Meet me in the Red Room
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AN: just a little word from both of us to say hello, enjoy, review and give Diddy shortbread biscuits :) Ginny Weasley 3
"Meet me in the red room, close the door and dim the lights"
It got completely out of hand, it was never meant to go that far and I nearly pushed away the most important person in my life.
To say I regret it would be an understatement. I had slept with half the population of Hogwarts before I was fifteen including the good, the bad and some of the downright absurd. My aim was to bed half of Hogwarts in an attempt to make the love of my life insanely jealous and fall madly in love with me. Like I said, I was fourteen, and unbelievably naive. Somewhere along the way my vision became distorted and I lost track of why I was trying to complete this ridiculous task. Most reputations take a lifetime to build and seconds to destroy, not mine. The kind of reputation I was given took seconds to build and the rest of my school life to destroy.
This is in a sense a cautionary tale, because I wouldn't want anyone to do what I did and think it's the right way to go about getting what you want. My darling Lily, your father loved me in spite of my actions and not because of them. I did all these horrible things to make him jealous and show him what lengths I was willing to go to show him I loved him, but in the end that wasn't what made him fall in love with me.
The Yule Ball seemed the perfect time to put my plan into action, Neville was my date for the evening something which Ron wasn't too happy about so Harry was bound to know. Fred and George had previously let me in on their plan to put an interesting concoction of theirs in the punch, knowing this, I made sure I was the first to get a glass for Neville and I. Over the top of my glass, I noticed a pair of cold, dark, eyes looking at me. No, not looking, staring. Taking in every inch of my being it was something I couldn't help but be attracted to. But no, he wasn't my conquest for the night, however I made sure to keep him in mind.
As the night wore on, Neville loosened up with the help of Fred and George's marvellous medicine in our drinks until he was no longer the nervous date who escorted me into the Great Hall.
Hours had passed, we had been dancing for Merlin knows how long to sound of the weird sisters and some of my favourite songs. Seeing me so happy and excited definitely gave Neville the boost of confidence he needed to touch his head to mine.
He smiled at me sweetly, I hoped to God he didn't have any real feeling for me as I nudged his nose with my own and placed my lips on his.
Neville, being the gentleman that he is didn't respond right away. I gave myself over to instinct and leaned further into him. This time he kissed me back.
I slowly pulled away from Neville and gave him a suggestive smile, he smiled back, "Game on." I thought. I pulled him by the hand and led him to the seventh floor, where lay one of Hogwarts' bees kept secrets. The Red Room, as I called it, was opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and appeared to me one night as I thought out my devious plan. I felt too suffocated in bed and needed to walk around for a while to cool off and think clearly. My walk had taken me to the 7th floor, for reasons unknown to me I began to pace outside an area of blank wall. I thought for while as I paced, and thought about where I could carry out my plan. I couldn't do it in the dorm because of all the other girls in there and after that I was stuck for ideas. Then a door appeared in the blank space I had just been looking at.
Upon entering the mystery room, I was greeted by a vast array of luxurious furnishings in all of the shades of red you could possibly imagine. Impressed, I ran my hand along the silk sheets on the massive double bed. Perfect, I thought. The bed faced a large open fire with roaring flames and a chaise longue situated close enough to feel the warmth. Soft material adorned the walls and it hung from the ceiling in folds low enough to touch, giving me the feeling of standing inside an extravagant tent. The Red Room was my playground.
We smiled and giggled as I led Neville by the hand along the same stretch of the 7th Floor corridor that I had visited a few nights previous. I wrapped my arms around his neck, I let my lips lightly touch his before I took him inside the Red Room.