Title: Behind Closed Doors

Part 3/14

I apologize for the long wait, but to be honest, I slept completely because I uploaded on this page too.
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Manya-san

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Thoughtfully, she bit off the cookie. Yuck, as hideous as she'd imagined, but at least something for her stomach.
"Well Miss Weasley," McGonagall's eyes flashed from behind her glasses, "apparently you weren't able to follow my class today." She glanced at the biscuit, "I seem to know why now."
Ginny flushed and almost dropped the cookie. Embarrassed, she stared at her legs. "I ... um ..." but Professor McGonagall cut her off. "I don't want to know why you were late Virginia," she shook her head slowly, "I just want to make sure this doesn't happen again!" Ginny just nodded sourly.Minerva McGonagall smiled, then straightened up in her chair. "Well then, Miss Weasley, you can go," she said slowly, "this time you can get away with a black eye!"
The redhead swallowed and then got up too.
She already had the handle in her hand when her teacher called her back again. "Oh, Miss Weasley?", Ginny turned around questioningly, "give my regards to Molly!"

Virginia ran down the hall. If she was unlucky, she would be late for Magic History now, too. Although, Ginny's steps slowed, would the ghost professor even notice?
Probably not, she stopped panting. She could just say she just got off the toilet. Exactly, the ghost would probably never have noticed if she had actually gone to the bathroom anyway.
She smiled. Thank goodness her history teacher didn't give any penalty points. With her heart pounding, she finally stopped at the door of the classroom.Hopefully everything would really happen as she expected.
Once again she gathered up her courage and carefully opened the door. The ghost sat over one of his notorious books and was just reporting in a monotonous voice the outcome of the water elf war. He didn't seem to notice her.

So much the better, Ginny thought with relief, she would definitely not make herself noticeable voluntarily. She crept quietly to her seat in the far corner. some students who had just woken up from their deep sleep watched her with interest. Happy she let herself fall onto the seat next to Loona, who was watching her worriedly.
"Where have you been for so long?" She whispered and looked at her hurriedly. But before Ginny could answer, the ghost professor woke up from his speech for a moment and looked around, "Quiet over there," he whispered.
The two girls looked up, startled. But one was not at all used to that from this professor.
Cursing softly to himself, Loona turned to the front again."Tell me later," she gestured to Ginny with her hands and began to stare out the window again, bored. Ginny and the rest of the class, at least those who weren't sleeping or taking notes, did the same.
It finally rang and Ginny got up, relieved. The most exciting moment of this lesson was when a little Grischwick had flown past the class window.
She sighed, why did there just have to be such a boring subject as Magic History?
She quickly stormed to the door, just like the rest of the class. Even those who had slept a few seconds ago and whose eyes were still half-closed, set a murder pace to finally leave the classroom.

"Gin!", Loona gasped beside her and gave her a pleading look, "stop!"
But Ginny just shook her head and continued racing towards the stairs. With an elegant leap, she landed on the first few steps of the great stone stairs and ran down.She turned a bend. The last bend, she thought with relief and her mouth watered, the last bend in front of the dining room.
"Gin," she heard Loona's voice behind her again and Ginny turned around while she was running.
"Sorry, Loona, I don't have time!" She shouted and laughed. Finally, finally, nothing stood between her and the meal, absolutely nothing except. .

"Rum", with a loud bang she ran into something broad, solid and fell to the floor.
"Oh, damn it, since when has a wall been standing here," Virgina muttered in surprise and rubbed her head, which hurt damned. She knew that the stairs were sometimes wandering, not to mention the people in the paintings, but walls?
She looked up in amazement when a soft laugh rang out, which made her blood freeze in one fell swoop. Ice blue eyes flashed and a cool smile appeared on the lips of the person who looked down at her contemptuously. "Weasley," Malfoy stated matter-of-factly, "afraid of being late again?"Another laugh rang out, but this time behind his back and the ugly consumed face of Pansy appeared.
"Well Weasley," she screamed, "you seem to have finally found your place! On the floor!" Her hysterical laugh rang out again and made the walls of the hall shake. Draco looked at her in annoyance, which Ginny noticed not without astonishment. Apparently there were some of the ax-mad Slytherins that Malfoy couldn't stand.

