Harper's Folly
Co-written by Slytherin Mud Blood and Philosophical Rose (not on ff.net)
Every morning, when Ginny Weasley got up, the first thing she thought was "Damn the muggle who came up with this alarm clock!" The second thing she thought of was how hot Harry looked in that framed picture on her bedstand. She'd already been out of Hogwarts for two years, but she was still infauated with "The Boy Who Lived". In her eyes, he was perfect. Ginny still hadn't forgotten the time in second year when he saved her and Ron...
Ginny's eyes filled with tears. She felt cheesy, but the memory of Ron was so painful...she should have appreciated him when she'd had him, but now all she had to remind her was a stone 2 feet wide, bearing the words "RIP". She looked at the picture she was hugging closley to her chest, and cheered up a bit. Harry was waving wildly at her, with his infamous grin on his face. It occured to her that the reason why she hadn't thrown out that alarm clock was simply so she could wake up to Harry Potter every morning.
Ginny ran into the bathroom, nearly tripping over her room mates body lying on the ground. This was normal, since Lilian had many 'friends' come stay the night. As if to prove Ginny right a distinct male voice muttered "Gerroff!" She hastily stepped over the intertwined bodies and made her way to the bathroom.
Peeling her clothes off, Ginny jumped into the shower for a quick wash. When she got out, she pulled her curly hair into a sleek bun, swiped some lipstick on, threw on a simple skirt and fitted blouse and ran out of the door. She had gotten a scholar ship from Hogwarts for coming out of the Chamber of Secrets alive, and she had decided to spend it on Auror School. It wasn't cheap, and Ginny knew she'd never have been able to go there if it wasn't for Tom Riddle. Much as she hated to admit it, she was in his debt.
Somehow, she knew that if the bastard were here, he wouldn't let her forget it.
The bell rang just as Ginny dashed into Professor Appel's classroom. Somehow, she could never seem to make it on time. As a result, she had to take the front, center seat. "Quiet!" The overweight woman shouted. "Now, we are discussing the properties of cosine spells!" Ginny prepared to catch up on her sleep. Professor Appel was a wonderful cure for insommia. She was abruptly jerked from her dreams when the door rattled. "No latecomers!" the Professor snapped.
It rattled even more urgently.
Professor Appel's eyes bulged with anger. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU, NO LATEC-"
The door blew off it's hinges, and a wizard stepped into the class.
"I need Ginny Weasley, please, madam," said the tall, well build wizard. Ginny's first thought was 'THANK YOU, JESUS!' Professor Appel's droning was getting to be a bit too much. She took a closer look at his face. She couldn't mistake him anywhere. That was Draco Malfoy.
"You heard him, go on," barked Appel. Unwillingly, Ginny rose from her seat. What did Malfoy want with /her/? When they were outside, and the door was closed snugly, she said disparagingly "What do you want, Malfoy? I'm wasting some important class time." Her brown eyes looked up at his face, her gaze cold. Ginny's stomach gave a lurch as she met Malfoy's piercing grey ones, his glare as icy as hers.
"What do you want?" Ginny asked sharply.
"I just needed to...talk to you," he said more kindly than she was capable of imagining from him. She hadn't remembered him like this. Where was the sardonic, sarcastic, cynical Malfoy she had always known?
"About what?" She wished the words were an arrow, headed straight for his heart. Ginny a little remorse for saying it the moment it left her lips, for Draco's face looked like she had just run an 18-wheeler into him. Like a puppy who had just been scolded for messing on the floor.
She said it more softly, trying to repair the damage. He smirked, and Ginny wondered why she felt sorry for the self absorbed git in the first place.
"You Weasleys have always been too sentimental. It's about the only thing you can afford. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist rephrasing yourself," he replied with a hint of mockery in his voice.
Ginny felt like slapping him. She resisted the impulse. "You know Draco, you really need a new punch line, the whole you can't afford thing is getting pretty old." she replied nonchalantly.
Draco smiled, coldly. "Well, I'm not getting any younger. I'm trying to get as much use out of it as I can."
"Malfoy, this is the last time that I'm going to ask you...what do you want?"
He leaned over, letting his lips touch her ear. He whispered. "Meet me at Le Topless, 9 tonight. Be there."
Then he was gone.
