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Chapter 10: Enactment
"Giiiiiiiiiinny!" called Ron up the stairs. "Get your arse down here! You're going to be late!"
Ginny almost tripped on the stairs as she ran down them hastily. "Sorry Ron," she said breathlessly. "I couldn't find my stupid left shoe." Ron rolled his eyes at this. "Just let me say good-bye to one of my Ravenclaw friends."
It was the end of the school year, finally. No more eating in the Great Hall, whizzing by on her broomstick on the Quidditch pitch, or making snide remarks about Snape behind his back with her friends. Well, at least for two months. She was going to be a sixth year! And her brother was going to be in his seventh, along with his friends . . . it seemed so unreal.
Next year would be the last time she'd go on the train with her brother. She would be going alone the year after that. Despite her brother's hot-headedness, she knew she would miss him and the way his ears always turned red when Hermione was around . . .
Ron shook his head. "No, Ginny, we're gonna miss the train—"
"Thanks, Ron, love you!" shouted Ginny as she rushed by her brother out the portrait hole. Ron's ears turned red and he started to mumble incoherently to himself.
"Hey Ron," said Hermione, coming up behind him. "Where's Ginny?"
Ron shifted his feet. "She was just, you know, saying good-bye to some of her friends . . ."
"Oh," said Hermione. She smiled at Ron and he blushed. Hermione furrowed her brows at this peculiar behavior.
This was, of course, NOT typical Ron-like behavior. Ron never blushed. The truth was, his "feelings" for Hermione had increased greatly over the year, bossiness, know-it-all-ness, bushy hair, and all. He would never admit it to himself . . . it took a certain younger Weasley to pry a bit of his feelings for her out of him, some at least.
"So, Hermione," said Ron, finally looking up from his shifting feet, "what are you doing over the summer?"
That was all the introduction Hermione needed. Her eyes brightened. "Oh, I'm . . ." and she launched into a discussion about how she was going to Cairo to examine some of the ancient wizarding artifacts there, and how it would be so exciting, and such a great learning opportunity, and how she couldn't wait, etcetera, etcetera.
A small smile graced Ron's features. He stared intently at Hermione, nodding here and there, unusually attentive for him. But if you asked him a minute later to reiterate what she had said, he could not repeat one word back. He was too busy watching the way her eyes would brighten and she would jump up and down and smile happily when she talked . . . he simply had to slap himself. He was turning into one of those lovesick idiots.
The problem was, it was just so easy to get into fights with her. They had gotten into at least forty-nine fights in the past year, and all over stupid stuff, like homework or Quidditch. They were practically total opposites. What was that Muggle saying? Opposites attract? Right . . . he just wished she felt the same way. He just wished that he could—
"Ron, what are you going to do this summer, then?"
"Oh, you know, same old, same old . . ." Thinking about Hermione, eating like a cow, thinking about Hermione, playing Quidditch, thinking about Hermione, having the usual chaos when Fred and George come for the summer, thinking about Hermione . . .
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Ginny smiled to herself as she walked towards the Ravenclaw dorm. She and Padma had been good friends since the beginning of the year, since they had stumbled upon the same book in the library and had practically wrestled each other for it. Afterwards, they realized how alike they were, and struck up a friendship, despite House rivalries. Ginny didn't believe in that sort of stuff. Well, except for the malignant Slytherins.
In her excitement in seeing her friend, Ginny didn't notice a certain someone in the shadows.
She walked down a flight of steps to the entrance of the Ravenclaw House. Damn. She had forgotten that she needed the password to visit Padma. She was just about to knock on the portrait when it suddenly swung out.
"Hi," said a voice uncertainly. Terry Boot. Ginny sighed. A number of people, including Padma, were staying at Hogwarts to take a later train. Why did one of them have to be him? This boy was always known for being unbelievably timid and believing everyone was out to get him. "Will you let me in, Terry?" Terry squinted at her. "Please?"
"I don't think I should," said Terry suspiciously. "How do I know you aren't here to get some of the Ravenclaw House secrets, or—"
Ginny rolled her eyes exasperatedly and cut him off. "It's the end of the year, Boot. The train is probably leaving in . . ." she checked her watch. "Half an hour. Leave it alone. Let me in."
Terry shook his head vigorously. "No, I won't."
