Title: Never Been Kissed: A Ghost's Tale
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: [email protected]
A/N: Hello all. I know I should not start another fic until I at least finish 'Muggle Music', but I have been sitting on this one for such a long time and I finally had to get it out. So here it is. I hope to make it funny but it might just turn out to be angst. So for now it will just be put under the genre of romance. Though it will be an odd sort of romance... How about I just let you read eh?
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter. Well except maybe merchendise... But I don't know if someone has ever written something like this, so until I find out the plot is mine.
Never Been Kissed: A Ghost's Tale
Chapter 1
Unemotional Mafloys
~*~
Ginny couldn't believe it. They were finally here. It had been a rumor at first. A terrible and sadistic rumor that few said that they believed, but all secretly feared. The Death Eaters were attacking Hogwarts. The Death Eaters were attacking with a force no one thought they possessed.
None in the school, the Resistance or the Alliance had expected Voldemort's army to be quite so large. As far as intelligence had told them his following was not being as well received as the previous time. But the large force had swarmed around the Quidditch Pitch.
Nearly all the school had been there to whiteness the latest battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor. It was the perfect opportunity to attack in retrospect. So it was for that reason that Albus Dumbledore, head of the Resistance and the new Alliance, had had the Aurors, giants and other creatures in the Alliance on call.
Yet by the time this extra help had arrived the damage had already been done. The audience, or the Quidditch players themselves, however had not been completely helpless. It had been a standard rule of the past few years to go nowhere without one's wand. If Voldemort thought his army could move in with out any resistance, he was greatly mistaken.
And that was how Ginny Weasley came to be outside in the growing dark of late February, fighting for her life and the lives around her. Somehow she had gotten separated from her friends and brother when it had all began. She silently prayed that they were alright for everywhere she heard screams of anger and pain. She had caused a few herself as she blasted off hex after hex at the army in black.
She was still being forced to retreat though. A single sixth year could not hold off over a dozen enemy forces. She caught sight of a convenient group of trees out of the corner of her eye and moved swiftly toward hem being careful not to turn her back on the enemy.
Just as she reached the trees she felt the back of her heel hit something. She fell to the ground hard before she even realized she was falling backwards. She looked towards her feet to see an upturned tree root.
'Bloody trees,' she thought darkly, glaring at the offending root. She looked up at her new surroundings and let out a small gasp. There was someone in there as well. Someone that was dressed in a black cloak.
The sound she made attracted the individual's attention and she gasped once more. The Death Eater was no wearing his white mask. Her eyes widened as she stared at the man she hated most next to Riddle.
"Malfoy," she whispered, staring at the tall man with his platinum blond hair in disarray. His sharply angled face carried a large amount of satisfaction and Ginny did not want to guess why.
His cold, grey eyes turned and fell on her as she scrambled to her feet, clutching her wands. He narrowed them as he stared at her, looking her up and down. Ginny fought the urge to cross her arms. Suddenly the man grinned slightly.
"Well look what we have here," he drawled, amusement in his voice. "A Weasley. And not just any Weasley, no. Arthur's only daughter." He grinned wider. "The one who rejected the Dark Lord."
"Shut up!" she snapped, holding out her wand. Anger was cursing through her. "You're the one who gave me that bloody book in the first place!"
"Yes, I did," he smirked, walking towards her. Ginny held her ground. "And now I will finish the job he failed to do."
With movement so quick that it was almost silent, Lucius Malfoy lunged towards Ginny, a silver object in his hand.
Ginny cried out as the object slid under her ribs, feeling like ice. She whimpered as the object was torn from her, leaving the freezing feeling to spread alarmingly quickly through out her body. She slumped forward into her attacker and he grabbed her arms. Her wand fell from her hands.
"And now I hope, Miss Weasley," he whispered quietly into her ear. "That you will die properly. You have caused me more than enough trouble than you are worth as it is." With that he let her fall to the ground.
Without even a backward glance at his handiwork, the Death Eater walked away, black cloak billowing. Ginny stared after him wide eyed. She tried to call out but found her mouth was full of blood. She tried to move but it seemed the freezing feeling was inhibiting her movement.
