaning over her brother's still body.
"It's not what you think Gin- Weasely." Draco caught himself from calling her Ginny at the last minute. Ron might have been unconscious but Potter, Crabbe, and Goyle could still hear just fine.
"I think," Ginny hissed as she stepped threateningly toward Draco. "That you are standing over the beaten and bruised body of my brother, and trying to choke his best friend to dea-*squeak*" Goyle had grabbed Ginny from behind; pinning her arms to her sides. "Malfoy?" she glared at the blond headed wizard.
"Goyle let her go." Draco commanded.
"But Draco," Goyle began to talk back.
"I said let her go. NOW." Draco interrupted him.
"I wouldn't be worrying about your lackey Malfoy." Ginny began to squirm.
"I didn't hit your brother Weasely. Now Goyle this is the last time. Let her go, or whatever she has planned to do to me I'll let her do to you instead."
"Harry," Ginny called to the other boy looking over Draco's shoulder.
"Crabbe, let him speak." Draco snapped his fingers in command. Harry sucked in fresh air before answering Ginny.
"Malfoy *cough* didn't do it Gin. He was trying to get them to let us go. Goyle hit Ron." Ginny's eyes swung back to meet Draco's.
"That's very lucky for you Malfoy. However," She looked over her shoulder. "Not so lucky for you Goyle."
Three inches of boot-heel slammed down on top of Goyle's loafer clad foot. Screaming in pain Goyle hopped around on one foot. His arms loosened from around Ginny. The now free girl drove her elbow back in his solar plexus, and grabbing his arm slammed the bigger man into the wall. Clenching her hand into a fist, Ginny rammed it into Goyle's face; breaking his nose.
Goyle slid to the floor; clutching his nose and crying like a baby. "I told you to let her go. You should know better then to disobey me Goyle." Turning on his heel Draco looked at Crabbe. "Let Potter go and drag Goyle's fat arse out of here before I let Miss. Weasely have another go at him." Both Crabbe and Harry were looking at Ginny in amazement. A growl rumbled from her throat, and Crabbe's face changed from amazement to fear. Grabbing Goyle underneath the arms, the larger boy helped his friend hobble away down the hall.
Draco's eyes glowed with respect for the littlest Weasely. "Potter," He said, never taking his eyes off of Ginny. "Stay here with Weasel. Ginny will accompany me to my room. I have an Anti-Swelling potion that both he and I shall benefit from." Harry's eyes narrowed at hearing Malfoy call Ginny by her name.
"No thanks Malfoy. I'll just get him to the Hospital Wing."
Crouching next to Ron, Ginny intervened. "The Hospital Wing is on the complete other side of the castle Harry. You can't carry Ron all by yourself. Look at the massive oaf." She toed Ron with her boot. "Plus, there is no way I'm letting you walk down into the dungeons alone with Malfoy. I'll be fine, I promise. Look what I did to Goyle and Ferret here is a pip-squeak compared to that tube of lard."
Normally Draco wouldn't have tolerated anybody bringing up one of the most embarrassing moments of his life, but for some reason, when Ginny mentioned it, it made him want to smile. When Potter nodded his head in silent approval Draco gestured for Ginny to follow him, and led the way down into the dungeons of Hogwarts.
Ginny and Draco walked in silence; at least until they were out of Harry's hearing range. "I'm sorry your brother got hurt Ginny," Draco's voice was barely louder then a whisper.
"You've hurt him before," Ginny replied casually. "I accept your apology though, and thank you for at least trying to stop him and Harry from getting pummeled." They were now in the lower levels of the castle, and Ginny was completely confused about where she was.
"I didn't stop the fight to spare Wea-Ron and Harry pain." He was trying to keep his insults to a minimum when he was around Ginny. Taking another left turn, Ginny and Draco came to a statue of a knight. "Tidily-Winks." The knight bowed and jumped out of the way, revealing a wooden door. Ginny raised an eyebrow in question. "Would you expect the Slytherin prefect to have a muggle child's game as his password?" Nodding her head at his sound logic, Draco pushed the door open and stepped back so Ginny could enter.
"Why did you stop the fight then?" Ginny asked as she stepped into through the door without any hesitation. Prefect rooms were suppose to have private rooms, so there was little to no chance of her meeting any other Slytherins.
"I tried to stop the fight to save you pain, and keep the growing friendship, if you don't mind me labeling our relationship so, intact." Draco brushed past her, avoiding her eyes.