"Shut up Parkinson," he growled and gave her a cold look that immediately silenced the girl. Her fat face twisted offended. Draco was already turning back to Ginny. He grinned thoughtfully.
"But she's not wrong," he said disparagingly, "the floor is really the only thing where a weasel should belong."
"Draco," Ginny hissed softly. She was even more angry with him than normal because for the second time that day he stood between her and her food. With a skilful leap she got to her feet again and looked the blonde in the eyes dismissively."You're in my way," she growled and strutted past him with her nose held high. Should this scrap see how it was. But the boy just grinned nastily and turned to her.
"Wiesel!" He called after her, but Gin didn't want to bother to react. "The next time you want to feel my muscles, just ask!"
Suddenly she stopped and turned bright red. So this idiot had heard the remark about the wall. What a humiliation.
The same cold laugh as at the beginning came from behind her, but Ginny quickened her pace. She just wanted to leave, to the dining room.

After this embarrassing interlude with the Slytherin, the redhead of the dining room felt like the most beautiful place in the world. Maybe that was just because of her growling stomach, which answered again.
With fleeing steps she hurried to the Gryffindor house table and sat down next to her brother with a sigh.She looked at him with relief, but she didn't even seem to have noticed.
"Ron?", She asked confused and waved her hand in front of her brother's face, "hello ?!"
The redhead woke up from a trance and looked at his sister in shock. "R..r..ron ?!", Ginny looked at him startled, "Ron, what about you? Are you sick?" She quickly put a hand on his forehead. So he probably didn't have a fever.
"He's been on it all morning," Hermione finally explained, sitting across from Ron. Ginny only noticed her and Harry now. The anger at Malfoy and her astonishment at Ron's lack of reaction had been too great.
"Oh Hermione, Harry, hi!" She managed, then fixed Hermione with a piercing look.
"And why?" She asked the older woman, who now looked embarrassed at the floor. Harry let out a hiss.
"Snape has prescribed after-school hours for him," he explained angrily, "Tuesdays and Thursdays at four thirty of course!"Ginny caught her breath and she looked at her brother in confusion. Since joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Tuesday and Thursday have been the most important two days of the week. "Damn Snape," she growled, looking at her brother pityingly. With any other teacher she would have suggested that Ron talk to them again, but with Snape it was pointless. He'd probably even increase the penalty!
"And how long?" She pressed out between her teeth. Harry's and Hermione's expressions darkened even more. "Two months!" Her brother suddenly grated. "But ...", Ginny swallowed, in a month they had an important game against the Slytherins, if Ron couldn't train they would lose a huge amount.
She raised her head in horror, but could already read in the faces of her three friends that they had already had these thoughts too. "It's no use," Ron sighed softly and looked at his plate, "what can you do about Snape!"The others tacitly agreed. There was absolutely nothing you could do about him.

But their grave mood was destroyed when the food suddenly appeared on the tables. Ginny couldn't help it, she just had to punch in. Harry and his friends were amazed when the little one filled her plate for the third time. "Tell me, gin, don't you have enough," asked Ron, perplexed, and watched his sister with his mouth open. "No.. Breakfast.. Hungry..!", The redhead munched and took another huge gulp> Mr. Winster's Elfenwasser <. She almost choked, but at the last moment she was able to catch her breath in time. Panting, she held her neck. That was really close. Suffocation was definitely not a funny death!
"Hey Gin!", Loona suddenly called from the far corner of the room, "are you coming to the library?"
Ginny was about to agree, happily, when it occurred to her that she still needed some herbs for Potions class with Snape.She sighed in resignation and shook her head.
Disappointment spread across Loona's face, but she nodded resignedly and left the dining room with a few other Ravenclaws laughing and babbling.

"Why didn't you go with me?", Ron looked at the girl in amazement. This made a face.
"I have to get some herbs from the edge of the forest for Snape," she explained gloomily, seeing the anger rise on her friends' faces. "Oh yeah, Snape," growled Ron, falling into a trance-like state again.
Hermione and Harry looked at each other desperately. "I'll go then," Ginny muttered sadly and now turned towards the exit as well. That damn herb had to be picked around lunchtime, she had just under half an hour left.

That was Chapter 3
it goes on in a moment