The Clandestine Book of Eye

I know you people were just dying for this second installment. Notice my conspicuous sarcasm.

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Disclaimer: Do I even have to say it? J.K. Rowling owns all characters in this installment. I own the plot. And I’ve heard about people getting others in trouble for supposedly not copyrighting or some like that…look, if you’re one of those people who love to waste their time getting others in trouble, go find a new hobby. (My, don’t you love how I refrained from swearing by using a corny line like that?)

The Clandestine Book of Eye

Chapter Two

“There you are, dear,” Madam Pomfrey said to Ginny the next morning. “Your ankle is as good as new.”

“Yes, thank you,” Ginny replied. She left, heading for the Great Hall for breakfast. When she reached the Hall, she couldn’t help but look around for Malfoy. Finally, she found him at his table where he usually held court. He didn’t even notice her walk in.

Ginny had been kept up the night before thinking about that book Malfoy had found and what kind of havoc it could wreak upon him. Not that he wasn’t evil enough already, he didn’t deserve any awful thing that book bestowed upon him. She couldn’t explain it, but she had a bad feeling about it. Especially after she had seen the twinkle in Malfoy’s eyes when he had been looking it over.

Wandering over to Ron’s table, she sat down without a word.

“Morning,” The three greeted. 

“Morning,” Ginny muttered absentmindedly. Should I talk to him about that book, she wondered. Maybe—

“How did your detention go?” Hermione asked.

“Fine.” Maybe I should just wait and see. It all could be in my head. There could be nothing wrong—

“Did Malfoy run off, screaming like a baby?” Harry asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Ron chuckled.

She looked at Harry blankly for a moment. Ginny was still fond of Harry, after all these years, but now she had learned to keep her feelings under control. She was sure that he knew by now. “No…” she answered, without the usual heart flutter that she got when she talked to him. There could be nothing wrong with the book, she continued to ponder. But then again, it is strange that it was buried in the middle of nowhere. In the Forbidden Fo—

“It’s a shame he didn’t,” Harry continued. “I was hoping for a good laugh today.”

“Oh…I hurt my ankle…” Ginny mumbled without even realizing.

“What?” Ron said. “But you walked in here just fine.”

“O-oh! Did I just say that I hurt my ankle? Forget it. I’m delusional. I’m just exhausted from last night’s little—,”

“Cut the crap, Ginny. I know when you’re lying,” Ron spat.

Ginny glared at him, brow creased. “Fine. I tripped. I spent the night at Madam Pompfrey’s and it’s fixed. All better.”

“Did he trip you?” Harry demanded.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny exclaimed, “No! See, I knew that it would come to that conclusion; that you would think that he hurt me. I tripped over a hole!”

“Ginny, are you sure?”

“No, I’m bloody lying. Of course I’m sure! I was there, for God’s sake. Ron, Harry, I’ve got brains, you know! I can handle myself around Malfoy—,”

“Quiet!” Ron loudly whispered. “You’re attracting attention.”

Looking around, Ginny saw that he was right. She gave an angry yell and stormed off, leaving the three stunned behind her.

Ron shook his head. “I don’t understand it,” he said, bewildered. “She’s been like this ever since the school year started. She won’t listen to me at all and she’s been acting like a little…what happened to my Ginny?”

Hermione patted him from across the table. “She probably feels like you baby her. She’s fifteen now, you know. Not eleven.”

“I know, I know. But she doesn’t have to blow up every time I try to ask her the time of day, does she?”

“You wouldn’t understand. It’s a girl thing.” She winked at him and then kissed him and Harry both on the cheek before leaving the table.

Draco watched in astonishment as Ginny berated her brother on the other side of the Great Hall. Although they were distant, he could hear what she was saying word for word.

“…I can handle myself around Malfoy…” Hearing his name only made him pay more attention to the scene before him. Finally, he saw her quiet down and leave the Hall, rage filled in every step.

Man, he thought. She really knew how to use that sharp tongue of hers. Draco then made a face, thinking about what he had just thought.

Then for some strange reason, he began to think about the book. Last night, before he had gone to bed, he had tucked it at the bottom of the chest at the foot of his bed. Last night, it seemed so appealing, but now he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t put his finger on it but he thought it was a negative feeling towards the book. Nonsense, he thought. It’s just a book. Ginny can’t be right, can she?

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After Quidditch practice, Draco ventured to his room to change. As a sixth year, he had a roommate instead of a dormitory full of boys. Glad that his roommate was not there at the moment, he quickly changed.