'Poison,' she thought in a panic. 'I've been poisoned.' She paused. 'And stabbed. And now I am going to lie here and die all alone on this bloody cold ground.' She felt a tear leak out of her eye, though if it was from sadness or from pain she did not know. 'I'm going to die here all alone and no one will ever know what really happened to me.' Another tear.
Closing her eyes to be rid of the moisture that was blurring her vision, Ginny found that she could not get them to open again. A wave of tiredness over came her that was more powerful than any she had ever felt. Her head swam and she thought her body was following suit, drifting through oblivion.
'My family will never know that their enemy finally finished me off,' was her final thought before darkness over came her.
~*~
Draco Malfoy ran as far and as fast as his long legs would take him. He knew it was cowardly to run, but he couldn't help it. It seemed his whole world was being turned upside-down with no remorse. The Death Eaters, his father's clan, we're attacking everyone in sight. Including the Slytherins.
'Maybe they just don't realize we're Slytherins?' he wondered, dodging another of the black cloaked figures and dashing behind a crop of rocks. He glanced down at his now filthy green Quidditch robes. Perhaps they would be enough to mark his Slytherinism, but he dared no stop and find out. Not after what he had witnessed.
Both Crabbe and Goyle shot down. Their size alone would tell you who they are- 'were'.
Draco pushed them from his mind. He wanted to push everything from his mind. If there had been a button on his head to give him amnesia he surely would have pushed it. Anything to be free of the horror and confusion he was feeling.
Coming free of the rocks and moving swiftly behind a large section of trees, Draco felt his foot snag. He felt the hard ground before he even realized that he had fallen. Looking back in annoyance he saw a sea of red.
At first he thought he was bleeding but on closer analysis he realized the blood was not his own. That the redness was not blood, but hair.
"Weasley," he moaned, recognizing the only Weasley female child. The Weasley that always seemed cheerful and happy even when the world told her to frown and be miserable. And her damned annoying voice was enough to drive Draco over the edge. Not that he heard it too often, but when he did.
Draco rolled himself around to look down at her. She was bleeding from her stomach. Without quite realizing what he was doing, he reached out and touched the girl's sprawled wrist.
Nothing.
He reached for her neck.
Nothing.
"Weasley?" he asked, his voice weak in his ears, not being quite able to bring himself to realize that the girl was dead. That he had stumbled across another dead body even, if it was the dead body of Weasley's younger sister. "Weasley, can you hear me?"
A moment later, Draco gasped.
~*~
Ginny awoke with a start. The sound of someone's voice had pulled her from her dream. I had been a terrible dream full of fear and death and pain. She looked up at the individual who had rescued her from the terror she had felt. Only that it was someone she never dreamed would be there. And he was filthy and covered in mud.
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" she demanded, pulling herself into a sitting position. She felt no pain. It had to have been a dream then. A very twisted and wrong dream.
The blond boy sat back quickly, looking at her with widening eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" she demanded, frowning at the Slytherin's show of surprise. It unnerved her worse than the dream had. As far as she was concerned, all Malfoys were unemotional bastards. "I can't look that bad."
He continued to stare at her for a moment. "Weasley, you're dead," he finally croaked.
Ginny's right eye grew larger than the left. "That's the most-" she looked down at herself and gasped.
Blue mist. She was made of blue mist. Just like the ghosts of Hogwarts.
"Oh Merlin. I'm dead!"
She looked around wildly as though top spot the person responsible for this terrible joke. There was no one around but the trees. She was in the same clearing she had been in when she fell before she had awoken. She could still hear the screams and shouts from her dream. Except she realized now that it had not been a dream. It had been the waking world and she had just left it. But why would she come back? Her mind drew a blank.
"What happened?" she asked the still surprised looking boy. He stared at her for a moment longer then frowned, seeming to get over whatever he had felt.
"How the hell am I supposed to know, Weasley?" he demanded. "You were just in my way and I found you lying here." He narrowed his eyes. "And shouldn't you know what happened?"
