A/N: I';ve attempted to write the story so that Ginny's character would be very boyish but I changed it because I've come to realize that I can never write Ginny if she was to think like a guy. I'm a girl myself and there's no way I can think like a straight man. A gay man is a completely different story...Anyways. (hahah...the irony is that I write in Draco's view too...) The whole thing with how Ginny doesn't HAVE a character in a sense appeals to me, because this way I'm allowed to freely develop her character without people getting pissed off at me and saying its completely OOC. Just a brief explanation of why I chose her character to be like she is here: She is a girl with 6 brothers, all older than her. So how is it possible that she is all that Mary-Sue? There's no way she can be so super innocent! No girl with 6 brothers especially some so prankster-ish can be that feminine and perfect! She was born into a healthy family (in a sense) with a loving mother, a caring father, fun-loving brothers (except maybe Percy) and they all generally seem to have high-morals. There's no way for her to be that witch (no pun intended...OK FINE! You're right. I intended it. I just don't want to swear!) that hates the world and wants to seduce every man! Plus, considering all the female company she's had, (her mom, Hermione, Luna Lovegood) theres no possible way that she can think females are SANE. The closest to sane in all her female friends is probably Luna, and yah... Anyways. On with the show! (ps: sorry i interrupt a lot... with my a/ns...its hard not to though, so please don't give up on with me)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! ANYTHING AT ALL! And if you want to sue me and think that I've stolen off someone else's fic. Go ahead. Like I said, I've never claimed any of it as my own. In case you're wondering though. This IS my own story...there maybe a few things that are similar to other peoples fics, but there aren't all that many choices out there right? I mean...there's just absolutely no way that I can not even have ONE scene where Draco Malfoy is shirtless wearing green silk jammy bottoms.
Chapter One
Should I tell him in his face? Or should I write him a letter? How I can I get him isolated enough so that I can tell him how I feel? Can a letter show him my true feelings? ARGH! I HATE THIS! I HATE BEING A GIRL THAT IS SO FREAKIN' IN-CRUSH WITH THE BOY WHO LIVED! I HATE BEING GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY!! I wish I'm Ron. Then all my problems would be solved! Then again...maybe not. Maybe I would have to fight Hermione for Harry...
...I mean Harry for Hermione! --" But that stupid git of a brother that I have already got the girl! BOO FOR HIM! He won't tell me how he confessed! He probably didn't anyways...it's always Mione doing the first moves.
Screw this all. I'll just send him a letter and tell him. I've waited long enough with all this Voldemort crap! Now that he has risen again, I don't even know how long I have 'til I die, or more like 'til Harry dies. Then again...he IS the BOY WHO LIVED.
Finally Ginny Weasley decided against telling him through the letter, since she really wouldn't want to miss out the stupid-yet-oh-so-cute expression on Harry's face when she tells him, regardless of his response.
Hey Parry's Hotter!
Meet me up by the lakeside after quidditch before dinner ok? I've got something important to tell you! Anyways, see you at practice! Ciao!
Love,
Gins
Folding the small piece of parchment up, Ginny ran into Harry's room to find him there.
"Whoa! What are you doing in my room young lady?" Harry jokingly sent her a suspicious look.
"...I've got a letter to give you..." thrusting the letter right into Harry's hands she ran back to her dorm. He looked at her stupidly and his face with those almond shaped Lily Potter style green eyes and Daniel Radcliffe style bum chin presented his renowned wide-eyed, shocked expression.
"Remember quidditch practice in 5!!!!!" lost in confusion, Harry took the letter and slipped it into his quidditch robes, and ran out to the patch. Harry didn't want to be late, and definitely didn't want to get beat up by Ron. It was the year's first practice and he knew it had to go well.
Just to clear things out, Harry has become Head Boy much to the author's dismay. Luckily, Ron took the spot as quidditch team captain (A/N – Quiet u all! Its not becus harry GAVE him the spot...hes just a better captain ok?! Ahahhah XD sorry for the spazzing). As for Hermione...head girl, president of SPEW, current girlfriend of the current Gryffindor quidditch team captain. Anyways...since the story IS about Ginny, about her life...she is the 6th year prefect, topping most of her classes, and she is one of the main chasers on the Gryffindor team. She played seeker before but found working with the team more fun, and while she had the talents and strength to be a beater, her extremely protective brother just wouldn't let her take the position. "Bludgers would smash you until you're nothing but a pot of mum's famous creamy mashed potatoes." He said.
