Heya everyone! Sorry about the extreme lateness, in between all my work and after getting mostly horrible reults from my exams, I have resolved to study a helluva lot more, which means less time of stories. Not to mention I had a horrible writer's block which I've sluggishly made my way through, so to be honest, this isn't the greatest chapter I've come up with.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. I'm only a broke fifteen year old borrowing such characters for my own amusement and there's no possible way for me to gain money from this. Honest.
Enjoy!
Goddess
of Fire
Chapter Seven: Declaration At Dinner
Okay, here's the thing. When some Slytherin guy that you went to school with for six years decides to become a freakin' Apollo of Mankind sometime when you weren't watching, you start to wonder where the hell you put your brain, since you start blurting out your childhood dreams out at him.
Yeah, here's another thing. When that Slytherin guy who graduated a year before you and looks so flipping gorgeous that you start calling him Apollo happens to be Draco Malfoy's manager, you start to wonder if you even had a brain in the first place.
Oh, and another thing? Yeah, you also start wondering if you should be granted death as well as no brain, since you're now sitting in said Apollo of Mankind's office discussing guitars with an amount of passion that shouldn't be allowed while talking about things like music.
Cos as much as I love music, and I mean I absolutely adore music, it is not going to land me a snog.
Especially not from Blaise Zabini, Apollo of Mankind.
"The Ibanez is so obviously the best damned guitar EVER made, I thought that was agreed by all the professional musicians!" I exclaimed, ever so nerdy.
"It's a MUGGLE guitar Weaslette! Sure, it'd probably beat out everything else in the muggle world, and y'know, considering the technology in the muggle world, I agree it is a rather good guitar but you want the best? I'd go for Lucifer. Its what all the Wizarding Pros are using nowadays."
Lucifer! They named a flipping guitar after the underworld God? Damn, I bet those religious lot would start having convulsions when they hear about THAT!
Actually, that would be really funny. I mean, no, wait—Bad Ginny! Bad Ginny! Do NOT think murderous thoughts about religious people! Just because they're all stuffy and go to church every Sunday (or to the Mosque every Friday or whatever…).
Er…yeah…
"Zabini, I've never even heard of Lucifer,"
Whoa, there go his eyebrows. I'm sure they're still there, somewhere under his fringe. Hang on, they've just come back…aaaaand right past their original resting place and are now squatting right over his eyes. Y'know, I think that's called frowning. Yeah, the disbelief came first and then came the frowning.
This whole reading faces thing? Uh huh, so, what d'you think? Do I rock at it or not?
Cos, dude, I ROCK.
"Ginny," Blaise sighed, shaking his head, "Please don't tell me things like if you really are serious about this band thing. Cos, hey, not knowing about Lucifer is a bloody crime…"
I smirked at him.
"Lucifer's Cradle, designed by Jagger Inc. and released six months ago. Upon release it cost 2,435 galleons and has since then risen to the price of 2,570 galleons, thanks to the high demand. Blaise, what the hell do you take me for?" I rattled off.
Blaise blinked at me.
Ha! Gotcha!
Then he smiled.
Guh.
Stupid smile.
Stupid sexy smile.
"You read that," he said, picking up the piece of parchment where a full coloured sketch of the all-famous Lucifer's Cradle resided. The spidery scrawl underneath it gave me away.
"Damn!" I cursed. Caught red handed.
Blaise shook his head again, this time in disbelief, and put down the piece of paper. "Okay, Weaslette, about this band of yours,"
Oh no. Please can we not go onto this subject? I mean, I'd absolutely love to be in a band and everything but we'd never get famous! Not even with Blaise Zabini as our manager!
Seriously, what are the odds we'll storm to the top of the charts and actually stay there? And, seriously, what are the odds that our band won't break up or something? And, and, seriously, what are the odds that we won't, y'know, end up in a whirlwind far beyond our control? And, and, and, what if the press don't like us and start slagging us off!
"Have you had any thoughts as to what you're gonna do?"
Huh?
Wha?
Blaise took in my bewildered face.
"People, Ginny. Think people. And besides, what are you? Singer? Guitar, drums, what? And what kind of band will you be? Rock, pop, rap, Jesus, the list is endless Ginny. You've got so much to think about you know?"
Okay. Erm…whoa. My head is spinning. Too much! Brain overload! Waaaaahhhh!
"I sing." I finally blurted out. "And I play the guitar. And you can't tell about the genre until you start making the music, y'know? And Callie plays the guitar as well and Colin plays the bass guitar but we need two more people- one for the drums and one for the keyboard!"