Ginny narrowed her eyes and tried to think as to what had happened. Nothing came to mind. She finally shrugged. "No."
Malfoy looked at her for a moment. It was as though he were trying to detect a lie. Finally he shook his head and stood up. Ginny stared up at him. He seemed very tall.
"Where are you going?" she asked, rising to her feet, only to discover she had none. Her feet simply faded into a trail of blue mist. She attempted to raise one leg and it moved as it normally would, trailing the blue mist as it did. Yet she could no longer walk as she once would have. 'This is going to take a bit of getting used to.' she thought silently, resisting the urge to click her tongue.
She turned her eyes back to Malfoy. "Where are you going?" she repeated.
He turned and stared at her. Ginny frowned. Something didn't seem right. The boy before her looked quite lost.
"I have to get out of here," he said slowly, no longer quite looking at her.
Snap.
A twig to the left of them beyond the trees sounded. Malfoy's head snapped in that direction, eyes narrowing suspiciously. It seemed it was all he needed to bring him back to life.
"I have to go," he repeated. Turning on his heel he quickly strode away from her, filthy green robes billowing behind him.
Ginny floated there for a moment, watching his retreating back. A sense of loss and importance over came her in such a way that she had never felt. She almost gasped aloud in surprise. She narrowed her eyes and mentally sighed in disgust.
'You have got to be kidding me,' she thought in anger, glaring after the blond boy. 'There is no way in hell that I am going to follow him.' Yet as the feeling increased, she found herself floating after him. 'Bloody hell.'
~*~
Draco had no idea as to where he was going. All he knew was that he had to get away. Away from everything that was going on. Away from all the insanity. Away from Weasley's dead sister.
'It has to be a dream,' he thought numbly. 'Weasley will kill me.' He paused. 'I don't know why, but he'll find some twisted reason.' He paused in his thinking to dash behind some more trees.
"Where are you going, Malfoy?" a voice hissed in his ear. Jumping, Draco whipped around to see the semi-transparent image of the Weasley girl in his face. She looked as she had when she had lived. The same stubborn face. Same horridly blaring freckles. Same red hair, though it didn't look so red anymore. It was more blue now, making it look all the more terrible in his eyes.
"Gah," he let out in a strangled sort of way. "What the hell Weasley?" he demanded. "Why are you following me?"
"I'm not really following you," she said with a shrug. "But I don't really have any where else to go. I mean, what does a ghost do?"
"Be dead and leave me alone," he hissed, turning away from her once more and proceeded to walk quickly away. He decided that to return to the school was the best place to go. It seemed as though the fighting was slowing down. Which either meant the school was winning and everyone was returning to the school or that the Death Eaters were winning and were taking over the school. Either way it seemed the school was the place to be.
"Why are you hiding in the trees?" the dead girl's voice hissed in his ear once more.
"Go away Weasley," he hissed without jumping or turning around. He continued to walk. 'Stupid red head,' he thought angrily. 'Even when they're dead they suck.'
"Nope," she replied simply.
Whipping around, Draco had to glare up to look at her. She was now about six feet off the ground. And she was in plain sight to be seen, meaning she could attract attention to him. He narrowed his grey-blue eyes, taking in a deep breath in the intentions of trying to calm himself down.
"Leave me alone!" he bellowed out with this breath. It did help to calm him a bit. Though her response made his anger increase two fold.
"Don't think I will, thanks," she replied sweetly, grinning down on him with this insufferable grin. She even had the nerve to twiddle her fingers down on him.
Shaking his head, Draco turned away from her and continued his trek to the school with the intentions of ignoring the dead girl. He figured he would have ignored her if she were alive, so why not dead as well? His intentions however fell flat when the girl began to speak once more.
"You know," her voice called down to him. "I wouldn't be going this way if I were you."
"And why not?" he asked curtly, not even bothering to turn around. He wasn't sure why but she seemed to get more irritating by the moment.
"Because there's a large group of Death Eaters about two hundred yards away," she said. Draco stopped once more and turned around to glare up at her.
"And why should I trust you?" he demanded. He could feel his face heating up. "All you've been doing is following me around like some dog."
