Karaoke Night
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in the books. Nor do I own the songs, "Since You've Been Gone" or "Jesse's Girl" or "My Boo." All songs are possessions of talented musicians that are not me. I also do not own the Phantom of the Opera character or Little Red Riding Hood. By the way, this is only my second fan fiction story and my first that I intend to be long so if something is bad, my apologies.
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"Oh Merlin! I'm going to be late. I'm going to be late! Snape is going to kill-"
"Ow! Watch where you're going Red." said the disheveled figure sprawled out on the floor. "Is your family too poor to afford glasses for their little baby?"
"Shove it, Malfoy. I don't have time for this."
"Why? Afraid Potter will worry if something happened to his girlfriend?"
"Jealous Malfoy? It's a shame though that the Slytherin Sex God can't even get a girlfriend," she giggled as she pushed, passed him and headed to Potions.
"Ms. Weasley, you're late. Class started five minutes ago. Take your seat and I expect two rolls of parchment on my desk tomorrow after dinner on how armadillo bile works in a wit-sharpening potion. Now class…"
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Draco sat alone in the Common Room thinking aloud. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous of that fiery, goody-goody and her perfect Potter? How dare she even suggest that I'd be jealous of anyone of her status?" He laughed at just the thought. "The only good thing about her is her tight little body. Yeah, jealous, right." He started walking up to his room as he summoned Pansy to join him.
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Pacing in her room, Ginny started mumbling incoherently and pulling at her hair. "Insufferable git. Makes me mad.. Kill him. Ahhhh!"
A loud pounding on the stairs told Ginny someone was racing up them and seconds later, Hermione came bursting in through the door panting, "Gin, are you alright? What the bloody hell were you screaming about?'
Ginny began to vent her anger out on Hermione, starting slow but getting increasingly faster. "Malfoy ran into me on my way to Potions, and now I have a two roll essay due tomorrow."
"Gin, just try to relax. He just tries to make everyone's life difficult," Hermione comforted. She continued by saying, "Well I have to go. Ron told me to meet him down in the Common Room. It seems he needs to ask me a question about something. Good luck, Ginny."
Ginny chuckled at what she knew that Hermione didn't know.
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Draco left his room and realized that Pansy was certainly not the best person to shag, but what the hell, she was easy. However, sometimes he would wonder what it would be like to have a girl that wanted more than a quick shag. He'd always imagined a sweet girl with his trademark smirk and a fiery disposition. But, this thought only occurred in his hours lacking sanity. He was after all, Draco Malfoy. Wanted by all, feared by all, and loved by none. Not being able to stand solitude anymore, he left for lunch in the Great Hall.
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Meals at Hogwarts were nothing like her meals back at the Burrow, but they were still tasty. And there was family; her brother Ron, her boyfriend Harry, her "sister" Hermione. and ew, "Why is Malfoy staring at me?" she thought to herself. "Do I have something on my face? He is still staring at me." She went to mouth, "What's your problem, Malfoy?" but he had started talking to Zabini.
"What's wrong, Gin? You've barley touched your food." Hermione asked a bit worried.
"Suddenly I've lost my appetite." Ginny coolly replied, "You know Mione, I'll never understand guys."
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Meals at Hogwarts were nothing like at Malfoy Manor. The food there is more expensive, yet bland compared to the food at Hogwarts. Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted his peace and quiet. It was none other than the Golden Trio. "Go figure! Hey Zabini, give me the rolls." Draco managed to say before becoming interested in a little ball of fire that possessed some familiar feature. He couldn't quite put his finger on it and after moments of studying her, he returned to eating and barking orders at Zabini.
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"I'll see you later, Harry. I need to turn in my essay to Snape." she whispered in his ear before kissing him softly on his cheek.
"Okay, Gin. Love you," Harry said distracted by a figure near by with long black hair, in hope that it was Cho. He left to investigate, while Ginny descended to the dungeon.
