A Wandless Ginny Weasley & Her Stolen Knickers

She glared angrily. "Ron, give it back," she growled, taking a war stance. She made sure he would notice her white, clenched fists.

He wasn't affected by her rage. He grinned. "Sorry, Gin. You're just going to have to pry it out of my hands," he said smugly, crossing his arms in a gesture of boredom. He raised a red eyebrow.

Ginny took a deep breath and shrieked as she walked away, defeated. Bloody Hermione and her stupid punishment, she thought nastily. It had been three days and seventeen hours of peace between Ginny and all the morons who craved to piss her off. After receiving several detentions for fighting like a Muggle, Hermione thought it best to take matters into her own hands.

The brunette somehow managed to make a deal with all the professors: Ginny would be wandless for an entire week as penalty for her fighting. The agreement included not having her precious wand during classes, outings, and daily routine. Ginny was seething.

There was still the problem with fighting like a Muggle and although Ginny scoffed at the idea of not possessing her wand the first day, she instantly began to resent it. And so, the "bet" began. Ginny would be a lover not a fighter and in five days, she would finally obtain her needed item.

She turned a corner and ran into a frantic Luna.

"Luna!" she scowled, dusting off her robes.

Luna noticed her tone and tilted her head thoughtfully. "What's the matter, Gin? Those blasted gnargles at it again?"

Ginny immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Luna. I've just been having a horrid couple of days is all. I didn't mean to snap at you," she apologized, helping her friend gather her discarded books on the ground.

"It's understandable," Luna said dismissively, "I would be a bit miffed as well if someone had taken my wand."

"Why were you running like a manic?" Ginny asked suddenly, rubbing a forming bruise on her arm. She glanced at it. "You nearly knocked me into the ground."

Luna sighed. "That Slytherin boy won't leave me alone," she said sadly, hoisting her books up to her chest. "He keeps speaking of butter and beer."

Ginny laughed. "Luna, that's a drink," she explained.

"I know. But that's a strange name for a drink," she said airily, tucking a stray blond hair behind her ear. "I prefer a double latte with a shot of raspberry and cola."

Ginny made a face of disgust. "I do not want to know," she muttered.

"Well, I best be going. He threatened an awful lot and I don't want to be in the line of fire," she said calmly.

Before she could walk away, Ginny turned around and inquired, "What Slytherin boy is irritating you?"

Luna kept walking and said breathily, "Some boy named Theodore."

"Luna, what does he do?" she pressed, rushing to her friend and stopping her short. "Has he ever really … hurt you?"

Luna shook her head, still serene. "No. He's very polite. I do wish he would just stop staring though. It's a bit unnerving."

Ginny cracked a mischievous grin. "Why, Luna Lovegood, I think this slimy Slytherin might have a crush on you!"

She shrugged, nonchalant. "If so, he should just say it outright instead of constantly following me around." As she uttered the last word, the pair heard footsteps approaching.

Ginny spotted a gaggle of Slytherins walking their way, Nott especially faster than the rest of them. "Do they always come in a bloody pack?" Ginny mumbled.

"I suppose so. He's never alone," Luna answered, watching them with bright eyes. "They do seem … a bit intimidating."

Ginny snorted and faced them defiantly. "Not in the slightest."

"Running away from me, Lovegood?" Nott asked silkily, trailing a finger down her cheek.

Luna stood her ground and replied simply, "Yes."

He seemed pleased with her answer.

"It's a bit desperate for you to be creeping around Luna with your little friends, don't you think, Nott?" snapped Ginny, tapping her foot impatiently. Three Slytherins and nowhere to run? What the hell was Luna thinking walking around alone?

"I'd watch out, Weasley," he sneered, eying her distastefully. "I've a wand and you've your fists. Doesn't sound like a fair fight."

"Theodore," Luna cut in gracefully, looking as if she was in her own world, "You mustn't goad Ginny. She's very frustrated."

