Author: Life.In.Pixels
Title: Camp HORROR
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Summary: Ginny Weasley, sweet red-haired virgin decides to join Camp Hogwarts. But who was to know that Camp Hogwarts turns into one of utter horror when she discovers that her counselor is none other than the blond Draco Malfoy. And it doesn't stop there: lies, plotting, death, and more lies surround them. It only spells one thing for Ginny, uh oh.
A.N: And here is third chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter Three
War
"Who are you and what do you want?" The question had been blurted out before Ginny could process her thoughts. She was sorry that it had sounded so rude and suspicious, but the guy in front of her, with his apologetic eyes was just too much. She could almost feel the nagging sensation that happened just before a real bad headache would come on. Why were these things happening to her? Was it just her bad luck?
"Aww, c'mon Gin. You don't remember me?" the boy responded without missing a beat. It made Ginny feel that he had rehearsed this.
"No," she replied bluntly, the suspicious feeling nagging at her stronger than ever.
"No?" the boy feigned a hurt look that was way too convincing. After staring at Ginny some more he slapped himself lightly on the head. "Of course not. Why would you remember a jerk like me? And it had been a long time since you've seen me."
Ginny mentally tried to imagine who it was. It was obviously someone she should remember, and had met in her past before. The question remained. Who?
"I went to Hogwarts. I was in Draco's year," the guy hinted while nudging his companion who was still on the floor out of the way. "One last clue. I'm Slytherin as well."
Ginny's first reaction was, 'Oh- darn, Slytherin again.' And her thought must have been portrayed on her face because the Slytherin lost his smile a little and looked at her awkwardly.
"I know what you're thinking. Slytherin right? But I'm thinking of giving myself another chance… you know, at least give me a chance to know each other better."
Ginny blushed, was she that obvious? "Sorry, I didn't mean to –"
"It's okay," the boy laughed, holding up his hands and fending off her attempted apology. "All I want is a chance."
Ginny started nodding but caught herself. "But… who are you?"
"Still haven't guessed?" he asked a little amused. Seeing the blank look he got from Ginny, he shrugged. "Guess you'll have to find out sooner or later. The name's Gregory. I was known as Goyle more." He paused. Then looked at the boy on the floor who was getting up. "And that over there is Crabbe. Vincent Crabbe."
Ginny could literary feel her jaw drop open. The two blockheaded idiots from years before had somehow transformed into two very handsome men. Her surprise must have clearly shown because Goyle started chuckling. "Oh, big surprise?"
Ginny's apologetic phrase was on the tip of her tongue just about to be uttered when she stopped herself. What was she doing? This were the two blokes that practically tripped over themselves to please Malfoy and to get food. So why would she apologize to Malfoy's underlings. Not because they were Malfoy's underlings, but because they were underlings. Ginny found herself disliking underlings… and she couldn't find a reason why.
But looking at the cheerful optimistic looking Gregory Goyle that looked nothing like before Ginny found herself melting under his carefree-looking smile. Then she realized she was being rude by her continuous stare.
"Sorry," she apologized anyways, "I must be very rude just staring like that." Ginny diverted her look somewhere else. She was surprised to find Crabbe standing up and throwing her a look that was neither menacing but rather apologetic.
This world just didn't cease to surprise her… what in the world could be next?
"Goyle and Crabbe, who are you goggling at now!" a shrill voice disturbed the quiet air. Ginny immediately matched the voice to Pansy Parkinson. No one else had a voice like hers.
She turned around to see Pansy dressed in very revealing clothes that hugged her slim figure tightly. Her pink pursed lips were set into a pout and her eyes were like daggers that could kill.
Crabbe shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot like a little kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. Goyle smiled meekly.
Pansy placed her well-manicured fingered hand onto her small hips and glared. "You were helping the Weaslette? What's with that smile? Take it off your face this instant blockhead!"
Although Ginny hadn't suddenly become chummy with the two blokes, she couldn't help but feeling a little anger at the way Pansy talked down to the two. "Listen-" Ginny started tosay only to be interrupted by Pansy.
"Don't you even try to seduce Gregory or Vincent. You'll regret it if you do," she threatened.
Ginny found herself rendered dumbfounded. Seduce? Goyle and Crabbe? Now that was too much of a joke. Laughter threatened to bubble out but she somehow managed to suppress it. Goyle obviously found the idea funny as well because he burst into laughter. Only to stop when he saw the death glare shot his way.
"Malfoy wants to talk to you guys," she declared in a snobby and I'm-much-more-superior-than-you tone.
The two nodded and Crabbe nudged Goyle to get a move on. The two lumbered away towards Malfoy's "tent".
"If I was you," Pansy said softly as she took a step towards Ginny, "I'd pack up and leave so fast that no one will even remember you were here."
Ginny turned her attention back to Pansy and gave her a look. "Is that a threat?"
"Threat?" Pansy laughed in an annoying way. "Slytherins don't issue empty threats."
"That's doesn't answer the question at all Parkinson," Ginny replied rather coldly.
