An Accpetable Risk - part 29 added 4/30/04

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Post by **bistyboo1974** » Sun Sep 15, 2002 12:40 pm

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Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Sep 16, 2002 9:35 am

Oh...wow...poor Ginny...this is destroying her, isn't it

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Sep 16, 2002 3:28 pm

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Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Sep 16, 2002 9:18 pm

An Acceptable Risk Chapter Seventeen Ginny skipped dinner all together and waited for Draco in the History of Magic classroom. While she waited, she skimmed through a text on transfigurations looking for a way to transfigure Hermione’s old dress robes. “Reading anything interesting?” asked Draco as he lounged negligently in the doorway. “Not really, just doing a bit of extra reading for Transfigurations. Professor McGonagall seems to think that I’m not applying myself enough and thoughtfully assigned me some extra work,” said Ginny, with a sarcastic smile on her face. “Old bat,” said Draco. “Want me to get Pansy to do your work. She’s so good at Transfigurations that even old McGonagall can’t find a reason to mark her down.” Ginny winced inwardly at unfair assessment of Professor McGonagall, but she smiled. “No thanks Draco. I can handle it. I’ve just been letting this thing with Hermione get in the way of my studies, but not anymore. I’m not going to give her any reasons to gloat. Besides,” she added honestly. “I don’t think Pansy would want to help me at all. She considered you her personal property, and thinks I’ve been trespassing.” “She doesn’t have any claim on me, Ginny. I don’t belong to anybody. Yet,” he added as an afterthought. “What are you talking about Draco?” asked Ginny. She was certain he wasn’t referring to a relationship with her. Not the way he had uttered the yet. She pulled a chair out beside her and patted it. “Come on Draco, sit down. You’re making me nervous standing over me like that.” “No, I don’t want to sit. Come on, let’s go for a walk outside.” “A walk – outside?” questioned Ginny. “But we’re not supposed to leave the castle Draco.” Malfoy just stood there watching her, not saying a word. After several minutes’ indecision, Ginny slammed her book shut. “Alright then, how do we get out of here?” “Ginny, can I trust you? I mean really trust you?” Draco asked suddenly. “Of course Draco,” said Ginny, a bit unnerved by his piercing gaze. “I’m your friend, you know that.” “Are you, are you really? Or are you just like the others, like Crabbe, Goyle and the rest? Are you being nice to me because of who my father is?” Ginny looked at him in shock and amazement and then burst out laughing. “Draco, what  are you talking about? I’m certainly not being nice to you because of who your father is. If anything, you’d think I’d avoid you because of who your father is.” “Alright then,” said Draco, seeming to come to some decision in his mind. “Come on then, let’s get out of here.” Draco led Ginny through the halls of the castle until they came to the same suit of armour Ginny had seen him disappear behind once before. “You have to promise, and I mean promise to never reveal to anyone what I’m about to show you,” he whispered. “And who would I tell?” Ginny enquired. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m sorely lacking in the friends department lately.” “Well, you have me,” said Draco. “And you have me,” said Ginny suddenly realizing that in a certain way, she really meant what she said. “Look, keep watch,” he said. Ginny turned her back and looked up and down the hall. “It’s clear,” she whispered. Draco tapped on a sequence of stones in the wall and a door opened. Taking Ginny by the hand, he pulled her into the tunnel.  Luminous they both whispered and the tunnel was lit with the light from their wands. “Where does this take us?” asked Ginny. “Just outside the gates of the school,” said Draco. “Don’t worry, it’s safe.” “Well, I’ll admit to being worried,” said Ginny with a smile, “But I also know you wouldn’t take me anyplace that wasn’t safe.” Draco paused momentarily; stunned by the trust she was putting in him. He still couldn’t accept the fact that someone like Ginny would care about him at all, especially when she had someone like Potter chasing after her. The tunnel came out into a small cave, which was located in a small wood a short distance from the gates of the castle grounds. Draco led Ginny over to a fallen log and they sat down. “Is this where you are going to teach me how to apperate?” Ginny asked looking around “No, this is where I’m going to ask you about Potter,” said Draco. “Harry?” Ginny asked in a puzzled voice. “What about him?” Ginny trembled inwardly. She had anticipated this conversation, but none of her mental rehearsals prepared her for the real thing. “Well, everybody thought that you and he would end up together,” said Draco. “Why are you here with me?” “You asked me, he didn’t,” said Ginny simply. “So what then, I’m your consolation prize?” snapped Draco. “No, that’s not what I mean,” said Ginny. “Oh, I’m making a mess of this! Look Draco, there was a time when I had a serious crush on Harry, you know it, I know it, I think the whole school knows it. But that’s when I was a little girl, and I’m not a little girl any longer.” “No, you certainly aren’t,” said Draco with a little leer. Ginny trembled a little at the look on his face, but she tamped down her fear and continued on. “Harry and I want different things out of life Draco. He loves the way my family lives, and money isn’t important to him. He’s also best friends with someone that I can’t stand. It doesn’t seem like a winning recipe for life long happiness.” “So you came looking for me,” said Draco standing and glaring down at Ginny. “Draco, I didn’t