(a/n – im stuck between formal and informal, talking to the readers and not talking to the readers, I want this to be funny but I cant think of anything funny...you might have to bare with the sappiness and OOC-ness...then again ill try to not let that happen...)
As soon as all the Slytherins got off the patch, Ron yelled out to his fellow teammates, "Come on everyone! Mount your brooms and I want 6 laps around the field!. He took his job seriously since being the captain one of the reasons for his pride. His other reasons would be, being Hermione's boyfriend, being Harry's best friend, and most of all, being a redheaded, freckle-faced, Weasley (as much as it doesn't seem like it).
While coming out of the change rooms, with his quidditch robes off and only a pair of shorts on (a/n – whoohoo! Like every other fanfic hes SHIRTLESS!!!! :D), Draco Malfoy allowed his fanclub to follow behind him as he started back towards the castle. Allowing his oh-so-perfectly-messed-up- because-I-just-got-off-the-broom platinum blonde hair glisten in the sun, he gave his world famous well-established –since 1988– smirk causing his fans to swoon and sigh. Out of no where, a letter fell on his perfect head and "OH MY MERLIN! DRACOOOOO!!! ARE U OK?!!!!!" all the girls rushed towards him sending him towards the ground.
"GET OFF ME!" his low sexy voice bellowed alarming all the squeaky girls as they scrambled off him.
He quickly picked up the letter and went back to his room as fast as possible to rid himself of the mob of psycho maniacs without losing class and grace.
Freshly out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he sat on his bed that had green silky sheets, in his (or at least what he thought to be) most sexy position, he looked at the letter.
"To Harry", Oh, so it's for scarface. Might as well read it then! Malfoy flicked the letter open with one hand easily and sexily. (A/N – does that make sense? ...Anyways...the point is. Malfoy is always sexy no matter what he does or so he thinks...)
Malfoy read the letter and bursted into laughter. Controlled laughter of course, the type where the person decides that even though they joke is very funny he or she must still hold in their laughter and compress it all into one small packet and let it out through his or her nose so he or she don't seem so boisterous. Often, people would just call that a snort, but a SNORT is different from those packets of laughter as snorts can be made even if the person is not at all trying to hold back and just naturally...snorts.
"So the Weaslette finally gave in and decided to tell Potty, oh my, I'd pay to see the stupid expression on Parrot's face!" (a/n – sorry for the interruption AGAIN...its just that malfoy has so many pet names for harry...neone else here feelin da tension? No worry...this aint slash.)
At this rate, she'll never get that dimwit; maybe I can help her, and at the same time help myself. I'm so great, always helping this sad world with the goodness of my heart.
"Oh my BLOODY MERLIN! How can I lose the letter Ginny gave me?!" Harry searched frantically through his robes for the 16th time in the Gryffindor quidditch change room. Everyone had left already leaving Harry running around like mad in the deserted change room in nothing but the water he haven't dried off from his shower, his sweat from panic and a pair fresh smiley face boxers. (a/n – im jealous...I want smiley face boxers!)
Ginny sat of her bed, refreshed as she had just stepped out of the shower after a considerably demanding practice designed by her brother. (a/n – hahahah! NOTHER interruption....u can kill me later...XD just wanted to point out how oh-so-lame I m...everyone is just outta the shower!) Plopped onto her bed with an extra large with a Brother Bear (Disney) design on it and pair of muggle basketball shorts, she wondered if Harry had read the letter yet. Oh my merlin...I'm so nervous I can eat a cow! Wait...isn't that usually associated with hunger? Whatever. Cows. Go. Moo. Maybe I should change...I shouldn't look so crappy when I confess to him...hm...green tank...blue jeans...good enough! --"
This is Ginny's 6th year in Hogwarts, The Dark Lord once again has risen and everything seems to be fine yet not. Everything's changed yet nothing has. She couldn't quite put a finger on what exactly she was feeling; maybe it's just the hormones kicking in.
