A/N: (I took some basic ideas from people, if you notice one of your ideas
has been taken, please e-mail me and I WILL mention you, sometimes I take
'em w/out realizing. And this probably sucks; my fan fiction is completely
unprofessional considering I don't plan on sending it to a publisher unless
I want my ass sued. Welp, the basic idea doesn't begin in this chapter, but
hopefully it'll amuse you until we get to it, this is a Draco and Ginny
fanfic, and don't make fun of me on my little "scene" in chapter 2 when it
comes out:( lol, I'm not good with them. You can flame me in your review if
u want, but please review. :)
SCREW THE DISCLAIMER! Go ahead sue me! Jeez, u honestly think I "own" these characters? Hey J.K, if u actually come on these sites, ur books completely rock and I'm totally shooting to write half as good as u some day! And THANKYOU for creating that sexy thing Malfoy. Oh anyway lol, hope you enjoy this, please read and review it for me to continue on. :) Rated R!!! Adult language, adult content, and that other think it'd be rated R for.
Warning: I made a mistake with the common rooms, sorry about that, but just try and ignore it. :)
::He watched as the horses ran by as he layed in the mud, faced upward, horses parading around him in persistent circles, the air foggy, wind beating up against his face. He hadn't a clue where he was, why he was there, everything seemed foggy and incomprehensible, mud splashed up against his pale and frightened face, the space to move limited. He sank deeper into the mud with every breath, every gasp for air in the little breathing space he had. He looked up into the dark sky, rain fell harshly into his squinted eyes, where was I? Whatever was coming, why wasn't it here yet, why couldn't he just get this over with? He tried to move his head once more with all of his strength, as it was shoved into the mud. A dark figure appeared as he gave his head one last tug. The horses scattered, no longer parading around him like maniacs, a cold suddenly drifted over him and his happiness leaked out of him, all went black, all but the little bit of unhappiness left in his body, he lost the will to escape, he looked up, waiting for it to come over him. there it was, a dementor, it leaned in, its mouth wide open, all colors faded, only blackness could be sensed from this dementor, it leaned in closer. he shut his eyes, waiting for eternal blackness, the depths of all that was not wanted.::
Draco darted up from his sleep panting, sweat pouring down his face, looking around frantically for this unwanted creature, his hair unusually ruffled. When he'd caught on that it was a dream he was more relieved then he'd been in his life, he fell back heavily onto his bed, taking in the comfort of the pillow, the nice warm blankets, he sighed at the lack of dementors.
Darting up again after realizing he was no longer tired, although it was two in the morning, he looked out the window, a full moon shining down on in him, and beading off his face. He moved his hand into his hair, which was no longer greased down but tamed, and pushed it backward, it immediately moved to its proper position, two pieces dangling over his eyes. ME? He thought. Afraid of DEMENTORS, Potter is afraid of dementors not me, he's the goody, goody GRYFFNDOR with all the nightmares!
Draco rose from his bed and began pacing around the room, trying to think of anything that could've cause this dream. Was it a sign? It couldn't be a sign! There was no such thing as SIGNS.
The next day when in Potions class, Draco, instead of sitting next to Crabb and Goyle, sat in back, persistently thinking about his dream the night before, continuously trying to convince himself it'd meant nothing. Professor Snape had been in the middle of taking attendance as Hermoine Granger rushed in.
"Sorry I'm late Professor!" She screamed as she stumbled in and headed toward him at the front of the room. " I have a-"
"A PASS Ms. Granger," he cut her off. "Has no importance to me, twenty points from Gryffndor, and you may take a seat in the back, next to Mr. Malfoy."
Hermione exchanged glances with Ron and Harry, and the three rolled their eyes at Snape. She huffed to the back and reluctantly took a seat next to Draco. Snape began teaching the lesson, but neither Malfoy nor Hermoine had their minds on it, as they both had other things on their minds. Hermoine began fidgeting her seat, rocking it back and forth and tapping her writing utensil against the desk instead of taking notes with it. Draco became quite annoyed.