Wow, where the hell did that lot come from!
Blaise, however, nodded thoughtfully.
What the hell is that meant to mean!
"Okay,"
Okay WHAT!
Oh, come on! Why do you have to be so damned complicated you stupid Apollo thingy!
"Ginny," Blaise murmured.
What? What?
"Don't you have to be at the Burrow in ten minutes?"
Don't I—huh?
Oh.
Oh crap.
I still have to take a shower, get changed, do my make up, pick up Callie and Colin since I haven't had the time to actually tell them there's gonna be a dinner and they're invited, and, Oh Goddess, I have to face Hermione and Ron and I have to do a Prank Repellent Spell on my clothes since the twins will be there, and I'll actually have to watch Hermione and Ron be all lovey dovey since I have to report to Draco as to whether they're really in love or not and, and, EVERYTHING!
"NiceseeingyouBlaisebye!" I yelped, jumping to my feet, grabbing my jacket and- ARGH! DOOR! Damnit Ginny, you open doors, not slam into them! Jeez!
Okay, mobile, where did I put my mobile…? Jean pockets, nope, jacket, nope, bag…yup! Now, Calyx…pick up your phone, please, please, pick up your phone!
"Hiya Gin Gin, what's up?" Callie sang.
Well, glad to know SOMEONE is in a good mood!
"Burrow, dinner, ten minutes, get ready, be there, tell Colin, ciao!"
Right, now that that's sorted, how about I get to Harry's place in about…hey, how's now?
Pop!
Yeouch!
Damn hat stand! Damn my lack of co-ordination! Damn my throbbing toe! Damn apparating! Damn time! Damn everything!
"Ginny?" Harry said, walking out of his bedroom wearing a silk black shirt and tight black jeans.
Ow ow ow—Oh my Goddess! What the hell! Harry is not meant to look that sexy!
"Nice look!" I gasped out, hopping to my bedroom.
"Thanks…you're cutting it a bit fine, aren't you?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Jeez, sorry…" Harry muttered as I stumbled out of my bedroom again and almost ran into the bathroom.
Right, five minutes to shower (a bloody record, that is), two minutes to sort out my black spaghetti strap dress and get into it, a wave of my wand and my make up is sorted, another wave and my hair is dry and soft, falling down my back in gentle waves, another minute to find my silver high heels and put them on, another minute to find a matching jacket, which apparently I don't have anyway so I settled for a red jacket aaaaannd—
"Done!" I gasped, stumbling out my bedroom. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"And gorgeous as always. How the hell you managed to do that in ten minutes flat, I don't wanna know."
Aww, sweetie! I grinned at him, and took his offered arm.
"Ready?"
"Yep."
As ready as I'll ever be at any rate. Although it would be helpful if I had just that little bit helpful if I had longer to get ready!
Pop!
Huh. There it is. The Burrow…home. Wow, it's been a while since I called it home.
"Ginny! And Harry! Goodness, you're five minutes late! We were getting worried!" Mum called as soon as she heard us apparating in. She hurried out into the warm backyard, hustling us in.
"Really, Mrs Weasley, there was no need to be worried. We apparated right from my place to here." Harry assured Mum, as we were lead into the living room.
"Harry! Ginny! You're here, thank God!" Hermione burst out as soon as we came into sight. The brunette jumped to her feet and hugged us both tightly, grinning away.
Uh. Goddess, don't do that! You'll make me want to puke. Or piss myself laughing. Either way, not good!
"Whoa, it's the funeral march!" Fred said cheerfully.
"What's with the black?" asked George.
Oh. Hey, I didn't notice that before! Both Harry and me are wearing black…ha! Maybe it is the funeral march, and it's Hermione and Ron's funeral! Seriously, they are losing their lives over this. Sure, I bet everyone thinks they belong together, but honestly, have you ever seen anyone worse suited for each other?
They'll drive each other insane within the first week of their marriage. I bet you.
"Oh, no, it wasn't intentional." I said brightly.
"I'll bet," Fred grinned, eyebrows waggling suggestively, "Matching colours and everything."
What? What?
Oh.
Oh.
No. Nuh uh. No way. No bloody way. There is no way in hell that Harry and I will ever –ever- get together. Nothing against Harry or anything, he would quite definitely be an awesome boyfriend, and in those tight jeans and black silk shirt he looks like he oughta be devoured on the spot, but seriously, what is wrong with this family?