Ginny glared at Terry. "I just want to see Padma! So, Boot, why don't you take your wand and shove it up your—"
"Ginny!" cried Padma, running out of the portrait hole and up to her friend. She hugged Ginny excitedly. "I haven't seen you in ages!"
Ginny grinned, grateful that she would finally be let in. "Hey, Padma!" she said, hugging back. "I'm so sorry, all the stress of OWLs, you know, but I should've found time—"
"Nonsense," said Padma, waving it away as she stepped back. "My little Ginny has grown! Both this way—" she raised one hand up, palm down in the air, as in height—"and this way." She had a mischievous smile on her face as she put her hands in front of her chest, indicating her . . .bust?
"Padma!" Ginny admonished, slapping her friend over the head playfully and glancing at Terry. He was by the side, staring at them, entranced. She rolled her eyes, took Padma by the hand, and led her into the still open portrait hole, Terry following. He sat down on one of the big, comfy blue couches and stared off into space. ~ What a weird kid, ~ Ginny thought.
Ginny went to the sixth-year girls' dorm, Padma on her heels, and opened the doors. Here she saw the five beds blanketed in blue and the posters of Chris Martin (muggle singer, Padma was half-blood) that she knew so well. She sat down on Padma's bed and continued their discussion.
"It's not true, you know," said Ginny casually, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger. "About the, err, growth." She blushed.
Ginny continued on. "I mean, it doesn't bother me so much anymore. I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'll never get breasts. It's not a big deal."
"Well," said Padma mischievously, with a twinkle in her eye, "it's not as if guys haven't been noticing you. Or, well A guy."
Ginny raised her eyebrow. "If you're talking about Harry, you can have him—"
"No, no," said Padma. "After the way he treated my sister at the Yule Ball?"
Ginny giggled. "That was over two years ago!"
"Yeah, well," said Padma grudgingly, "I'm not one for forgetting."
"So," said Ginny eagerly, leaning forward in her chair, "who is it that seems to have, ah . . . noticed me?"
Padma gave her a little smile. "Surely you know!"
"I wouldn't ask if I didn't, Padma!"
"Well, he's always staring at you . . . a certain blonde-haired Slytherin who has previously never looked your way—"
"Malfoy? Not him again! He doesn't—"
"He's always looking at you with this . . . longing."
"Yeah, longing to—to eat me, or something sordid like—"
Padma started to giggle hysterically. For someone so smart, she sure acted immature at times. Ginny smiled and shook her head.
"Eat you!" she shrieked, rolling on the bed.
Ginny stared at her, halfway between bemused and amused. "You find the weirdest things funny. That didn't come out right. I didn't mean EAT—"
"But that's what you said. Anyway, back to Malfoy."
Ginny sighed. "What about the slimy Slytherin?"
Padma frowned. "You know, the truth is, he is an arrogant, spoiled little rich boy, but he's always so nice to you, from what I've seen, or at least, civil. And he IS pretty cute."
"Looks don't matter half as much as—"
"Never said they did. But that doesn't mean you can't think he's hot."
"I love your logic, Padma."
"That's why I'm in Ravenclaw. Anyways, it's obvious Malfoy has a thing for you. Why, I honestly don't know."
Ginny pinched the bridge of her nose. "He's probably just plotting something, like he wants to impregnate me. Or maybe he's planning to kidnap me for some weird Death Eater plan—win my confidence, then he'll STRIKE!"
"You're an idiot."
"Thanks."
Ginny continued. "Malfoy would never like me. He'd only like hot, curvy, sexy blonde Slytherins—if there ARE any. You could hardly call Pansy Parkinson hot."
"She looks like she has a black eye from all that eye makeup!"
"You read my mind."
"Think about it. Malfoy would only think they're hot and want to lay them, but this is deeper. No 'ffense, Gin, but you're not exactly HOT—"
"Preaching to the choir here, Pad."
"What I mean is I can tell he feels something for you, and it's definitely not lust."
Ginny stared at Padma disbelievingly. "What are you smoking?"
Padma narrowed her eyes and adopted her stern south Indian accent that always caused Ginny bouts of hysteria. She pursed her lips, her eyes radiating with false wrath, and started to yell in loud tones, shaking her finger and baring her teeth. Ginny was nearly falling off the bed with laughter when she happened to glance at her watch.
"Shit!" she yelled. "The train is leaving in two minutes! Bye, Pad, love you!"
Ginny hugged and kissed her friend hurriedly on the cheek and ran off out the Ravenclaw portrait hole.
