Summery: When things fall apart in Ginny Weasley's life, she's swept into a world filled with lust, sex, drugs, alcohol, and rock'n'roll. Will she survive the sunglasses days and cutthroat nights?
Disclaimer: I don't think we own it, do you, Napolean? (Napolean: Um, no… we didn't last time I checked.)
A/N: :makes trumpet sound: The much anticipated and highly sought after authors Napolean and peter-pan-equals-luv have (at long last) written a story together for the masses (meaning you guys reading this). I am peter-pan-equals-luv and I didn't write this chapter, my good friend Napolean did. You would make her day if you reviewed! Should warn you: little bit slashy.
WARNING! AUTHORS ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY HEART ATTACK INDUCED BY THE READING OF THIS STORY!
And since HBP was unfair to our beloved Draco, this ain't HBP compliant. So there!
Kiss Me, Kill Me
Chapter One
Ginevra Weasley sat cross-legged on a bench opposite of Harry Potter in one of the compartments nearer to the back of the Hogwart's Express. An awkward silence had settled over the two in the recent moments. Both refused to meet the other's eyes.
"Really?" Ginny was the first to break the silence, and wouldn't have been, had she not been utterly blown away by curiosity. The mere idea that the man that she'd been completely obsessed with for the last six years was actually gay threw her off.
Harry nodded, blushing a crimson that could rival her hair. "Yea…" The silence returned, rendering them both speechless. "Are you mad?" He finally got up the nerve to ask.
She grinned, "No, but I do feel like a fool." Suddenly, she burst into hysteric laughter, "Oh my holy wow!" She shouted, "I've wasted six years of devotion on a gay guy!"
"I'm sorry, Ginny… really, I am." He said with a sigh, "I only pretended to like Cho to keep everyone from thinking that I was gay before I wanted them to know. If I were really into girls, you'd have been the first one that I would have noticed."
She bit her lip to keep from crying. It was a pretty sad fact, in all honesty. The boy that she'd been chasing for six years actually happened to be gay.
He moved closer to her and stroked her arm in a comforting way, that really didn't prove to be comforting. "I'm serious, though. I've known that I'm gay since my second year at Hogwart's… but in all honesty, I've found you attractive even since then. It's just not the same, though. You are my best friend's little sister, and I am gay. We could never be. Sorry, Gin."
At this, Ginny was furious. What a jerk! How dare he lead me on like this? "You know what, Harry?" He cocked a brow, to tell her he was listening. "I don't really care." His jaw dropped, sending the little devil on her left shoulder into convulsive laughter, jeering her to continue. She gave into the devil. "Now that I know why you were rejecting me, there is no challenge. Even if you weren't gay, I wouldn't be interested now." She said, lying through her teeth. She still liked him, but it hurt to. Standing up, she dusted off her robes and smirked at him. "Goodbye, Harry."
He simply nodded in her direction, still stunned at what she'd said.
She'd meant the goodbye with every fiber of her being. This was the last time she ever hoped to sit down and actually talk with Harry Potter.
As much as it made her insides churn, Ginny Weasley was through with Harry Potter. Maybe not over him, but through indeed.
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Minerva sat upright in bed, beads of sweat gathered on her brows. She bit her thin bottom lip and looked over at the muggle clock she'd bought at her last outing in the Muggle World. It read: 5:34, and she sighed. 'An hour and a half 'till the students arrive… plenty of time for a nice long bath.' She thought to herself, climbing out of bed.
It was the third time that month that she'd been plagued with the same nightmare, concerning a few bits of her past that she'd long since wanted to forget. A trickle of sweat made it's way down her spine, catching her off-guard.
She rubbed at it awkwardly, trying to wipe it away, along with the odd sensations that accompanied it. The same sensation that he used to invoke in her. A feeling that she wasn't happy to even think of or feel again.
He was her dirty little secret.
The one thing that she didn't tell Dumbledore about, upon her arrival at Hogwart's as a teacher and all the years that she'd been working there.
A mark on her past that she would give anything to just forget about.
Making her way over to the large, ancient, wooden door that lead into her own personal bathroom, Minerva let out another sigh, somewhat hoping that it would release all the pent up toxins in her system.
Once she got to the door, she pulled it open and stalked into the bathroom, glaring at the mirror as she went. She despised her reflection, and had ever since she found out about what he really was. To everyone, she just looked like a stiff old woman who'd wasted her life teaching to students who really didn't want to know. Surely, they all knew her pursed lips as her trade-mark feature, but she'd never done so before him. It's a shame how much one person can screw up an entire life-time.
Some nights, she wished that she could just lay down in her bed and let Death creep over her, enveloping her into it's perfect solace-embedded embrace, but to no avail. It always seemed that right before Death would take it's final claim on her body and soul, something chases it away.
A terrible curse for a terrible witch. As he used to call it. Said that he'd never let anyone take her away from him, the one promise that he could, and was, actually keeping.
Settling herself into the permanently warm tub, she whispered out into the atmosphere, "You only have power over me until I forget you… Tom."