"Ah, so the little innocent Weasley has finally gotten herself an attitude eh?" Pansy said as she kept her cold eyes on Ginny. "Pack up your second-hand tent and leave. This place is not for nice little girls with their ponies and dreams of pretty flowers."
"What?"
Pansy smirked and tossed her hair over her shoulder and left.
Ginny was still fuming from before. 'Little girls with their ponies and dreams of pretty flowers her ass!'She blew out a frustrated sigh as she unpacked her clothes and other necessary things. Some dried food, canned food, some junk food, water bottles and the like.
A sudden bonk came from outside. Standing up, Ginny got out of her tent to see what was up. She found Cho standing there as well with only a slightly amused look. Goyle was piling up logs with Crabbe helping him.
"What are you doing?" Ginny asked. She couldn't help but let the suspicion edge into her tone.
Goyle grinned at her. "Campfire tonight," he grunted as he threw another log onto the already growing pile.
"Campfire?" Cho asked.
"Uh huh," was all Goyle said. The two girls left the two guys to work on the campfire. They were reluctant to offer help, first because they were Slytherins.
"So… have you seen His Majesty Malfoy?" Cho grinned.
Ginny shook her head. "And thank goodness. I really don't need him behind me throwing crude remarks."
"Behind you?" the infamous drawl came behind Ginny. She immediately stiffened. That voice and that drawl could never been mistaken. One of those infamous trademarks associated with Draco Malfoy.
"So?" the drawl said lazily as a beautifully manicured fingertip brushed against Ginny's arm. She felt herself frozen there holding her breath. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Cho to do something.
Cho was in shock as well. And Ginny couldn't understand why until she had forced herself to move and look into those cold grey eyes of a Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy had definitely grown. He was taller than Ginny by nearly a head. His light blond hair sometimes fell over his eyes and that emotionless expression that he wore on his flawless face.
"You-" was the only word she could utter as Malfoy kept trailing his fingers along her arm. What was wrong with her? Move, do something!
Then Malfoy let out a chuckle that didn't really reach his eyes and took back his fingers. "Well… how nicely you've grown youngest Weasley."
Ginny felt mortified. She was gaping like an idiot at the handsome Malfoy. Shaking her head slightly, and willing her brain to function again, she took a measly step back.
"Enjoying summer, hm?"
"Y-yes. Of course!"
"Yes, I can definitely see that…" his eyes darted towards her old frayed tent. "As expected," he murmured a tint of amusement in his grey eyes.
Ginny stood up tall suddenly. No one made fun of her family's wealth. No one. "I'm enjoying it Malfoy!"
Draco smiled softly, it was more of a sneer. "Uh huh. And I told you, I can see that."
"Stop mocking me!" She stamped her foot angrily.
Draco raised an eyebrow. What was that attitude? It was a three-year old move. "Who's mocking you?" he drawled instead. "I'm simply believing you. Is that a crime now?"
Ginny pouted and crossed her arms. "Yeah. Fine. Then leave."
"Leave?" Now he was truly amused. Who did she think she was talking to? Her brothers?
Ginny stared at him with fury. No one made fun of her, or her family's wealth!
Seeing her unwavering glare, Draco shrugged. "Very well. I'll leave… and go back to my tent which-" he pointed across the little campsite, "Is right there. I'm leaving now." But he made no move.
Ginny blushed a little. She was acting like a kid, and she knew it. But she couldn't help it which frustrated her.
Cho by this time had crept away silently. She didn't want to be involved in this family feud … or whatever it was. To her, Draco and Ginny looked like such a cute couple… but she knew better than to voice her opinions. She'd be first slaughtered by a dark curse from the Malfoy family, and then talked to death by the Weasley family. Yeah, that sounded pretty fun…
"Stop mocking me," Ginny said exasperated.
"Mocking?" Malfoy responded. He was getting a blast out of seeing the Weasley squirm under his gaze. And to know that she threw childish tantrums.
"Yeah," Ginny stressed. "Stop mocking me. If you want to know the truth, I'm having a blast at this camp. Nothing's been better!"
Malfoy smirked. "Oh yes, quite." He looked around with a feigned interest. "I can see why you can enjoy yourself. After all, you're finally able to dwell among the richer people. People like me."
Ginny felt like slapping the prat across his smooth pale face. But she held her hands stiffly to her side. No, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had gotten to her.
"Fun," Ginny whispered huskily as she took a step towards Malfoy, bringing them face to face, "Can be taken to a whole new level." She placed her fingers on his chest and made circular motions. He seemed to be mesmerized by her and Ginny found herself smirking. Didn't see that coming eh?
"You're playing with fire," Malfoy replied breathlessly. Then without warning, he snapped out of it and a cruel cold emotionless mask immediately replaced the taunting, poking-fun-at-Weasley face. This face was frightening and Ginny found herself retrieving her hand from him as if hit by lightning.
Without a backwards glance she fled.