come looking for you, I wasn’t looking for anybody. You’re the one who started talking to me, remember? Look, this obviously was a mistake, why don’t you take me back to the castle.” “Ginny, I’m sorry,” began Draco. “I asked you to take me back. If you can’t trust me, and believe me, then I don’t to have anything to do with you Draco.” She stood up and walked into the woods in the opposite direction of the cave entrance. “Ginny!” shouted Draco. “Ginny wait, you’re going the wrong way.” He waited for a moment to see if she answered. “Ginny?” he called her name again, but the only answer he got was a small scream. Draco ran towards the sound of Ginny’s voice, calling her name. “Draco, I’m over here,” she cried out. “Keep shouting Ginny, I’ll find you!” “You’re getting closer, Draco. I’m down here; I’m in a hole. Watch out, don’t fall in!” Malfoy stopped short on the edge of the same hole that trapped Ginny and looked down. “Are you alright? ”Draco, I don’t want to talk to you, just get me out of this bloody hole so I can go back to the school,” Ginny huffed. Draco lay down on the ground and reached his hand into the hole. Ginny stretched up to reach him but there was a gap of several inches between their hands. “It’s no good,” gasped Draco. “I can’t reach you that way. Is there anything down there you can stand on. “N-no,” stammered Ginny. “I don’t think so.  Luminous,” she said and used her wand to illuminate the hole. “Draco!” she screamed. “Get me out of here right now!” “What? What is it?” “T-there’s a snake down here,” she said, her voice trembling. Draco peered over the edge of the hole and saw the snake in question, and began to laugh. “It’s ok Ginny, it’s just a garter snake. They’re harmless, really.” “I don’t care what it is! Get me out of here.” Draco jumped up and quickly removed his robes and tied the arms together to form a loop. “Ginny, I’m going to lower my robes down to you. Slip your arms through the loop, and then take out your wand. When I start to pull you up, I want you to do  Wingardium Leviosa. Ok?” “Ok,” said Ginny doubtfully. Draco lay back down on the ground and held on to the hem of his robes around his hands. “Ok,” said Ginny. “I’ve got it.” “Now, take out your wand and point it at yourself and do the charm. When I start to pull, try and walk up the side of the hole.” Ginny removed her wand and chanted “ Wingardium Leviosa.” Draco began to pull on the robes, and Ginny scrambled up the side of the hole. Dirt from the edge of the hole trickled down and landed on Ginny’s upturned face. Draco edged his way backwards, slowly pulling Ginny up inch by inch. With one last final tug, he pulled Ginny up over the edge to safety. The two collapsed in a heap at the edge of the hole panting from the exertion. “Are- are you alright,” Draco gasped. “Yhe-yes,” answered Ginny. “Draco, thank you for getting me out of there. I was so afraid.” “It’s ok Gin, you’re safe now. Come on,” he said standing up. “Let’s get you back to the castle.” He reached down and extended his hand to Ginny to help her up. “OOOWWW!” she cried when she tried to put her weight on both feet. “Draco, I think I’ve hurt my ankle. I don’t think I can make it back to the castle.” “Sure you can,” said Draco. “I’ll help you.” He slid his arm around Ginny’s waist and the two began the long trek back to the castle. “Ginny?” “Yes Draco.” “I’m sorry I acted like such a stupid git. You’re not like the others, I know that, and I’m sorry I yelled at you.” “It’s fine Draco, I guess I understand,” answered Ginny. “So you’re not mad any longer?” “No Draco, I’m not,” said Ginny. But she was very angry. Angry with herself.  I didn’t expect to start caring for Malfoy, Ginny thought to herself.  I never thought about him well, having feelings. He’s no different than me or Hermione or Harry. I wasn’t expecting this at all. He’s actually almost nice when you get to know him. Ginny shook her head resolutely.  Still, it doesn’t matter. It’s Harry I have to save. The two made their way through the tunnel and Draco opened the hidden door and stepped out into the hallway first to make sure they were unobserved. He reached his hand back and helped Ginny to emerge from the tunnel. They were making their way to the staircase that led to the hospital wing when they heard footsteps running up behind them. Before they could turn to see who it was, Draco was tackled from behind and went tumbling to toe floor. Draco began to swing at his invisible assailant. ”Stop it!” shouted Ginny, “Stop it now.” She reached into the melee and gave a tug and pulled the invisibility cloak off of Harry as the hallway filled with students. Draco and Harry continued to roll around on the floor, and Ginny used the opportunity to shrink Harry’s invisibility cloak unobserved. Seamus and Dean pulled Harry off of Draco while Ron held Draco’s arms. “Stop this right this instant,” said Professor McGonagall as she descended the staircase. “Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, you will come with me right this instant. Is that clear?” Harry nodded and began to follow Professor McGonagall down the hall. She looked behind and saw that Draco, instead of following her was trying to make his way to Ginny. “Mr. Malfoy, I believe I said  NOW.” ”Yes Professor, but Ginny, she’s hurt her ankle. She needs to see Madam Pomfrey.” Professor McGonagall looked at Ginny, her lips pursed in an expression of disgust. “Very well. Mr. Longbottom, will you kindly escort Miss Weasley to the hospital wing? The rest of you, get to your rooms this instant. The crowded hallway emptied quickly and Neville began to help Ginny up the stairs. Once she was safely settled in the hospital wing, he left quickly. Ginny sat alone and friendless in the dark, the tears falling from her eyes like raindrops from the sky. <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Sep 17, 2002 12:19 pm

