A.N. that's what I call fast updating! Thank you so much for the reviews guys! Just a quick note: I changed my mind, uniforms are back in. Also Luna doesn't know about her powers –yet- and Blaise is far too ignorant to figure out that Luna is Loony#1. Luna's story is written in underlined/ italic, just so youo know. Now that we got that sorted out, on with the story!
Chapter II – Whoa! What the…
Blaise sat on his bed, waiting for Draco to finish rambling about what-ever-he-was-talking-about. The boy perked up when he heard the word 'Weaselette'.
"… and she dared to insult my perfect arse!" the blond almost cried in outrage, "Look at it! Is there something wrong with my beautiful behind?!" Draco went to stare at said bum in the mirror.
Come on Drake! Go away! Shoo, shoo! Aww, come on I wanna read that damned thing. Blaise screamed in his head.
"Gee, Drake, I don't know. Maybe you would wanna go on a diet." He said out loud.
"Haha. Ve-ery funny, Zabini. I'm gonna go now. Have splendid nightmares!" sarcasm dripped from his words.
"Yeah, you too, Malfy-boy!" the dark boy answered jokingly. Finally!
After making sure his friend was gone the Zabini heir practically jumped to his desk and opened the internet. Less than a minute later Blaise was already into the story.
Prologue
A girl was hurrying down the halls of Hogwarts; she was a sixth or seventh year by the looks of it. Her slightly wavy, blood-red hair steaming behind her. The red head was chewing on her bottom lip in worry as if afraid of being caught at this late hour. A sudden noise made her stop dead in tracks. She looked around and saw someone hiding –unsuccessfully- in the shadows.
Crouching down to get on eye level, the girl gasped. There stood Draco Malfoy, blond hair, grey eyes, and tons of muscles; beaten up so bad, the girl was surprised he was still conscious.
"Hey, are you okay?" wow, Ginny, very smart of you. And then you wonder why you didn't get placed in Ravenclaw. The red head scolded herself mentally.
"Yeah," he answerd sarcastically, "peachy! Seriously Weasley!"
But Ginny wasn't really listening. She raised her hand to remove a lock of silvery-blond hair to reveal a nasty cut. Draco's hand shot out of no where to grab her wrist and remove her hand.
"What are you playing at, Weasley?" he barked.
"I'm not playing at anything, I'm simply trying to help." The Gryffindor defended herself.
"I didn't ask for help did I?"
Ginny's cheeks became pink with anger as she stood up, "You know what, Malfoy? That's exactly your problem. You don't think you need help, keeping up that macho reputation. Well let me tell you something- I know exactly what you're gonna do after I walk away. You are going to stand up, hurt yourself even more, and then tomorrow you will borrow/ steal some of Parkinson's make up and try to cover it up, won't succeed ditch school, and go sulk in your room. Eventually you are going to be in so much pain you will go to madam Pomfrey and she'll keep you in bed for weeks and after you are released you will have tons of and tons of homework and will end up using Pansy's make up to cover the bags under your eyes." She paused to take a breath. Yeah she rambled when she was angry, a habit of some sorts, "So have a nice suffering, Malfoy. I'll send you a 'I told you so' card." With that the Gryff turned on her heel and walked away.
The things the red head had said ran trough Draco's head accompanied by some painful mental images, "Weasley! Wait, come back."
Ginny turned around a Slytherin smirk on her face, "Hold still till I fix you up."
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The next day Ginny woke up feeling anxious for some unknown reason. Quickly going through her morning routine the youngest Weasley descended to the Great Hall and waited for Luna, "He-ya Lu-Lu!" she greeted when the blonde came down humming yet another Twilight parody.
"Good morning Ginevra." The Ravenclaw smiled airily, "Don't you find the fire bugs are looking just splendid today?"
Ginny's laugh sounded like bells in the morning, fresh and melodious, "Sure they do Luna. Now let's go, I'm hungry." She tugged her fried along into the large room.
Breakfast was like usual, Luna sitting at the Gryff's table making weird comments, and Ginny laughing. The meal was the same as always- bacon and eggs, cereals, orange and pumpkin juice, and some waffles. The strange part was when the owl post arrived. Since she had gotten a reply from her parents yesterday, the red head didn't expect any letters.
Therefore she almost choked on her waffle when a black eagle landed elegantly before her, extending its leg towards her. Ginny took the letter and patted the bird, "Do you have a name, beautiful." She cooed and gave it a bite of her waffle.
Ginny unfolded the letter and read,
Weasley, it read
I really want to make it up to you for the wonderful job you did last night. No, I am not going to pay you, do not worry. If you would be so kind as to join me tonight at eight o'clock at the Astronomy Tower.
Regards,
D. Malfoy.
Ginny quickly took a piece of parchment from her bag and scribbled a reply.
Malfoy,
Dang you made it sound like an invitation to a ball or something. Chill! Okay I'll be there. But no funny stuff, okay? I know your reputation. Eight o'clock, got'cha. Don't be late I still got a life of my own you know?
'Till tonight,
G. Weasley
The red head folded the letter and gave it to the bird, "Here you go beautiful. Take it to your master, okay?" the bird made a movement which resembled a nod and took off.
A.N. so how did you like my first chapter? Yes I know no romance here but I promise there will be plenty in the next chappies. Review? Yes? No? It's up to you –wink-!
Blaise wrote the stereo type review, a.k.a. I liked it plz update soon. And some compliment here and there. Finally he decided it was a good time to actually do his homework.
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The next night, as Blaise was doing his rounds, he heard some thumping sounds coming from a deserted classroom. Crabbe and Goyle were probably beating another poor Gryffindor to a pulp. Doesn't these guys ever take a break from that. But instead of stopping them Blaise turned out the sounds of fighting/ beating and continued down the hall. He knew it was wrong, he knew he should help but he had already suffered from the two goons fists.
The dark Slytherin stopped for a moment contemplating going to save the poor kid, but decided against it. Had he took the other decision, Blaise would have seen his best friend in the place of the supposed Gryffindor kid.
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Not that much of a D/G action in that chappie, it was more like a filler one anyway. I hope you have figured out that everything Luna writes happens the next day. You haven't? Too bad. Now plz Review!!