Speaking of hormones, Ginny has transformed from the little girl with too much red hair on her head to a petite woman with too much red hair on her head. She grew a few inches, even though she's still only hitting the 5'4" mark, but her body has developed into a not overly curvaceous but definitely womanly figure. Although she's still small and petite, her agility and strength should never be underestimated.
Not only has her body changed, her face has matured, her brown eyes are not round and innocent but was a perfect almond shape, still considerably large, it seemed to rid her of her childish look. Her pale and dried lips filled out, to be soft, moist and always pink. (a/n NO she didn't have plastic surgery! Jeez...people's faces DO change...trust me, I've seen a lot of cases like that!) Ginny's face was still sprinkled with freckles but instead of being ghostly white now, hours in the sun practicing quidditch and playing basketball with her brothers left her skin glow healthily gold.
However, completely oblivious to the fact that she HAS in fact transformed from a little girl into a woman, she's still as much her rare few girlfriends would put it as "overly friendly" with the boys and is constantly surrounded by them. This leaves her with the reputation as the Gryffindor tramp but she knows what she is and her male friends do not mind. Not because they all wanted her that way, she was just a much friendlier to men, the theory of "women are insane" cuts deep into her seeing the way her mother and Hermione acts. (a/n – its actually more because the author thinks all women are insane...XD ahahha DON'T GET MAD!!!! Jeez! Girls! I said you're all insane, I didn't say you aren't all perfectly lovable just the way you are! Besides...im a girl too.)
Inside her though, she felt that she had changed. Growing up with all the boys always allowed her to be sarcastic, rude (which can be considered funny most of time), smart, and most of all, blunt and direct. Ever since she was young she knew that you can hurt a boy's feeling, they'd always forgive you right away. Girls however, took more time to care for before they accepted apologies. (a/n – hey girls. Don't be shooting me with those dagger. Honestly ask yourself, do you think GUYS r easier to deal with or GIRLS?...fine...its just me. I don't understand women. I don't think I ever will.) She's different now though, there are times when she actually enjoyed the company of girls. Sometimes she even wanted to dress up. The biggest change has to be the fact that she actually looks at guys in a way that she never had before, she actually checks them out and thinks some are cute or hot! Doesn't matter though, Harry is still the top on her list.
I wonder if Harry read the letter yet...ARGH! SCREW HIMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO NERVOUS!
Hopping all over her room she sang on the top of her lungs "THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKIN' AND THAT'S JUST WHAT I'LL DO! ONE OF THESE DAYS THESE BOOTS ARE GONNA WALK ALL OVER YOU!"
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!! ALL LETTUCE SHOULD WEAR KNEE-HIGH BOOTS AND STRAPPY SANDALS!! HONGER CONVERSE WEARING CABBAGE SHOULD HAVE THEIR HEAD CHOPPED OFF BY GUILLOTINES!!"
"Gins...are you ok?" Dean Thomas poked his head and looked at the seemingly possessed little redhead bouncy on her bed.
Dean Thomas was one out of two of Ginny's exes. They broke up due to the fact they both knew that she was still not over Harry Potter. (a/n – WHATS WRONG WITH THIS GIRL?!) They broke up on good terms and are now very tight friends.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-UP!" Ginny yelped as she hopped off the bed and ran to Dean Thomas, giving him a peck on the cheek (something she never does to any guys when Ron's around) and a tight hug. "I'm going to tell Harry! Wish me luck!! BYE!!" The hyper redhead jumped out of her room and ran out of the Gryffindor Tower towards the lakeside leaving Dean Thomas with a slight smile and a lot of confusion on his cute face.
(a/n – is Dean Thomas even suppose to be cute?)
By the lakeside, stood a tall, lean and muscular figure, his hair was swaying in the wind, glistening in the son. At the site of this, Ginny didn't know whether to laugh, to swoon or to slap him. The boy standing there was not Harry Potter, but the resident bad boy Draco Malfoy.
"Hey. What's up ferret? What in the world are you here?" she said as she approached him. Although Malfoys and Weasleys had been mortal enemies since God knows when, she never found him that bothersome. In fact, she had always seen him as a type of comic relief in this constantly-chaotic- with-people-just-nearly-escaping-death school. She did have a few encounters with him where things didn't turn out so pretty...such as that time with the bat-bogey hex, then again, she was just trying to defend for her Harry.