Ginny practically ran back to Gryffindor dorm. She was such an idiot! She had forgotten her luggage up in her dorm. Now she would have to drag her trunk down, and her broom, and her owl . . . damn!
Ginny quickened her pace and looked at her watch frantically. Less than a minute left until the train would depart. She would have to take a later train if she missed this one, and no one would be there to receive her. She would have to take the Knight Bus, and she hated that bus. All that rocking and jumping made her stomach turn.
Ginny was so busy practically sprinting to Gryffindor dorm when she smacked right into someone. She looked up and was face-to-face with the last person she would want to talk to.
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There she was. She was finally coming out of the portrait whole. He could finally put his plan into action.
His parents were gone for the summer. They were going to France for rest and relaxation, or some such shit. He would be alone in the Manor for two whole months. And he knew exactly how he would occupy his time.
He followed her, still, down a flight of steps to what appeared to be the Ravenclaw dorm entrance. There he saw her converse briefly with a dark-haired boy. Anger undulated in his chest. She was his, only his. Who did this git think he was, talking to her so casually like that?
He heard her tell the boy to shove something up his . . . probably ass. Huh. Colorful. She had spunk.
A pretty Indian girl came running out, hugging her. He wished he were the girl. Well, not exactly.
The girl indicated something, and she slapped her over the head. He laughed silently to himself. Yes, it was true she had no bust, but it was not like he ever really noticed. He loved her for HER. And he needed to prove that. Whether or not his plan would have the desired effect—he didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't bear to have her go home over the summer and find new ways to hate him. He couldn't bear to not be able to see her eat, walk, and talk for two whole months. This was the only way he knew how, with everyone going home over the summer and no contact for two months. He couldn't write; she would probably tear up the letters, or wouldn't believe him. No, this was the best way.
The girls went into the portrait hole, followed by the boy, closing it silently behind them. He would have to wait. The train she was taking would leave in less than twenty-five minutes. He sank into the shadows and waited for her to come out. He would wait forever if he had to.
Ten minutes had passed, and she had still come out. She would be late for her train! Actually, not really. It's not as if she would be getting a chance to actually BOARD the train . . . but he was getting ahead of himself.
There was not much to his plan, in actuality. It would be a clean-cut, effortless carrying out. He would not use his wand to restrain her; it was a much more satisfying feeling to have her in his arms, alive and conscious, fighting no doubt, when he was enacting his plan. Then again, his girl was extremely unpredictable. Half the time, she was this sweet, innocent, naïve girl, and the other half, she was . . . spunky, for lack of a better word. She didn't let anyone walk over her. And that was one of the many things he loved about her. He had long ago told himself not to lose control, not to go into creepy stalker mode, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. Thinking about the humongous breach between their families and how, in the real world, there would be no remote chance of them being together, made him want to pull his hair in frustration.
There she was. She was coming out of the Ravenclaw portrait hole, looking flustered, which was understandable, since the train would depart in a matter of seconds. She started running and he made to follow her, walking in front of her so that he would be able to catch her off guard.
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"I don't have time for you now," Ginny snapped exasperatedly. She glanced at her watch. The train was leaving now! She tried to push the boy away but he caught her arm and gazed at her intensely with a freaky smile. It was, needless to say, very freaky.
"Virginia—"
"It's Ginny, and I'm late, if you haven't noticed, and not very much in the mood for a friendly gab right about now. I need to get to Gryffindor."
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that."
Ginny stared into Draco's gray eyes, and saw a flicker of something very triumphant in their depths. She shook her head and tried to pull away, but Draco yelled something that made her fly back against the wall.
Draco picked up Ginny's wand, having successfully disarmed the girl. Ginny slid back up the wall, extremely wary. She didn't like this feeling of helplessness. She knew that she could hex him to oblivion with her wand before he could say "Honeydukes", but without her wand, she was powerless. Despite her abnormal strength, she was no match for the male Slytherin Seeker. She tried not to think about this as she pushed her head back, staring at him defiantly, her arms folded.
"Give me back my wand," she said calmly.
"You won't be needing it," he said. He twirled it between his fingers.
Ginny began to get desperate. The train was most certainly leaving as of this minute, but if she was lucky, her brother could've stalled it, realizing she wasn't there. She needed to get out of here, fast.