:sob :sob :sob Poor Ginny!!!!! <center> <a href=http://www.fortunecity.com="_blank"> <img src="http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/st ... mara01.gif" border="0"></a> </center>

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Tue Sep 17, 2002 4:20 pm

Oh, poor Ginny! She's got it so rough. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> And I'm with her on being afraid of the garter snake!! Anything that hisses and slithers is scary, poisonous or not! <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Sep 17, 2002 11:53 pm

An Acceptable Risk Chapter Eighteen Several weeks past and Ginny found herself being ostracized more and more from her housemates. She was studying alone one night after hours in the deserted library, when she heard the soft click of the library door. She looked up from the parchment she had been doodling on to see Harry removing his invisibility cloak. Looking at him, her heart gave a lurch, and she had to force herself to remain calm. “Hi Ginny,” he said a bit awkwardly. “How are you doing?” “I’m fine Harry,” she answered as she rolled up the sheet of parchment she had been writing on. “I was just getting ready to leave, so you can have the library to yourself.” “No you weren’t Ginny. Don’t leave because of me, and more importantly, don’t lie  to me. “Well, why should I stay and listen to yet another person explain to me in excruciating detail the many ways that I’m ruining my life!” “I wasn’t going to say that!” Harry said in a defensive tone. “Right. You’ll excuse me if I find that a bit difficult to accept.” “Well, maybe I was,” admitted Harry. “But I didn’t come in here for the express purpose of hunting you down and lecturing to you.” Ginny said nothing; she simply raised an eyebrow and waited for Harry to continue. “I-well I’ve fallen a bit behind in my classes,” explained Harry. “I know I’ve left it a bit late, but if I want to have any chance at all of passing my NEWTS and graduating, I’ve got to get caught up. “Oh,” said Ginny in a bland voice, while inside, she shouted with glee; Harry was starting to take an interest in his studies. “Well, what are you working on?” she asked casually, trying to feign indifference. “Everything,” said Harry sitting down at the table beside her. “Hermione’s getting me caught up in potions and transfigurations. Seamus is letting me copy his notes in History of Magic, and Neville is a whiz in Herbology. I’ve kept up with Defense against the Dark Arts, so that just leaves Care of Magical Creatures and Divinations. Ron’s loaning me his notes for Care of Magical Creatures, and Hagrid’s said I can come down and do some extra credit.” Both Harry and Ginny grimaced at the thought of working with the type of creatures that Hagrid favored. “So that just leaves Divinations?” asked Ginny. When Harry nodded she continued. “Well, could Lavender or Parvati help you? Both of them love divinations. Her comment caused Harry to roll his eyes and Ginny laughed. “No, I guess that wouldn’t work, would it? They’d realize that you’ve spent the last few years making up all your predictions.” They both burst out laughing and Harry said defensively, “Well, I did try and do it right at the beginning you know, but it’s all so --,” he paused trying to find the right word. “Stupid?” offered Ginny with a smile. “Well, yeah, it is stupid.” “It’s really not Harry,” said Ginny earnestly. “It’s all about opening your mind.” Harry looked at her doubtfully, and she continued, speaking very rapidly. “Trelawney gets so caught up in the mechanics of everything that she forgets that divinations is really about feelings, emotions and intuition. “Go on,” said Harry, “This is really interesting.” “Ok, take for example, gazing into a crystal ball. When you did that, were you looking for the image to appear inside the ball?” “Well, yeah,” said Harry. “Where else would it show up?” “The ball is a tool to focus on – to relax your mind. You don’t see the image inside the ball, but inside your mind.” “Wow! You are good at this,” said Harry, his green eyes sparking with admiration behind his glasses. “Not really,” said Ginny. “It just comes easy to me, like flying does to you. So what are you studying now – tarot cards?” ”Yeah, another great mystery to me,” admitted Harry. “Do you have your deck with you? I can show you a few things that will make it easier for you.” “Er-um, No, I don’t,” confessed Harry. “I figured since I was just going to make the stuff up anyhow, I didn’t need them.” “Come on then, let’s go back to the dormitory, you can get your deck and I’ll show you a few tricks that will make it easier for you. They quickly gathered up their belongings, and used a charm to shrink them down so that they could carry them in the pockets of their robes. Harry pulled his invisibility cloak around himself, and Ginny was just about to do the same when she remembered