"I'll never understand how these Slytherins get used to the lack of light and the dampness of this place." she murmured to herself a little too loudly.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure, that had been hiding in the corner says, "It's a great place to hide and for things you don't want others knowing about, Little Red. Your beloved Harry can tell you all about that. But why not ask his favorite Ravenclaw?"
The first glance Ginny got at the emerging figure was white hair and instinctively replied, "Shove it, Malfoy. What do you know anyways?"
"Temper, temper, Red. Why waste your venom on me for telling the truth, for once? It's not my fault you are infatuated with a man whose needs can't be met by just one woman."
"One woman, yes, but what one woman would touch you with less than a forty foot pole?" she shot back. Satisfied with herself, she continued walking to her destination, ignoring every word Malfoy had just said.
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Returning to his corner, Draco started thinking aloud, "What is it with her? She is the only person that gets under my skin so much by doing so little. And her face! Something is so familiar yet I still can't put my finger on it." Suddenly, a distant part of his mind tells him she gets under his skin because he fancies her and he wants to know what is familiar because he cares for her. Without another thought, he shoves that thought away and calms himself by saying that it was probably her fire red hair that is a Weasley's trademark. Laughing to himself, he returned to the Common Room.
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"Teachers and students," Dumbledore announced stately, "two weeks from today, there will be a Karaoke Night at Hogwarts in the Great Hall. All students are required to attend. If anyone would like to sing, a sign up sheet will be posted in all of the Common
Rooms."
Suddenly, the Great Hall burst with the sound of everyone telling their friends what song they wanted to perform. Even Hermione was getting into the idea, she even suggested taking the next two weeks off from studying for O.W.L.'s to practice. Just a few seconds later, Ginny's best friend, Luna, came rushing over to Ginny suggesting they do a duet. Ginny just smirked and said, "Luna, I can't sing, end of discussion."
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31 October
Dumbledore, being the idiot he is, decided to announce a "Muggle Karaoke Night." Pansy ran up to me and started begging me to do a duet with her on some song by a Muggle singer named Usher called "My Boo." Ha! Me, sing a Muggle song? That'll be the day. Besides, Pansy's voice sounds like a bird dying. Not even a second later, something of the Weaslette catches my eye. This is driving me crazy. I've eliminated it being her hair, body (no one has that tight of an arse, not that I noticed), or her eyes (which are a lovely chocolate brown). I don't know why it bothers me so much. It's like I've suddenly become infatuated with the girl Weasel. Note to self: Study Little Red more and figure this out.
Well I'm off to the Halloween Dance tonight. I'm going as the Phantom of the Opera. The funny thing is, Pansy thinks I'm going as Robin Hood, so she is going as a Medieval Princess to match. Hopefully, she won't know who I am and who knows; maybe the girl Weasel will dance with me.
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31 October
It's nearly midnight, but now I'm writing religiously. So tonight was the Halloween Dance. I went as Little Red Riding Hood and Harry (my date, of course) went as the woodsman who saves me from the wolf. Good thing I didn't need saving because he spent the entire night comforting Cho. Apparently her owl died and she was very sad about it. What a load of bull shit that is. She never owned an owl so how could her owl die? She had better keep her distance from my Harry or else I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind… Thinking of my sweetie and that oh-my-owl-died-hug-me-Harry girl makes me go crazy...
However, things weren't as bad after that as I danced a lot with this guy I can only assume was the Phantom of the Opera. He was such a gentleman and danced with me all night in place of Harry. Too bad I didn't know who it was.
Unfortunately, Snape gave me back my essay and assigned me a tutor because my work is "lacking comprehension" and until it improves, I'm stuck with a tutor. I don't know why I need a tutor? I'm not that bad a Potions. Snape is just out to ruin my life. He didn't tell me who my tutor was. Oh the possibilities. Well since it is late, I'm going to bed.
Love Ginny
A/N: Much thanks to my betas: Dark Fairy, Audrey1nd, and The Shadow Fencer