"Shut up, will you Granger?"
Snape had everyone choose a partner, and Draco had been paired with Hermoine, not out of free will.
"Malfoy," She said suddenly as they were mixing potions. "Okay I need to tell someone this."
"Tell them whatever you want, but don't tell it to me."
"Malfoy I've got to tell someone! Besides, I don't want Harry to know, or Ron, he'll tell Harry. And I don't want them running off and getting themselves killed."
"Tell Potter or WEASLY after class, I'm not interested in hearing it."
"It's about you-know-who." She said, definitely attracting Draco's attention.
He dropped the potion he was about to pour into the solution and burnt a small hole through the floor just as Snape was walking around waiting to criticize a Gryffndor, Draco shifted his foot over the hole and picked up the potion bottle as he screamed "Careful Granger!" Snape shot an evil eye toward Hermoine.
"Malfoy," She said ignoring Snape. "Do you wish to know about you-know- who or not?"
"Yes I WISH to know." He said mocking her.
"Fine then," she said as she mixed up another potion to replace the one dropped by Draco. "Well he's coming back."
" Good then," He looked at Harry with an evil grin. "He can finish some off."
"He doesn't want HARRY Malfoy, he wants. Slytherins."
Draco's eyes widened and the smirk left his face and were replaced with pure fear, his face went completely pale and he looked ready to be sick. "To. kill? He- he wants to kill us?"
I don't know Malfoy, I got the information from this book I was reading," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "When Evil Strikes Upon Hogwarts, came across it while looking for a cure for persistent hiccups, on this year during our school year, the school Povindale, it used to hold the spirit of you-know-who."
"Please, he can handle himself."
"Yes, NOW he can Malfoy, not then."
"Well what do you want ME to do about it?"
"It was just a warning Malfoy," She finally managed to pour the potion into the solution. "I'm not sure I'm supposed to tell you, and I CAN'T tell you how I know he's coming."
Malfoy gave her a dirty look and they were about to continue with there projects, glaring at each other like maniacs as Ginny Weasly rushed in. Draco shifted her eyes toward Ginny and quickly rolled them. Another WEASLY, although this one with curly hair and no figure whatsoever, a complete "braniac", with nothing to show for her meaningless life, no, Draco preferred the rebel type.
"Severus-"
Snape shot up an angry glare, his face turned bright red, not out of embarrassment but of anger, he slammed the quill he'd be holding at the time harshly onto the desk.
"Ms. WEASLY!" He screamed as she backed down a bit, her lip shivering from fear. "Do you address your mother by her first name at any time?" He screamed oblivious to how terrible he was being to her.
"S-sometimes," She said her eyes welling with tears.
"Another Fred and George I see, address me properly next time, or be expelled, thirty points from Gryffndor!" He screamed flipping his hair back as it was in his face. Ginny wiped her eyes.
"Yes Professor Snape."
What a baby, can't even stand up for herself, STUPID Weasly. Draco thought as the bell rang and every student hustled outside, the sound of chairs screeching echoed across the room, very good for Ron and Harry who were just about to tell Snape off.
"Can't believe he did that to you," Ron said as he walked beside Ginny and Harry. "It wasn't even-"
Ron stopped dead in his tracks, a first years banging into him, they both exchanged swears before the first year proceeded around the three.
"That's Malfoy- talking to Hermione! What is he doing talking to her?"
Harry and Ginny looked over at Malfoy, Ginny suddenly noticing how incredibly handsome Malfoy looked without his hair greased to look as if he'd looked like he'd stuck his head in an engine. Ginny quickly shook it off, she liked Harry, the sweet and loving one, not Draco, he hadn't cared about anything in the world, he had no emotions, she couldn't have liked him.
Ron's screaming quickly drowned out her thoughts.
"She's whispering in his ear, she's whispering in his ear, bloody hell they must be dating!" He said as he began walking in circles, Harry raising an eyebrow as he looked at Ron as if crazy. "They're secretly dating! Like- like on that bloody muggle show F.R.I.E.N.D.S!"
