Hogwarts, A Mystery:
*6th year has never been this much fun. Hogwarts is certainly changing. New folks are arriving. And nothing seems matter anymore. A classic Draco/Ginny fic from the people that will continue to bring you good hearty stories which you will come to know and love.
A/N - Okay, I'm trying really hard to get people to review, so I can tell if people are reading and/ or liking it. Hope you like my first chapter:
Call Me Ishmael
"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago-never mind how long precisely..."
"Hermione? Why are you reading Moby Dick?"
"Ron, shutup, I'm trying to read here."
"Fine, I'll go bug Ginny." And he left the boring common room and ventured into The Great Hall where Ginny was gnawing on some carrot sticks.
The Great Hall was full of students doing homework in small groups and munching on snacks. Ginny, however was staring stupidly out the window on the other side of the Hall. Ron tried to be sleek and jump out from behind her to give her a scare, but his clumsiness quickly gave away his disposition.
"Ron what do you want?" Ginny asked not bothering to look back..
"Can't I see my only, and might I say dearest sister without her coming to the conclusion that I only visit her to acquire something?"
"Certainly, but you always leave me to the conclusion that you want something, so I ask again, what do you want?"
"Alright, do you have any of those quills left?"
"I have a million quills...?"
"You know those quills that will write themselves?"
"Why, what are you going to do?"
"Play a trick on Malfoy."
"Of course, left pocket of my bag."
"Thank you, Ginny. I can always count on you to help someone in need. What a wonder-"
"Take it before I change my mind."
Ron quickly left her alone looking out the frosted window. It was gorgeous, the castle in mid-December, the snow covered the ground in layers of ice-snow, and everything seemed to be enchanting. That's when Ginny decided to take a walk in the court yard in the back, the one most students don't go out into because three sides are surrounded by the castle, and there pitch is no view of the Qudditch pitch, just the lake. It was quite unpopular by any means, and maybe that's why she chose to walk there.
Stepping out through the glass doors, she could feel the cold winter air blowing against her pale skin and winding through her long, curly red hair. She closed the door behind her and wrapped her cloak tightly around her body. She walked around into the courtyard , until she found a bench. Hoping to be alone for a few minutes, she was deeply disappointed to find the seat occupied. Upon closer inspection, she discovered it was Draco Malfoy. Cursing under her breath, she was about to leave when she had an idea. Quickly, she ran up to the bench and sat down. Malfoy gave a disgusted look and looked away. But he didn't leave. Oh well, he wasn't talking, so it was as close as she could get to be alone, and chose to ignore him. Gazing upon the lake gave her chills up her spin out of the beauty of it.
Doing what Ginny did when she was alone, she pulled out a book, Moby Dick.
Chapter 1 - Loomings 'Call me Ishmael...'
"Moby Dick?" It was Draco who spoke now.
"Yes, Moby Dick, what's wrong with Moby Dick?"
"Nothing, but I didn't think you would be reading it."
Then there was along silence.
"What ever you say, Malfoy."
"Call me Draco."
A/N - find out next chap. What he meant, but the smart people can figure it out, R&R!
*6th year has never been this much fun. Hogwarts is certainly changing. New folks are arriving. And nothing seems matter anymore. A classic Draco/Ginny fic from the people that will continue to bring you good hearty stories which you will come to know and love.
A/N - Okay, I'm trying really hard to get people to review, so I can tell if people are reading and/ or liking it. Hope you like my first chapter:
Call Me Ishmael
"Call me Ishmael. Some years ago-never mind how long precisely..."
"Hermione? Why are you reading Moby Dick?"
"Ron, shutup, I'm trying to read here."
"Fine, I'll go bug Ginny." And he left the boring common room and ventured into The Great Hall where Ginny was gnawing on some carrot sticks.
The Great Hall was full of students doing homework in small groups and munching on snacks. Ginny, however was staring stupidly out the window on the other side of the Hall. Ron tried to be sleek and jump out from behind her to give her a scare, but his clumsiness quickly gave away his disposition.
"Ron what do you want?" Ginny asked not bothering to look back..
"Can't I see my only, and might I say dearest sister without her coming to the conclusion that I only visit her to acquire something?"
"Certainly, but you always leave me to the conclusion that you want something, so I ask again, what do you want?"
"Alright, do you have any of those quills left?"
"I have a million quills...?"
"You know those quills that will write themselves?"
"Why, what are you going to do?"
"Play a trick on Malfoy."
"Of course, left pocket of my bag."
"Thank you, Ginny. I can always count on you to help someone in need. What a wonder-"
"Take it before I change my mind."
Ron quickly left her alone looking out the frosted window. It was gorgeous, the castle in mid-December, the snow covered the ground in layers of ice-snow, and everything seemed to be enchanting. That's when Ginny decided to take a walk in the court yard in the back, the one most students don't go out into because three sides are surrounded by the castle, and there pitch is no view of the Qudditch pitch, just the lake. It was quite unpopular by any means, and maybe that's why she chose to walk there.
Stepping out through the glass doors, she could feel the cold winter air blowing against her pale skin and winding through her long, curly red hair. She closed the door behind her and wrapped her cloak tightly around her body. She walked around into the courtyard , until she found a bench. Hoping to be alone for a few minutes, she was deeply disappointed to find the seat occupied. Upon closer inspection, she discovered it was Draco Malfoy. Cursing under her breath, she was about to leave when she had an idea. Quickly, she ran up to the bench and sat down. Malfoy gave a disgusted look and looked away. But he didn't leave. Oh well, he wasn't talking, so it was as close as she could get to be alone, and chose to ignore him. Gazing upon the lake gave her chills up her spin out of the beauty of it.
Doing what Ginny did when she was alone, she pulled out a book, Moby Dick.
Chapter 1 - Loomings 'Call me Ishmael...'
"Moby Dick?" It was Draco who spoke now.
"Yes, Moby Dick, what's wrong with Moby Dick?"
"Nothing, but I didn't think you would be reading it."
Then there was along silence.
"What ever you say, Malfoy."
"Call me Draco."
A/N - find out next chap. What he meant, but the smart people can figure it out, R&R!