Chapter 1: Dear Old Ronniekins
It was nearing the beginning of May, Ginny's favorite month. She often thought she was a pansy for loving the spring season as much as she did, but she grew up around her orchard around the Burrow.
Ginny stared at herself forlornly in the mirror. While she had filled out a bit (she was at the end of her fifth year), she was almost positive that her chest didn't stick out as much as the other girls she knew, despite how much she willed it so. She was pretty, but not something that would make a cute boy in the corridor stop and say "Whoa." In other words, she was average.
She was bored and in the mood for an energy-booster, such as a quarrel with her older brother. She could hear her brother's calls from all the way down the stairwell.
"VIRGINIA ISABEL WEASLEY! COME DOWN HERE THIS-"
Her brother's shrill (and rather girly, thought Ginny with a giggle) shrieks were deafened by the loud, raucous yells of the Gryffindors of Hogwarts. There was to be a large party in the Room of Requirement for all the students of Hogwarts, and it was rumored to be stocked with Firewhiskey. That was one of the reasons Ron had wanted to go so badly. Ginny, of course, was nowhere near stupid and didn't buy his story of supervising the rowdy teens because it was his "duty as prefect of Gryffindor."
Ginny could hear Ron racing desperately up the steps of the girls' staircase. In his haste, he didn't remember the certain thing that happened to the stairs when a boy tried to go up them.
"AHHHHHHH!" Ron yelled frantically as he slid down the now smooth incline. Ginny suppressed a chuckle as she slid down after her brother.
"So, what's up?" she said nonchalantly as she stood up, dusting herself off.
Ron jumped up off the floor. He was red in the face and ears. It was clear the famous Weasley temper was about to blow. "Wha-wha---" he sputtered, trying to gather himself together.
Ginny sighed theatrically. "Ron, if you're just going to spit in my face, I have better things to do. Time is money, you know," she stated, with the air of someone commenting on the weather.
"You-" Ron said, then stopped. "Ginny," he stated calmly, "what's this I hear of you going to the party today?"
Ginny just loved to infuriate her brother, and this was one of the many times. She couldn't let this opportunity pass up. "What party?" she asked innocently.
"Don't play dumb," said her brother shortly. "Just tell me if you planned on going."
"As a matter of fact . . ." Ginny trailed off. There was a brief silence. "Yes, I was."
Ron looked about ready to explode. "You," he hissed, "are not going to that party! There's going to be Firewhiskey and dancing and all the more," he ranted, looking almost fearful, "boys. Bad, dirty, perverse boys-"
"If I'm not mistaken," Ginny said with an almost annoying look of triumph on her face, "YOU are one of those perverse boys. I mean, just yesterday I heard you talking 'bout Hermione, or should I say 'Miss Granger'--"
"Shhhh!" yelled Ron, looking wildly about as if Hermione was about to pop out like a jack-in-the-box from under one of the many tables burdened with their far-flung scrolls and quills. "Keep quiet!" Ginny smiled. This was gonna be SO fun . . .
"Besides," said Ron, his ears growing redder by the minute, "this converation is about you, not me. You are going to dance around like some- some scarlet woman! I won't allow one of MY sisters-"
"I'm you're ONLY sister," said Ginny hotly. She continued, her eyes flashing. "And since when, Ronald MURIEL* Weasley-" Ron's eyes widened and he made a movement as if to step forward and try to shut her up, "-have you been the boss of me? And I know what you're thinking," she said as Ron looked as if he had the first bright idea in all his life, "You're gonna tell mom. Well, I know of a certain SOMETHING you said about a certain SOMEONE whose last name rhymes with "Ranger."
Ginny smiled, her grin stretching across her freckled face. "And who knows? Maybe I'll have a dance with Zabini. Rather nasty prat, but he IS quite cute . . ."
Ron let out something that sounded suspiciously like a squeal of fury as Ginny turned around and swept back up to her room to get ready for the oncoming party.