"F.R.I.E.N.D.S?" Harry asked.
"Dad likes to see what the muggles watch on television, he seems to favor that show."
"Never seen it-"
"Enough about the show! Look at them! First KRUM now Malfoy-" Ron continued as Ginny cut him off with a smirk.
"What? Do you fancy Hermione?"
"Of- of course not," He said as Harry smiled. "Just can't see how she'd date Malfoy-"
"Or Krum," Harry cut him off.
"Come off it now! Hermione and I are purely friends." He screamed in rage as they'd finally reached the common room he screamed out the password "Every-flavored BEANS Hermione- I mean fat- I mean blasted hell!" The fat lady was startled and swung open as quickly as possible, although he'd added a bit much to the password.
"Well catch you later Ginny." Harry said, shaking his head at Ron, she grabbed him before he could walk in after repeating the password.
"Um-Harry, I was wondering," She began to say as Harry lifted an eyebrow and a shiver ran down her spine. She looked around for anything to halt her, any sign that she wasn't to do what she was about to do. "Erm, well, would you like to go out one time? Maybe, you know hang around sometime during the up-coming Christmas vacation, since, you know." She trailed off realizing she'd said enough due to Harry's shocked expression, both eyebrows were now raised, he began to stutter, sounds coming out of his mouth, none recognizable.
"Ginny," He was finally able to say. "I only see you as Ron's little sister, I see you as nothing more, you understand right? I mean besides, your really not the type of girl I could be interested in." Ginny's face dropped.
"Sure," She said trying as hard as possible not to cry, "Uh-huh."
Harry walked into his common room not giving her a second glance. Ginny was about to walk away, sobbing persistently, as she saw Malfoy and Hermione walking up together, Draco's face pale.
"What's the password Ginny?" Hermione asked.
"Every-flavored beans."
Hermione brushed past Malfoy and headed straight into the room, Ginny stared at Malfoy, his pale blonde hair, deep gray eyes, they seemed to stare straight into hers this particular night.
"What do you want WEASLY?" He asked bitterly.
"Nothing." She quickly said snapping out of this trance he'd put her in.
He turned and walked away, just as she was about to do with her head down, she was halfway to the common room when she got a sudden urge to punch someone, tackle, anything, she stopped dead in her tracks and looked back at Malfoy who was walking away with pride, she wanted him, she wanted him to want her. she felt her knotted curly hair, a pimple she had on her chin, the many red marks on her face, he'd never take her like this--- she ran up to the painting of the fat lady, and began shouting the password.
"EVERY-FLAVORED BEANS!" She screamed.
The fat lady raised her eyes at the child. "You are not to be in a boys common room young lady.
"NOW LET ME IN! EVERY-FLAVORED BEANS!" The fat lady refused persistently. Draco turned to see what the racket was, his hand sin his pocket, he raised his eyes as he watched Ginny throw her entire body against the painting, hitting her, punching, slapping, everything in her power to open this wretched painting.
"Come off it Weasly, she'll never let you in, a pervert are you?"
"FUCK OFF MALFOY! GO TO YOUR PUNY LITTLE DORM, GRAB ONE OF YOUR PUNY LITTLE FRIENDS AND FUCK OFF!"
Malfoy took his hands out of his pockets and backed away slightly, he tried to say something, he stumbled backward as he stuttered, "You don't-"
She moved toward him, her eyes raging, a pure fire in them, they went through him, she raised he fist as she inched closer.
"Fuck it." He ran up the steps and proceeded toward his dorm, a Gryffndor? Tell me off? He thought.
Ginny pounded on the painting a bit more as the fat lady tried to calm her, nothing worked, and Ginny pounded for about another five minutes until giving up. She'd decided to go with a completely different method.
She was careful that the floor didn't creek as she walked halfway across the room she turned slowly, and bent down to the floor, she placed her hand onto the floor, feeling the carpet beneath her finger tips, she counted to three, and charged. She ran as fast as it could, knowing it would hurt harder then ever once she'd reached door, two inches away she closed her eyes, turned sideways and prepared to jump through it, she waited for a bang, a broken arm, anything, she did feel a bang, on top of a soft carpet, the same that she'd felt right before charging at the painting idiotically. Had she been in the same place she'd started from?