she wasn’t supposed to have it. She quickly shrunk it and stowed it in her pocket and began to walk towards the library door. “Come one Ginny, get under here,” said Harry. “How did you get in here in the first place?” “Oh, I just snuck in,” replied Ginny vaguely. “Ginny, with Fred and George as brothers, didn’t you learn  anything about sneaking around the school?” “Well, I guess I’m more like Percy,” said Ginny as she moved under the cloak with Harry. “You’re nothing like Percy, Ginny,” said Harry, his voice thick with emotion. “Nothing at all.” He settled the cloak around them, creating a small cocoon that insulated them from the world. They carefully made their way out of the library, and down the dark halls of the castle. Out of nowhere, Mrs. Norris appeared. Ginny smothered a gasp at the sight of the cat. She knew that wherever Mrs. Norris was, Filtch wasn’t far behind. Harry grabbed her arm and led her over to a small nook in the wall where a suit of armour might stand. He pushed her back against the wall, and stood facing her, as if trying to shield her from any danger. Filtch walked down the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the empty darkness. He stopped next to Mrs. Norris who seemed to be staring directly at them. “What’s the matter Mrs. Norris? Is there somebody nearby?” he asked the cat. She gave a loud yowl, almost as if she was answering him, and he peered around the darkened hallway. “Who is it, who’s there?” asked the caretaker. “I know you’re here somewhere.” After several minutes, Filtch and Mrs. Norris continued their rounds. Ginny and Harry both gave a small gasp as they let their breath out. “Oh Harry, that was the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me,” she said. “Even more terrible than the chamber of secrets?” asked Harry incredulously. “Oh yes. I think getting caught by Filtch would be a thousand times worse than that,” she said giving a small laugh. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that Harry had his arms on her shoulder, and they were standing so close to one another. Harry looked down into her eyes for what seemed like forever. She was so petite, barely reaching his shoulders. He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from her lips. He slowly lowered his head towards hers, and captured her lips in a very soft kiss. She kissed him back sweetly, and after a minute, he lifted his head and looked at her and grinned. “I guess we’d better get back,” he said softly. “Yeah,” she answered, her voice shaking a bit. “I guess we’d better.” They moved swiftly down the halls until they came to the portrait of the Fat Lady. “Wronsky Feint,” whispered Harry and the portrait slid away to reveal the passage to the common room. They clambered inside and entered the empty common room. Ginny sat down on one of the overstuffed sofas in front of the fire, and Harry ran upstairs to get his deck of tarot cards. They sat for several hours with the cards spread out before them but weariness overtook them and the both fell asleep. Ginny woke to find that someone was poking her in the arm. She opened a bleary eye to find Hermione standing beside the sofa. “Wake up,” she whispered. “People are going to start coming down soon. It won’t do any good at all for them to find you here wrapped up in Harry’s arms.” She slowly, and regretfully extricated herself from his grasp and the two girls ran up the stairs to Hermione’s room.” <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Sep 18, 2002 10:15 am

Oh my, Harry & Ginny's first kiss!!! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... m/eek2.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> How will she ever keep up the charade?????? <center> <a href=http://www.fortunecity.com="_blank"> <img src="http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/st ... mara01.gif" border="0"></a> </center>

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Wed Sep 18, 2002 7:02 pm

Awwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! <img src=http://216.40.241.68/otn/love/1luvu.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://216.40.241.68/otn/love/1luvu.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://216.40.241.68/otn/love/1luvu.gif ALT=":love"> Smoochies under the invisibility cloak! How sweet is that?! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... n_anim.gif ALT=":grin"> I can't wait to read more!! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> <center><img src=http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/sh ... R>Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.</center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Sep 18, 2002 9:06 pm

Oh wow, that was like too great I <img src=http://216.40.241.68/otn/love/1luvu.gif ALT=":love"> it! Poor Ginny though, I think she's starting to get feelings for Draco too...what's she going to do?