A/N: I'm a newbie, so I might suck, but I'll try my best-I just love Ginny and Draco fics! And to tawnyfawn, my first ever reviewer, thank you so much! (I'll try to keep up with your expectations! And tips? I suck! Lol j/k. I'll try but I'm a novice myself.) NO author notes (at least I think so) in the middle of the chappie; I'll put an asterisk near any major things. And yes, "Muriel" is Chandler M. Bing's middle name. I luv Friends I'm so upset that it's ending! Well, know this was short, not guaranteeing anything coz I have schoolwork, but I have all next week to do later chappies!! No skool yay!!
Just a note: I hate when characters are OOC. I got my idea from a Hr/Dr fic which I also love, but it was so unrealistic. He kidnapped her then left her in a room, and she went and brushed her teeth. I mean, come on! She would be crying! I know I would! And she is extremely civil, considering her situation. Don't worry, I didn't copy-I just got the idea. I would NEVER copy that fic.
Ginny will NOT be gorgeous with her "hips swaying" or any of that shiznit. She will be an average teenage girl with hopes, dreams, insecurities, and all that jazz. She will not immediately fall deeply in love with Malfoy, like a lot of fics I've read, but it will happen gradually. Basically, see them at each other's throats for quite a few chappies.
And one other thing; NO sex at all. I think it's disgusting and degrading to both of them; they're bebehs, little 16 and 17-year-olds, and I'm a celibate anyway. There might be some minimal "snogging" in later chappies. And a bit of implication of sex; they're teens, what do you expect? And I might be using some British terms like "prat", "wanker", "git", "shag", and "snog", but I'm American so will be spelling "color" and "favorite" and "theater" the good ole Yankee way. Here's Coldplay:
So I look in your direction
And you pay me no attention do you?
I know you don't listen to me
'Cause you say you see straight through me
Don't you?
But on and on
From the moment I wake
To the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side
Just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line
Just to see if you care
Oh, did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
And I wanted to say
Don't you shiver
Don't you shiver
I'll sing it loud and clear
And I'll always be waiting for you
So you know how much I need you
But you never even see me do you?
And is this my final chance of getting you?
Did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
For you, I will always be waiting
And it's you that I see
But you don't see me
And it's you that I hear
So loud and so clear
I sing it loud and clear
And I'll always be waiting for you
So I look in your direction
And you pay me no attention
And you know how much I need you
And you never even see me
--Coldplay, Shiver
It was nearing the beginning of May, Ginny's favorite month. She often thought she was a pansy for loving the spring season as much as she did, but she grew up around her orchard around the Burrow.
Ginny stared at herself forlornly in the mirror. While she had filled out a bit (she was at the end of her fifth year), she was almost positive that her chest didn't stick out as much as the other girls she knew, despite how much she willed it so. She was pretty, but not something that would make a cute boy in the corridor stop and say "Whoa." In other words, she was average.
She was bored and in the mood for an energy-booster, such as a quarrel with her older brother. She could hear her brother's calls from all the way down the stairwell.
"VIRGINIA ISABEL WEASLEY! COME DOWN HERE THIS-"
Her brother's shrill (and rather girly, thought Ginny with a giggle) shrieks were deafened by the loud, raucous yells of the Gryffindors of Hogwarts. There was to be a large party in the Room of Requirement for all the students of Hogwarts, and it was rumored to be stocked with Firewhiskey. That was one of the reasons Ron had wanted to go so badly. Ginny, of course, was nowhere near stupid and didn't buy his story of supervising the rowdy teens because it was his "duty as prefect of Gryffindor."
Ginny could hear Ron racing desperately up the steps of the girls' staircase. In his haste, he didn't remember the certain thing that happened to the stairs when a boy tried to go up them.
"AHHHHHHH!" Ron yelled frantically as he slid down the now smooth incline. Ginny suppressed a chuckle as she slid down after her brother.
"So, what's up?" she said nonchalantly as she stood up, dusting herself off.
Ron jumped up off the floor. He was red in the face and ears. It was clear the famous Weasley temper was about to blow. "Wha-wha---" he sputtered, trying to gather himself together.
Ginny sighed theatrically. "Ron, if you're just going to spit in my face, I have better things to do. Time is money, you know," she stated, with the air of someone commenting on the weather.
"You-" Ron said, then stopped. "Ginny," he stated calmly, "what's this I hear of you going to the party today?"
Ginny just loved to infuriate her brother, and this was one of the many times. She couldn't let this opportunity pass up. "What party?" she asked innocently.