She decided to just knee him in the groin, not caring about the circumstances. She strode up to him, planning to get over with this quickly, when he grabbed her waist, squeezing it almost painfully, and slapped his hand tightly over her mouth, restraining her muffled shouts. He dragged her to a passageway out of the castle, with her struggling and kicking and punching and scratching and biting (and kneeing) to no avail. He dragged her to a passageway of which he knew well and walked off the Hogwarts grounds, careful to be discreet. As soon as he was away from Hogwarts, he Disapparated with a crack.
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A/N: Pleeease REVIEW!! PLEEEEEASE? Did you like it or love it or hate it or despise it or think it was mediocre or think it was crap that should be buried with me deep in the grave? Tell me!! Long reviews are expressly appreciated! :o)
rutupatel – poor draco! I know, half of me feels bad for him about the whole unrequited love thing, but another just wants to slap him for forcing himself on Ginny. My opinion of him in this fic also varies within this chapter. His plan . . . is actually in the summary, though you can tell it with this chapter. Review PWEASE!!!
IceCristal – yes, thank you! That happens in sooo many fics it makes me go "ARGH!" and just irks me. It's so unrealistic, though I did make Draco a bit OOC in this fic. Review PWEASE!!!
Dracoluver2009 – yeah he is bad, but better when with Ginny. Still a bit freaky-stalker-ish, but hopefully he'll get over it. Review PWEASE!!!
Madison27 – yes he did!! He forced himself on her! I don't want to make him a bad person in this fic, but I think if I use the excuse "blinded by his love for Ginny" I could get away with the whole stalker thing . . . LoL. Review PWEASE!!!
Numbluver – thanx, and I hope this is soon enough! Review PWEASE!!!
And now, Coldplay . . . I love them, if you haven't figured that out already! :o)
You said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down
I'm gonna put it six feet underground
I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me, baby, in the crumbling walls
Oh I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires
Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn
And do back the things it did to you in return
You said I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh and I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
Honey, all the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I've made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you need to go on
Said I'm gonna buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside me baby; watch the orange glow
Some will laugh, and some just sit and cry
You just sit down there, and you wonder why
So meet me by the bridge
Meet me by the lane
When am I gonna see that pretty face again
Oh meet me on the road
Meet me where I said
Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head
--Coldplay, A Rush of Blood to the Head
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Chapter 10: Enactment
"Giiiiiiiiiinny!" called Ron up the stairs. "Get your arse down here! You're going to be late!"
Ginny almost tripped on the stairs as she ran down them hastily. "Sorry Ron," she said breathlessly. "I couldn't find my stupid left shoe." Ron rolled his eyes at this. "Just let me say good-bye to one of my Ravenclaw friends."
It was the end of the school year, finally. No more eating in the Great Hall, whizzing by on her broomstick on the Quidditch pitch, or making snide remarks about Snape behind his back with her friends. Well, at least for two months. She was going to be a sixth year! And her brother was going to be in his seventh, along with his friends . . . it seemed so unreal.
Next year would be the last time she'd go on the train with her brother. She would be going alone the year after that. Despite her brother's hot-headedness, she knew she would miss him and the way his ears always turned red when Hermione was around . . .
Ron shook his head. "No, Ginny, we're gonna miss the train—"
"Thanks, Ron, love you!" shouted Ginny as she rushed by her brother out the portrait hole. Ron's ears turned red and he started to mumble incoherently to himself.
"Hey Ron," said Hermione, coming up behind him. "Where's Ginny?"
Ron shifted his feet. "She was just, you know, saying good-bye to some of her friends . . ."
"Oh," said Hermione. She smiled at Ron and he blushed. Hermione furrowed her brows at this peculiar behavior.
This was, of course, NOT typical Ron-like behavior. Ron never blushed. The truth was, his "feelings" for Hermione had increased greatly over the year, bossiness, know-it-all-ness, bushy hair, and all. He would never admit it to himself . . . it took a certain younger Weasley to pry a bit of his feelings for her out of him, some at least.
"So, Hermione," said Ron, finally looking up from his shifting feet, "what are you doing over the summer?"
That was all the introduction Hermione needed. Her eyes brightened. "Oh, I'm . . ." and she launched into a discussion about how she was going to Cairo to examine some of the ancient wizarding artifacts there, and how it would be so exciting, and such a great learning opportunity, and how she couldn't wait, etcetera, etcetera.