"I've been waiting for you carrothead," Draco Malfoy didn't even bother turning his head.
"ME? How would you know I'm coming?" Ginny was surprised at his response.
"Uh...because of this note?" Malfoy smirked slightly making Ginny feel puzzled and stupid all at the same time.
"It's not meant for you!"
"I know, its for the-Boy-Who-is-Stupid-Enough-to-Drop-a-Note-During- Quidditch-Practice."
"What? Why did you pick it up?"
"Most things related to Potter is usually quite amusing. A girl confessing to him is DEFINITELY amusing...I can't miss that stupid expression of his!"
"AhAhaha! Honestly I want to see it too...but you're not going to see it if he doesn't know I'm here!"
"Yes. But you're not going to tell him in your state now are you?" He looked at her up and down as if he was judging her for a beauty pagent.
"What state am I in exactly?" I feel solid enough...maybe I appear to be a liquid...or am I vaporizing? I'm turning from a solid into a gas!! I'm going through sublimation! WHEE! I FEEL LIGHT!! I'm an airhead!! I'm Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera! Or not. Anyways what does he mean?
"Look in the lake...see that reflection? You don't even look like a girl! Potty obviously likes very feminine girls...think Cho."
"I'm not going to change myself to get his affection! I want him to like ME not some fakester!" What?! Draco Playboy thinks I'm not good enough for Harry?! What has this world come to?! I'm not that bad anyways! I'm obviously a girl...long hair...girly face...my bod's not that bad!
"I'm not saying you're not good enough for him, since you guys are in the same league...cheap and Gryffindor," Malfoy cringed as he said Gryffindor, "however, you'd just need to polish yourself a bit to make him notice you. You definitely need help for that, and I, the Great Draco Malfoy, can help you on that one."
"And how may you help? Oh Great One," Ginny rolled her big brown eyes at his arrogance and then raised her eyebrows at him.
"Well here's the deal, I'll help you polish you until you turn into a real lady, and you can take me around the muggle world."
"WHAT?! You want to go around the MUGGLE WORLD?!" THIS ISN'T DRACO MALFOY! I thought he hated muggles!
"Yes. Don't ask questions. Do you take the deal or not?"
Hm...nothing to lose. At least I have someone to bug about going to clubs with me now! "Deal!"
And that was the beginning of a very beautiful...friendship? Relationship? Story? Whatever.
A/n: my pov might keep changing...I'm still trying to find one I like...and also...FINALLY! The story has finally started. How's this for now? I know it seems a lot like the other fanfics...but I promise...this one will be different! This turtle is greener than the rest! FINE! Not THAT MUCH DIFFERENT! but not exactly the same either...just gimme a chance! pls
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! ANYTHING AT ALL! And if you want to sue me and think that I've stolen off someone else's fic. Go ahead. Like I said, I've never claimed any of it as my own. In case you're wondering though. This IS my own story...there maybe a few things that are similar to other peoples fics, but there aren't all that many choices out there right? I mean...there's just absolutely no way that I can not even have ONE scene where Draco Malfoy is shirtless wearing green silk jammy bottoms.
Chapter One
Should I tell him in his face? Or should I write him a letter? How I can I get him isolated enough so that I can tell him how I feel? Can a letter show him my true feelings? ARGH! I HATE THIS! I HATE BEING A GIRL THAT IS SO FREAKIN' IN-CRUSH WITH THE BOY WHO LIVED! I HATE BEING GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY!! I wish I'm Ron. Then all my problems would be solved! Then again...maybe not. Maybe I would have to fight Hermione for Harry...
...I mean Harry for Hermione! --" But that stupid git of a brother that I have already got the girl! BOO FOR HIM! He won't tell me how he confessed! He probably didn't anyways...it's always Mione doing the first moves.
Screw this all. I'll just send him a letter and tell him. I've waited long enough with all this Voldemort crap! Now that he has risen again, I don't even know how long I have 'til I die, or more like 'til Harry dies. Then again...he IS the BOY WHO LIVED.
Finally Ginny Weasley decided against telling him through the letter, since she really wouldn't want to miss out the stupid-yet-oh-so-cute expression on Harry's face when she tells him, regardless of his response.