Draco sat on his bed, thinking. What was it? Did he forget something? He stood up and began to pace. Homework? No. Finally, he sat on the chest. Was it a project? No…

“The book!” Standing up, he opened the chest and searched until he came to the bottom. Then, he collapsed in front of it, his back leaning on the chest with the book in his hands. It was as if it had been calling to him and when he held it, he felt…whole in an odd way.

He hadn’t gotten a good look at it until now. It was moderately thin, dark brown and clearly old from the look of it. The cover was bland and there was a rusted lock on the side. Seeing the lock only sparked his interest more.

“There’s no key,” he muttered. “So I’ll just have to…” he took his wand from his pocket and used every spell that he knew that could possibly open the book. None of them worked. Frustrated, he tossed it behind him onto his bed. “How on earth am I going to get that thing open?” Defeated, he went down for dinner.

Sitting down at his table his mind instantly went on the book. How was he to open it? Hmm…

Ginny, on the other hand, was ravenous. She hadn’t eaten all day, for she had avoided the Great Hall because of her blowout with Ron and Harry that morning. But, as her hunger grew, her urge to avoid them became less and less until she finally gave in. Although she wasn’t angry anymore, she acted as if she were to teach Ron and Harry a lesson.

“Ginny?” Harry finally said tentatively.

She almost laughed at his timidity. “What is it?” she snapped.

“Well, I was wondering…we were wondering…Ron and I, that is…”

“Oh, get on with it!” Hermione interrupted. When she saw that neither of them would speak, she rolled her eyes. “They want to say that they’re sorry but they’re afraid that you might yell at them. That’s why Harry was blubbering about like that.”

“Ginny, is it that time of month, because if it is, I understand perfectly,” Ron quickly said apologetically.

Ginny’s drumstick, halfway to her mouth, dropped onto her plate. She looked at Ron, horrified, and she saw a few boys down the table snickering at her brother’s remark. “No, it’s not that time of month, and even if it were, you shouldn’t have asked me that! You don’t ask a girl that, Ron!” Her face was red with embarrassment as the snickers turned into laughter.

“Sorry,” Ron grumbled, avoiding her gaze.

I will not run off, Ginny told herself. Not like this morning. She found that she had lost her appetite so she tried to focus on something else.

Still angry, her eyes flitted around the room and unintentionally fell upon Draco. She did a double take. What was he staring at? He was just…staring, twirling a lock of his hair at the nape of his neck. I wonder what he’s thinking about, she thought.

…no, Snape may take it away from me, Draco thought. There hast to be a way to get it open! He leaned forward, supporting his head with his hands.

Tilting his head to the side, he caught Ginny in his line of vision. He stared at her for a few moments before he thought, what is she doing, staring at me like that? He saw her frown and then mouth something to him. Something about the library…

Meet me in the library, Ginny thought as she mouthed it to Draco, rather animatedly. How hard could it be to understand what she was saying? Finally, she saw him rise.

“Who are you talking to?” Hermione asked. Ron and Harry pretended not to listen, heads low to their plates, shoveling food in.

“Oh,” Ginny replied, forgetting that they were with her. “Nobody…I have loads of homework to finish. I’ll see you guys later.” She stood up and left. Thank you, Hermione, she thought. That bought me time so it doesn’t look like I was following him.

When she reached the library, she found him sitting at one of the first tables that she saw. His arms were crossed impatiently. Luckily, only a few students were occupying the library. “Can we go somewhere more private?” she requested.

Draco smiled wickedly and his gray eyes flashed. “Why, Weasley, I know I’m handsome but are you sure that this is the time for this? I mean, really.”

“I have a name, Malfoy,” Ginny replied through gritted teeth. “Use it.”

“Why should I? You never use my name, Weasel.”

Exasperated, she took his arm and pulled him to a remote section of the library. “I know you’ve been thinking about that book,” she stated.

“So what if I have?”

“Really, do I need to spell everything out for you? Think about it! We found it in the Forbidden Forrest, we know it’s not good—,”

“I don’t know anything about it not being good.”

“Draco.” She looked into his eyes.

He wanted her to stop. He hated the concern seeping out of her eyes. And the fact that she had used his first name didn’t make it any better.

“Draco, please. I don’t want to sound like a teacher or anything—,”

“Well, you are. Piss off, why don’t you? It’s none of your business what I do with my book, so just leave me alone.” He left her standing there, frustrated.

She looked after him, feeling like she had just lost her favorite game. Except, ten times worse. What can I do to make him listen, she wondered.

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