What in the world had she been doing? For a moment back there she had almost found Malfoy desirable… A Malfoy..DESIRABLE. Shaking her head slightly, she found that she had come to a small stream. Taking a backward glance, she couldn't see the campsite anymore.
Sitting near the bank, she sighed and stared at the stream that flowed northwards, softly, whispering.
Stretching her fingers and trailing them in the clear cool water, Ginny found herself thinking how that blond hair would have felt between her fingers… would it be soft..?
"God damnit!" she groaned. She splashed water on her face in hopes to rid herself of whatever evil spirit that had possessed her.
Suddenly the cracking of twigs and rustling of leaves could be heard. Ginny jumped slightly from surprise. Who was it?
"Damn leaves," the all too familiar voice cursed from behind a few bushes. Draco Malfoy stomped out from the bushes, brushing off leaves, and twigs stuck in his hair and on his clothing. "Damn it!"
Ginny felt an amused smile creep onto her face. Draco Malfoy was a spoiled prat. He probably never even had to weed the garden, look after flowers. Probably wasn't even an outdoors person. That left Ginny wondering what he was doing here.
He stopped in front of Ginny and a smirk replaced his irritated look. "Well Weaslette. When I call your family a coward I don't really mean it… but for you, coward suits you perfectly. Did you get scared?"
Ginny felt her amusement immediately being replaced with pure hatred. How dare he? Just because he was rich…
"Hmmm? Cat got your tongue?" he said, using one of those famous muggle pickup lines. "Told you not to play with fire," he murmured as he grabbed Ginny and wrenched her into his arms. "Did your 'mum' never tell about the dangers of messing around with someone who obviously indulges in the Dark Arts?"
Ginny let out an involuntarily gasp. He actually admitted it. And this could mean years in Azkaban for him. "Let me go!"
"But you were enjoying yourself. And you were the one that said fun could be taken to a whole new level. So why not start now?"
"Shut up and let me go!" Ginny cried as she tried to wrench free from his steely grasp. "Let me go. Or else I'll yell."
"Go ahead and yell Weasley. Who's going to hear you?" Malfoy sneered at her as he pulled her even closer. Without further ado, he leaned down and kissed her coldly and without remorse. "I like my woman to yell and make noise," he murmured softly into her hair.
Totally shocked by all of it, Ginny froze and absorbed the kiss. She found that she actually enjoyed it and shivered slightly at that thought. What was she doing? Suddenly snapping out of it she found that the kiss had just been a diversion, Draco Malfoy was more intent on distracting her so that he could push her into the stream.
Seeing his train of thoughts, Ginny immediately reacted without thinking. Just when Malfoy was going to shove her to send her sprawling into the water, Ginny sidestepped around him and got behind him. With an evil smile she gave Malfoy a little nudge. It took only a little nudge since Malfoy had put his entire balance into pushing Ginny but since she had avoided that,he had quickly lost his balance.
There were undignified splashes, some loud cursing as Malfoy spluttered to the surface of the water. His pale blond hair stuck to his face in little strings with glistening water droplets hanging on the ends. Ginny laughed right there and then.
"Got a little wet, didn't you?" she taunted in a mocking tone. She stayed only long enough to see the furious look cross Malfoy's features before turning around and heading back towards the campsite.
Ginny returned to the campsite to find that a campfire had already been built. She hadn't realized it had grown that late already. She chose a spot and sat down next to Cho who was busy stirring a pot full of good smelling stew.
"Where'd you go?" Cho asked without turning to look at her as she tasted a little of the stew to see if it was right.
"Uh, nowhere," Ginny responded but the image of a half-drowned Malfoy brought a smile to her lips.
Cho turned and eyed Ginny with a little amused glint in her eye. "Been having some fun I see," she giggled as she set the spoon back in the pot. "So, who was it?"
Ginny flushed. "I wasn't having any fun," she protested earnestly knowing that Cho was thinking on another track.
Cho simply shrugged but gave Ginny a "I-know" look.
Suddenly twigs snapping and cracking could be heard. Everyone froze. It sounded like a monster stomping through the forest.
…And then Draco Malfoy stomped into the clearing. His clothes and hair were both drenched and wet. Twigs and dirt stuck to his face, clothes, hair and shoes. He looked like a disaster.
"What happened?" Goyle asked suppressing a laugh.
Malfoy glared at Goyle. "Keep your smartass comments to yourself."
"What smartass comments. It was a question," Crabbe retorted as he picked up a piece of chicken.
Ginny felt shocked. Draco Malfoy's loyal followers making fun of their leader? Unthinkable.
Malfoy shot Ginny a withering look. "You're gonna pay for this," he muttered under his breath as he threw a twig that he had just dislodged from his hair at her. "No one messes with a Malfoy." And then he disappeared into his tent.
Even after he was gone, Ginny could still feel his prescence. That cold look he had given her… she couldn't forget it. It was horrible. And so cold and unforgiving. What had she gotten herself into?
And then at that moment, realization dawned. A war had begun between them…
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A.N: Chapter three done
To be Continued…