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Stuck On You - Chapter One
By Caliko
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I kept my head low, muttering as I reached down with fastidious hands to lift up the offensive garment. Quickly, lest it sit in my hands too long, I threw the over patched and frayed black robe back into her trunk. I reached for the next item, cursing whatever gods caused McGonagall to have stepped off of the train at that moment. Just a few seconds before or after, and she would not have caught me kicking Ginny Weasley's trunk off of the platform.
The sun beat down on my back, reminding me that we were actually experiencing an indian summer. I could feel the small trickles of sweat rolling out of my hairline to gather over my eyebrows, and then run down into my unprepared eyes. Wincing, I brought my hand up to my face and wiped the sweat away, not realizing until it was too late that I had just used the girls underpants to dry my skin.
I could feel my eyes open wide and my pale skin blush. Angry at myself for being less than perfect, I dropped the silky wisp of nothing and met the girls disbelieving eyes, my face getting redder even as her stare got wider.
"YOU PERVERT!" She screamed suddenly slamming her book over my head. "I can't believe you just did that!"
Crossing my arms over my blond hair, I ducked, for once trying to explain myself. I had no intention of letting her get the wrong idea! God! I could just imagine the rumors!
:::Did you hear about Draco Malfoy?? He collects girls UNDERPANTS! Do you think he wears them?:::
Wincing at the possibilities, I picked my head up and raised my voice to be heard over hers.
"Look, I wasn't thinking! I didn't realize...." (BAP!) The book connected sharply with my nose, and I felt the delicate bones break just before it started to gush. "Oww shit!"
I grabbed my face, sending the evil git my most malicious glare before I got up. Then, ignoring Professor McGonagall, I brushed past them both and stalked up to the castle. To hell with them!
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That night, I stared at her across the room, dreaming sweet thoughts... of revenge. She broke my nose, and no magic on Earth will ever bring it back to it's original streamlined perfection.
I couldn't afford to let it pass. Not only would I lose the respect of the other Slytherin's, but I would anger my father, as well.
She looked up and caught my eye, grinning as she noticed the slight bump on my bridge. The grin turned to a smirk as she returned my stare, almost as if she knew what I was thinking. It was almost as if she were daring me to do my worst!
Well, I was raised to never disappoint a lady. I suppose the red-headed she demon could be considered a lady...of sorts.
Ginny broke eye contact, and went back to speaking with Granger. She was waving a long, elaborate quill in the air, laughing, with her head thrown back and the stars from the ceiling lighting her face. She was animated, almost hyper as she elaborated on her story and added finesse.
From time to time, I heard her say my name, then mimic pounding my face in with a book. Her brother glanced from her to me, grinning wide with almost parental pride over his baby sisters action. He nodded, satisfied, then laughed and went back to his meal.
My mind raced, trying to pin down the exact hex. Petrificus totalus? No.. not good enough. Furnunculus? Not original. Hmmm.. wait.. Instant Scalping??
:::Might be an improvement for Ron.. but no.. not rotten enough.:::
Just then, Ron asked to borrow a piece of paper and Ginny's quill. The girl blithely handed it over, not even hesitating.
I grinned, inspired, as an idea formed in my head. Getting up from the table, I walked over to the message board behind the Gryffindor table, pretending to read the announcements tacked up on the wall. Then, I spotted that ridicules quill laying on the table and cast my spell.
I turned around, and started for my own table, only to be brought up short by a sight that chilled even my blood. Professor Snape was standing over the table with a piece of parchment in his hand, casting around for a writing instrument. Beside him stood the new DADA teacher, a very curvy blond. I started to choke, holding back the laughter as I realized that the oily potions teacher was trying to pick up the newest victim of the DADA curse.
I then realized that what he was about to pick up was Ginny's quill. Needless to say, I freaked.
:::SHIT!::: "Accio Quill!" I muttered, panicking as the feather flew threw the air and into my hand. :::It's alright.." I breathed, calming as I remembered what Father's book said, :::As long as someone else doesn't touch it while I am!:::
"Draco Malfoy! That's MINE, you thief!" Ginny reached behind her and grabbed the quill. Tugging, she tried to rip it from my hands. "I'm tired of you touching my things! Let GO!"
"I can't!" I pulled my arm back, hoping that the feather would tear in half. Unfortunately, there seemed to be an anti-wear charm on the frilly writing instrument, and it stayed intact.
The red headed hellion stood up and threw herself back with all of her weight. Ron, coming around the table, tried to pry our hands off of the quill. Of course, neither worked. There was only one cure for this hex - time. 30 day's of time, to be exact.
"What's going on here?" Snape moved to separate us, probably in an attempt to impress the new DADA teacher.
"Sir, I think someone's playing a trick on us! Our hands seem to be stuck on this quill." I said, trying to appear as innocent as possible. :::I wonder if I can shift the blame to Potter?:::
"Don't be ridicules! Who would do that?" The potions master pulled himself up to his full height and reached for our hands. Taking a wand from his pocket, he tapped it three times on Ginny's fist, and muttered something under his breath. He then turned around and went back to his conversation, obviously expecting the problem to have gone away.
For the first time, ever, the Weasley's and I shared an amused grin. Then, Ginny discovered that she was, indeed, still stuck to me.
"Um.. Professor?" She called out, holding our clasped hands out. "We're still stuck."
Snape turned around so fast, that his black and green robes wrapped around his ankles. With an annoyed sigh, he grabbed our hands and again tapped them three times with his wand, muttering something that sounded similar, yet not quite the same, as if he had mispronounced the words the last time.
About an hour later, we were in Dumbledore's office, still joined at the wrist. The way he looked at me made me fidget, as if he KNEW that I was at the bottom of this debacle. He circled us, scratching his chin through the long white beard and shaking his head.
"A simple super-glue spell.. /sigh/ used it myself a few times, but I would never have used it like this!" the Headmaster exclaimed, moving their hands this way and that. "No hope for it. I'm afraid that the only cure is time."
"Time?" Ginny mumbled, as I tried to pretend that I didn't know.
"Hmmm... about 30 days, wouldn't you say, Draco?" He met my eyes straight on, daring me to deny it. "Young Malfoy's father pulled the same practical joke at one point in his school career, but was fortunate enough not to have it backfire."
Dumbledore moved back to his desk and sat in his chair. Then, looking up at the miserable group in front of him, he waved us off, grinning as Ginny smacked me across my back. "Severus, have them settled into the infirmary. We can't have them sharing a bed without a chaperone, can we?"
If possible, Ginny's face became even redder, almost drowning the wash of freckles from her face. I heard a strange gargling sound, then realized it was me, shuddering as I thought about the upcoming month. This was going to be a VERY long four weeks.
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Alright.. most of my mistakes in this chapter have been fixed! G Can't believe I was that careless.. hmm.. yeah I can. I'm lazy. ^_^.
~Caliko~