She looked backward still lying on the floor; to see the fat ladies painting swing closed. She stood up; the painting must've opened just as she would've banged into it. As Ginny was looking at the painting relieved the fat lady suddenly appeared.
"That was VERY rude young lady! You're lucky I swung open!"
Ginny ignored what she wanted to say to her and continued on. After a few seconds of walking she reached a wooden floor, this was it, one more step and she'd reached the boys dormitory, was this a good choice? Oh what the bloody hell, who gives? She stepped in quickly.
The chatter that was usually going on suddenly stopped. Semus gasped and pointed to Ginny causing all to look over at her. They all exchanged glances for a moment, until Harry emerged from the bathroom with only a towel around his waste. He looked over at Ginny and suddenly looked down to make sure he'd had a towel on. He has a very nice body though, she thought.
"Ginny!"
"Ginny what the bloody hell are you doing here?" Ron who'd been up n a bed reading a quidditch book screamed. He'd quickly thrown it down after seeing Ginny charge into the boys' common room. She ignored him and went straight for Harry.
"SO YOU THINK YOU CAN TURN ME DOWN? I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU AM I?" She completely ignored the fact that he was half naked. "Just 'Ron's little sister' AM I?" He glared at her in shock. "WELLM GO ON! TELL ME OFF, OR TOO EMBARRASED? WELL I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING POTTER; YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET IT! THAT YOU'VE EVER TURNED ME DOWN, INSULTED ME! I'M GONNA COME IN HERE ONE DAY, GUYS ALL OVER ME, AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR BLOODY ASS!" She stormed out not giving him a chance to say a word.
"That was wicked." Ron said to himself, Harry who had apparently heard him looked at him angrily.
That night Draco couldn't sleep at all, Ginny had been so sexy there for a moment, telling him off like that- what spunk--- ugh no! A Gryffndor sexy? No! Especially not a WEASLY, besides, he was only to be with someone with straight smooth hair, not curly knotty hair and pimples placed all over her face like she was the bloody anti-beauty..maybe, maybe he did like her.
SCREW THE DISCLAIMER! Go ahead sue me! Jeez, u honestly think I "own" these characters? Hey J.K, if u actually come on these sites, ur books completely rock and I'm totally shooting to write half as good as u some day! And THANKYOU for creating that sexy thing Malfoy. Oh anyway lol, hope you enjoy this, please read and review it for me to continue on. :) Rated R!!! Adult language, adult content, and that other think it'd be rated R for.
Warning: I made a mistake with the common rooms, sorry about that, but just try and ignore it. :)
::He watched as the horses ran by as he layed in the mud, faced upward, horses parading around him in persistent circles, the air foggy, wind beating up against his face. He hadn't a clue where he was, why he was there, everything seemed foggy and incomprehensible, mud splashed up against his pale and frightened face, the space to move limited. He sank deeper into the mud with every breath, every gasp for air in the little breathing space he had. He looked up into the dark sky, rain fell harshly into his squinted eyes, where was I? Whatever was coming, why wasn't it here yet, why couldn't he just get this over with? He tried to move his head once more with all of his strength, as it was shoved into the mud. A dark figure appeared as he gave his head one last tug. The horses scattered, no longer parading around him like maniacs, a cold suddenly drifted over him and his happiness leaked out of him, all went black, all but the little bit of unhappiness left in his body, he lost the will to escape, he looked up, waiting for it to come over him. there it was, a dementor, it leaned in, its mouth wide open, all colors faded, only blackness could be sensed from this dementor, it leaned in closer. he shut his eyes, waiting for eternal blackness, the depths of all that was not wanted.::
Draco darted up from his sleep panting, sweat pouring down his face, looking around frantically for this unwanted creature, his hair unusually ruffled. When he'd caught on that it was a dream he was more relieved then he'd been in his life, he fell back heavily onto his bed, taking in the comfort of the pillow, the nice warm blankets, he sighed at the lack of dementors.
