A/N: Heyy everyone! I have not been on here since f-o-r-e-v-e-r! But it's always nice to come back from the dead, jk lol. For my long absents I have rewritting Pink and Black. I'm actually in the middle of finishing it and hopefully, it would be done by the end of this year (depending on how college goes and job hunting).
I hope everyone likes this new improved story :) I tried to make it more about Draco/Ginny how they connected. I must say, this story is so much better than the original!
WARNING: This new story is completely different from the original, so please, bear with me. However, there is a few scenes that was from the last story that transferred into this new awesome story.
Title: Is Hell a Nightmare
Taken Place: Ginny's POV, Fifth year
Book: I
Dear Miss Ginerva Weasley,
This year I'm doing something a little special, but I cannot do this alone. You are one of my top students from Hogwarts and I am very much proud of you. I am asking a great favor. There will be cottages all along side behind Hogsmeade. The reason for the cabins is for equal rights from every student. Your job is to contain the students and put them in their places. And not to worry, the prefects and the Head boy and girl will help as well. If you accept this offer please come to my office after lunch today and I will give you your cabin number.
Thank You for Reading
Albus Dumbledore
I was honored he called me an honor student, but accepting his greatest plan he calls it, I don't know if an honor student could handle Hogwarts—especially Slytherin. Even if I were to accept his request, in my opinion, I don't think I will be good enough to handle an entire school, maintaining my year and excluding all the others. That seems a job for Hermione. Nevertheless, I was thrilled he picked me instead.
I'm not much of a person to nag by my needs. I tend to get overwhelmed by the credit I was getting from Dumbledore, which happened recently. Ron laughed at my announcement at breakfast. I stared at him angrily. I wanted to do major damage to his face with my orange juice, but decided against it.
"Are you done laughing?" I was highly annoyed. Ron's best friend, also my ex-boyfriend, Harry knew I wasn't kidding.
"I believe you, Gin," He said smoothly.
"Least someone at the table does," I snapped. Ron stopped laughing.
"I'm not laughing at you." He said. "I was laughing by the fact Dumbledore picked you to maintain Hogwarts." When there was no comment from his two best friends, or me he continued. "I mean, you're just a small tiny person and no a fence, that seems a job for Hermione." He jerked his thumb at her.
"Thanks for that, but I think we should at least give Ginny some credit." Behind her annoying voice seemed unreal. But it didn't matter. I didn't much like Hermione. She was too much into herself. Not in a way of a brat—well she is one, but not a brat that brags about how rich she is. She has to be the smart person that has to know everything.
I knocked once on Dumbledore's door and I was welcomed quickly. He was an odd man when it comes to purposes like this one but in most cases he enjoys making his students beg.
"I'm hoping you're here for the acceptation of the plan?" His sliver eyebrows quirked up, making me feel a little uncomfortable.
"Yes sir. But I do have one question to ask?" I said quietly.
"What's that my dear?"
"Is there uh, a possible way for me not to be around Hermione or it would even better if I wasn't with Harry or Ron." I couldn't stand being in the same dorm room with them so imagine being stuck in the same cabin for a whole year.
Dumbledore laughed before realizing I was being serious. "You don't need to worry about that Miss Weasley. I made special arrangements with you." What did that supposed to mean? Was I being treated special, because he offered this to me?
"Really?" I wasn't used being treated importantly. So watching Dumbledore, speaking to me as if a real honor student should be treated made me feel quite good about myself. A small smile crept up on my face.
"Of course," He smiled widely. He placed a small parchment to my view. I stared at it for a moment before noticing it was addressed to me.
My cottage number and roommates where listed below my name. I cared less about the number, what I really wanted to know who my special roommates were…Daphne Greengrass. Olivia Vanson. How was this being treated special? I was stuck with two Slytherin Princesses! That's not an honor, that's hell!
"Uh, Professor?" I looked at him questionably.