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Sep 20, 2002 11:48 pm

“An Acceptable Risk Chapter Nineteen Ginny stood nervously in the doorway of the transfigurations classroom unobserved by Professor McGonagall who was grading papers at her desk. Taking a deep breath, she marched resolutely into the classroom. “Professor McGonagall, may I ask you a question?” she asked. “Yes, Miss Weasley, how may I be of assistance to you?” answered the instructor. She placed her quill on the desk as she spoke, and folded her hands, and focused all her attention on the young woman standing before her. “I’ve a question about transfigurations?” ”Yes, Miss Weasley,” said Professor McGonagall dryly. “I didn’t assume you came to ask my advice concerning your wardrobe for the Yule Ball.”  Oh, if only you knew,Ginny thought to herself as she mentally rolled her eyes. “Well, actually, my question does have to do with clothing. I was wondering what would be the best way to transfigure a piece of material to change the colour. Minerva McGonagall smothered a sigh and wondered to herself how such a promising student could have changed so dramatically. “Really Miss Weasley. I find it a bit absurd that you would waste my time with something as trivial as this. I thought perhaps you were here with a serious question.” “But I am serious Professor McGonagall,” said Ginny. “I-it’s for my Mum,” she improvised. “I found a wonderful tapestry that I thought she would love, but the colors don’t coordinate with her bedroom. I thought if I transfigured the colors to change, it would make a wonderful Christmas gift.  Oh if that wasn’t quite possibly the worst fib in the world, thought Ginny.  She’s going to kill me, I just know it. But when she looked at the Professor, she was smiling. “Miss Weasley, that sounds like a wonderful gift. You know, I always thought your mother would have had quite a future working in transfigurations had she not married your father. But I digress. It’s actually quite a simple thing to do, and I don’t think you’ll have any problems,” she said as she wrote down the method for transfiguring material. “If you do, I’m sure Miss Granger can be of assistance. She’s very adept at this type of transfiguration.” “No thank you Professor, I’m sure I can handle it on my own. I won’t need  her help.” “Miss Weasley, as your head of house, I feel that I must discuss with you,” began McGonagall. “Thank you Professor,” interrupted Ginny rudely. “I need to go to class.” She snatched the parchment from the desk and ran from the room. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and thought for a moment. She grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled a note on it, hung it on the door and strode down the corridor towards Dumbledore’s office. Ron, Harry and Hermione approached the classroom from another corridor and saw the sign. “Class Cancelled,” Harry read. “Hmmm, I wonder what’s up with that.” “Who cares,” said Ron. “Let’s go down to the Quidditch field and practice,” said Ron. “Hermione, do you want to come?” he asked turning towards his girlfriend. “Where’d she go?” he asked Harry looking at the empty space where Hermione once stood. Harry just shrugged his shoulders. “Never mind, she probably went into shock at the though of Transfigurations being canceled and went to the hospital wing. You know Harry, I love her, but she sure is nuts sometimes?” “I tell you Albus, we have to do something,” said Professor McGonagall as she walked into the room. “I don’t know what has come over that girl, but we have to, oh I don’t know, save her from herself,” said the uncharacteristically flustered Minerva McGonagall. “Minerva, please have a seat,” said the Headmaster. “Would you care for a peppermint humbug?” ”Albus, this is serious,” said McGonagall. “I presume you are referring to Miss Weasley,” said the headmaster popping a humbug into his mouth.” “Yes it is, I have to tell you, I am quite afraid for that girl. She’s on a path she knows nothing about, and is unprepared to handle. Associating with Draco Malfoy and all those other Slytherins. It’s unheard of!” “Need I remind you Minerva, that we treat all the students and all the houses equally?” “Of course Albus,” said McGonagall, her face flushing. “It’s just that Ginny Weasley is such an innocent, and Mr. Malfoy is,” she floundered for a moment trying to come up with a suitable description. “Far more worldly,” she finished. “And besides, there is no love lost between the houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Despite all your best efforts, the students in those two houses just do not exist well together.” “May I remind you that Lily Potter and Severus were friends while they were at school,” said Dumbledore quietly. The headmaster templed his hands, and bowed his head down to rest on their peaks. “Minerva,” he said. “I know this is difficult for you to accept, but you cannot save every student. Have faith that in the end, Miss Weasley will make the right decision.” Professor McGonagall stared shrewdly at the Headmaster. “You know something Albus, don’t you?” “Well, I’d like to believe I know a great many things Minerva,” said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. I wager they wouldn’t let me run the school if I didn’t.” “Albus, stop being coy!” “Oh, was I being coy Minerva? I hadn’t realized. In any event, I don’t believe that you have anything to worry about.” “All right Albus, I’ll defer to your judgment,” said Professor McGonagall. “Thank you Minerva. The students in your house are fortunate indeed to have you watching over them.” Ginny, are you here?” whispered Hermione as she entered her room. Ginny sat up and pulled the invisibility cloak off of herself. “What are you doing here so early?” asked Ginny. “I