Darting up again after realizing he was no longer tired, although it was two in the morning, he looked out the window, a full moon shining down on in him, and beading off his face. He moved his hand into his hair, which was no longer greased down but tamed, and pushed it backward, it immediately moved to its proper position, two pieces dangling over his eyes. ME? He thought. Afraid of DEMENTORS, Potter is afraid of dementors not me, he's the goody, goody GRYFFNDOR with all the nightmares!
Draco rose from his bed and began pacing around the room, trying to think of anything that could've cause this dream. Was it a sign? It couldn't be a sign! There was no such thing as SIGNS.
The next day when in Potions class, Draco, instead of sitting next to Crabb and Goyle, sat in back, persistently thinking about his dream the night before, continuously trying to convince himself it'd meant nothing. Professor Snape had been in the middle of taking attendance as Hermoine Granger rushed in.
"Sorry I'm late Professor!" She screamed as she stumbled in and headed toward him at the front of the room. " I have a-"
"A PASS Ms. Granger," he cut her off. "Has no importance to me, twenty points from Gryffndor, and you may take a seat in the back, next to Mr. Malfoy."
Hermione exchanged glances with Ron and Harry, and the three rolled their eyes at Snape. She huffed to the back and reluctantly took a seat next to Draco. Snape began teaching the lesson, but neither Malfoy nor Hermoine had their minds on it, as they both had other things on their minds. Hermoine began fidgeting her seat, rocking it back and forth and tapping her writing utensil against the desk instead of taking notes with it. Draco became quite annoyed.
"Shut up, will you Granger?"
Snape had everyone choose a partner, and Draco had been paired with Hermoine, not out of free will.
"Malfoy," She said suddenly as they were mixing potions. "Okay I need to tell someone this."
"Tell them whatever you want, but don't tell it to me."
"Malfoy I've got to tell someone! Besides, I don't want Harry to know, or Ron, he'll tell Harry. And I don't want them running off and getting themselves killed."
"Tell Potter or WEASLY after class, I'm not interested in hearing it."
"It's about you-know-who." She said, definitely attracting Draco's attention.
He dropped the potion he was about to pour into the solution and burnt a small hole through the floor just as Snape was walking around waiting to criticize a Gryffndor, Draco shifted his foot over the hole and picked up the potion bottle as he screamed "Careful Granger!" Snape shot an evil eye toward Hermoine.
"Malfoy," She said ignoring Snape. "Do you wish to know about you-know- who or not?"
"Yes I WISH to know." He said mocking her.
"Fine then," she said as she mixed up another potion to replace the one dropped by Draco. "Well he's coming back."
" Good then," He looked at Harry with an evil grin. "He can finish some off."
"He doesn't want HARRY Malfoy, he wants. Slytherins."
Draco's eyes widened and the smirk left his face and were replaced with pure fear, his face went completely pale and he looked ready to be sick. "To. kill? He- he wants to kill us?"
I don't know Malfoy, I got the information from this book I was reading," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "When Evil Strikes Upon Hogwarts, came across it while looking for a cure for persistent hiccups, on this year during our school year, the school Povindale, it used to hold the spirit of you-know-who."
"Please, he can handle himself."
"Yes, NOW he can Malfoy, not then."
"Well what do you want ME to do about it?"
"It was just a warning Malfoy," She finally managed to pour the potion into the solution. "I'm not sure I'm supposed to tell you, and I CAN'T tell you how I know he's coming."
Malfoy gave her a dirty look and they were about to continue with there projects, glaring at each other like maniacs as Ginny Weasly rushed in. Draco shifted her eyes toward Ginny and quickly rolled them. Another WEASLY, although this one with curly hair and no figure whatsoever, a complete "braniac", with nothing to show for her meaningless life, no, Draco preferred the rebel type.