Hey Parry's Hotter!
Meet me up by the lakeside after quidditch before dinner ok? I've got something important to tell you! Anyways, see you at practice! Ciao!
Love,
Gins
Folding the small piece of parchment up, Ginny ran into Harry's room to find him there.
"Whoa! What are you doing in my room young lady?" Harry jokingly sent her a suspicious look.
"...I've got a letter to give you..." thrusting the letter right into Harry's hands she ran back to her dorm. He looked at her stupidly and his face with those almond shaped Lily Potter style green eyes and Daniel Radcliffe style bum chin presented his renowned wide-eyed, shocked expression.
"Remember quidditch practice in 5!!!!!" lost in confusion, Harry took the letter and slipped it into his quidditch robes, and ran out to the patch. Harry didn't want to be late, and definitely didn't want to get beat up by Ron. It was the year's first practice and he knew it had to go well.
Just to clear things out, Harry has become Head Boy much to the author's dismay. Luckily, Ron took the spot as quidditch team captain (A/N – Quiet u all! Its not becus harry GAVE him the spot...hes just a better captain ok?! Ahahhah XD sorry for the spazzing). As for Hermione...head girl, president of SPEW, current girlfriend of the current Gryffindor quidditch team captain. Anyways...since the story IS about Ginny, about her life...she is the 6th year prefect, topping most of her classes, and she is one of the main chasers on the Gryffindor team. She played seeker before but found working with the team more fun, and while she had the talents and strength to be a beater, her extremely protective brother just wouldn't let her take the position. "Bludgers would smash you until you're nothing but a pot of mum's famous creamy mashed potatoes." He said.
(a/n – im stuck between formal and informal, talking to the readers and not talking to the readers, I want this to be funny but I cant think of anything funny...you might have to bare with the sappiness and OOC-ness...then again ill try to not let that happen...)
As soon as all the Slytherins got off the patch, Ron yelled out to his fellow teammates, "Come on everyone! Mount your brooms and I want 6 laps around the field!. He took his job seriously since being the captain one of the reasons for his pride. His other reasons would be, being Hermione's boyfriend, being Harry's best friend, and most of all, being a redheaded, freckle-faced, Weasley (as much as it doesn't seem like it).
While coming out of the change rooms, with his quidditch robes off and only a pair of shorts on (a/n – whoohoo! Like every other fanfic hes SHIRTLESS!!!! :D), Draco Malfoy allowed his fanclub to follow behind him as he started back towards the castle. Allowing his oh-so-perfectly-messed-up- because-I-just-got-off-the-broom platinum blonde hair glisten in the sun, he gave his world famous well-established –since 1988– smirk causing his fans to swoon and sigh. Out of no where, a letter fell on his perfect head and "OH MY MERLIN! DRACOOOOO!!! ARE U OK?!!!!!" all the girls rushed towards him sending him towards the ground.
"GET OFF ME!" his low sexy voice bellowed alarming all the squeaky girls as they scrambled off him.
He quickly picked up the letter and went back to his room as fast as possible to rid himself of the mob of psycho maniacs without losing class and grace.
Freshly out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he sat on his bed that had green silky sheets, in his (or at least what he thought to be) most sexy position, he looked at the letter.
"To Harry", Oh, so it's for scarface. Might as well read it then! Malfoy flicked the letter open with one hand easily and sexily. (A/N – does that make sense? ...Anyways...the point is. Malfoy is always sexy no matter what he does or so he thinks...)
Malfoy read the letter and bursted into laughter. Controlled laughter of course, the type where the person decides that even though they joke is very funny he or she must still hold in their laughter and compress it all into one small packet and let it out through his or her nose so he or she don't seem so boisterous. Often, people would just call that a snort, but a SNORT is different from those packets of laughter as snorts can be made even if the person is not at all trying to hold back and just naturally...snorts.
"So the Weaslette finally gave in and decided to tell Potty, oh my, I'd pay to see the stupid expression on Parrot's face!" (a/n – sorry for the interruption AGAIN...its just that malfoy has so many pet names for harry...neone else here feelin da tension? No worry...this aint slash.)