thought you had transfigurations.” “I did,” said the older girl, “But it was cancelled. Professor McGonagall has never cancelled class before.” “Oh,” said Ginny. “That’s probably my fault. I went to see her today to ask her about transfiguring your dress, and I’m afraid I must have upset her. I wish I could apologize to her.” “I think she’ll forgive you if you can manage to snap Harry out of his funk. And Ginny,” she added excitedly. “I think it’s starting to work. Harry asked me to help him catch up with his schoolwork.” “I know,” said Ginny smugly. “He told me last night.” “What!” “I saw him in the library last night, and we talked. He told me all about everyone helping him get caught up. I think it’s a step in the right direction,” said Ginny. “The only thing I can’t help him with is Divinations,” said Hermione. “And neither can Ron, he makes up all his predictions. I knew he should have dropped that foolish class.” “I helped him with it last night,” admitted Ginny, her voice soft. “What did you say?” asked Hermione, her mouth gaping open. “I said I helped him. I like divinations, and I’m good at them,” she answered defiantly. Hermione stared at Ginny as if she had never seen her before. “I didn’t know you liked divinations Ginny? Why didn’t you ever tell me that before?” “Well, I know how much you hate that subject, so I figured it would be better if I didn’t talk about it.” “Oh, well, I-was I really that much of a prig about it?” asked Hermione. “Yes,” said Ginny bluntly. “But honestly, I don’t think you ever really gave divinations a chance. You got so exasperated with Professor Trelawney that you gave up. I think you probably would have done the same with flying, but Madam Hooch wouldn’t let you.” Hermione thought about what Ginny said and reluctantly agreed. “You may be right Ginny,” she admitted. “But I think there’s more to it than just that. Neither one of those subjects came easily to me, and I think I just couldn’t deal with it. I don’t mind working hard in a class but to work so hard and fail so dismally. I just didn’t know how to deal with it.” “Well, you didn’t expect to be terrific at everything, did you?” Hermione had the grace to flush before answering. “Truthfully, I did. At muggle school, everything was easy, and when I came here, everything except for flying was a snap. And you’re right. Madam Hooch wouldn’t allow me to quit. But divinations was an elective, and when I couldn’t get it right off, I just dropped it.” Ginny reached across the bed where the two girls had been sitting and hugged her friend. “To tell you the truth, I’m glad. It’s hard being best friends with someone who’s so perfect you know.” The two girls were giggling when they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Ginny jumped off the bed and swathed herself in the invisibility cloak and went to stand in the corner. Hermione made sure Ginny was hidden and opened the door to find Harry standing on the other side. “H-hi Harry,” she stammered nervously. “Did you need something?” “Yeah,” said Harry. “Can I talk to you for a bit?” “Sure, why don’t we go down to the common room,” said Hermione, trying to push him back out the door. “No, this is private, and I don’t want anybody to overhear.” “Fine,” she said in a resigned voice. “Why don’t you come on in?” Harry entered the room and sat down on a chair by her desk, just inches away from where Ginny stood. “Do you know where Ginny is?” he asked. “Harry, why would I know where Ginny is,” said Hermione. “In case you hadn’t noticed, she’s scratched me off her friend list. But if I were to wager a guess, she’s probably with Malfoy. She’s  always with him.” “She can’t be,” said Harry. “Not after last night.” “Last night?” asked Hermione. “What was last night? ”I went to the library to study after lights out, and Ginny was there. We had the best talk. Did you know, she’s practically an expert at divinations?” “You don’t say?” said Hermione faintly. “Yeah,” he said excitedly. “We came back here and she worked with me for hours.” “Harry, what aren’t you telling me?” asked Hermione. “Even at the best of times, you don’t get this excited over divinations. What else happened?” Harry didn’t say anything, but his face turned a dull red and his eyes snapped green fire. “Never mind Hermione, but I have to find her. I want to ask her to the Yule Ball.” Hermione heard a faint gasp from the corner where Ginny was hiding, and she quickly coughed to cover it up. “Um, Harry, I don’t quite know how to tell you this, but Ginny’s already accepted another invitation to the ball,” she said gently. “How would you know Hermione?” asked Harry. “You yourself said she isn’t your friend anymore. Besides, none of the others have said anything about taking her.” Hermione toyed with her hairbrush and looked over into the corner where Ginny was hiding, trying to find an answer. “In potions the other day, I overheard someone complaining that Ginny had stolen her date for the Yule Ball,” said Hermione. “Who? Who was it?” asked Harry. “Pansy Parkinson,” said Hermione, her eyes full of sorrow. “I’m sorry Harry, but Ginny’s going to the ball with Draco Malfoy “Oh,” said Harry bleakly. “I guess I just waited too long to ask her.” “Probably Harry. I’m sure if you had asked her earlier, she would have said yes right away.” ”Yeah, I just figured after last night that she’d want to go with me.” ”Look Harry, don’t give up,” said Hermione. “It may be too late for the Yule Ball, but just don’t give up on Ginny. Promise me!” “I won’t Hermione. It’s taken me a long time to realize just how wonderful she really is,” said Harry standing up and walking across the floor to the door. “I’m not about to let her go now.” <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Sat Sep 21, 2002 9:10 am