***
Ginny had already asked some of her friends what Le Topless was, but none of them could answer her. In desperation, she went up to the fruit vender at the end of her street. When she repeated her question, he merely winked and gave her directions. "They're getting less and less picky about who they hire," he voiced to Mr. JungleJangle, his monkey.
Ginny figured that she knew Draco Malfoy pretty well. Le Topless sounded like an exotic French restaurant, and Draco Malfoy wouldn't ask her to go somewhere that cost less than 10 galleons per person to eat. Although the name was rather offensive in English, it proabaly meant something else in French. Like...heart...or romantic. Something like that.
Her outfit was tasteful, she hoped. She wore a little black dress and pumps that would hurt by the time the night was over. Who invented high heels anyway? They should be cursed.
Ginny kept on telling herself that she was going so that she'd get a decent meal in her, but there was just something that drew her there. Was it simply curiousity? Maybe it was his magnetic personality. There was only one way to find out, but Ginny wished there was an easier way than seeing him face to face.
Ginny started walking to Le Topless. About halfway there she started having a bad feeling. Rats stared at her from dumpsters, loud rap music was being played, and there was so much spray paint on the walls you couldn't read what they said anymore. Except for a few words that were repeated over and over, they were just like a rainbow of black and red and blue.
Ginny started getting an awful sensation in her stomach when she saw him. The old man. He was swaying about on the street, and he had the nasty smell that cheap wine and cigarettes leave on you. She didn't want to get near him for any reason, but it was getting dark and she hadn't sighted her designated place yet. Ginny gingerly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Can you tell me where Le Topless is?"
"Wassha-Huh? Le Toplessch? A young gurslhl like you?"
"Yes sir."
"It'sch over there." The man leered unplesantaly at her. Ginny didn't like the look that he was giving her, or rather, not exactly her, but somewhere in between her shoulders and her stomach.
"A nice girl doesn't ncheed to be going over to Le Topless," he slurred. "I can get usch a nice place to stay at the Salvation Arschmy...clean cots and all!"
Ginny noticed that the man was getting closer than was comfortable...not that his distance was very comforting before, but now she could smell his breath.
"No thanks," she said, pushing his hands away.
"Don't start up with me, young lady," said the man in a sharp tone, with the seriousness that only an old drunken wino can summon. "I know what's best for you! Now just stand still!" He fumbled for her bra strap. Something rose up in Ginny. She wasn't helpless...having 6 brothers sure helped in learning the male weakness spots. She kneed him in his crotch and ran.
And thank the lord!...There was a bright, flashing Neon sign reading "Le Topless". Her heels clattering on the cobblestones, she ran, still paranoid of the pervert following her. The heels slid on the smooth rocks as they were not made for running on in clunky black heels with no grip. Ginny looked back once more, and missed the raised bump in front of her. Flying through the air, she collided into a dark shape.
"Ow!" The dark shape called out.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! How can I make it up to you? I didn't mean to do it! You see, I was running away fro-"
The neon sign blinked again, and Ginny saw who it was.
Draco Malfoy. And he was smirking.
Ginny scowled and brushed herself off. Her heels clomping, she walked into the building, Draco following. She grabbed a seat, and started griping about what had just happened to her.
"...and all because of you!" She finished.
At that moment, the waitress arrived. The pretty blond flashed them a brilliant smile and said cheerfully, "Hi, can I take your order?"
"Um, yes, um..." Ginny searched for the girl's name. She looked at the waitresses' blouse, searching for a nametag. But there was no nametag. For that matter, there was no shirt, either.
Draco Malfoy had taken her to a topless bar.
Ginny smiled politely at her and cheerfully replied "Be right back, we havent made up our minds yet." Ginny grabbed Draco and dragged him over to the corner.
"What in the hell are you thinking bringing me here?" she said her voice even, and dangerous.
"No reason, just wanted to get to know you." he gave her a lopsided, adorable grin which Ginny hated herself for thinking was cute.
"Really, to a topless bar? Real good-get-to-know-you place, Malfoy. I can see it now! 'What size is your cup, Ginny, because I'm comparing you with our server today?'" she said eyes flashing.
"Sure, why not. Just in case it goes wrong, I could at least enjoy myself, don't you think?"
Ginny's temper rose about 20 degrees. "Do you really expect me to believe you brought me here for the sole purpose to get to know me better. Me out of all people?" she retorted, standing ground.
"Yeah, nothing is impossible." he replied smirking.
"Oh really?" she said smugly. "Try slamming a revolving door."
