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Chapter 5 : IV
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Ginny stretched her arms, kicking her covers off as she looked at the time. A few choice words escaped her as she saw the small hand in between the eight and nine and the larger hand at the five. She got up quickly and put on her purple robe and headed for the Great Hall.
Within fifteen minutes she reached the hall and rushed towards the high table as many students looked at her and pointed, some with their mouths slightly open.
“Sleep in did we?” Draco questioned as she went to her chair.
“Just a bit,” she responded as she grabbed a couple pieces of toast and the brown woven basket filled with scrolls.
“I won’t need to come wake you up every morning, will I?”
She paused and looked at him. “It’s a nice gesture, Malfoy, but I wouldn’t allow you in my room even if it were to save my life.”
“Now, now Weasley, I wouldn’t want to touch a hair on you.”
Ginny rolled her eyes and walked away, heading towards the Ravenclaw table to hand out the scrolls. She came upon a boy with black hair that drew over his green eyes.
“Aren’t you Ginny Weasley? The bloody brilliant chaser on the Holyhead Harpies?”
“The one and only,” she replied as she handed him his scroll and made her way back down the table. After she finished, there was only a couple more minutes until class started, the Great Hall practically empty.
Following after the students that had straggled behind, she made her way to the third floor corridor, where the Charms classroom was located. The bell rang as she made it to the first floor. She cursed under her breath and continued walking, with a little faster pace.
“Good morning!” She exclaimed as she was about ten feet away from the line of sixth year students that stood outside the now open door. “C’mon now, get on in.”
The students walked in, taking various seats with their friends. Ginny walked up to the front where there was a wooden desk and chalkboard. She jumped onto the desk, crossed her legs, and looked at the class who were getting out parchment, quills, ink bottles, and their books.
“There’ll be no need for any of those today. It’s only the first day and I’d really rather not bore you or myself,” she said as many of the students looked shocked. “I thought today we’d just start off by getting to know each other and have a little fun, rather than just getting right down to business. What do you say?”
A smile was on each of the students’ faces as they put all their belongings back into their bags. Ginny got off the desk and started to walk down the aisle way.
“Now, as most of you know, I’m Ginny Weasley. I don’t really appreciate the formality that Professor McGonagall likes you lot to use, so in my class you may call me Ginny. Outside of the classroom though, unfortunately, you will have to call me Professor…and if I catch you calling me Professor in this classroom, I just may have to give you lines to do,” she said as she winked.
Chuckles filled the classroom as she turned to face them, “As for homework, I expect it to be done on time and handed in on time. Of course if you’re gone it’s another story, in which case you will have to discuss with me. You lot are adults, therefore I will treat you as such, and I also expect to get the same respect out of you.” All of the students nodded.
“Now I believe that’s enough seriousness, time for fun!” She exclaimed as she made her way back to her desk and sat on it again. “First off, I need to know all of your names so we’ll start off by someone saying their name and one of their favorite things. Then the next person will need to repeat the name and their favorite thing, and so on and so forth. And we’ll begin with you, in the back,” she pointed to a redheaded girl who was writing on a piece of parchment.
“Me?” she questioned timidly. When Ginny shook her head she put down her quill,
“I’m Marie Arquette and one of my favorite things to do is draw.”
Ginny smiled and the game officially started. The bell rang right when Ginny finished the very long list. “Whew! That’s exhausting!” The class laughed as they were all standing up getting ready to go, “Oh wait, wait, wait! I completely forgot about attendance!”
She took attendance really quick and let the students go. Wanting to take a break she walked out along with them and heard the chatter of how they had already liked her. A small smirk formed on her face as she made her way down the staircases, wanting to go the kitchens. Before she could reach the first landing, Professor Lewin had interceded her pathway.
“Good morning,” he automatically said as he saw her.
“Morning Professor,” she answered shortly as she moved a piece of hair behind her ear.
“You were late this morning.”
“You’re very observant, aren’t you?” She questioned.
“I suppose you can say that.”
“I expect, then, you’ll be on people’s nerves in no time.”
“Have I already gotten on yours?”
“Without a doubt,” she responded quickly. “Good day to you Lewin.”
Ginny turned on her heel once again and went in the opposite direction than what she wanted to. Walking back to the classroom, she started her next class and continued her day in the same fashion.
The sun was setting slowly upon the castle and its grounds. The light was spilling through the windows of the Great Hall giving it an orange tinge. Clattering of forks, knives and spoons against plates could be heard through the massive amount of chatter that filled the hall.
Ginny was eating dinner when she heard Bolton Lewin’s voice talking to Neville about some sort of rare plant. She let out a sigh of relief as she thanked Merlin that she didn’t need to sit next to him. Draco looked up at her curiously, “Talking to ourselves now?”
She turned her head and looked at him with a confused expression. After a moment she realized that she had mumbled her thanks. “Oh! No, not really,” she laughed.