"No need to explain. I have high hopes for you." He smiled once more and before he disappeared, his blue eyes sparkled as usual, which meant somewhere in his sentence was true.
My life is going to be hell. I just know it.
I was standing behind Hogsmeade town where the assigned cottages were located. Professor McGonagall finished explaining the rules and reminded us why this was being done. I made every effort not to think who my roommates were. I was surrounded by the trio, staring at Draco Malfoy's group intently. It was remarkable they actually like him. I mean Malfoy was cute—in his own ferret way, but I still see him as Ferret Boy.
There were six of them, three boys' three girls'.
Draco Malfoy, obviously the leader from the group. His main goal in life or goal at school is make student's lives torture. In other words, be at his level—well you basically die. He's evil minded and causes everyone to be frightened of him, and has the desire to be better than everyone that surrounds him. Students tend to ignore this side of Malfoy, especially girls. He has this authority to make a girl fall for him instantly, the ability to score within moments with them and then never speak to them again. He's captain for the Slytherin team as a Seeker. Honestly, I find Ferret Boy attractive. However, I don't act on it. I don't show him or others I think he's attractive. He's as though a Greek Goddess so to be speak.
The only two traits I go mad over is his long, flip outward blonde hair. He loosened his boyish look and got some use out of it. And another is his blue-grey eyes. It's unique and also calmly to look at, but I heard from his ex-girlfriends' if you get him mad, his eyes turn into grey stones. In my opinion it was frightening but moreover it sounded pretty awesome.
The second cutest, is Malfoy's best friend Blaise Zabini. He knows Malfoy more than another person would. Zabini is different from Malfoy in many ways. He's African-Italian, but more of his Italian side effects show effectively. He's over active, which he proves by being on the Slytherin Quidditch team as a Beater. In comparison to him and Malfoy, they have the ideal of getting a girl in their liking.
Stupid Nott,—Theodore—is a prat and I hope he drains in the Great Lake. Last year, we were boarding the Hogwarts train when he accidentally runs me into the train and bashed my forehead against the window. I was unconscious for an hour. However, ignoring my grudge on him, there's some hint of how he is. He's very immature. He's also intelligent, which is a surprise when Hermione told me last summer of her and Nott teaming up on a Charms project. He has short, curly hair of the shade between brown and black. He's tall, probably a bit taller than Malfoy.
Slytherin Princesses, they have the sense of pride-ship, like the Slytherin Princes. Daphne Greengrass, the leader of the girls. She has the ability to be level headed in the process of their group. She has long blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes. Most of her attention is guys and she somehow scored Malfoy's heart. Students agree that she and Malfoy were the lovable, cutest couple seen by the Slytherin generation. But they broke up, such a tragic story.
Pansy Parkinson is referred as Malfoy's obsession ex-girlfriend. Her name could have got worse if she never got over their public break-up. I actually witness it and it was so outrange and outspoken. On the other hand, Malfoy wasn't the only one that fell for her prettiest, fake-act beauty. By the exception of her shoulder-length, brunette, wavy hair and her fall-pool brown eyes. She's the shortest out of the girls and probably the annoying one. Not everyone notice Parkinson after the downfall of her and Malfoy's break-up, but she somehow pushes her short-self through the crowd and presents herself.
Olivia Vanson is so far, probably the calm Slytherin girl I have heard. I never had to witness selfish needs in temptation. In her presences, she's seen by Zabini, who has this major crush on her. I heard by the trio, she reminds them a lot like me. To her long brown curly hair, her blue eyes, from the ability to snap at people if they mess with her, and have a very bad temper. It was a shock to hear this from my brother, but he seemed pretty serious about it.
As I stared at them, I was able not to accept their presence. It was as if I was feeling uncomfortable around their surroundings. It was the fact I saw right through them. All the things people say about them I knew it was a lie. So, they hide their real self from others and become some type of savage bully, the thought of someone dying on the wrong side. It still bothered me because I still had hatred growing inside of me.