"Severus-"
Snape shot up an angry glare, his face turned bright red, not out of embarrassment but of anger, he slammed the quill he'd be holding at the time harshly onto the desk.
"Ms. WEASLY!" He screamed as she backed down a bit, her lip shivering from fear. "Do you address your mother by her first name at any time?" He screamed oblivious to how terrible he was being to her.
"S-sometimes," She said her eyes welling with tears.
"Another Fred and George I see, address me properly next time, or be expelled, thirty points from Gryffndor!" He screamed flipping his hair back as it was in his face. Ginny wiped her eyes.
"Yes Professor Snape."
What a baby, can't even stand up for herself, STUPID Weasly. Draco thought as the bell rang and every student hustled outside, the sound of chairs screeching echoed across the room, very good for Ron and Harry who were just about to tell Snape off.
"Can't believe he did that to you," Ron said as he walked beside Ginny and Harry. "It wasn't even-"
Ron stopped dead in his tracks, a first years banging into him, they both exchanged swears before the first year proceeded around the three.
"That's Malfoy- talking to Hermione! What is he doing talking to her?"
Harry and Ginny looked over at Malfoy, Ginny suddenly noticing how incredibly handsome Malfoy looked without his hair greased to look as if he'd looked like he'd stuck his head in an engine. Ginny quickly shook it off, she liked Harry, the sweet and loving one, not Draco, he hadn't cared about anything in the world, he had no emotions, she couldn't have liked him.
Ron's screaming quickly drowned out her thoughts.
"She's whispering in his ear, she's whispering in his ear, bloody hell they must be dating!" He said as he began walking in circles, Harry raising an eyebrow as he looked at Ron as if crazy. "They're secretly dating! Like- like on that bloody muggle show F.R.I.E.N.D.S!"
"F.R.I.E.N.D.S?" Harry asked.
"Dad likes to see what the muggles watch on television, he seems to favor that show."
"Never seen it-"
"Enough about the show! Look at them! First KRUM now Malfoy-" Ron continued as Ginny cut him off with a smirk.
"What? Do you fancy Hermione?"
"Of- of course not," He said as Harry smiled. "Just can't see how she'd date Malfoy-"
"Or Krum," Harry cut him off.
"Come off it now! Hermione and I are purely friends." He screamed in rage as they'd finally reached the common room he screamed out the password "Every-flavored BEANS Hermione- I mean fat- I mean blasted hell!" The fat lady was startled and swung open as quickly as possible, although he'd added a bit much to the password.
"Well catch you later Ginny." Harry said, shaking his head at Ron, she grabbed him before he could walk in after repeating the password.
"Um-Harry, I was wondering," She began to say as Harry lifted an eyebrow and a shiver ran down her spine. She looked around for anything to halt her, any sign that she wasn't to do what she was about to do. "Erm, well, would you like to go out one time? Maybe, you know hang around sometime during the up-coming Christmas vacation, since, you know." She trailed off realizing she'd said enough due to Harry's shocked expression, both eyebrows were now raised, he began to stutter, sounds coming out of his mouth, none recognizable.
"Ginny," He was finally able to say. "I only see you as Ron's little sister, I see you as nothing more, you understand right? I mean besides, your really not the type of girl I could be interested in." Ginny's face dropped.
"Sure," She said trying as hard as possible not to cry, "Uh-huh."
Harry walked into his common room not giving her a second glance. Ginny was about to walk away, sobbing persistently, as she saw Malfoy and Hermione walking up together, Draco's face pale.
"What's the password Ginny?" Hermione asked.
"Every-flavored beans."
Hermione brushed past Malfoy and headed straight into the room, Ginny stared at Malfoy, his pale blonde hair, deep gray eyes, they seemed to stare straight into hers this particular night.
"What do you want WEASLY?" He asked bitterly.
"Nothing." She quickly said snapping out of this trance he'd put her in.