"Ah, sexual frustration," Blaise Zabini spoke up arrogantly, "It happens to the best of us."

Ginny sneered, "Fuck off, Zabini."

"Where to, my darling?" he retorted saucily, licking his lips.

Luna's dreamy voice interrupted them once more. "You look really pretty today, Pansy," she complimented kindly.

The dark-haired girl looked shocked. Her expression immediately turned into revulsion. "I already know that, thank you," she quipped.

Ginny rolled her eyes and grabbed Luna by the elbow. "We should probably get a move on," she hinted it strongly, beginning to walk away.

"Lovegood!" they heard Nott call from behind them.

Luna turned around expectantly.

"I'm having a bit of a get together at the Slytherin common room tonight. You're coming," he stated.

Ginny's eyes widened and she turned to Luna, shaking her head. "Very bad idea. Not a good idea," she mumbled repeatedly.

Luna looked to Nott, then to Ginny, then back to Nott, and responded, "Shall I bring a friend?"

"As long as it's not another male," he smirked and walked the other way, satisfied.

"Are you bloody insane?!" Ginny shrieked, not even waiting until they were out of earshot.

"Would you like to accompany me to a get together tonight?" Luna asked, as if the prior conversation never occurred.

Ginny sputtered clumsily. "What – did I just not – Luna!"

"If not, you can just say no," Luna clarified, still looking dazed.

"Are you – are you even listening to yourself?! You agreed to be surrounded by ruthless Slytherins, who, in fact, might even devour your blood in a sacrifice of the … the … the evil!"

"You sound just like your brother," Luna pointed out.

"You're not going," Ginny said in finality.

Luna just stared. "I've already given in my R.S.V.P."

"What?! This isn't a wedding! Gods, you've gone straight for the asylum, haven't you?!" Ginny raged.

"I'll go alone then," she decided, striding towards her dormitory.

Ginny trailed along beside her. "Are you dense?! No! You are not going!"

"Yes, I am," breathed Luna tranquilly. She spotted a bird. "Oh, look," she cooed happily, "it's a pigeon."

"Luna, focus!" barked Ginny. "I will not let you attend that gathering."

Luna kept walking, ignoring her protests. "See you later, Ginny."

Ginny growled loudly at the corridor, watching Luna as she sauntered away. "Damn it," she muttered. "Fine!" she yelled, raising a defeated fist. "I'll go!"

"I'll stop by to get you," Luna sang back, knowing full well that Ginny would consent to come and protect her.

Ginny sighed dejectedly. "What is Circe's name have I done?"

"You should probably go with the pink one," advised Luna, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "Pink is such a lovely color."

"It clashes with my hair," Ginny replied automatically. "And why can't I just wear my jogging attire? It's not like we're going to be staying for long," she snapped, heatedly going through her clothing. "What does one wear to a Death Eater meeting?"

"Most likely Death Eater robes," Luna said, not catching Ginny's jeer. "Or all black. Maybe they wear purple. I love purple."

Ginny merely stared in amazement. "You are aware that we're going to be entering the lair of all that is wicked and immoral, right?"

"You should go with yellow, then," suggested Luna, examining her fingernails. "You have such beautiful skin for yellow."

Ginny rolled her eyes and shimmied out of her jogging outfit. She began running after no longer having a face to pummel her frustrations on. Dean Thomas was the first target on her hit list once she got her wand back. He catcalled persistently and she found that his perverted demeanor did nothing for her furious anger. Oh, he would pay.

Ginny slid on the dress and pulled her hair back, not caring for her appearance at all. She was sweaty, exhausted, and cautious. Not a great combination.

"I do hope they have peanuts," Luna announced out of random.

Ginny slipped on a cardigan and grumbled, "Let's just go."

Staring at the painting considerately, Luna hummed a soft tune.

"Well, seems like we don't have the password!" Ginny declared happily, clapping her hands. "Why don't we just go on back to our rooms and sleep?" She wriggled her eyebrows.