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Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Sep 25, 2002 12:36 pm

An Acceptable Risk Chapter Twenty The students filed into the great hall, buzzing with curiosity. Denis Creevey, followed his brother Colin over to the Gryffindor table and the two sat down across the table from Ron. “What do you think is happening?” he asked excitedly, his voice breaking. “Harry, do you have any idea?” “Denis, shut up and leave Harry alone,” said Colin, “Can’t you see Harry isn’t feeling well? Are you ok Harry?” “He’s fine Colin,” said Ron, “Just leave him alone.” He turned to Harry and said under his breath, “Are you ok, you look horrible.” “Thanks,” snapped Harry. “You’re looking pretty wonderful yourself. In fact, why don’t you dump Hermione and come to the ball with me instead?” “Alright, there’s no need to get so testy. What’s wrong with you anyhow?” asked Ron. “I’m sorry Ron,” said Harry, rubbing his forehead. “I didn’t sleep too well, and I have a headache.” “A headache, or a scar ache,” said Ron, eyeing his friend closely. When Harry said nothing Ron continued, “That’s what I thought, did you tell Dumbledore?” “I tried to, but he was called away early this morning. Professor McGonagall promised she’d take me to see him as soon as he got back.” “Well, it looks like you’re going to get your chance,” said Ron, nodding towards the head table, where the teachers sat. “He just walked in.” Professor Dumbledore went to his place at the head table, followed by the rest of the teaching staff. He remained standing until the room fell silent. He cleared his throat to speak, but for the first time, seemed at a loss for words. He looked out over the great hall, his gaze seeming to observe each and every student. “I’m sorry to interrupt your studies and bring you all here,” he said. “But I have an announcement to make. Effective immediately, there will no longer be any trips to Hogsmeade, for any of the students or staff.” A loud buzz filled the room as the students discussed this shocking bit of information. “If I may have your attention please,” said Dumbledore holding up his hand. “Last night, there was an attack on Hogsmeade. I fear that most of the village was destroyed.” Exclamations of shock and fear filled the air. Dumbledore surveyed the room, noting the expressions on the students face. Over the din in the great hall, a voice struggled to be heard. Dumbledore held his hands up for silence, and as the room settled down, Draco Malfoy stood up and addressed Dumbledore. “Do they know who did it?” he asked. “Yes Mr. Malfoy, I’m afraid we do. Voldemort, and his supporters razed the village. The silent Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables turned as one to stare at those seated at the Slytherin table. There was an aura of excitement surrounding the Slytherin table. A few of the Slytherins seemed shocked that such a thing could happen, but most of the others wore smug looks of expectation. Crabbe nudged Malfoy and began to whisper to him, but Malfoy ignored him and just stared at Dumbledore. Ron stood up and addressed the Headmaster. “Will you be bringing the survivors here Professor Dumbledore?” “No Mr. Weasley. Unfortunately, there were no survivors. Every living creature that was in the village was murdered.” ”But why?” asked Susan Abbott, a seventh year Hufflepuff. “I thought that, um, you-know-who, hated people who were of mixed blood. Why would he destroy a village comprised entirely of witches and wizards?” ”Yeah, that’s right!” shouted Malfoy. “This is all probably some plot dreamed up to discredit Lord Voldemort,” he said almost desperately. “No, Mr. Malfoy, I’m afraid that’s not the case. Voldemort’s mark was seen hovering above the village. And to address Miss Abbott’s question, I’m not sure why they did it, unless it was to prove that they can, and to try to scare us into believing that we are no longer safe within the walls of Hogwarts. “What’s going to happen now?” asked Hermione from her spot beside Ron. “Life will go on as always Miss Granger. Students will attend classes, and we shall still have our Yule Ball.” This pronouncement caused another low buzz to fill the room. Dumbledore waited until the room was silent before he continued. “There will be several small changes. All students shall remain here until after the Yule Ball. The day after the Yule Ball, all students will leave Hogwarts. No student will remain at Hogwarts for the holidays. There will be no exceptions to this rule,” said Dumbledore, looking directly at Harry. “If it is not possible for you to go to your homes, other arrangements will be made for you. Please see your head of house if you have any questions. Also, we shall be having extra Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons for the remainder of the school year. You are all dismissed,” he