A small smile graced Ron's features. He stared intently at Hermione, nodding here and there, unusually attentive for him. But if you asked him a minute later to reiterate what she had said, he could not repeat one word back. He was too busy watching the way her eyes would brighten and she would jump up and down and smile happily when she talked . . . he simply had to slap himself. He was turning into one of those lovesick idiots.
The problem was, it was just so easy to get into fights with her. They had gotten into at least forty-nine fights in the past year, and all over stupid stuff, like homework or Quidditch. They were practically total opposites. What was that Muggle saying? Opposites attract? Right . . . he just wished she felt the same way. He just wished that he could—
"Ron, what are you going to do this summer, then?"
"Oh, you know, same old, same old . . ." Thinking about Hermione, eating like a cow, thinking about Hermione, playing Quidditch, thinking about Hermione, having the usual chaos when Fred and George come for the summer, thinking about Hermione . . .
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Ginny smiled to herself as she walked towards the Ravenclaw dorm. She and Padma had been good friends since the beginning of the year, since they had stumbled upon the same book in the library and had practically wrestled each other for it. Afterwards, they realized how alike they were, and struck up a friendship, despite House rivalries. Ginny didn't believe in that sort of stuff. Well, except for the malignant Slytherins.
In her excitement in seeing her friend, Ginny didn't notice a certain someone in the shadows.
She walked down a flight of steps to the entrance of the Ravenclaw House. Damn. She had forgotten that she needed the password to visit Padma. She was just about to knock on the portrait when it suddenly swung out.
"Hi," said a voice uncertainly. Terry Boot. Ginny sighed. A number of people, including Padma, were staying at Hogwarts to take a later train. Why did one of them have to be him? This boy was always known for being unbelievably timid and believing everyone was out to get him. "Will you let me in, Terry?" Terry squinted at her. "Please?"
"I don't think I should," said Terry suspiciously. "How do I know you aren't here to get some of the Ravenclaw House secrets, or—"
Ginny rolled her eyes exasperatedly and cut him off. "It's the end of the year, Boot. The train is probably leaving in . . ." she checked her watch. "Half an hour. Leave it alone. Let me in."
Terry shook his head vigorously. "No, I won't."
Ginny glared at Terry. "I just want to see Padma! So, Boot, why don't you take your wand and shove it up your—"
"Ginny!" cried Padma, running out of the portrait hole and up to her friend. She hugged Ginny excitedly. "I haven't seen you in ages!"
Ginny grinned, grateful that she would finally be let in. "Hey, Padma!" she said, hugging back. "I'm so sorry, all the stress of OWLs, you know, but I should've found time—"
"Nonsense," said Padma, waving it away as she stepped back. "My little Ginny has grown! Both this way—" she raised one hand up, palm down in the air, as in height—"and this way." She had a mischievous smile on her face as she put her hands in front of her chest, indicating her . . .bust?
"Padma!" Ginny admonished, slapping her friend over the head playfully and glancing at Terry. He was by the side, staring at them, entranced. She rolled her eyes, took Padma by the hand, and led her into the still open portrait hole, Terry following. He sat down on one of the big, comfy blue couches and stared off into space. ~ What a weird kid, ~ Ginny thought.
Ginny went to the sixth-year girls' dorm, Padma on her heels, and opened the doors. Here she saw the five beds blanketed in blue and the posters of Chris Martin (muggle singer, Padma was half-blood) that she knew so well. She sat down on Padma's bed and continued their discussion.
"It's not true, you know," said Ginny casually, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger. "About the, err, growth." She blushed.
Ginny continued on. "I mean, it doesn't bother me so much anymore. I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'll never get breasts. It's not a big deal."
"Well," said Padma mischievously, with a twinkle in her eye, "it's not as if guys haven't been noticing you. Or, well A guy."
Ginny raised her eyebrow. "If you're talking about Harry, you can have him—"
"No, no," said Padma. "After the way he treated my sister at the Yule Ball?"
Ginny giggled. "That was over two years ago!"
"Yeah, well," said Padma grudgingly, "I'm not one for forgetting."
"So," said Ginny eagerly, leaning forward in her chair, "who is it that seems to have, ah . . . noticed me?"
Padma gave her a little smile. "Surely you know!"
"I wouldn't ask if I didn't, Padma!"
"Well, he's always staring at you . . . a certain blonde-haired Slytherin who has previously never looked your way—"
"Malfoy? Not him again! He doesn't—"
"He's always looking at you with this . . . longing."