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Blaise Zambini lie, sprawled out across one of the benches in the compartment on the Hogwart's Express that he'd previously been sharing with Pansy Parkinson, the resident slut of Slytherin. He was exhausted from their activities. You can imagine what had taken place between the two.
A rye smile was placed across his face, as the door to the compartment slid open, "Come back for more?" He asked, eyes closed, thinking that it was Pansy.
He was answered by a simple feminine huff. One that sounded nothing like a horny Pansy.
Blaise cocked his brow, squinting his left eye open to see who had intruded on his space and clearly did not intend to do him any services. What he saw startled him into the upright position and a coughing fit as well. "Shite!" He cursed, calming down from his attack.
Luna Lovegood sat opposite him, staring into his hazel eyes. She wasn't really looking at him, but that's where her eyes were fixed. By the look in those large pale orbs, anyone could tell that her mind was wandering. At his curse, she gave him a contemplating look, but only for a few moments, before returning to the world inside her mind.
His dark eyebrows knitted together, though they weren't to be seen from under his black hair. Looking her over, he took in her light features. She was pale, but not quite as ghostly as himself… had long, mid-back-length-ed, blond hair, a sandy blond, not too light and not too dark… but those eyes. Those brilliantly pale eyes… he felt as if he could drown in them, for some strange reason. It was a new feeling to him, one he didn't quite like. "What do you want, Looney?" He asked, trying to sound as nasty and menacing as he possibly could.
Her attention turned to him, causing her to pierce him with her eyes. "Did I ask you for something?"
He shook her head.
"Then what makes you think I'd want anything?" She asked, a purely innocent curious expression on her face.
Blaise shrugged, "Why'd you come in here, anyway?" He questioned, sitting back in his seat, trying to get back to the comfortable position he'd held only seconds before she'd shown up.
Her eyebrows furrowed, "Whatever do you mean?" Luna retorted, eyeing him as if he was crazy.
He let out a sigh of impatience. "Do you always answer questions with other questions?"
She gave him a blank look, "Do you?"
Putting a stern, serious, face on, he said, "No."
"Good, coz that would get annoying…" She said with a grin. Raising a hand to her face, she pushed her blondish fringe out of her eyes and behind her ear, so that she could get a better look at the boy sitting next to her.
He wasn't exactly her 'type', but then again, she really didn't have one. Was usually caught off somewhere reading her father's magazine, boys weren't the first thing on her mind. She only knew that if she did have a type, he wouldn't be classified as one to fit it. And yet, she was enjoying his company, oddly enough, even though he was probably getting quite frustrated with her.
Blaise let out a bit of laughter, "Tell me about it, doll." He said, grinning like mad. This Luna girl was starting to get to him, which was extremely weird, coz if anyone else had sat there and toyed with him, as she had, he would have definitely killed them by then.
For the next hour or so, they sat together. Sometimes they'd talk. Sometimes they wouldn't. The silences were pleasant, rather than awkward, and they didn't talk to each other like a Slytherin and Ravenclaw normally would.
When the train finally came to a screeching halt, literally screeching, Blaise had the audacity to clap her on the back, laughing something along the lines of: "How could such an old quack create something as absolutely delightful and beautiful as yourself?"
To that, Luna did not respond kindly. He'd managed to insult her father and create sexual innuendo between them all in the same sentence!
She pulled back her left hand and slapped him across the face, "Don't you dare insult my father!" She yelled, slapping him again. "And that was entirely inappropriate!"
Grabbing her things, including her trunk and backpack, she stormed out of the compartment, only turning back to shout at the stunned Zambini, "Goodbye Mr. Zambini. I did not have a good time. And I can wait until next time!"
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Ron kicked off his shoes and began to tug down his pants, trying not to break the connection between his and Harry's lips. They'd been snogging every since Ginny had stormed out on Harry and Ron had come to see what had happened, almost an hour, and were finally getting to the 'good part'.
"Oh Harry…" He sighed, as the black-haired boy's hands roamed up and down his back, clutching his arse every once in a while. Whenever he did, Ron would buck his hips, making them collide with Harry's in just the right place to make him moan.
Harry grinned, grazing his teeth against Ron's neck, as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the freckled pale body that he could never quite get enough of.
A groan escaped from deep inside his throat, as he surveyed Ron as if he were a nice piece of meat that he was fully intent to eat. "You never cease to amaze me, Ron…" He whispered, pulling his own shirt above his head.
"Ahem!" Someone coughed from the direction of the sliding door of the compartment. The boys whirled about to face none-other than their other best friend, Hermione Granger.
She gave them both looks that shouted, 'I'm-annoyed-so-let-me-vent!' "You two would not believe what that evil git, Malfoy's done now!" She said in a tense voice, moving Ron's shirt out of the way so that she could sit down on a bench.
Of course Hermione knew about Ron and Harry's gayness! She'd known them just as long as they had known each other! Though, she wasn't quite sure when things sparked between her two best friends, she did know by her third year that they were sexually active. By her fourth that they were sexually active with each other.
