Amor Inermis
Ginny was sitting in Hermione Granger's neatly made bed, impatiently watching how her friend paced back and forth in the dorm. "Soo..." she said, not wanting to disturb Hermione in case she was thinking hard or anything. "Are you gonna tell me what you've been up to?"
It had gone a week since Richard broke up with Ginny, and not much had happened.
"Just... a few more minutes Ginny." Hermione said and stopped, looking at her friend. "Then it'll all be clear."
"What will be?" Ginny asked confused as she lay down on her stomach and reached out her arm for her makeup box that stood on the nightstand.
Hermione sighed and went to open the window, shaking her head as Ginny made some feeble protests. "Gin, do you remember last week, when you said you were tired of breaking hearts?" she asked and paused until Ginny had nodded. "Well, it made me think of something I read in a book several years ago. So I went to the library, and with some help from Madame Pince I succeeded in finding it."
"So... you're going to turn me into a frog?" Ginny asked doubtfully.
"It's called 'amor inermis' Ginny, unarmed love." Hermione stopped as a grey owl entered through the open window, she walked over to it and took the package it had carried with him. "In this package, is the solution to your problem. But I want you to be sure, that this is what you really really want."
Ginny shot her a brow. "For one Hermione, I don't even know what this all means. If I say yes, what will happen to me?"
Hermione walked over to Ginny and sat down on the bed beside her where she slowly began to open the package, revealing a necklace, a bottle, and a small silver bowl. She placed the necklace in Ginny's hands. "If you want to go through with this, we'll have to pour half of the contents of this bottle into the silver bowl and place the necklace in it, for three times seven minutes. When that's finished, you must drink what's left in the bottle, and the put on the necklace."
"And this whole procedure, how will it help me?" Ginny asked as she examined the necklace. It was made out of gold, a long chain that was so thin it would be almost invisible hanging around her neck. It had a charm too, a heart, and she figured due to the length it would dangle somewhere between her breasts.
"Because Ginny, if you do this you won't be able to be physical with a boy, if there aren't any real emotions involved."
Ginny stared at Hermione. "Merlin, Hermione!" she exclaimed. "I might as well become a nun!"
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Hermione said in a calm voice. "To stop breaking hearts, because you can't stop yourself getting involved, even though you don't have any emotional attachment whatsoever? Unarmed Love Ginny. This will help you to fall for a guy for real."
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Ginny and Colin were walking rapidly down the corridors heading for their next lesson. It was Monday. 'Monday, bloody Monday'
It was then, just when they'd rounded a corner, they saw it. Them. The Slytherin Elite. At least parts of it. Heading right towards them.
Pansy Parkinson
Daphne Greengrass
Blaise Zabini
Draco Malfoy
And of course, their two lifeguards, Crabbe and Goyle, no one was sure whether they were there for their size or if they were actually part of the group.
"Gin...let's go another way." Colin said in a low voice and pulled her arm.
Ginny snorted. "What are you Colin? A Gryffindor, or a Slytherin?" she said and steadied her pace.
Just 20 metres later they met. All stopping and staring at each other. Draco Malfoy wore a smirk on his face, so did his fellows. Colin's grim expression could've depressed even a dixie, but nothing compare to Ginny's smile.
She tilted her head softly as Blaise spoke. "Well, look at this," he said. "Isn't it the fag and his little hag?"
Ginny gave a chuckle, before she stared into the Slytherin's eyes. "Oi Blaisee!" She exclaimed in a mocking voice. "I really need to borrow your rouge this afternoon, is that okay with you?"
Colin suppressed a smile. Ginny knew things, no one knew where she picked up all the information, but she knew at least one little embarrassing detail about every student. Like Blaise wearing make up.
"Weasley!" Blaise hissed. "Get your ugly face out of here!"
"Ugly?" Ginny said, and pretended to be hurt. "That's really harsh of you. Maybe I should buy that concealer you use. Which brand was it again?"
She'd been waiting for it, more than patiently. The moment when he would enter the conversation. She knew it, and he knew it. Draco Malfoy cleared his throat. "Yea Weasley, buy something for your gay pal too. Oops, I forgot, you're poor."
"Hey Colin," Ginny said and turned towards her friend. "Did I tell you the latest news about the Malfoy family? That Lucie, the father, is having an— oh we're not prude— is shagging I mean, some sardiniwoman. Or, was it Zabini? I'm not really good with names." Ginny stopped and pretended to think. She was good with names though, the greatest name-twister living on earth probably. At least one of them. "And then there's the Mother, well, to be short she's probably been with every pureblood man there is. Then I heard something about the son, that he also may have been—"
"Stop!" Draco exclaimed, quite infuriated by the expression on his face. "You blood-traitor, get the hell out of ---"
"Oh I don't know, maybe some other time," said Ginny as she interrupted him. "But really, we have to run now. I'll see you later all my favourite Slytherins!"
She winked, grabbed Colin's arm, and swept negligently past the six Slytherins, still with the same smile on her lips. A smile that didn't last long though. Colin was probably the only one who'd noticed her clenched fists and how almost every muscle in her body had grown tense during the conversation. As soon as they reached out of sight from the group she let out a cry of anger.
"I promise you," she said with her teeth clenched. "Next time I'll kill the bloody bastard."
"Which one of them?" Colin asked, quite amused by her anger.
"You damn well know who! That Malfoot! I hate his guts."
"I've kind of noticed."
A few corridors away Blaise turned towards Draco, something was on fire in his eyes. "You bloody bastard, don't you dare even look at my mother again or I will--!"
"Come off it will you?" Draco said and sighed. "Do you believe the little liar? You wearing makeup...hah! And then you believe that bullshit?
Draco snorted and began to walk away, turning his back on his friend. Blaise took a deep breath. "Don't be so sure about that Malfoy," he said under his breath. "She's sneaky that girl... she'll soon have you wrapped around her finger."
I love those insults...!
I hope you're all a bit happier now when I finally got them in the same corridor. I'm thinking of a natural and original way to get them together right now but I hope I'll come up with something soon.
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