A/N: acedevil - you're joking... Right? You are aware that this is a FAN FICTION right? Emphasis on the FAN. As in I am a FAN of Harry Potter and as such write my own fiction based on the Harry Potter universe. Please, tell me exactly how it is that you feel that I don't know anything about the Harry Potter world. Also, again, because this is a FAN FICTION I can do what I want to the characters and the world. In this case, I've introduced several concepts into the world, but I'm letting the characters act as they would in the Harry Potter world if these had been put in. In case you're wondering about things like: Why is Dumbledore still alive/why is Snape teaching Potions instead of Slughorn, why is Professor Burbage not teaching Muggle Studies, and why is Professor Sinestra not teaching Astronomy. I'm also sure you're wondering about my spell ideas/potion ideas, and the fact that there are laptops. Let me remind you, this is a FAN FICTION. It doesn't have to be entirely correct. In this case, I merely haven't gotten around to explaining about Professors Sinestra or Burbage, or why Dumbledore is still alive *though it is worthy to note that in my first attempt to write this fanfic comes from BEFORE book six, in which case, Snape was still teaching potions, Dumbledore was still alive, and Harry was still planning to go to year seven. On top of that it did help my plan for the story, so I decided to keep it like that. If you want to read something that was written by someone who doesn't have a clue about the Harry Potter universe, may I suggest reading My Immortal. Just google "worst fanfic".
DoneDiedLastYear:
acedevil: Wait, what? You did NOT just say that! Honestly! No, duh! Really? Wow... I can't even forn logical, conherent sentences! Gah... HONESTLY! This is a FanFiction, giving writers with creative ideas the chance to express them by writing them, using their favorite characters! With FanFiction, you get the chance to bend the characters to your will... Honestly! Ugh... did you want her to rewrite the freaking book for you?
Not trying to be rude, but, sometimes... people these days!
Now, onto a happier note, I'm glad you loved it DoneDiedLastYear :P And thank you for ranting with me :3
mep: Not sure what the thank you was for, but I'm guessing you liked it? In any case, thanks for taking the time to review ^^
Ginny
The news spread about the school like wildfire. I do have to be fair and admit that I did my part in helping that. Before I knew it, it was Friday, and time for Draco and myself to meet with Professor Dumbledore. The potion was fine without constant attention for the day, thankfully, so we both headed up there together.
Dumbledore asked us a few things, and we responded. It felt like way more than a week had passed since I had caught the group of giggling girls gathering outside the Slytherin compartment to stare at Blaise and Draco. One week, and so much had already happened.
Then it was the weekend.
"You can have nights, and I'll take days." Draco said, handing me a schedule he'd made as to how we should tackle the potion assignment. I glanced at it, and shrugged, agreeing. I still didn't feel too comfortable around Draco lately. Ever since I'd told him to come into bed, and felt comfortable with his arm around my waist.
How was that comforting? Why had that felt right? It was so wrong. I knew it was wrong. I knew with all of my mind, just how wrong it was, but there had just been something about it, at the time...
"Why did I have to be the one who got saddled with tutoring Draco?" I asked as I sat down next to Luna for dinner. The Ravenclaws weren't surprised to see me, and some smiled at me when they saw me.
"You'd have to ask Professor Dumbledore to know that." Luna said. "Though I think it has something to do with Voldemort."
"What?" I asked her. How could anything I do have anything to do with Voldemort?
"Well, I can't say for sure. But I think that Dumbledore might want to push you two together to try and heal the gash between your families. He saw your sparks and similarities, and your compatibility and thought it might help to fight Voldemort if the wizarding world healed."
"What do you mean?" I didn't bother asking Luna about me and Draco being compatible. She really did live in a world all her own sometimes.
"Well, Voldemort originally found wounds in the wizarding world, and used those to help him take power. He found people who would do anything for power and superiority, and he appealed to their nature."
"Huh? What's that got to do with wounds in the wizarding world?"
"Families had problems with each other. They were fighting already, and then he came about, and just made it worse. Rubbing salt in the wounds, so to speak. He studied the great pureblood families, and drove spikes in between already fighting families."
"O-kay."