"Wow," she sneered down on him darkly. "For a whole five minutes. Your life is really going to end, Malfoy." She paused. "On second thought, keep going that way. Then when you become a ghost by your father's slimy hand I can say I told you so."
Draco could have sworn he saw red flash before his eyes. For some reason what she had said struck a nerve. Perhaps it was the stress catching up with him or he had simply lost his mind. Either way he snapped.
"That's it!" he cried, stooping down to pick up a rock that lay conveniently at his feet. With out a moment's hesitation he hurled the object at the girl floating above him. The rock sailed by her and they both watched as it crashed to the ground.
"Well that was effective," she said dryly, cocking an eyebrow. "You know, you should look into a career of it. I'm sure the Muggle baseball teams would love to have you."
Draco let out a short scream of frustration, stooping once more to pick up a second rock. "Just go away!" he screamed, his already disordered hair flailing about his face as he threw the second rock.
Ginny grinned slightly and attempted to catch the flying projectile. And she did. Both her and Draco stopped and stared at the rock that now lay in her blue misted hand.
"You're a poltergeist," Draco said simply, staring blankly at the object in her hand. The object that seemed to have brought him back to reality once more.
"Apparently," she said in awe, looking at the object as well.
They stood like this for a time before an evil grin began to spread across her face. Draco did not like it one bit. It was unnatural looking, even for a ghost. Her sweet face contorting into something dark and sinister. She glanced from the rock to him, and he began to realize what she was smirking about.
"Don't you dare." he said slowly, trying to put as much authority into his voice as he could. "Don't you fucking dare."
"Or what?" she demanded, the grin now showing off glinting teeth. ''You'll throw another rock at me?" She grinned wider. "Face it Malfoy. I'm going to haunt you until the day you die. You will rue the day you ever thought about teasing us Weasleys."
~*~
A/N: Well, that's it. The first "lovely" chapter. So tell me, smash or trash? I vote trash. But if you want to know why Ginny's a little psycho tagalong or why Draco is so terribly rude to the dead (cause there is a reason), then please vote smash.
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: [email protected]
A/N: Hello all. I know I should not start another fic until I at least finish 'Muggle Music', but I have been sitting on this one for such a long time and I finally had to get it out. So here it is. I hope to make it funny but it might just turn out to be angst. So for now it will just be put under the genre of romance. Though it will be an odd sort of romance... How about I just let you read eh?
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter. Well except maybe merchendise... But I don't know if someone has ever written something like this, so until I find out the plot is mine.
Never Been Kissed: A Ghost's Tale
Chapter 1
Unemotional Mafloys
~*~
Ginny couldn't believe it. They were finally here. It had been a rumor at first. A terrible and sadistic rumor that few said that they believed, but all secretly feared. The Death Eaters were attacking Hogwarts. The Death Eaters were attacking with a force no one thought they possessed.
None in the school, the Resistance or the Alliance had expected Voldemort's army to be quite so large. As far as intelligence had told them his following was not being as well received as the previous time. But the large force had swarmed around the Quidditch Pitch.
Nearly all the school had been there to whiteness the latest battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor. It was the perfect opportunity to attack in retrospect. So it was for that reason that Albus Dumbledore, head of the Resistance and the new Alliance, had had the Aurors, giants and other creatures in the Alliance on call.
Yet by the time this extra help had arrived the damage had already been done. The audience, or the Quidditch players themselves, however had not been completely helpless. It had been a standard rule of the past few years to go nowhere without one's wand. If Voldemort thought his army could move in with out any resistance, he was greatly mistaken.
And that was how Ginny Weasley came to be outside in the growing dark of late February, fighting for her life and the lives around her. Somehow she had gotten separated from her friends and brother when it had all began. She silently prayed that they were alright for everywhere she heard screams of anger and pain. She had caused a few herself as she blasted off hex after hex at the army in black.
She was still being forced to retreat though. A single sixth year could not hold off over a dozen enemy forces. She caught sight of a convenient group of trees out of the corner of her eye and moved swiftly toward hem being careful not to turn her back on the enemy.