At this rate, she'll never get that dimwit; maybe I can help her, and at the same time help myself. I'm so great, always helping this sad world with the goodness of my heart.
"Oh my BLOODY MERLIN! How can I lose the letter Ginny gave me?!" Harry searched frantically through his robes for the 16th time in the Gryffindor quidditch change room. Everyone had left already leaving Harry running around like mad in the deserted change room in nothing but the water he haven't dried off from his shower, his sweat from panic and a pair fresh smiley face boxers. (a/n – im jealous...I want smiley face boxers!)
Ginny sat of her bed, refreshed as she had just stepped out of the shower after a considerably demanding practice designed by her brother. (a/n – hahahah! NOTHER interruption....u can kill me later...XD just wanted to point out how oh-so-lame I m...everyone is just outta the shower!) Plopped onto her bed with an extra large with a Brother Bear (Disney) design on it and pair of muggle basketball shorts, she wondered if Harry had read the letter yet. Oh my merlin...I'm so nervous I can eat a cow! Wait...isn't that usually associated with hunger? Whatever. Cows. Go. Moo. Maybe I should change...I shouldn't look so crappy when I confess to him...hm...green tank...blue jeans...good enough! --"
This is Ginny's 6th year in Hogwarts, The Dark Lord once again has risen and everything seems to be fine yet not. Everything's changed yet nothing has. She couldn't quite put a finger on what exactly she was feeling; maybe it's just the hormones kicking in.
Speaking of hormones, Ginny has transformed from the little girl with too much red hair on her head to a petite woman with too much red hair on her head. She grew a few inches, even though she's still only hitting the 5'4" mark, but her body has developed into a not overly curvaceous but definitely womanly figure. Although she's still small and petite, her agility and strength should never be underestimated.
Not only has her body changed, her face has matured, her brown eyes are not round and innocent but was a perfect almond shape, still considerably large, it seemed to rid her of her childish look. Her pale and dried lips filled out, to be soft, moist and always pink. (a/n NO she didn't have plastic surgery! Jeez...people's faces DO change...trust me, I've seen a lot of cases like that!) Ginny's face was still sprinkled with freckles but instead of being ghostly white now, hours in the sun practicing quidditch and playing basketball with her brothers left her skin glow healthily gold.
However, completely oblivious to the fact that she HAS in fact transformed from a little girl into a woman, she's still as much her rare few girlfriends would put it as "overly friendly" with the boys and is constantly surrounded by them. This leaves her with the reputation as the Gryffindor tramp but she knows what she is and her male friends do not mind. Not because they all wanted her that way, she was just a much friendlier to men, the theory of "women are insane" cuts deep into her seeing the way her mother and Hermione acts. (a/n – its actually more because the author thinks all women are insane...XD ahahha DON'T GET MAD!!!! Jeez! Girls! I said you're all insane, I didn't say you aren't all perfectly lovable just the way you are! Besides...im a girl too.)
Inside her though, she felt that she had changed. Growing up with all the boys always allowed her to be sarcastic, rude (which can be considered funny most of time), smart, and most of all, blunt and direct. Ever since she was young she knew that you can hurt a boy's feeling, they'd always forgive you right away. Girls however, took more time to care for before they accepted apologies. (a/n – hey girls. Don't be shooting me with those dagger. Honestly ask yourself, do you think GUYS r easier to deal with or GIRLS?...fine...its just me. I don't understand women. I don't think I ever will.) She's different now though, there are times when she actually enjoyed the company of girls. Sometimes she even wanted to dress up. The biggest change has to be the fact that she actually looks at guys in a way that she never had before, she actually checks them out and thinks some are cute or hot! Doesn't matter though, Harry is still the top on her list.
I wonder if Harry read the letter yet...ARGH! SCREW HIMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO NERVOUS!
Hopping all over her room she sang on the top of her lungs "THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKIN' AND THAT'S JUST WHAT I'LL DO! ONE OF THESE DAYS THESE BOOTS ARE GONNA WALK ALL OVER YOU!"
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!! ALL LETTUCE SHOULD WEAR KNEE-HIGH BOOTS AND STRAPPY SANDALS!! HONGER CONVERSE WEARING CABBAGE SHOULD HAVE THEIR HEAD CHOPPED OFF BY GUILLOTINES!!"
