Chapter Three:
(A/N. Before anyone asks yes I got inspiration from Grease for this chapter. Also I'd like to say she's NOT planning on losing her virginity just to prove something. K? Power outages suck. I lost power for two days but a lot of people still don't have power. I live in DC and the hurricane Isabelle hit us hard. There are trees and live wires everywhere. My school didn't have power for days so we lost like four days of school YEAH! LOL. A tree fell on my window and we had to cut it down the next day. Luckily the window didn't break. I'm sorry I didn't update for so long. I've been too busy! Anyway here it is! Enjoy and thanks for all the nice reviews!)
She couldn't believe she had done that. Ginny was sitting in the back of the library, her small head resting in her slender hands.
"Now they're all going to hate me." She whispered, her voice trembling with unshed tears. Suddenly she heard voices coming from the other side of the bookcase that stood in front of her.
"God, did you hear about that Weasley girl?" A female voice whispered. Ginny leaned closer.
"No, what happened?" Another feminine voice asked eagerly. The second person speaking had a much higher voice…
"She totally lost it in Care of Magical Creatures class. She started yelling at everyone there." The first voice said.
"Really? Oh my gosh, you so wouldn't expect that from her."
"Why not?"
"God, have you seen her? She's so annoyingly pure. She's a lousy virgin." A different voice spoke this time, the girl's voice full of scorn.
"Yeah I heard that she once tried a fag and got ill. Threw up all over the floor." The first girl added.
"She's so pathetic. I swear I haven't heard her curse ever." The second girl who had spoken quickly added her opinion.
"Yeah well I heard that she once reprimanded that kid with the camera for saying damn." The first girl retorted. Ginny bit her lip, stood up and ran.
Draco was sprawling on one of the leather couches in the Slytherin common room. He stared into the fire, which had an eerie green glow to it. He had a smirk on his handsome face. In his hand, he held a glass of wine. He swirled the burgundy liquid before downing the rest of the comments and throwing the glass into the fireplace, making the flames jump as they burnt the alcohol. He stood up as gracefully and smoothly as a cat. He turned and found himself face to face with his two goons. He cursed inwardly, but his face remained impassive. If he'd learned one good thing was to always stay calm, no matter how infuriated he was on the inside.
"Malfoy, where have you been? These two have been looking everywhere for you, and frankly so have I." Pansy's clear voice came and Draco turned and watched her parade over to him.
"Parkinson, always an honour." He drawled. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him fiercely.
"Are you mocking me?" She snapped. His smile was sweet and deadly and as fake as his feelings for the needy girl.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He said slowly. She smiled nervously, her eyes taking in his ruthless expression and icy gaze.
"Well, I should go study now." She said and waited for his comment. He hated it when she did that. Waiting for him to approve her every action. When he said nothing she turned and walked away, her stride had lost its swagger. It made him smirk in delight.
"Go find me something to eat." Draco snapped as he turned to face Crabbe and Goyle. They nodded and hurried away. It would take them a while to get back because they would be fighting over the food. Draco grinned and walked up the steps. Tomorrow, he promised himself, he would talk to that intriguing Weasley girl and find out if maybe she had a bit of Slytherin in her under all those layers of horrendous timidity.
The door was closed when Ginny got to her dormitory. She frowned and pushed it open. She gasped when she walked in. Melissa was sitting on her bed, looking terrified and miserable. Ginny walked over and sat down next to her.
"Melissa, are you okay?" She asked, her voice filled with concern. Melissa slowly looked up and glared at her.
"No." She snapped. Ginny eyes widened. Melissa looked away. Ginny looked down and saw a packet of papers. She frowned and looked closer. It was a test. A test Melissa had failed.
"Oh, Melissa. I'm so sorry." Ginny said sympathetically. Melissa whirled around and stared at her angrily.
"You're just loving this aren't you. Little miss perfect finally gets her revenge on the stupid girl that can never remember her name." Melissa taunted. Ginny shook her head.
"It's not like that at all…" She began but Melissa cut her off with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand.
"Save it." She snapped then she looked up at the ceiling. "God, my parents are going to kill me." She said and her voice trembled.
"It's okay to cry." Ginny said kind-heartedly. Melissa's face turned into a scowl as she turned to face Ginny again.
"That would be the worse thing I could do. I'd never cry in front of you." She sneered; she stood up and walked outside. Ginny's day was getting worse and worse.