HELL HATH NO FURY
by Mlle Elizabeth
FANDOM: Harry Potter
RATING: PG-13 (for language)
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: During Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts, alliances begin to shift and loyalties are tested.
WARNINGS: Slash fans: this is a primarily het fic. People who don't read slash: I cannot guarantee that there will be no slash in this fic.
DISCLAIMER: All characters, places and things from the HPverse belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros., Scholastic and Bloomsbury. This fic is intended for my and the readers' personal use and not for profit.
ARCHIVE: Yes to: FFNet and to any HP_FanFiction egroup archives; Otherwise, please ask.
THANKS: to Nicole, for beta reading.
DEDICATION: This fan fic is dedicated to Keith Fraser, who presented me with the challenge to write it, and to my mother, whom I hope is able to read it from Heaven's version of Hogwarts.
Chapter One
Ginny sat, back against a tree, looking out across the lake and contemplated her misery. Harry's words returned to her over and over ...
"...just don't feel the same way about you."; "....really like you as a friend and as Ron's sister.";
"...just not ready for ..."
As she sat zapping rocks with her wand she thought miserably to herself;
"Everybody's known about my crush on Harry for years. How humiliating. How utterly humiliating. I'm so stupid to have asked in the Common Room - in front of everyone!"
Tears prickled behind her eyelids. Harry had tried to be really nice about it. Somehow that had made the hurt even worse.
Gathering her quill and books Ginny rose and headed back to the castle where, blinking back her tears, she approached the painting of the Fat Lady.
"Mugwort" she mumbled and the Fat Lady looked gently down at her;
"Oh, my dear, it's not that bad" the Fat Lady gently crooned.
"What do you know? You're just a painting!" snapped Ginny as she crawled through to the Common Room.
Luckily the room was deserted and Ginny was able to run straight through to the staircase and then to her room. There were two other fifth year Gryffindor girls in the room; two girls that Ginny had casually befriended but with whom she had never shared confidences. Startled by Ginny's demeanor, they exchanged a look and hastened out of the room and downstairs. Finally Ginny was alone with her tears. Pulling the heavy red drapes around her bed, she cried herself to sleep.
Ginny awoke the next morning rested but not refreshed. Haunted by tragic dreams throughout the night, she was now haunted by hunger too. Rising from her bed, mechanically she dressed herself, paying no heed to her attire nor her roommates before morosely heading downstairs.
She reached the Great Hall and paused before entering. She was afraid to speak, for if she did, they would notice her even more. If she spoke, they would talk even more about her humiliation. If she spoke, she would start crying again and then they would all see how much the rejection had hurt her. With her head bowed, she sat at the centre of the Gryffindor table, and feigned concentration on her breakfast. She barely heard the voices surrounding her.
Further down the table, Ron and Hermione were arguing over something again. Ginny heard their raised voices and noticed that Harry's was not amongst them. She thought for a moment that perhaps Harry had skipped breakfast. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Maybe he's had second thoughts. Maybe he's sitting, alone in the Gryffindor common room, hoping I'll notice his absence and return." she thought. Quickly she raised her head and glanced towards the end of the table. Her heart sank back to the lonely depths from whence it had barely escaped. Harry was not waiting for her in the Gryffindor common room, he was sitting silently between Ron and Hermione, ignoring their heated chatter and staring - no glaring - across the room, his lips thin and flat. Ginny's eyes followed Harry's intense gaze to the source of his discomfort. At first her mind registered nothing but silvery whiteness....
Harry's eyes were locked upon his arch nemesis, Draco Malfoy.
At first Ginny shuddered, as she remembered the way Draco had picked on her brothers for years: of the hateful names he had called Hermione and all of the trouble that he'd caused Harry over the past five and a half years.
"Harry," she thought despondently. "Oh yes, Harry the Humiliator. The Boy Who Sent Me Away. Maybe he deserves to have Draco annoying him ..." Before that thought had even begun to fade, another was already forming in her mind.
Draco Malfoy may have been a slimy git but perhaps she could use him to return the humiliation to Harry. Nothing would come of it of course - she could never actually go out with a Death-Eater-in-training but she could flirt a little....
That's all it would be, a little harmless flirting. She could turn everyone's minds from yesterday's miserable scene and, if Draco responded (please, please God let him respond), she, Ginny Weasley, would look desireable as well.
Ginny's eyes were now riveted on Draco who seemed to be completely lost in a world of his own. A small, sly smile began appear on her face. With something to look forward to, life was not so bleak. She left her egg unfinished and scurried out of the Great Hall, desiring only to return to her room to primp & preen before she had the chance to see Draco again.
by Mlle Elizabeth
FANDOM: Harry Potter
RATING: PG-13 (for language)
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: During Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts, alliances begin to shift and loyalties are tested.