"Come on Gin. Let's go check out your cabin." Hermione was pulling on my elbow, making me follow her. I was bummed out for a moment. I was always with my brother's friends and it sickened me because I had no choice, but to be a good girl and stay with Ron. It was madness.
"Can I go on my own? I promise nothing is going to happen." I couldn't believe I was asking them permission to leave their presence. But it was called acting so I persuade them with my trusting big brown eyes.
"Sure, why not?" They fall for it! Ron's response was more on the question side than a statement, but I didn't let that bother me.
The cottage numbers were written in big black numbers, easily read during the day light, but not noticeable at night. There were street lamps by every cabin—it looked more like a little town than a valley. The cabins were all the same, except the terming of the outline. There were at least four different colors, which followed by our original house colors.
I was feeling excited for the most part. I wonder how this will tie down and what it's going to be become. I imagined a rival was going to start from the Gryffindors' and Slytherins' and soon after, the Hufflepuffs' would be on our side and the Ravenclaws' would defend the Slytherins'. I laughed so hard I had to take a moment to breathe. Once I out shaken my nerves, I glanced up the number on the mailbox: 320. I smiled.
It was a normal sized cabin, very elegant; the stones were very rich and suppliant because this is England. The terming of the cottage was forest green.
I walked in and took a good look at the place. There was the normal furniture all living rooms have, including a fireplace. The living room pathway smoothly goes into a normal size kitchen area. Everything looked prosperous and elegant like the outside of this cottage.
I smiled gracefully. Down the hall, I chose my room. It was also the biggest. I was looking out the window, which faced the back of Hermione and Luna's cottage. If I had known Hermione's cottage was facing the back of my room I would have chosen a different room. I was deciding another room to take until I heard movement in the next room. I came out from the last room and walked into the living room.
Greengrass, Vanson, and Parkinson were busy looking around, not taking note I was already here.
"I can't believe your roommate is Weasley's little sister." Parkinson said disgustedly. Her rude comment didn't bother me. I'm use to the name calling since second year when I departed from everyone. "Draco and Blaise are laughing about it across the way." Parkinson continued on. Behind her, the door was left open. I took the opportunity to look behind her and caught a glimpse of Zabini laughing through his window.
I didn't have the slightest clue why Dumbledore placed me as Greengrass and Vanson's roommate and on top of that, across the pathway was Malfoy and Zabini's cottage. What on earth was he doing? To me really.
"I'm just glad I'm not you." Vanson said.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Parkinson asked rudely.
"You're all the way across from us. This is a problem for you and maybe a relief for Draco, because you wouldn't be stalking him."
"Not only that, but your roommate is Miss Know It All and Creepy Loony." Greengrass and Vanson laughed together. I wanted to laugh as well, but Greengrass caught me staring at Parkinson. "Oh Weasley I didn't see you there. I thought you got lost or something." I held myself from saying anything. I need to have a good day or dread nightmares will come back.
"Yeah we saw you staring at us back there." Vanson said. She didn't look annoyed or angry.
"I was looking for how I could be stuck with you two out of all people." I responded. They didn't look surprised or took it offensive.
"Least it's better than Granger isn't it?" Greengrass replied.
The whole school knew I disliked Hermione. She always tattled and always wants to be the best by showing it off. Unlike me, I don't show it off. I prefer to be in the back of the classroom and wait until I'm called on, then to shout out the answer before the teacher is finished with his sentence. That way not everyone know I'm not like Hermione… however, people caught on.
I didn't reply. I had no reason. If I opened my big mouth, such hatred words about Hermione would across the three Slytherin Princesses and my pride reputation would fail tremendously if Hermione found out.
It was sunset. I hid in my bedroom almost all evening avoiding seeing Malfoy or Zabini. I wasn't afraid of them; it's weird just thinking about them being in the same room as I was. I don't think of them as high level class. Honestly, the Royal Slytherins are just saying it just for show, because they know what to expect.