"Yeah, longing to—to eat me, or something sordid like—"
Padma started to giggle hysterically. For someone so smart, she sure acted immature at times. Ginny smiled and shook her head.
"Eat you!" she shrieked, rolling on the bed.
Ginny stared at her, halfway between bemused and amused. "You find the weirdest things funny. That didn't come out right. I didn't mean EAT—"
"But that's what you said. Anyway, back to Malfoy."
Ginny sighed. "What about the slimy Slytherin?"
Padma frowned. "You know, the truth is, he is an arrogant, spoiled little rich boy, but he's always so nice to you, from what I've seen, or at least, civil. And he IS pretty cute."
"Looks don't matter half as much as—"
"Never said they did. But that doesn't mean you can't think he's hot."
"I love your logic, Padma."
"That's why I'm in Ravenclaw. Anyways, it's obvious Malfoy has a thing for you. Why, I honestly don't know."
Ginny pinched the bridge of her nose. "He's probably just plotting something, like he wants to impregnate me. Or maybe he's planning to kidnap me for some weird Death Eater plan—win my confidence, then he'll STRIKE!"
"You're an idiot."
"Thanks."
Ginny continued. "Malfoy would never like me. He'd only like hot, curvy, sexy blonde Slytherins—if there ARE any. You could hardly call Pansy Parkinson hot."
"She looks like she has a black eye from all that eye makeup!"
"You read my mind."
"Think about it. Malfoy would only think they're hot and want to lay them, but this is deeper. No 'ffense, Gin, but you're not exactly HOT—"
"Preaching to the choir here, Pad."
"What I mean is I can tell he feels something for you, and it's definitely not lust."
Ginny stared at Padma disbelievingly. "What are you smoking?"
Padma narrowed her eyes and adopted her stern south Indian accent that always caused Ginny bouts of hysteria. She pursed her lips, her eyes radiating with false wrath, and started to yell in loud tones, shaking her finger and baring her teeth. Ginny was nearly falling off the bed with laughter when she happened to glance at her watch.
"Shit!" she yelled. "The train is leaving in two minutes! Bye, Pad, love you!"
Ginny hugged and kissed her friend hurriedly on the cheek and ran off out the Ravenclaw portrait hole.
Ginny practically ran back to Gryffindor dorm. She was such an idiot! She had forgotten her luggage up in her dorm. Now she would have to drag her trunk down, and her broom, and her owl . . . damn!
Ginny quickened her pace and looked at her watch frantically. Less than a minute left until the train would depart. She would have to take a later train if she missed this one, and no one would be there to receive her. She would have to take the Knight Bus, and she hated that bus. All that rocking and jumping made her stomach turn.
Ginny was so busy practically sprinting to Gryffindor dorm when she smacked right into someone. She looked up and was face-to-face with the last person she would want to talk to.
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There she was. She was finally coming out of the portrait whole. He could finally put his plan into action.
His parents were gone for the summer. They were going to France for rest and relaxation, or some such shit. He would be alone in the Manor for two whole months. And he knew exactly how he would occupy his time.
He followed her, still, down a flight of steps to what appeared to be the Ravenclaw dorm entrance. There he saw her converse briefly with a dark-haired boy. Anger undulated in his chest. She was his, only his. Who did this git think he was, talking to her so casually like that?
He heard her tell the boy to shove something up his . . . probably ass. Huh. Colorful. She had spunk.
A pretty Indian girl came running out, hugging her. He wished he were the girl. Well, not exactly.
The girl indicated something, and she slapped her over the head. He laughed silently to himself. Yes, it was true she had no bust, but it was not like he ever really noticed. He loved her for HER. And he needed to prove that. Whether or not his plan would have the desired effect—he didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't bear to have her go home over the summer and find new ways to hate him. He couldn't bear to not be able to see her eat, walk, and talk for two whole months. This was the only way he knew how, with everyone going home over the summer and no contact for two months. He couldn't write; she would probably tear up the letters, or wouldn't believe him. No, this was the best way.
The girls went into the portrait hole, followed by the boy, closing it silently behind them. He would have to wait. The train she was taking would leave in less than twenty-five minutes. He sank into the shadows and waited for her to come out. He would wait forever if he had to.
Ten minutes had passed, and she had still come out. She would be late for her train! Actually, not really. It's not as if she would be getting a chance to actually BOARD the train . . . but he was getting ahead of himself.