Co-written by Slytherin Mud Blood and Philosophical Rose (not on ff.net)
Every morning, when Ginny Weasley got up, the first thing she thought was "Damn the muggle who came up with this alarm clock!" The second thing she thought of was how hot Harry looked in that framed picture on her bedstand. She'd already been out of Hogwarts for two years, but she was still infauated with "The Boy Who Lived". In her eyes, he was perfect. Ginny still hadn't forgotten the time in second year when he saved her and Ron...
Ginny's eyes filled with tears. She felt cheesy, but the memory of Ron was so painful...she should have appreciated him when she'd had him, but now all she had to remind her was a stone 2 feet wide, bearing the words "RIP". She looked at the picture she was hugging closley to her chest, and cheered up a bit. Harry was waving wildly at her, with his infamous grin on his face. It occured to her that the reason why she hadn't thrown out that alarm clock was simply so she could wake up to Harry Potter every morning.
Ginny ran into the bathroom, nearly tripping over her room mates body lying on the ground. This was normal, since Lilian had many 'friends' come stay the night. As if to prove Ginny right a distinct male voice muttered "Gerroff!" She hastily stepped over the intertwined bodies and made her way to the bathroom.
Peeling her clothes off, Ginny jumped into the shower for a quick wash. When she got out, she pulled her curly hair into a sleek bun, swiped some lipstick on, threw on a simple skirt and fitted blouse and ran out of the door. She had gotten a scholar ship from Hogwarts for coming out of the Chamber of Secrets alive, and she had decided to spend it on Auror School. It wasn't cheap, and Ginny knew she'd never have been able to go there if it wasn't for Tom Riddle. Much as she hated to admit it, she was in his debt.
Somehow, she knew that if the bastard were here, he wouldn't let her forget it.
The bell rang just as Ginny dashed into Professor Appel's classroom. Somehow, she could never seem to make it on time. As a result, she had to take the front, center seat. "Quiet!" The overweight woman shouted. "Now, we are discussing the properties of cosine spells!" Ginny prepared to catch up on her sleep. Professor Appel was a wonderful cure for insommia. She was abruptly jerked from her dreams when the door rattled. "No latecomers!" the Professor snapped.
It rattled even more urgently.
Professor Appel's eyes bulged with anger. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU, NO LATEC-"
The door blew off it's hinges, and a wizard stepped into the class.
"I need Ginny Weasley, please, madam," said the tall, well build wizard. Ginny's first thought was 'THANK YOU, JESUS!' Professor Appel's droning was getting to be a bit too much. She took a closer look at his face. She couldn't mistake him anywhere. That was Draco Malfoy.
"You heard him, go on," barked Appel. Unwillingly, Ginny rose from her seat. What did Malfoy want with /her/? When they were outside, and the door was closed snugly, she said disparagingly "What do you want, Malfoy? I'm wasting some important class time." Her brown eyes looked up at his face, her gaze cold. Ginny's stomach gave a lurch as she met Malfoy's piercing grey ones, his glare as icy as hers.
"What do you want?" Ginny asked sharply.
"I just needed to...talk to you," he said more kindly than she was capable of imagining from him. She hadn't remembered him like this. Where was the sardonic, sarcastic, cynical Malfoy she had always known?
"About what?" She wished the words were an arrow, headed straight for his heart. Ginny a little remorse for saying it the moment it left her lips, for Draco's face looked like she had just run an 18-wheeler into him. Like a puppy who had just been scolded for messing on the floor.
She said it more softly, trying to repair the damage. He smirked, and Ginny wondered why she felt sorry for the self absorbed git in the first place.
"You Weasleys have always been too sentimental. It's about the only thing you can afford. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist rephrasing yourself," he replied with a hint of mockery in his voice.
Ginny felt like slapping him. She resisted the impulse. "You know Draco, you really need a new punch line, the whole you can't afford thing is getting pretty old." she replied nonchalantly.
Draco smiled, coldly. "Well, I'm not getting any younger. I'm trying to get as much use out of it as I can."
"Malfoy, this is the last time that I'm going to ask you...what do you want?"
He leaned over, letting his lips touch her ear. He whispered. "Meet me at Le Topless, 9 tonight. Be there."
Then he was gone.