Luna shrugged. "I guess we do have to depart," she agreed.

Ginny leapt for joy and began walking away.

Just as she took another step, the painting swung open and revealed an aggravated Draco Malfoy. He glanced at Luna and sneered. "Braving the storm, Lovegood?"

Luna nodded gently, but bravely. "You can't beat the weather if you don't brave the storm," she informed him, sliding past him and walking in. She paused and motioned for Ginny to follow. "Are you coming, Gin?"

Malfoy's eyes snapped immediately towards her small form.

Ginny raised her chin insolently and stated firmly, "I believe I am."

She flounced past Malfoy and made sure to stand close to Luna. They entered the common room and Ginny found she couldn't control an awed gasp.

It was glorious. Rich, velvet drapes donned their windows. Their couches were lined with suede. It was dark, but warm, and Ginny wished the Gryffindor common rooms were half as breath taking.

Her face turned grim at the sight of the Slytherins gathered in an imperfect circle on the couches.

She jumped when she didn't find Luna beside her. Her eyes scanned the room wildly and she breathed a sigh of relief when she discovered Luna admiring the gold moldings on the wall.

"What is this?" drawled an amused Daphne Greengrass. "Two lions in the den of the snakes?"

Nott glared at her. "Is there a problem?"

She shook her head, still grinning. "Not at all. Quite a change in pace." Her grin grew wider. "Interesting company as well."

Ginny felt a body next to her. Turning, she wheezed when Malfoy loomed at her side, scrutinizing her with his menacing eyes.

"Draco, leave the girl alone," Millicent Bullstrode ordered, sitting pleasantly on the ground. "We all know she's a bit high strung." Ginny's eyes met hers and she smiled. "I saw what you did to Michael Corner. Great right hook, Weasley."

Ginny was flattered. "It's all in the wrist," she said smugly.

Bullstrode laughed. "Poor boy cried in the Infirmary for hours," she chuckled.

"What did the bloke do, Weasley?" Zabini asked smoothly, curious.

Ginny watched as Malfoy sat elegantly on the sofa. He didn't seem interested in her at all. She carefully eyed Luna in the corner of the room. "He mentioned something about my arse," she replied, not really paying attention to them.

Luna reached out a hand to touch a painting.

"It is a gorgeous arse," Zabini drawled, smirking.

Ginny glowered at him. "You want a black eye as well?" she threatened.

He grinned, humored by her defense. "Sit down," he commanded, patting the space next to him.

Gulping, Ginny began to notice the awkwardness of the situation. She was standing like an outsider – which she was – before them, Luna was distractedly roaming through the room, and Nott was eying her hungrily from his seat.

She nodded and stiffly sat next to Zabini. She examined the table before her, littered with drinks of all kinds. What the hell am I doing?

"Luna," she called out suddenly. "You should come sit." She prayed that Luna would hurry up with her inspection and save her from another odd conversation.

Luna drifted towards an oak door. "I've always wanted to see what a Slytherin bedroom looked like," she commented lightly.

Ginny froze as Nott got up within seconds to show her.

Daphne Greengrass smirked haughtily. "Your friend is extremely trusting, isn't she?"

Ginny stood up and stared, shell-shocked, as Luna entered the room with no fear whatsoever. "Luna," croaked Ginny, following her. She went into the room, fully ready to batter the shite out of Nott, but was hit, once again, with wonder.

"This is not a bedroom," Ginny breathed, looking around in admiration.

Their rooms were even more regal. Four poster beds were lined in their own little – definitely not little, thought Ginny – nooks. The suite was humungous. It could obviously fit more than four students within it.

"Is this your bed?" Luna sighed, feeling the silk sheets between her fingers.

Ginny gaped at her. Did she really have no idea what the hell she was doing? Luna was always so calm and serene, but to not blatantly see the signs of Nott's lust for her? Was she serious?

Nott came close and stared down at her, his dark eyes hooded. "Of course. I can't have anything less than silk."