"I think that Dumbledore is hoping that by the two of you spending time together, and getting to know and even like each other, you two might cure the rift between your two families."
Well, I did have to admit that made some kinda sense. But seriously? There was no way I was going to like Malfoy.
Draco
What was wrong with me? As soon as Ginny came up to take over potion duty, I left to get dinner, but I wasn't feeling hungry. Instead I went to the Hospital Wing. There had to be something wrong with me.
Madam Pomfrey was there, and looked me up and down when I walked into her office, before raising an eyebrow.
"Stomach ache, Mr Malfoy?"
"No, Madam. I just... I think something's wrong with me."
"Dragon pox?"
"No, not that sorta wrong. I... I just feel weird. There's this... thing. I can't get it out of my head, but I can't do anything about it."
"Sounds to me, like you'd be better off talking to a friend about this, rather than your nurse."
"But it's got to be something wrong with me!"
"There's nothing wrong with you, Mr. Malfoy. Now, if you don't mind, take your crush, and get out of my office so I can deal with people who are actually sick. By the way, I like your hair."
I think my cheeks must have matched my perma-dyed hair at this point.
"But-"
"No buts, Mister. Turn around and go talk to Mr. Zabini is it who you're friends with? Or Misters Crabbe and Goyle, perhaps?"
"Sorry for taking up your time." I said, turning sharply and practically running out of the hospital wing.
No one was around, to which I was grateful. It was after hours already, and I was glad that I didn't have to worry about running into anyone on my way to the Slytherin Common Room.
Ginny was putting extra strength potion wrap on top of the cauldron. The clear substance instantly clouded over as the fumes from the boiling potion met it.
"Hey." I said. She glanced up at me, and smiled. That smile lit up her face. I really hope that my face wasn't still red. I had walked around for a bit outside trying to cool down.
"Hey." She said, before returning her attention once more to the potion, tapping her wand on the sides of the potion wrap to make sure it clung.
"You won't mind if I spell your curtains lightproof, will you?" she asked, as she looked at the silver lace curtains that hung in the window.
"Go ahead. I've tried, but never mastered that spell." Ginny smiled again, and I had to sit down on my bed to keep my knees from knocking.
"Nox perma." She said, aiming her wand to the curtains. The lace shimmered for a moment. "Open the window." I did as she asked. "Lumos maxima." She said, throwing the spell out side the window. It hovered there, as I closed the curtains. No light was allowed through.
"Nox perma?" I asked her.
"And a simple pointing motion."
I tried it on the other curtains in the room. These ones a vivid green, when I slept in on weekends it was usually the sun shining green through these that woke me up.
They shimmered, and Ginny moved the light from outside the white curtains to outside the green ones. We couldn't see anything through them. I had tried this spell before, but it had never worked properly.
"There we go." Ginny beamed at me. "Now we just need to leave it for a week, and make sure the fire keeps a constant temperature." Frowning at that last thought, she cast a few spells on the room and in an instant it was still. The cooling spell it had on it during the warmer months was nulled, and there was now nothing that would affect the fire which was causing the potion to boil.
"Fantastic." I said, and glanced in at the now silver glittering potion. "So that's all pretty much prepped then?"
"Yeah." She said, and she leaned back so she was lying down on my thick dark green carpet. "I like the pattern." She said, her voice soft as she turned around so she was lying on her stomach. I watched her as she used her finger to trace the pattern of silver through the green.
Rather than lying down on my bed, I lay down beside her, and added my finger to hers, helping her trace the intricate pattern.
"You look good with red hair." She commented. I didn't think so. I looked like one of her brothers.
"Hardly."
"It suits you. So would a few freckles, you know..." Ginny trailed off, looking at my face, and I saw her dark brown eyes looking at my pale skin.
"So you want to turn me into a Weasley, huh?"
"You'd look better as a Weasley than I would as a Malfoy."
"You'd look gorgeous as a Malfoy." Even as I said it I imagined her red hair turned blonde, her skin even paler, her eyes the same colourless grey as mine... But it didn't work. In my mind I added a sheen of red to the golden hair I'd given her, and changed her eyes back to chocolate brown. She was right, I guess.
Blaise
Ew. What the hell were they talking about? Wait, I heard my name.