Just as she reached the trees she felt the back of her heel hit something. She fell to the ground hard before she even realized she was falling backwards. She looked towards her feet to see an upturned tree root.
'Bloody trees,' she thought darkly, glaring at the offending root. She looked up at her new surroundings and let out a small gasp. There was someone in there as well. Someone that was dressed in a black cloak.
The sound she made attracted the individual's attention and she gasped once more. The Death Eater was no wearing his white mask. Her eyes widened as she stared at the man she hated most next to Riddle.
"Malfoy," she whispered, staring at the tall man with his platinum blond hair in disarray. His sharply angled face carried a large amount of satisfaction and Ginny did not want to guess why.
His cold, grey eyes turned and fell on her as she scrambled to her feet, clutching her wands. He narrowed them as he stared at her, looking her up and down. Ginny fought the urge to cross her arms. Suddenly the man grinned slightly.
"Well look what we have here," he drawled, amusement in his voice. "A Weasley. And not just any Weasley, no. Arthur's only daughter." He grinned wider. "The one who rejected the Dark Lord."
"Shut up!" she snapped, holding out her wand. Anger was cursing through her. "You're the one who gave me that bloody book in the first place!"
"Yes, I did," he smirked, walking towards her. Ginny held her ground. "And now I will finish the job he failed to do."
With movement so quick that it was almost silent, Lucius Malfoy lunged towards Ginny, a silver object in his hand.
Ginny cried out as the object slid under her ribs, feeling like ice. She whimpered as the object was torn from her, leaving the freezing feeling to spread alarmingly quickly through out her body. She slumped forward into her attacker and he grabbed her arms. Her wand fell from her hands.
"And now I hope, Miss Weasley," he whispered quietly into her ear. "That you will die properly. You have caused me more than enough trouble than you are worth as it is." With that he let her fall to the ground.
Without even a backward glance at his handiwork, the Death Eater walked away, black cloak billowing. Ginny stared after him wide eyed. She tried to call out but found her mouth was full of blood. She tried to move but it seemed the freezing feeling was inhibiting her movement.
'Poison,' she thought in a panic. 'I've been poisoned.' She paused. 'And stabbed. And now I am going to lie here and die all alone on this bloody cold ground.' She felt a tear leak out of her eye, though if it was from sadness or from pain she did not know. 'I'm going to die here all alone and no one will ever know what really happened to me.' Another tear.
Closing her eyes to be rid of the moisture that was blurring her vision, Ginny found that she could not get them to open again. A wave of tiredness over came her that was more powerful than any she had ever felt. Her head swam and she thought her body was following suit, drifting through oblivion.
'My family will never know that their enemy finally finished me off,' was her final thought before darkness over came her.
~*~
Draco Malfoy ran as far and as fast as his long legs would take him. He knew it was cowardly to run, but he couldn't help it. It seemed his whole world was being turned upside-down with no remorse. The Death Eaters, his father's clan, we're attacking everyone in sight. Including the Slytherins.
'Maybe they just don't realize we're Slytherins?' he wondered, dodging another of the black cloaked figures and dashing behind a crop of rocks. He glanced down at his now filthy green Quidditch robes. Perhaps they would be enough to mark his Slytherinism, but he dared no stop and find out. Not after what he had witnessed.
Both Crabbe and Goyle shot down. Their size alone would tell you who they are- 'were'.
Draco pushed them from his mind. He wanted to push everything from his mind. If there had been a button on his head to give him amnesia he surely would have pushed it. Anything to be free of the horror and confusion he was feeling.
Coming free of the rocks and moving swiftly behind a large section of trees, Draco felt his foot snag. He felt the hard ground before he even realized that he had fallen. Looking back in annoyance he saw a sea of red.
At first he thought he was bleeding but on closer analysis he realized the blood was not his own. That the redness was not blood, but hair.
"Weasley," he moaned, recognizing the only Weasley female child. The Weasley that always seemed cheerful and happy even when the world told her to frown and be miserable. And her damned annoying voice was enough to drive Draco over the edge. Not that he heard it too often, but when he did.