Luna smiled wistfully. "You have good taste."

"Lovegood," he whispered, lightly touching her arm.

Ginny gulped and looked away. None of this was what she expected.

She tried to keep her eyes from their general area, when she spotted a satin curve of cloth peeking out from out of someone's drawer. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the unique sewing pattern on embedded on the fabric. Oh, my God, she panicked, those are my fucking knickers.

"Gin?"

She disregarded the sound of her name and dashed to the drawer. She pulled out the item of clothing and felt her face go red. She whirled to Nott, livid as fuck. "What the hell is this?" she hissed deathly.

Nott stiffened and realization washed over his face.

"What the fuck is this doing here?" she screeched, walking to him and pushing him into his bed.

Luna instantly got in-between them. "Gin, what are those?"

"These are my fucking knickers!" she shrieked.

"Are you sure?" Luna asked reasonably.

Ginny was aghast. "Of course I'm sure! Hermione gave them to me as a joke! They've got my fucking name written on the tag!"

Zabini rushed into the room and snapped, "What the bloody hell is with all the noise?!" He suspiciously ogled at the scene and his dark eyes landed on the scrap of material in Ginny's hands. His eyes skipped to hers. "Where did you find those?"

Ginny tightened her hold on her underwear and whispered quietly, "Did you take these?" Her tone of voice was eerily calm and everyone in the room feared for Zabini's life.

He didn't answer her.

Swallowing hard, Ginny began to breathe raggedly. "I can't believe this," she rasped, eyes darting in every which direction. She was angry, yes, but she felt completely humiliated. He had filched her knickers from the laundry rooms and kept them like a fucking prize. Ginny felt tears sting at her eyes.

Without saying another word, she jetted out of the room, refusing to meet anyone's curious gaze. She passed by the horde of Slytherins in the common room and paid no heed to their questions.

"Weasley, where are you off to?"

"What does she have in her hand?"

She rushed out of their corridors without a glance back. Out of their Slytherin perimeter, Ginny ducked into an alcove and crouched on the ground. Holding her knickers in her hand, she sobbed into her knees.

They had made a fool out of her. It was all a gag to them. She had made it vehemently clear to everyone that she was not to be trifled with. After growing up around her older brothers, Ginny learned how to properly defend herself – with or without a wand. She kept the horny boys at bay and she focused solely on her schoolwork and courses. How could this have happened? How could they have just stolen something so secret? To steal her knickers was to boast to the world that they bedded her – that it was evidence of what may have transpired between herself and the Slytherins.

Ginny stared blankly at the knickers in her hand. For the first time in a long time, she had no urge to pummel anyone. The situation was too personal to do so. Wiping away her tears, she stuffed the fabric in her robe pocket, left the alcove and headed for her dormitory.

She would pretend it never happened, for the consequences of it getting out were too dire and embarrassing for her to endure.

She awoke to a silent room the next morning. It was a blissful Saturday and Ginny was grateful for the quiet. Deciding to relish in a book, Ginny headed for the library, wearing one of Ron's old t-shirts and a pair of jogging shorts. She sighed in relief when she found that most of the students had gone to Hogsmeade for the day.

Sitting down, she cracked open her copy of Atlas Shrugged and scanned each line. She finished only one page before her thoughts drifted back to the night before. She felt guilty for leaving Luna, but she couldn't stand being ridiculed for another minute. Ginny groaned when she realized that they would jeer at her whenever she would see them. She put down the book and laid back into the wooden chair.

"I need to stop," she whispered, ridding her mind of everything.

She paused when she heard yells and cheers from outside the window. She propped her knees onto the chair and her eyes widened. Ron was inside a circle of excited students, fists at the ready, with Dean Thomas across from him, trying not to look terrified.

Ginny zoomed out of there like her arse was on fire. When she got outside, she struggled through the crowd of students and finally reached her brother. "Ron, what the hell!" she hissed, pushing him back into Harry and Hermione. "You shouldn't be fighting."

