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All of a sudden, the horse whinnied, and bucked in the middle of sky, throwing Neville right off its’ body.

Breaking from her speed for one final burst, Ginny pushed the broom into a nosedive. As Neville was tumbling to the ground, the wind whistled in her ears as the blood pounded in her head. In the last possible moment, she pulled back up, catching the seventh-year Gryffindor in her lap.

Not even hearing the cheers coming from below, Ginny let out a long sigh of relief as she slowly drifted back to the ground. Landing, she turned the welfare of Neville back to Hagrid as she stormed off looking for Draco Malfoy.

And she found him in the courtyard, chuckling with his friends.

Immediately, she confronted him.

“What the hell do you think you were doing back there?” she demanded, twirling him around to face her.

The Slytherin merely smirked and shrugged.

“I was just having a bit of fun, no need to get your knickers in a bunch.” He sneered.

“A bit of fun?! You call throwing a human being on a winged horse and having them rise over a hundred feet in the air a BIT OF FUN? NEVILLE COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED YOU HALF-BRAINED SOD!” she snapped, her voice rising and drawing attention.

She hadn’t noticed the clouds gathering from above.

“Yes well, he isn’t now, is he? Pity though. He deserves to be a Wizard less than that Mudblood Granger.” Draco drawled.

Ginny saw red. Blood pounded in her head and she felt herself just react. Her arm snapped back and before she could even think of stopping herself, her fist connected with Draco’s face.

Somewhere in the distance, somebody screamed as a lightening bolt stuck down.

The blonde reeled back and Ginny strode after him, the crowd parting like the Red Sea. Rain pelted them from above, but she ignored it as the crowds rushed back into the school.

“You sick bastard! Don’t you ever try something like that again! I swear to God I will hex you from here to fuckin’ China if you ever—”

Ginny’s words were accented by her fist meeting one or more parts of Draco’s body when suddenly, her entire body froze.

“Bloody hell, Harry, why did you freeze her? I wanted to see her kick the ferret’s ass!” Ron suddenly commented.

Harry merely sighed as he cast Wingardium Leviosa on her.

“As much I would’ve loved to see her kill Malfoy, I do not want to be an accomplice to murder. Now we better get her back into the castle before Snape shows up.” Harry explained, then cast an eye at the unconscious form of Draco Malfoy lying in the middle of the courtyard. “We’ll leave him there. Somebody will take care of him.”

As they were walking away, Hermione caught up.

“That wasn’t there before…well, not before Ginny got all pissed off. I swear, there’s something different about Ginny this year, aside from the mood swings…something powerful…”