Harry and me? Ha! Get real! I know everyone would think it's so cute and so obviously belong together but HELLO! We're just FRIENDS!
"Ouch! Colin!"
"Sorry!"
Ahh, here comes my best buddies.
"Oomph, sorry Mrs Weasley--"
"Oh, it's alright Calyx, come in dears,"
"I swear to God, for someone who attracts men like bees to honey, you sure ain't half clumsy--"
"COLIN!"
Jesus, you don't have to see Callie and Colin to know they're there, all you have to do is follow the sound of their raised voices, or in some cases, sarcastic remarks.
"Hey guys," I greeted as the terrible twosome came into the living room. "What took you?"
Callie threw a disgruntled look in my direction, "Well, you see, I received a phone call about twenty minutes ago from an utterly wacky girl who, unfortunately, I call me best friend, harping on about a dinner the Burrow and giving us ten minutes to drag our asses from the bar –and a pretty damn decent bar too- to go home, get ready in record time and get here—and you're asking us what took us?"
Colin slung an arm around Callie's shoulders and grinned at us. "She's just pissed because she was just about to snap up some guy when you called,"
Well, isn't that typical.
"Honestly Calyx," Mum clucked, "You should find yourself a nice, handsome man and settle down. All this one night stands nonsense is only going to land you in trouble!" Mum paused to take a breath and immediately Charlie, who had been sprawled out on the sofa watching the entire thing with vague disinterest, intervened.
"Who was the lucky guy then?"
Callie snorted, "Charlie, if I told you, you and the rest of this family would probably kill me." She said matter-of-factly, giving me a significant look.
Which told me one thing: that some guy was in fact our very own Draco Malfoy.
Which she is right, the rest of the family would most definitely kill her. Why d'you think I haven't told them that we've made friends with him? They'd probably do a nut over Blaise, let alone Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin.
Oh yeah, I can just imagine me walking into one of the Burrow functions with Draco and Blaise.
"Hey everyone! You all remember Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, don't you?"
"Oh my!" (That would be Mum, staring at them with wide eyes.)
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE!" (That would be ALL my brothers, jumping to the feet and turning as red as their hair in anger. Honestly, brutes, the lot of them.)
"Ginny, are you utterly insane?" (And that would be Hermione, looking absolutely aghast. Which is an expression she wears a lot anyway, so really, no problem.)
"Well…long time no see Malfoy, Zabini. How's everything?" (And, of course, that would Harry taking everything into stride as always. To be honest, if there's anyone I plan on telling about Blaise and Draco, it's Harry. He'd actually stop and listen to what I have to say instead of some people say, oh, I don't know, MY BROTHERS?)
"It can't be that bad," Ron said.
"Trust me, Ron, it is." Colin said, taking a seat next to Skye, Charlie's wife, and stretching lazily as he greeted the blonde.
"Dinner's ready!"
"I'm telling you, this girl just sneered at me and said 'Stupid punks,'!" Skye told me, looking put off, "Ginny, you like my hair, don't you?"
What, you mean the fact it's blonde with violet tips and a few black streaks? Girl, I've never seen cooler hair!
"Skye, you have nothing to worry about. You're hair is awesome." I said matter-of-factly.
"I second that!" Callie said from my other side.
"Thanks guys. Charlie said the same, but you know men, you can never trust them when it comes to these kind of things." She sighed.
I wholeheartedly agree.
"Has everyone finished?" Mum called down the large table set up in the backyard, with the fairy lights hanging over us.
"Yes!" everyone chorused, before emerging themselves into their conversations again.
"I'll help you Mrs Weasley," Callie offered, but Mum just shook her head and banished the empty dessert plates away.
Well, that's a little weird; usually she levitates them to the kitchen to prevent the damage that usually comes with banishing something.
Chink!
The resounding sound of Hermione tapping her glass with a spoon quietened the usually noisy table. The brunette and my youngest brother both stood up, Hermione beaming at everyone and Ron looking a little nervous.
"Everyone," Ron started, "Hermione and I have something to announce,"
"Uh oh," Fred and George muttered from across us.
Aww, jeez, I was having a nice time!
"A couple of days ago, Ron proposed to me," Hermione announced, smiling widely. "And I said yes."
The uproar that followed was only slightly deafening.
Yes, I know, quite short. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and for being so patient with me and the slow progress of this fic. I assure you that next chapter there will be some plot development!
Also, can I ask you guys to let me know what you think about the band idea? I'm still a little unsure about the response I'll get if I go through with this storyline...
Ciao!
Chiya