“Like to thank Merlin for every meal then?”
“Only when Lewin doesn’t sit next to me,” she answered as she put a forkful of potatoes in her mouth.
“Bothering you already?” He questioned as his body seemed to get stiff.
“He’s just…he’s always there when you don’t want him to be. Always so observant, it’s ridiculous.”
“You’ve never had a problem with telling people to shove off, as I remember Weasley, so why start now?”
Ginny looked at him with a slightly surprised face, “And how do you remember Malfoy?”
“Memories like an elephant,” he answered back with a slight smile. She smiled back and continued with her dinner.
After some more small chit chat and when Ginny finished her meal she stood up from the table, “Well now…off to the tower with me.”
“What are you going to do trapped in a tower?”
“How about a walk? Or a drink?” Draco questioned as he stood up. She looked at him apprehensively. “What’s wrong Weasley?” He sighed, “I think I proved to you that I’m not going to try anything.”
“Just an old habit Malfoy,” Ginny responded as a smile crept on her face. “Let’s make a night of it. What do you say?”
“Sounds like we’re both in need of some company,” he responded.
“Instead of just standing here,” she started after a couple moments, “let’s get going.”
He let her go in front of him as they made their way from the table and towards the Entrance Hall. They were silent while they made their way across the grounds, the wind blowing slightly. After a little bit they ended up at the beech tree and sat down, looking at the Black Lake.
The sun was starting to set, causing the temperature to decrease. Shivers started to go down Ginny’s spine as she wrapped her arms around her knees. “Why here?”
“What?” She asked looking at him.
“Why come here?”
“It’s calming. Harry used to come here all the time with Ron and Hermione,” she said without thinking. Her stomach clenched again and her chest seemed to harden.
“It does have that calming sensation,” Draco replied, dismissing the comment about Harry. He looked over at her and saw that she had seemed to freeze up. “Let’s go back and get a drink, shall we?”
She nodded slightly and they got up and walked back to the castle. The walk was silent until they reached the stone steps of the castle. Ginny turned to Draco and looked at him curiously, “What are you staring at?”
“Nothing in particular,” Ginny answered, turning her face away. It went silent again and the castle’s warmth rushed onto them. “You’ve changed.”
Draco looked over at her, his facial expression enigmatic, “What?”
“You’ve changed. The way you carry yourself, your features, and the respect you show to everyone. It’s pretty mind boggling.”
He didn’t answer her. The silence came back between them as they made their way to the dungeons, Draco leading the way. After a couple of minutes they reached a door that led to his room. When they walked in, Ginny looked around. It looked exactly like hers, but already decorated, different pictures around, and there was a small table with a tray that had a number of different drinks.
“Take a seat,” he said as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the rack. Ginny sat down and Draco walked over with two drinking glasses, “What can I get you?”
“Should’ve known,” he smirked as grabbed the tall bottle and drained it into the smaller glass. He passed her the glass and held up his own, “Cheers.”
A small smile came upon Ginny’s lips and she took a sip, the bronzed liquid burning her throat. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation sink in.
“So tell me, how does it feel to be famous?” Draco asked.
“I would think you’d know Malfoy, your name’s in the paper enough” Ginny answered slickly.
“There’s a difference,” he replied back as he swirled his drink in his glass before taking a sip.
“Not much of a difference. Yours are for something for the greater good, while I’m just nothing but good entertainment.”
“Good entertainment,” he repeated slowly, leaning on the table with his fingertips drumming on the table.
“Nothing better than that,” Ginny said as she grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey and filled her glass another time.
“Indeed,” he replied.
Her eyebrow arched, as if to question his short, agreeable response. Instead of filling the glass that he provided her, she just to a swig out of the bottle. The burning liquid rushed down her throat faster than she thought, causing her eyes to widen with surprise. She closed her eyes, letting the burning sensation finish its course.
“Are you okay over there?” He questioned, his eyes scrutinizing her face.
“Just need some water,” she answered as she opened her eyes. Draco took out his wand and pointed it at the empty glass that used to hold Ginny’s Firewhiskey. Before she knew it there was water in the glass, and she quickly made her way for it, drowning the liquid swiftly, allowing the coolness to relieve her burning throat. “Thank you.”
Draco nodded curtly and leaned further across the table, “Is there a reason why you’re trying to burn your insides?”
“Just trying to get over the fact that here I sit, with you across from me, without you putting your usual comments in.”
Again, Draco leaned further, “Would you rather I tell you how much of a blood traitor you are, and how disgraceful you make the wizarding world?”
Ginny leaned closer, creating the space between her and Draco just inches apart, “It’d just be better to know that I wasn’t living in some alternative universe.”
“Are you sure about that?” He questioned softly, his icy gray eyes looking into her soft brown ones.
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