Ron let out a sigh, picking his baby blue tee-shirt up off the ground and replacing it on his body. Sending an apologetic glance towards his lover, he answered Hermione, "I'm sure I'd have an easier time believing it if you told me what he'd done."
Harry shook his head, tugging back on his grey shirt that clashed wonderfully with his green eyes. With a huff, he settled onto the bench opposite Hermione and propped his legs up next to her, as if commanding that Ron sit next to him or not sit in the compartment at all.
It was a well-known fact that Harry was jealous of Hermione when it came to Ron's time and affection. He always had been. I could not express in words how much he wished he could just cast Avada Cadevra on the wench when she'd gone to Ball with Viktor Krum and Ron had been envious.
A sad fact, but a fact all the same.
Sure, he knew that Ron wasn't interested in Hermione in the same ways that he was interested in him, but sometimes he wished that the girl would just disappear and that he could be the only person in Ron's life.
"He was torturing the little first-years, yet again, I might add, and when I came to their defense, he told them that I was a muggle-born and to hate me!" She seethed, clenching her fists. "You know what they did?"
"No, Hermione, but I'm sure you're going to tell us…" Harry murmured in a bored voice, though he was mentally laughing at her. It wasn't that he hated Hermione. In fact, he loved her like a sister. Just his thoughts had turned sour towards her and he didn't know how to make the dreams of killing her go away, and wasn't quite sure that he would, even if he could.
She simply rolled her eyes and continued, "They stood behind him with their wands drawn! Like they were going to curse me or something!"
Ron burst into abrupt giggles, "Come on, 'Mione!" He laughed. "You can't have seriously been scared of a bunch of ten-year-olds waving their wands at you? Could you?"
A grin graced Harry's lips. The thought was mildly amusing.
Just then, the train came to a screeching halt, did I already mention that it was screeching?
Hermione jumped up and grabbed at her trunk. "I've yet to change!"
Ron and Harry soon joined her in the hunt for their own school robes.
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"Hey, Luna!" Ginny said, upon climbing into one of the carriages. She'd been one of the smarter ones, and had gotten dressed in her school robes while still on the train.
Luna looked up from her most recent copy of The Quibbler, which was up-side-down, as per usual, and smiled. "Oh, hello Ginny!" She greeted, closing the magazine and setting it down in her lap. Her big pale eyes showed quite a bit of warmth towards the other girl. Ginny was her best friend, and in all reality, her only friend. She'd always been the one that volunteered to sit next to her in classes and on the train up until that year. Ginny had even defended her a couple of times whenever their class-mates would take it upon themselves to make fun of her.
Luna really loved Ginny. (not in that way, you sick-minded freak)
"Sorry I didn't sit with you during the train-ride, I sat with Harry for most of the ride, then couldn't find you." She said, settling herself into the seat with her best friend.
Even though Ginny wasn't as much as an outcast as Luna, she had felt that she owed her company to her in the beginning of her second year, coz no one else would give her the time of day. It was only fitting that the girl grow on her. Now they were like two peas in a pod… well not really. Luna was still a bit odd.
Luna shrugged, "No worries… I sat with B-… someone else." She didn't know why she'd stopped herself from telling Ginny that she'd sat with Blaise, she just didn't, and I am the author, so screw you if you wanted an explanation.
"Good, glad you weren't alone." Ginny said, smiling. "Guess what I found out about Harry!"
She closed her eyes in concentration, "That he's gay with your brother and has been for ages?"
Oddly enough, this sent her into convulsing tears. "With my brother!"
"I don't know… I just said the thing that was the most far-out that came into my mind…" Luna admitted, biting her lip, unsure of what to do to make her friend feel better.
Out of nowhere, her tears vanished, "Oh, okay." She said with a slight laugh. "Well, yes. Harry is gay."
Luna's jaw dropped, "No way!"
End of chapter 1.
Disclaimer: You know? We should make it a point to try and inherit the rights to anything Harry Potter when J.K. dies…
A/N: Hey, 'tis me, Napolean! Hope you liked the first installment of our loverly Kiss Me, Kill Me! Be sure to review… and if you do… I'll bake you all your favorite kinds of cookies! And… peter-pan-equals-luv will do your laundry for a week! Those are some great offers… not to be passed up… XD
Anywho, I really do hope you liked it and come back to read chapter two when it's posted!
Tah!
-Napolean
peter-pan-equals-luv: WHAT! no way am i doing the laundry!
Napolean: Uh huh...
Napolean: You are.
peter-pan-equals-luv: I rarely do my own!
Napolean: So?
peter-pan-equals-luv: So not fair.
Napolean: You offered up my stuff on Naughty Teachers...
Napolean: So yesh, it is fair.
Napolean: Payback's a bitch.
peter-pan-equals-luv: Damn I was hoping you would have forgotten...
peter-pan-equals-luv: Are we adding this convo to the end of the story?
Napolean: Lol, if you like
peter-pan-equals-luv: It's up to you.
Napolean: ack!
Napolean: I suppose, but not long ones, coz we don't want to bore anyone...
peter-pan-equals-luv: again...
Napolean: lol
Napolean: Right.