I went into the living room and only Vanson and Greengrass were in the room. I felt a bit revealed. The room was filled with a mixture of delighted food smells, but I couldn't recognize the smell it was recalling from the room.
"The food smells good." I commented a bit loudly. Vanson didn't reply. She was too busy trying not to burn her fingers.
"Livia is an excellent chef. I think you'll enjoy her food." I glanced down at Greengrass. She was sitting on the couch reading one of the books on the bookshelf.
"Wow Vanson that's good. Are you going to be a chef after Hogwarts?" It felt bizarre talking to them, especially about their future. But as I was talking to them, it felt somewhat comforting.
"I believe so," Vanson thought for a moment. "My father is against it though. He thinks it won't fulfill my destiny." I wasn't able to see her expression about this, so I stared the back of her head imagining what her face would look like.
I felt Greengrass's eyes on me, but I refused to look back, therefore I pretended to look somewhere else. The door burst opened and exposed the three boys I feared to see earlier that day. I should have known to step out. Like Vanson, Greengrass, and Parkinson, they avoided my presence.
"What are you making tonight Livia?" Zabini stood beside her, watching closely.
"Turkey salad," She replied.
"What?" Nott asked confusedly.
"Eww, turkey salad," Zabini looked disgusted. "Do turkeys really do that?" He looked around the room for an answer, looking confused.
"It's not really turkey in a salad." Vanson giggled. "It's a dish my mother made when I was younger."
"So it is salad?" Nott asked.
"No, but they call it that."
"Why?" He asked again.
"Shut up Nott or I'll whack you with the wooden stick." Vanson turned around and faced Nott with her threatening wooden stick. She reminded me of my mother. Whenever my brother's asked stupid questions and kept asking, she would threaten them with whatever she was holding in her hand. I smiled slightly remembering her temper moods. Malfoy caught me smiling. My laugh turned into an uncomfortably laughter. I turned away quickly before he asked anything.
Dinner was served moments later. We were all settled in our chairs when Parkinson walked in. "I needed to get out." She said. She squeezed herself beside Malfoy.
"Why?" Zabini piled his plate with turkey and ignored the lettuce head.
"Granger wouldn't shut up about some commission she wanted to do and someone had taken her spot for it."
"Ohh, sounds interesting." Vanson smiled.
"I guess," Parkinson said.
"Who took her spotlight?" Nott asked. I knew the answer before any of them did. Hermione was of course jealous of me. She wanted to make the school equal and wanted to take all the credit that was entirely mine to keep.
"She's in the room right at this moment." Parkinson glowered at me from across the table. Slowly pair of eyes looked at me; until all six pair of colored eyes was on me. I felt a rush of embarrassment.
"Hermione needs to get over herself." Not a word was spoken after that. I was hoping at least a side remark would take the silence away, but there wasn't any. I finished quickly after that. I wanted to escape this embarrassing moment and hide in my room.
I cleaned up after myself and thanked Vanson for dinner and headed straight to my room. There were the basic soft bed on the left side of the wall, the sheets were pure gold, and the comforter was deep purple (we had the opportunity to decorate however we wanted). Next to my bed was a cherry-red night-stand that had a lamp and a few of my school books on top. On the right side of the wall was a small bookshelf that held my personally books that I brought here from my home. It was basic for now, anyways.
A shower would at least help me cool my body from heat stroke. The cold water calmed my nerves and numbed most of it down. Once I was done, I ran back to my room not looking back if the boys left or not. I was in bed when I heard laughter—they were still here. I closed my eyes tightly. The face of a smiling Cedric Diggory clouded my dreams.
A/N: Please remember to review :) it always puts a smile on author's faces (including me). If your main concern is "why is there not enough description?" something along the lines. I might as well say it now. The reason there's not enough description is because I don't want the story to be too boring. If that's all I'm doing then there wouldn't be much of a story to tell, besides, its fan-fiction not everyone describes everything in full maxium detail.
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