"You should talk," he growled, still glaring at Dean.

"What the hell is this about?!" snapped Ginny, red in the face.

"Dean said something inappropriate," Hermione replied, holding onto to Ron's arm. "Which shouldn't matter, because it's only words."

"What did he say?!" Ginny questioned.

No one answered her.

"What did he say?!" she demanded.

"He called you a fucking slag, Gin," Ron muttered darkly.

Ginny stopped short and turned to face Dean. Before anyone else could utter a sound, she took one long step and clocked him right on the face. He fell back with a crack. Ginny shook her numb hand and watched as his friends loomed over him.

Hermione gasped. "Ginny!" she reprimanded. "That breaks the entire agreement!"

The commotion died down when Professor Snape glided through. He took one dark look at Dean on the ground and raised an impressed eyebrow at Ginny. "Miss Weasley," he drawled, "My office." He sauntered back into the castle, his robes billowing after him.

A month's detention and another week without her wand. Ginny shook her head at the ridiculousness of it all. An idiot decides to spread horrible rumors about her, and she gets punished? Well, at least Dean Thomas was suffering a horrible punch to the face. Ginny grinned to herself. She couldn't wait to see his purple face at dinner tonight.

She slowly walked from Snape's office to the prefect's bathroom, yearning for a long, hot bath. She stiffened in place when she heard people approaching.

"Zabini, you are a pig!"

"I'm a stunning pig."

Fuck, Ginny thought, Slytherins.

She spun around quickly and prayed to the Gods that she would be out of the corridor by the time they entered it.

No such luck.

"Weasley!" called out a voice.

Bullstrode, Ginny thought. Trying to muster up any bravery she had left, Ginny turned her head and faced the nerve-racking cluster. It seemed like all the seventh year Slytherins were glued together.

"I enjoyed your show today! You and Weasel King are quite the pair," she said cheerfully, eyes laughing.

"Thomas deserved it," she said curtly.

They stopped before her and she felt caged.

"Rightly so," Goyle agreed, grinning.

Not looking at them, Ginny asked brusquely, "Is that all?"

"You left rather early last night," Greengrass stated the obvious, studying Ginny intently.

Ginny shrugged. "I had better things to do," she answered briskly.

"You seemed upset," she pursued.

Gods, just let it go, Ginny thought to herself. "I was fine," she bit out.

"We're having a party tonight," started Bullstrode, scribbling something on a torn piece of parchment. She handed it to Ginny. "That's the password. You should come."

Hell no. "Right." A movement to her left caught her eye. She stared as Malfoy brooded by the large windows behind them. Pompous arse.

"I'd say to bring Lovegood, but she's accompanying Nott," Parkinson sounded bitter.

Ginny looked at her. "What? Accompanying him? What does that mean?"

"A date, Weasley," Zabini cut in smoothly, "surely, you know what that is."

"Of course I do," she snapped.

She stood awkwardly as they passed her. She crumpled the parchment in her hand and with bated breath, waited until they left. She eyed Malfoy suspiciously as he dawdled behind them. She glared at his back, until … her heart halted with its beating.

Tucked flawlessly in his back pocket was a familiar red fabric. Ginny held a hand to her mouth.

It was her fucking knickers.

She had to confront him. After discovering her knickers and having them in her possession for only a few hours, he had somehow thieved them once again. How the hell did get inside undetected? She hid them underneath the bottom of her trunk – so concealed by everything else.

She visibly paled. He had rummaged through her bras and under things. She whimpered in mortification.

But the bigger question was: why did he have them? Why did he keep them in such personal areas – in places where they were meant to be seen.

Ginny growled and shook her head. It had to have been a prank. It was conniving and evil and ugh, she plopped onto the bed, breathing heavily. It needed to stop. The humiliation just couldn't go on.

She wouldn't let it.

She opened an eye and stared at the discarded parchment on the ground.

Here we go again.

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