***
Ginny had already asked some of her friends what Le Topless was, but none of them could answer her. In desperation, she went up to the fruit vender at the end of her street. When she repeated her question, he merely winked and gave her directions. "They're getting less and less picky about who they hire," he voiced to Mr. JungleJangle, his monkey.
Ginny figured that she knew Draco Malfoy pretty well. Le Topless sounded like an exotic French restaurant, and Draco Malfoy wouldn't ask her to go somewhere that cost less than 10 galleons per person to eat. Although the name was rather offensive in English, it proabaly meant something else in French. Like...heart...or romantic. Something like that.
Her outfit was tasteful, she hoped. She wore a little black dress and pumps that would hurt by the time the night was over. Who invented high heels anyway? They should be cursed.
Ginny kept on telling herself that she was going so that she'd get a decent meal in her, but there was just something that drew her there. Was it simply curiousity? Maybe it was his magnetic personality. There was only one way to find out, but Ginny wished there was an easier way than seeing him face to face.
Ginny started walking to Le Topless. About halfway there she started having a bad feeling. Rats stared at her from dumpsters, loud rap music was being played, and there was so much spray paint on the walls you couldn't read what they said anymore. Except for a few words that were repeated over and over, they were just like a rainbow of black and red and blue.
Ginny started getting an awful sensation in her stomach when she saw him. The old man. He was swaying about on the street, and he had the nasty smell that cheap wine and cigarettes leave on you. She didn't want to get near him for any reason, but it was getting dark and she hadn't sighted her designated place yet. Ginny gingerly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Can you tell me where Le Topless is?"
"Wassha-Huh? Le Toplessch? A young gurslhl like you?"
"Yes sir."
"It'sch over there." The man leered unplesantaly at her. Ginny didn't like the look that he was giving her, or rather, not exactly her, but somewhere in between her shoulders and her stomach.
"A nice girl doesn't ncheed to be going over to Le Topless," he slurred. "I can get usch a nice place to stay at the Salvation Arschmy...clean cots and all!"
Ginny noticed that the man was getting closer than was comfortable...not that his distance was very comforting before, but now she could smell his breath.
"No thanks," she said, pushing his hands away.
"Don't start up with me, young lady," said the man in a sharp tone, with the seriousness that only an old drunken wino can summon. "I know what's best for you! Now just stand still!" He fumbled for her bra strap. Something rose up in Ginny. She wasn't helpless...having 6 brothers sure helped in learning the male weakness spots. She kneed him in his crotch and ran.
And thank the lord!...There was a bright, flashing Neon sign reading "Le Topless". Her heels clattering on the cobblestones, she ran, still paranoid of the pervert following her. The heels slid on the smooth rocks as they were not made for running on in clunky black heels with no grip. Ginny looked back once more, and missed the raised bump in front of her. Flying through the air, she collided into a dark shape.
"Ow!" The dark shape called out.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! How can I make it up to you? I didn't mean to do it! You see, I was running away fro-"
The neon sign blinked again, and Ginny saw who it was.
Draco Malfoy. And he was smirking.
Ginny scowled and brushed herself off. Her heels clomping, she walked into the building, Draco following. She grabbed a seat, and started griping about what had just happened to her.
"...and all because of you!" She finished.
At that moment, the waitress arrived. The pretty blond flashed them a brilliant smile and said cheerfully, "Hi, can I take your order?"
"Um, yes, um..." Ginny searched for the girl's name. She looked at the waitresses' blouse, searching for a nametag. But there was no nametag. For that matter, there was no shirt, either.
Draco Malfoy had taken her to a topless bar.
Ginny smiled politely at her and cheerfully replied "Be right back, we havent made up our minds yet." Ginny grabbed Draco and dragged him over to the corner.
"What in the hell are you thinking bringing me here?" she said her voice even, and dangerous.
"No reason, just wanted to get to know you." he gave her a lopsided, adorable grin which Ginny hated herself for thinking was cute.
"Really, to a topless bar? Real good-get-to-know-you place, Malfoy. I can see it now! 'What size is your cup, Ginny, because I'm comparing you with our server today?'" she said eyes flashing.
"Sure, why not. Just in case it goes wrong, I could at least enjoy myself, don't you think?"
Ginny's temper rose about 20 degrees. "Do you really expect me to believe you brought me here for the sole purpose to get to know me better. Me out of all people?" she retorted, standing ground.
"Yeah, nothing is impossible." he replied smirking.
"Oh really?" she said smugly. "Try slamming a revolving door."