WARNINGS: Slash fans: this is a primarily het fic. People who don't read slash: I cannot guarantee that there will be no slash in this fic.
DISCLAIMER: All characters, places and things from the HPverse belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros., Scholastic and Bloomsbury. This fic is intended for my and the readers' personal use and not for profit.
ARCHIVE: Yes to: FFNet and to any HP_FanFiction egroup archives; Otherwise, please ask.
THANKS: to Nicole, for beta reading.
DEDICATION: This fan fic is dedicated to Keith Fraser, who presented me with the challenge to write it, and to my mother, whom I hope is able to read it from Heaven's version of Hogwarts.
Chapter One
Ginny sat, back against a tree, looking out across the lake and contemplated her misery. Harry's words returned to her over and over ...
"...just don't feel the same way about you."; "....really like you as a friend and as Ron's sister.";
"...just not ready for ..."
As she sat zapping rocks with her wand she thought miserably to herself;
"Everybody's known about my crush on Harry for years. How humiliating. How utterly humiliating. I'm so stupid to have asked in the Common Room - in front of everyone!"
Tears prickled behind her eyelids. Harry had tried to be really nice about it. Somehow that had made the hurt even worse.
Gathering her quill and books Ginny rose and headed back to the castle where, blinking back her tears, she approached the painting of the Fat Lady.
"Mugwort" she mumbled and the Fat Lady looked gently down at her;
"Oh, my dear, it's not that bad" the Fat Lady gently crooned.
"What do you know? You're just a painting!" snapped Ginny as she crawled through to the Common Room.
Luckily the room was deserted and Ginny was able to run straight through to the staircase and then to her room. There were two other fifth year Gryffindor girls in the room; two girls that Ginny had casually befriended but with whom she had never shared confidences. Startled by Ginny's demeanor, they exchanged a look and hastened out of the room and downstairs. Finally Ginny was alone with her tears. Pulling the heavy red drapes around her bed, she cried herself to sleep.
Ginny awoke the next morning rested but not refreshed. Haunted by tragic dreams throughout the night, she was now haunted by hunger too. Rising from her bed, mechanically she dressed herself, paying no heed to her attire nor her roommates before morosely heading downstairs.
She reached the Great Hall and paused before entering. She was afraid to speak, for if she did, they would notice her even more. If she spoke, they would talk even more about her humiliation. If she spoke, she would start crying again and then they would all see how much the rejection had hurt her. With her head bowed, she sat at the centre of the Gryffindor table, and feigned concentration on her breakfast. She barely heard the voices surrounding her.
Further down the table, Ron and Hermione were arguing over something again. Ginny heard their raised voices and noticed that Harry's was not amongst them. She thought for a moment that perhaps Harry had skipped breakfast. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Maybe he's had second thoughts. Maybe he's sitting, alone in the Gryffindor common room, hoping I'll notice his absence and return." she thought. Quickly she raised her head and glanced towards the end of the table. Her heart sank back to the lonely depths from whence it had barely escaped. Harry was not waiting for her in the Gryffindor common room, he was sitting silently between Ron and Hermione, ignoring their heated chatter and staring - no glaring - across the room, his lips thin and flat. Ginny's eyes followed Harry's intense gaze to the source of his discomfort. At first her mind registered nothing but silvery whiteness....
Harry's eyes were locked upon his arch nemesis, Draco Malfoy.
At first Ginny shuddered, as she remembered the way Draco had picked on her brothers for years: of the hateful names he had called Hermione and all of the trouble that he'd caused Harry over the past five and a half years.
"Harry," she thought despondently. "Oh yes, Harry the Humiliator. The Boy Who Sent Me Away. Maybe he deserves to have Draco annoying him ..." Before that thought had even begun to fade, another was already forming in her mind.
Draco Malfoy may have been a slimy git but perhaps she could use him to return the humiliation to Harry. Nothing would come of it of course - she could never actually go out with a Death-Eater-in-training but she could flirt a little....
That's all it would be, a little harmless flirting. She could turn everyone's minds from yesterday's miserable scene and, if Draco responded (please, please God let him respond), she, Ginny Weasley, would look desireable as well.
Ginny's eyes were now riveted on Draco who seemed to be completely lost in a world of his own. A small, sly smile began appear on her face. With something to look forward to, life was not so bleak. She left her egg unfinished and scurried out of the Great Hall, desiring only to return to her room to primp & preen before she had the chance to see Draco again.