said and stepped down from the dais where the head table was located. One by one, the other professors rose, and followed Dumbledore out of the hall. The students exited the Great Hall and made their way back to their dormitories, with the exception of Harry, who made is way towards Dumbledore’s office. He stared at the statue that guarded the door. “Lemon Drop,” he said, but nothing happened. “Chocolate Frogs?” “Peppermint Sticks?” “Try Dairy Bar,” said a voice behind Harry. “Dairy Bar,” said Harry obediently and the door slid open. Harry turned around to see who was behind him and saw Dumbledore peering at him, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, sir, I was just coming to see you,” said Harry. “Well, yes Harry, that stands to reason, it is my office after all,” said Dumbledore with a chuckle. “Come upstairs, assume you have a lot of questions.” Harry followed Dumbledore up the twisting staircase and into the office. A warm fire crackled on the hearth, and a table with a tea tray sat in front of it. Fawkes sat on his perch and watched the room through his unblinking eyes. “Have a seat Harry,” said Dumbledore. “I am longing for a cup of tea, won’t you join me?” ”No thanks,” answered Harry. “Sir, I – well, that is, Sirius was staying in the cave outside of Hogsmeade again. Did he, was he,” Harry’s voice trailed off weakly. “I’m sorry Harry, but at this point, I don’t know anything more than I revealed to the school.” As Dumbledore spoke, Fawkes flew of his perch and came to rest on Harry’s shoulder. Instead of comforting him, this time Harry felt as though the weight of the Phoenix was smothering him. “Harry!” said Dumbledore sharply. “I know this is difficult for you, but you are not the only person to suffer losses from this attack. In fact, everyone at this school is affected by this attack.” “Yes, I know, it’s just that Sirius was,” again he faltered. “I know, a tie to your parents. I understand that Harry, but we can’t afford to wallow in self-pity right now. We all need to keep a clear head. “Wallowing in self-pity? Is that what you think I’m doing?” shouted Harry in anger. “Not any more I don’t,” said Dumbledore. “Now I think you’re good and angry. Good, keep that anger close at hand Harry. Don’t let it consume you; never let it consume you. But remember how you are feeling right now, it will help you later.” Harry looked at Dumbledore confused by his words. He found it difficult to believe the Headmaster was encouraging his feelings of rage. “One more question if I may Professor?” asked Harry. “Am I to go to the Dursley’s for the holiday?” “No Harry. Molly Weasley sent me an owl right off, insisting that we send you home with Ron and Ginny.” His words caused Harry to smile with relief. ”What about Hermione?” “Miss Granger has also been extended an invitation. Whether she chooses to accept it or not is her decision.” Harry smiled again because he knew nothing would keep Hermione from the Burrow. “Sir, my scar kept me awake most of last night. It was aching terribly. It hasn’t hurt his bad in quite a while, and when I was able to sleep, I kept having terrible nightmares.” “Yes, I was afraid of that,” said Dumbledore. “With Voldemort so close, it was bound to have some effect on you. How are you feeling now?” “Well, it’s a bit achy, but nothing at all like it was last night. “I think it’s safe to surmise that he’s moving away from here, but Harry, I want a solemn promise from you. I want you to come to me right away at the slightest twinge of your scar. And if it happens to hurt you over the holiday, send me an owl right away.” “I will sir,” said Harry, rising from his chair. “May I ask you just one more question? It’s about Ginny.” “Remember the anger,” said Dumbledore in a vague manner. “Now, if you will excuse me, I do have some things to attend to.” Harry stood, causing Fawkes to fly back to his perch and walked towards the door, puzzled b Dumbledore’s abruptness. He left the office and went through the hall, back to the Gryffindor tower. Walking past an empty classroom, he saw Ginny Weasley sitting at a table studying. Harry was just to walk in when he realized that Ginny was speaking with someone. Peering inside, he saw that her companion was Draco Malfoy. He started to walk away and stopped, as he felt anger filling his very being.  Something’s got to change, he thought.  Ginny’s making a huge mistake, and somebody’s got to stop her.  I’ve got to stop her! He walked past the classroom, his mind full of ideas. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but he was going to make Ginny realize that she belonged with hi[/i] <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/umajiklmoon.s ... iklmoon</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/images/moon18.gif" BORDER=0> at: 9/25/02 11:40:00 am

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