A cabinet on the far side of the room swung open and Ginny knew he was using his powers again. "Thank you again Draco." Ginny walked up behind him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "OMG! Look at all of the potions you have." Ginny eyed the cabinet shelves in wonder. Taking a step back Draco gestured toward the over-flowing shelves.
"I hear you are an excellent Potions student. I challenge you to find the Anti-Swelling Potion." The usual Malfoy smirk broke out across his face. Stepping forward, Ginny accepted his challenge. The bottles weren't labeled, but that didn't present much of a problem. She knew the Anti-Swelling potion was a clear liquid. That eliminated most of the potions right off the bat.
Selecting a clear vial from a lower shelf, Ginny removed the cork and sniffed. Pouring out a small quantity of the pasty substance into her palm, Ginny set the bottle down and rubbed her hands together to warm it up. Reaching towards Draco she lightly applied the paste evenly over the swollen side of Draco's face. "Very good Virginia," Draco praised.
Placing the stopper back into the bottle Draco waved his hand to close the cabinet once more. He was halfway to the door when Ginny's voice stopped him. "Don't I get a reward for finding the right potion?" Turning around, Draco saw the playful glint in her eyes.
"What did you have in mind?" Instead of answering him Ginny stepped forward and twirled her fingers into his hair. Careful not to press on his bruised flesh she pulled him down for a kiss.
Draco's arms pulled her close and deepened the kiss. His fingers itched to run through her hair and over her pale skin, but he still had the damn potion bottle in his hand. A soft moan escaped his throat as her tongue slipped out and caressed his lips. Reason finally broke through his passion muddled brain and Draco broke the kiss. Resting his forehead against hers he tried to catch his breath. "Your brother's waiting Ginny, and I would much rather get this potion back, and be long gone before he wakes up."
A smile flitted across her face. "Yeah, are we still going to train tonight?"
"Unless you want to do something else in place of training," Draco said smugly, leaning down for another quick kiss. "Is nine o'clock okay for you?" Draco asked. Ginny nodded in agreement and kissed him one last time before stepping away and walking out the door.
They made their way as quickly as they could back to Harry and Ron. Harry could tell that Draco had already administered the potion to himself. The side of his face was no longer as puffy or as purple as it was when he left. As Ginny bent to smear the remaining potion over Ron's swollen eye, Harry inched along the wall to stand next to Draco.
"You know those few minutes ya'll were gone, it felt like forever. I wasn't sure if you were going to come back." Harry said, trying to make small talk.
"The theory of relativity," Draco muttered.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"Einstein's theory of relativity." Draco spoke in a clearer voice.
"What about it?" Harry was interested in what he had to say.
"If you put your hand on a hot pan, a second can seem like an hour, but put your hand on a hot woman, and an hour can seem like a second." It disturbed Harry a little bit that Draco hadn't taken his eyes off of Ginny for a second as he gave his explanation. "It's all relative." Draco finished.
Harry was flabbergasted, "You know, I've read all of the Dursley's physics book about a hundred times, and I've never found a better description for the theory of relativity then what you just said." (A/N: From the movie the Deep Blue Sea, with the sharks and the jaws that go chomp chomp. J )
As soon as Ginny was done rubbing the Anti-Swelling potion over Ron's battered face she looked at Draco. "I think its best if you leave before I wake him up." Draco nodded in her direction and turned his eyes toward Harry.
"See you around Potter." Waiting till he was out of sight Harry crouched next to Ginny.
"He didn't try anything did he?" Laughter bubbled up out of her lips.
"Oh goodness no, I would have kicked his arse into next week, and he would have needed more then one measly Anti-Swelling Potion."
Pulling out her wand, Ginny mumbled a simple awaking spell under her breath. Ron's eyes snapped open. "Where is he? Where is that bloody bastard? I'm gonna rip him a new ass hole."
Ginny clicked her tongue, "Easy Ron, what would mum say if you caught you talking like that?"
"Ginny? What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
"I'm saving your arse. Next time I might not be around to beat up Goyle for you, so make sure you learn to block that left hook ok?" Patting Ron on his un-bruised Ginny stood up and walked down the hall. Ron stood up, and gave Harry a very confused look.
"What the hell does she mean she beat up Goyle? Where did everybody go?"
Harry patted his back, "Mate, I think it's best you just accept it. Your sister is one mighty big force to be reckoned with."
A/N: I'm so happy this is one of the longest chapters I've ever written. I'm so loving writing this story and I hope you the readers enjoy reading it!! Review and tell me what you think pretty please!!!