"Gins...are you ok?" Dean Thomas poked his head and looked at the seemingly possessed little redhead bouncy on her bed.
Dean Thomas was one out of two of Ginny's exes. They broke up due to the fact they both knew that she was still not over Harry Potter. (a/n – WHATS WRONG WITH THIS GIRL?!) They broke up on good terms and are now very tight friends.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-UP!" Ginny yelped as she hopped off the bed and ran to Dean Thomas, giving him a peck on the cheek (something she never does to any guys when Ron's around) and a tight hug. "I'm going to tell Harry! Wish me luck!! BYE!!" The hyper redhead jumped out of her room and ran out of the Gryffindor Tower towards the lakeside leaving Dean Thomas with a slight smile and a lot of confusion on his cute face.
(a/n – is Dean Thomas even suppose to be cute?)
By the lakeside, stood a tall, lean and muscular figure, his hair was swaying in the wind, glistening in the son. At the site of this, Ginny didn't know whether to laugh, to swoon or to slap him. The boy standing there was not Harry Potter, but the resident bad boy Draco Malfoy.
"Hey. What's up ferret? What in the world are you here?" she said as she approached him. Although Malfoys and Weasleys had been mortal enemies since God knows when, she never found him that bothersome. In fact, she had always seen him as a type of comic relief in this constantly-chaotic- with-people-just-nearly-escaping-death school. She did have a few encounters with him where things didn't turn out so pretty...such as that time with the bat-bogey hex, then again, she was just trying to defend for her Harry.
"I've been waiting for you carrothead," Draco Malfoy didn't even bother turning his head.
"ME? How would you know I'm coming?" Ginny was surprised at his response.
"Uh...because of this note?" Malfoy smirked slightly making Ginny feel puzzled and stupid all at the same time.
"It's not meant for you!"
"I know, its for the-Boy-Who-is-Stupid-Enough-to-Drop-a-Note-During- Quidditch-Practice."
"What? Why did you pick it up?"
"Most things related to Potter is usually quite amusing. A girl confessing to him is DEFINITELY amusing...I can't miss that stupid expression of his!"
"AhAhaha! Honestly I want to see it too...but you're not going to see it if he doesn't know I'm here!"
"Yes. But you're not going to tell him in your state now are you?" He looked at her up and down as if he was judging her for a beauty pagent.
"What state am I in exactly?" I feel solid enough...maybe I appear to be a liquid...or am I vaporizing? I'm turning from a solid into a gas!! I'm going through sublimation! WHEE! I FEEL LIGHT!! I'm an airhead!! I'm Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera! Or not. Anyways what does he mean?
"Look in the lake...see that reflection? You don't even look like a girl! Potty obviously likes very feminine girls...think Cho."
"I'm not going to change myself to get his affection! I want him to like ME not some fakester!" What?! Draco Playboy thinks I'm not good enough for Harry?! What has this world come to?! I'm not that bad anyways! I'm obviously a girl...long hair...girly face...my bod's not that bad!
"I'm not saying you're not good enough for him, since you guys are in the same league...cheap and Gryffindor," Malfoy cringed as he said Gryffindor, "however, you'd just need to polish yourself a bit to make him notice you. You definitely need help for that, and I, the Great Draco Malfoy, can help you on that one."
"And how may you help? Oh Great One," Ginny rolled her big brown eyes at his arrogance and then raised her eyebrows at him.
"Well here's the deal, I'll help you polish you until you turn into a real lady, and you can take me around the muggle world."
"WHAT?! You want to go around the MUGGLE WORLD?!" THIS ISN'T DRACO MALFOY! I thought he hated muggles!
"Yes. Don't ask questions. Do you take the deal or not?"
Hm...nothing to lose. At least I have someone to bug about going to clubs with me now! "Deal!"
And that was the beginning of a very beautiful...friendship? Relationship? Story? Whatever.
A/n: my pov might keep changing...I'm still trying to find one I like...and also...FINALLY! The story has finally started. How's this for now? I know it seems a lot like the other fanfics...but I promise...this one will be different! This turtle is greener than the rest! FINE! Not THAT MUCH DIFFERENT! but not exactly the same either...just gimme a chance! pls