Draco rolled himself around to look down at her. She was bleeding from her stomach. Without quite realizing what he was doing, he reached out and touched the girl's sprawled wrist.
Nothing.
He reached for her neck.
Nothing.
"Weasley?" he asked, his voice weak in his ears, not being quite able to bring himself to realize that the girl was dead. That he had stumbled across another dead body even, if it was the dead body of Weasley's younger sister. "Weasley, can you hear me?"
A moment later, Draco gasped.
~*~
Ginny awoke with a start. The sound of someone's voice had pulled her from her dream. I had been a terrible dream full of fear and death and pain. She looked up at the individual who had rescued her from the terror she had felt. Only that it was someone she never dreamed would be there. And he was filthy and covered in mud.
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" she demanded, pulling herself into a sitting position. She felt no pain. It had to have been a dream then. A very twisted and wrong dream.
The blond boy sat back quickly, looking at her with widening eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" she demanded, frowning at the Slytherin's show of surprise. It unnerved her worse than the dream had. As far as she was concerned, all Malfoys were unemotional bastards. "I can't look that bad."
He continued to stare at her for a moment. "Weasley, you're dead," he finally croaked.
Ginny's right eye grew larger than the left. "That's the most-" she looked down at herself and gasped.
Blue mist. She was made of blue mist. Just like the ghosts of Hogwarts.
"Oh Merlin. I'm dead!"
She looked around wildly as though top spot the person responsible for this terrible joke. There was no one around but the trees. She was in the same clearing she had been in when she fell before she had awoken. She could still hear the screams and shouts from her dream. Except she realized now that it had not been a dream. It had been the waking world and she had just left it. But why would she come back? Her mind drew a blank.
"What happened?" she asked the still surprised looking boy. He stared at her for a moment longer then frowned, seeming to get over whatever he had felt.
"How the hell am I supposed to know, Weasley?" he demanded. "You were just in my way and I found you lying here." He narrowed his eyes. "And shouldn't you know what happened?"
Ginny narrowed her eyes and tried to think as to what had happened. Nothing came to mind. She finally shrugged. "No."
Malfoy looked at her for a moment. It was as though he were trying to detect a lie. Finally he shook his head and stood up. Ginny stared up at him. He seemed very tall.
"Where are you going?" she asked, rising to her feet, only to discover she had none. Her feet simply faded into a trail of blue mist. She attempted to raise one leg and it moved as it normally would, trailing the blue mist as it did. Yet she could no longer walk as she once would have. 'This is going to take a bit of getting used to.' she thought silently, resisting the urge to click her tongue.
She turned her eyes back to Malfoy. "Where are you going?" she repeated.
He turned and stared at her. Ginny frowned. Something didn't seem right. The boy before her looked quite lost.
"I have to get out of here," he said slowly, no longer quite looking at her.
Snap.
A twig to the left of them beyond the trees sounded. Malfoy's head snapped in that direction, eyes narrowing suspiciously. It seemed it was all he needed to bring him back to life.
"I have to go," he repeated. Turning on his heel he quickly strode away from her, filthy green robes billowing behind him.
Ginny floated there for a moment, watching his retreating back. A sense of loss and importance over came her in such a way that she had never felt. She almost gasped aloud in surprise. She narrowed her eyes and mentally sighed in disgust.
'You have got to be kidding me,' she thought in anger, glaring after the blond boy. 'There is no way in hell that I am going to follow him.' Yet as the feeling increased, she found herself floating after him. 'Bloody hell.'
~*~
Draco had no idea as to where he was going. All he knew was that he had to get away. Away from everything that was going on. Away from all the insanity. Away from Weasley's dead sister.
'It has to be a dream,' he thought numbly. 'Weasley will kill me.' He paused. 'I don't know why, but he'll find some twisted reason.' He paused in his thinking to dash behind some more trees.
"Where are you going, Malfoy?" a voice hissed in his ear. Jumping, Draco whipped around to see the semi-transparent image of the Weasley girl in his face. She looked as she had when she had lived. The same stubborn face. Same horridly blaring freckles. Same red hair, though it didn't look so red anymore. It was more blue now, making it look all the more terrible in his eyes.