"So, what's Blaise's boggart?"
"Can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because he told me in confidence."
"What if I made a bet with you?"
"So if I lost I would have to tell you Blaise's boggart?"
"Unless I find out before then."
"Then what?"
"Then... I'll get back to you. What if you win?"
"You tell me your boggart."
"Only fair. Okay. If I win and I find out Blaise's boggart before then you have to tell me his patronus."
"Deal."
Did I miss something?
"Wait... What's this bet on?"
"Oh! I know! Whoever gets the most house points tomorrow!"
"Hmmmm... As in whichever house has the most points?"
"No! I mean record how many points you earn for your house, and I'll record how many points I make for Gryffindor. Then we compare, and whoever got the most wins."
"What if neither of us get any points?"
"Then we're failures and we need to come up with a new bet?"
"I guess..."
"Is this supposed to mean anything, or just be pretty?"
"I think it's supposed to just be pretty."
"Wrong."
"What?"
"It's spell language."
"What?"
Yeah, what?
Luna
Emilia Watts, a girl in my dormitory, held me captive in front of the mirror.
"Oooh, this dress would be gorgeous on you!" She said, as she held a blue dress against my pale skin, and swished the skirt about.
"I want to wear-"
"Oh! I know! How about this?" She pulled a pair of blue jeans and a silver top out of my wardrobe and held them up. "For a more casual date?"
"Great, but I want my-"
"This top looks gorgeous on you! Don't you want to wear it?"
"I do but I-"
"Okay, this top. Oh! There was a gorgeous royal blue skirt I saw in there!"
"But I want to-"
"Just look! It looks amazing with your eyes. And the blue and silver really show off your house pride."
"Green!" I shouted. "I want to wear green!" She stepped back.
"Woah, woah, okay, Loone-Luna. Here. I saw this as I was grabbing your blue jeans out." She pulled a pair of green skinny jeans I had found in an op shop once. I had fallen in love with them, though I'd never really worn them yet. She grabbed out a pair of silver slippers, but by this point I just ignored her suggestion and grabbed some silver sneakers I had.
Putting my clothes on, the off the shoulder silver shirt seemed to shine. I smiled, and for a moment could have sworn my eyes changed green to match the jeans, but then they were back to their usual blue.
"You look great." Emilia said. "Oh! Wanna borrow my lucky necklace?" She didn't wait for my answer, and just put it on me. There was a blue stone set in silver, on a silver chain, but it did go well with the silver and green. Emilia's eyes teared up. "You're so grown up!" Must. Not. Roll. Eyes.
Grabbing the picture Blaise drew me of a Crumple Horned Snorcack, and slipping it into my purse, with my galleons, I endured her hug before leaving the Ravenclaw dormitory.
Blaise was waiting for me in the Great Hall, holding his arm out for me. I smiled, and took his arm, and we headed out to Hogsmeade together. I saw Ginny in a pair of jeans so old the original blue had faded to white, and so large she was using rope to keep it to her tiny waist, along with an old white blouse that hung off of her.
"Have a fun date." Ginny said, as she bent down to pick up some more rubbish.
"What was that about?"
"A bet."
"Oh. Like me?"
Blaise
Uh... Yes? No! I couldn't tell her that! But I wanted to be honest...
"No. Not like you. You were a bet between immature boys. This was a bet between people who don't want to admit they like each other."
"What will Ginny win?"
"My boggart."
"Oooh?"
"It's a..." I flushed. "Well, it changes every time. It's whoever I most recently... you know... telling me that she's pregnant."
"Why can't you just tell Ginny that?"
"Because I will when she learns the hard way that Draco doesn't like losing."
"Oh, she already knows that."
A/N: Sorry about the above rant. DoneDiedLastYear helped. As noted. Look, people. I can handle bad reviews, really I can. I can handle people telling me that my writing's horrible, my spelling fails, my grammar is incorrect, and my plot is nonsensical and all together everything makes for something worse than My Immortal. But when someone says something that stupid? Well, you get the point. In any case, review. Anything that isn't saying "I'm reading Fanfiction and complaining about it because it's not like Harry Potter!"... *Offers cookies*