"Don't play dumb," said her brother shortly. "Just tell me if you planned on going."
"As a matter of fact . . ." Ginny trailed off. There was a brief silence. "Yes, I was."
Ron looked about ready to explode. "You," he hissed, "are not going to that party! There's going to be Firewhiskey and dancing and all the more," he ranted, looking almost fearful, "boys. Bad, dirty, perverse boys-"
"If I'm not mistaken," Ginny said with an almost annoying look of triumph on her face, "YOU are one of those perverse boys. I mean, just yesterday I heard you talking 'bout Hermione, or should I say 'Miss Granger'--"
"Shhhh!" yelled Ron, looking wildly about as if Hermione was about to pop out like a jack-in-the-box from under one of the many tables burdened with their far-flung scrolls and quills. "Keep quiet!" Ginny smiled. This was gonna be SO fun . . .
"Besides," said Ron, his ears growing redder by the minute, "this converation is about you, not me. You are going to dance around like some- some scarlet woman! I won't allow one of MY sisters-"
"I'm you're ONLY sister," said Ginny hotly. She continued, her eyes flashing. "And since when, Ronald MURIEL* Weasley-" Ron's eyes widened and he made a movement as if to step forward and try to shut her up, "-have you been the boss of me? And I know what you're thinking," she said as Ron looked as if he had the first bright idea in all his life, "You're gonna tell mom. Well, I know of a certain SOMETHING you said about a certain SOMEONE whose last name rhymes with "Ranger."
Ginny smiled, her grin stretching across her freckled face. "And who knows? Maybe I'll have a dance with Zabini. Rather nasty prat, but he IS quite cute . . ."
Ron let out something that sounded suspiciously like a squeal of fury as Ginny turned around and swept back up to her room to get ready for the oncoming party.
A/N: I'm a newbie, so I might suck, but I'll try my best-I just love Ginny and Draco fics! And to tawnyfawn, my first ever reviewer, thank you so much! (I'll try to keep up with your expectations! And tips? I suck! Lol j/k. I'll try but I'm a novice myself.) NO author notes (at least I think so) in the middle of the chappie; I'll put an asterisk near any major things. And yes, "Muriel" is Chandler M. Bing's middle name. I luv Friends I'm so upset that it's ending! Well, know this was short, not guaranteeing anything coz I have schoolwork, but I have all next week to do later chappies!! No skool yay!!
Just a note: I hate when characters are OOC. I got my idea from a Hr/Dr fic which I also love, but it was so unrealistic. He kidnapped her then left her in a room, and she went and brushed her teeth. I mean, come on! She would be crying! I know I would! And she is extremely civil, considering her situation. Don't worry, I didn't copy-I just got the idea. I would NEVER copy that fic.
Ginny will NOT be gorgeous with her "hips swaying" or any of that shiznit. She will be an average teenage girl with hopes, dreams, insecurities, and all that jazz. She will not immediately fall deeply in love with Malfoy, like a lot of fics I've read, but it will happen gradually. Basically, see them at each other's throats for quite a few chappies.
And one other thing; NO sex at all. I think it's disgusting and degrading to both of them; they're bebehs, little 16 and 17-year-olds, and I'm a celibate anyway. There might be some minimal "snogging" in later chappies. And a bit of implication of sex; they're teens, what do you expect? And I might be using some British terms like "prat", "wanker", "git", "shag", and "snog", but I'm American so will be spelling "color" and "favorite" and "theater" the good ole Yankee way. Here's Coldplay:
So I look in your direction
And you pay me no attention do you?
I know you don't listen to me
'Cause you say you see straight through me
Don't you?
But on and on
From the moment I wake
To the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side
Just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line
Just to see if you care
Oh, did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
And I wanted to say
Don't you shiver
Don't you shiver
I'll sing it loud and clear
And I'll always be waiting for you
So you know how much I need you
But you never even see me do you?
And is this my final chance of getting you?
Did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
For you, I will always be waiting
And it's you that I see
But you don't see me
And it's you that I hear
So loud and so clear
I sing it loud and clear
And I'll always be waiting for you
So I look in your direction
And you pay me no attention
And you know how much I need you
And you never even see me
--Coldplay, Shiver