"Gah," he let out in a strangled sort of way. "What the hell Weasley?" he demanded. "Why are you following me?"
"I'm not really following you," she said with a shrug. "But I don't really have any where else to go. I mean, what does a ghost do?"
"Be dead and leave me alone," he hissed, turning away from her once more and proceeded to walk quickly away. He decided that to return to the school was the best place to go. It seemed as though the fighting was slowing down. Which either meant the school was winning and everyone was returning to the school or that the Death Eaters were winning and were taking over the school. Either way it seemed the school was the place to be.
"Why are you hiding in the trees?" the dead girl's voice hissed in his ear once more.
"Go away Weasley," he hissed without jumping or turning around. He continued to walk. 'Stupid red head,' he thought angrily. 'Even when they're dead they suck.'
"Nope," she replied simply.
Whipping around, Draco had to glare up to look at her. She was now about six feet off the ground. And she was in plain sight to be seen, meaning she could attract attention to him. He narrowed his grey-blue eyes, taking in a deep breath in the intentions of trying to calm himself down.
"Leave me alone!" he bellowed out with this breath. It did help to calm him a bit. Though her response made his anger increase two fold.
"Don't think I will, thanks," she replied sweetly, grinning down on him with this insufferable grin. She even had the nerve to twiddle her fingers down on him.
Shaking his head, Draco turned away from her and continued his trek to the school with the intentions of ignoring the dead girl. He figured he would have ignored her if she were alive, so why not dead as well? His intentions however fell flat when the girl began to speak once more.
"You know," her voice called down to him. "I wouldn't be going this way if I were you."
"And why not?" he asked curtly, not even bothering to turn around. He wasn't sure why but she seemed to get more irritating by the moment.
"Because there's a large group of Death Eaters about two hundred yards away," she said. Draco stopped once more and turned around to glare up at her.
"And why should I trust you?" he demanded. He could feel his face heating up. "All you've been doing is following me around like some dog."
"Wow," she sneered down on him darkly. "For a whole five minutes. Your life is really going to end, Malfoy." She paused. "On second thought, keep going that way. Then when you become a ghost by your father's slimy hand I can say I told you so."
Draco could have sworn he saw red flash before his eyes. For some reason what she had said struck a nerve. Perhaps it was the stress catching up with him or he had simply lost his mind. Either way he snapped.
"That's it!" he cried, stooping down to pick up a rock that lay conveniently at his feet. With out a moment's hesitation he hurled the object at the girl floating above him. The rock sailed by her and they both watched as it crashed to the ground.
"Well that was effective," she said dryly, cocking an eyebrow. "You know, you should look into a career of it. I'm sure the Muggle baseball teams would love to have you."
Draco let out a short scream of frustration, stooping once more to pick up a second rock. "Just go away!" he screamed, his already disordered hair flailing about his face as he threw the second rock.
Ginny grinned slightly and attempted to catch the flying projectile. And she did. Both her and Draco stopped and stared at the rock that now lay in her blue misted hand.
"You're a poltergeist," Draco said simply, staring blankly at the object in her hand. The object that seemed to have brought him back to reality once more.
"Apparently," she said in awe, looking at the object as well.
They stood like this for a time before an evil grin began to spread across her face. Draco did not like it one bit. It was unnatural looking, even for a ghost. Her sweet face contorting into something dark and sinister. She glanced from the rock to him, and he began to realize what she was smirking about.
"Don't you dare." he said slowly, trying to put as much authority into his voice as he could. "Don't you fucking dare."
"Or what?" she demanded, the grin now showing off glinting teeth. ''You'll throw another rock at me?" She grinned wider. "Face it Malfoy. I'm going to haunt you until the day you die. You will rue the day you ever thought about teasing us Weasleys."
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A/N: Well, that's it. The first "lovely" chapter. So tell me, smash or trash? I vote trash. But if you want to know why Ginny's a little psycho tagalong or why Draco is so terribly rude to the dead (cause there is a reason), then please vote smash.