He turned and walked away, just as she was about to do with her head down, she was halfway to the common room when she got a sudden urge to punch someone, tackle, anything, she stopped dead in her tracks and looked back at Malfoy who was walking away with pride, she wanted him, she wanted him to want her. she felt her knotted curly hair, a pimple she had on her chin, the many red marks on her face, he'd never take her like this--- she ran up to the painting of the fat lady, and began shouting the password.
"EVERY-FLAVORED BEANS!" She screamed.
The fat lady raised her eyes at the child. "You are not to be in a boys common room young lady.
"NOW LET ME IN! EVERY-FLAVORED BEANS!" The fat lady refused persistently. Draco turned to see what the racket was, his hand sin his pocket, he raised his eyes as he watched Ginny throw her entire body against the painting, hitting her, punching, slapping, everything in her power to open this wretched painting.
"Come off it Weasly, she'll never let you in, a pervert are you?"
"FUCK OFF MALFOY! GO TO YOUR PUNY LITTLE DORM, GRAB ONE OF YOUR PUNY LITTLE FRIENDS AND FUCK OFF!"
Malfoy took his hands out of his pockets and backed away slightly, he tried to say something, he stumbled backward as he stuttered, "You don't-"
She moved toward him, her eyes raging, a pure fire in them, they went through him, she raised he fist as she inched closer.
"Fuck it." He ran up the steps and proceeded toward his dorm, a Gryffndor? Tell me off? He thought.
Ginny pounded on the painting a bit more as the fat lady tried to calm her, nothing worked, and Ginny pounded for about another five minutes until giving up. She'd decided to go with a completely different method.
She was careful that the floor didn't creek as she walked halfway across the room she turned slowly, and bent down to the floor, she placed her hand onto the floor, feeling the carpet beneath her finger tips, she counted to three, and charged. She ran as fast as it could, knowing it would hurt harder then ever once she'd reached door, two inches away she closed her eyes, turned sideways and prepared to jump through it, she waited for a bang, a broken arm, anything, she did feel a bang, on top of a soft carpet, the same that she'd felt right before charging at the painting idiotically. Had she been in the same place she'd started from?
She looked backward still lying on the floor; to see the fat ladies painting swing closed. She stood up; the painting must've opened just as she would've banged into it. As Ginny was looking at the painting relieved the fat lady suddenly appeared.
"That was VERY rude young lady! You're lucky I swung open!"
Ginny ignored what she wanted to say to her and continued on. After a few seconds of walking she reached a wooden floor, this was it, one more step and she'd reached the boys dormitory, was this a good choice? Oh what the bloody hell, who gives? She stepped in quickly.
The chatter that was usually going on suddenly stopped. Semus gasped and pointed to Ginny causing all to look over at her. They all exchanged glances for a moment, until Harry emerged from the bathroom with only a towel around his waste. He looked over at Ginny and suddenly looked down to make sure he'd had a towel on. He has a very nice body though, she thought.
"Ginny!"
"Ginny what the bloody hell are you doing here?" Ron who'd been up n a bed reading a quidditch book screamed. He'd quickly thrown it down after seeing Ginny charge into the boys' common room. She ignored him and went straight for Harry.
"SO YOU THINK YOU CAN TURN ME DOWN? I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU AM I?" She completely ignored the fact that he was half naked. "Just 'Ron's little sister' AM I?" He glared at her in shock. "WELLM GO ON! TELL ME OFF, OR TOO EMBARRASED? WELL I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING POTTER; YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET IT! THAT YOU'VE EVER TURNED ME DOWN, INSULTED ME! I'M GONNA COME IN HERE ONE DAY, GUYS ALL OVER ME, AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR BLOODY ASS!" She stormed out not giving him a chance to say a word.
"That was wicked." Ron said to himself, Harry who had apparently heard him looked at him angrily.
That night Draco couldn't sleep at all, Ginny had been so sexy there for a moment, telling him off like that- what spunk--- ugh no! A Gryffndor sexy? No! Especially not a WEASLY, besides, he was only to be with someone with straight smooth hair, not curly knotty hair and pimples placed all over her face like she was the bloody anti-beauty..maybe, maybe he did like her.