There was not much to his plan, in actuality. It would be a clean-cut, effortless carrying out. He would not use his wand to restrain her; it was a much more satisfying feeling to have her in his arms, alive and conscious, fighting no doubt, when he was enacting his plan. Then again, his girl was extremely unpredictable. Half the time, she was this sweet, innocent, naïve girl, and the other half, she was . . . spunky, for lack of a better word. She didn't let anyone walk over her. And that was one of the many things he loved about her. He had long ago told himself not to lose control, not to go into creepy stalker mode, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. Thinking about the humongous breach between their families and how, in the real world, there would be no remote chance of them being together, made him want to pull his hair in frustration.
There she was. She was coming out of the Ravenclaw portrait hole, looking flustered, which was understandable, since the train would depart in a matter of seconds. She started running and he made to follow her, walking in front of her so that he would be able to catch her off guard.
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"I don't have time for you now," Ginny snapped exasperatedly. She glanced at her watch. The train was leaving now! She tried to push the boy away but he caught her arm and gazed at her intensely with a freaky smile. It was, needless to say, very freaky.
"Virginia—"
"It's Ginny, and I'm late, if you haven't noticed, and not very much in the mood for a friendly gab right about now. I need to get to Gryffindor."
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that."
Ginny stared into Draco's gray eyes, and saw a flicker of something very triumphant in their depths. She shook her head and tried to pull away, but Draco yelled something that made her fly back against the wall.
Draco picked up Ginny's wand, having successfully disarmed the girl. Ginny slid back up the wall, extremely wary. She didn't like this feeling of helplessness. She knew that she could hex him to oblivion with her wand before he could say "Honeydukes", but without her wand, she was powerless. Despite her abnormal strength, she was no match for the male Slytherin Seeker. She tried not to think about this as she pushed her head back, staring at him defiantly, her arms folded.
"Give me back my wand," she said calmly.
"You won't be needing it," he said. He twirled it between his fingers.
Ginny began to get desperate. The train was most certainly leaving as of this minute, but if she was lucky, her brother could've stalled it, realizing she wasn't there. She needed to get out of here, fast.
She decided to just knee him in the groin, not caring about the circumstances. She strode up to him, planning to get over with this quickly, when he grabbed her waist, squeezing it almost painfully, and slapped his hand tightly over her mouth, restraining her muffled shouts. He dragged her to a passageway out of the castle, with her struggling and kicking and punching and scratching and biting (and kneeing) to no avail. He dragged her to a passageway of which he knew well and walked off the Hogwarts grounds, careful to be discreet. As soon as he was away from Hogwarts, he Disapparated with a crack.
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A/N: Pleeease REVIEW!! PLEEEEEASE? Did you like it or love it or hate it or despise it or think it was mediocre or think it was crap that should be buried with me deep in the grave? Tell me!! Long reviews are expressly appreciated! :o)
rutupatel – poor draco! I know, half of me feels bad for him about the whole unrequited love thing, but another just wants to slap him for forcing himself on Ginny. My opinion of him in this fic also varies within this chapter. His plan . . . is actually in the summary, though you can tell it with this chapter. Review PWEASE!!!
IceCristal – yes, thank you! That happens in sooo many fics it makes me go "ARGH!" and just irks me. It's so unrealistic, though I did make Draco a bit OOC in this fic. Review PWEASE!!!
Dracoluver2009 – yeah he is bad, but better when with Ginny. Still a bit freaky-stalker-ish, but hopefully he'll get over it. Review PWEASE!!!
Madison27 – yes he did!! He forced himself on her! I don't want to make him a bad person in this fic, but I think if I use the excuse "blinded by his love for Ginny" I could get away with the whole stalker thing . . . LoL. Review PWEASE!!!
Numbluver – thanx, and I hope this is soon enough! Review PWEASE!!!
And now, Coldplay . . . I love them, if you haven't figured that out already! :o)
You said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down
I'm gonna put it six feet underground
I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me, baby, in the crumbling walls
Oh I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires
Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn
And do back the things it did to you in return
You said I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh and I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
Honey, all the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I've made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you need to go on
Said I'm gonna buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside me baby; watch the orange glow
Some will laugh, and some just sit and cry
You just sit down there, and you wonder why
So meet me by the bridge
Meet me by the lane
When am I gonna see that pretty face again
Oh meet me on the road
Meet me where I said
Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head
--Coldplay, A Rush of Blood to the Head