Hi! This part's basically a romance, not funny. But
I want it to be more humorous, though I need ideas!
This is a bit more D/G, but I think I might want to
have a little sexual tension between two members of
the 'Dream Team' aka Harry, Ron and Hermione! If it will
be H/H or H/R, you the reviewers will decide! Vote in
your reviews! Plot's mine, the characters are JK Rowling's,
the speech comes from a book called 'Paris To The Moon'
by Adam Gopnik, and hopefully Cassie, none of this resembles
any of your fabulous work! I also need ideas no what
should happen next, so please email me with some at
'optimistic_88@msn.com'
Thanx! R/R
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Ginny felt her neck cramp, woke up and decided to change
position. She hadn'tmoved in over an hour and was starting
to feel herself blend in with the drab, colorless, interior
of the car. Her eyes spread open as if crawling out of a
shell and she stared without blinking because tears
might have formed. Ginny found herself spread across Draco.
'Damn him, damn Draco! Why does my enemy
have to be so dead sexy? How can someone make me feel so
pissed off and yet so lustful at the same time? Why isn't he
a boyfriend? So he'd be taken, not left out in the open,
for me to long for? Why?'
"What are you doing here Weasely? Get the hell off of me!"
Draco was now wide-awake, unlike how he had been just seconds
ago. Ginny tried to look normal: annoyed, angry, but the
sounds of his mouth forming shapes
blocked out many of his words. She crossed her legs and turned
them in the direction of the door. She didn't want to hear
his voice-it seemed to taunt her. 'Come to think of it,
why was she here in the back? She turned around to the other
side of her, finding Ron asleep, dead as a doorknob.
Oh, I guess Harry must have switched places with me when I
first fell asleep.' Draco shifted uneasily, under her weight.
"Ginny, are you alright?"
Draco asked. His voice now brought down several notches,
to almost a whisper. Her body seemed to have been waiting
for this conversation, waiting for her to allow the reaction, the
release.
"Um..yeah. Just tired, I guess." 'Why am I taking this,
why am I letting him turn my usually articulate speech
into clichés?!? I want to see my face as I roll my eyes
and play the bitch, grimace as I mask
it in chalky concealer and feel the forms of my features as I twist
them for him.' Draco didn't seem to think she looked 'fine' or 'OK.'
Because without a word, he gently pushed her head back down, coming
to a stop at his chest. "Thanks." Ginny said sleepily, as she fell
back into a deep sleep.
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A/N: Sorry about Ginny's Dramatic thoughts! But we all know what
a little Drama Queen she is!
__________________________________________________________________
Ginny awoke again to find herself in shotgun, with Draco
at the wheel. The 'Dream Team' tied up together, all asleep
in the back. 'Was I ever in the back of the car? Was the
whole conversation with Draco a dream? Please god,let it have
been real!' Ginny's thoughts were broken as Draco asked:
"Ginny, do you want some coffee? It's fresh!"
"Huh? Oh, sure." She replied, as he took the cup
from Draco's hands.
"Draco, how long have I been out?"
"What's with all this formal crap Ginny? Calling me Draco?"
"And you should talk?"
"Anyway, you've been out I'd say-three or four hours. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Oh." Everything was silent for about twenty miles till
Ginny asked:
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Where are we?"
"That's a good question. But I don't know the answer."
"So basically you're driving without knowing exactly where
you're going?"
"That would be correct."
"How long do you think it will take to get home?"
"I have no clue, I have no clue Gin."
_______________________________________________________________
Two hours later Draco pulled over to an odd-looking gas
station. After Draco had woken everybody up (either by yelling,
shaking, or *shrudders* by singing horrible tunes
(from such children's shows like 'Sesame Street' or 'Blues
Clues',) they slowly got out of the car (after hitting Draco in the
head for his 'superb' way of waking everybody up) to feast their
blood shot eyes on an immense crowd off towards the left corner
of the station. After the guys had filled up the gas tank,
the group walked towards the crowd, to see what all the hubbub was
about.
A short man, about 5'9 with a very evident comb-over was
giving a speech. The group came just in time to hear his
conclusion to his speech. "In the middle of the
winter I happened to see, during some
stray roundup of the year's events on CNN international, a clip of
another familiar American figure, his arms around
his wife and child, swaying and humming as he watched the
fireworks go off. I suddenly got it. The nose; the rocking
motion; above all, the squinty-eyed, aw-shucks, just-a-big-lug
smile: Barney is Bill Clinton for three-year olds. Or, rather,
Bill Clinton is Barney for adults. He serves the same role for
the jumpy American liberals that Barney does for children: He
reassures without really instructing. The physical resemblance
alone is eerie. There's the odd combination that both are tall
withoutreally being imposing, the perpetually swaying body,
the unvaryingsmile, even the disconcerting chubby
thighs-everything but the purple skin. They are
representations of pure need: Wanting to be hugged, they hug.
Barney just told kids he loved them, and they loved him too,
damn it! So this is why I think you people should elect me
head gasman! Thank you."
"Wow!!!"
"Holy shit!"
"OK."
"What type of medication do you think he's on?"
"I was reading some Muggle newspaper and they said some
crazy person just escaped from St. Helen's "It's OK To Cry"
Mental Hospital. Do you think that was him?"
"Well, I'm never going to this gas station again.
Though I hope that poor, lost soul wins the 'election.'
His speech was so 'moving.'"
And, that, was all that was said.
__________________________________________________________
I'm not going to write anything else right now, because it's
getting kind of boring. I need ideas on what should happen next.
There needs to be a little more excitement! Sorry about the
speech,I know it's weird! But I think it's rather odd and a
bit funny, so I said 'What the hell, I'll go for it!" And
there you have it,the weirdness that is me! R/R Thanx again
to all the reviewers!!!!!!
Velveteen Rabbit- That's so sweet! Thanx for the memory!
I LIVE TO READ FAN FICS- Thanx, and I do write on! Though I
need ideas *wink, wink*
Perdita- I didn't think it was that funny, but OK. Thanx!
Athena- Ok, thanx!
Weasely Accountant- LOL, thanx!
Paper Caper- Thanx!
Fallen*Angel- Is it less confusing now? And what was so confusing
before??
Shareen- I will, thanx!
Ginny5- Sorry, I just thought that that part would have been
more 'scary' then if it was Draco's baby. She would have
liked that! Especiallysince this G/D vibe is happening now.
Get some sleep, will you! And drink plenty of coffee!!! Thanx!
*Ginny*- Are you happy now? I need suggestions! *wink, wink*
Thanx! R/R?
I want it to be more humorous, though I need ideas!
This is a bit more D/G, but I think I might want to
have a little sexual tension between two members of
the 'Dream Team' aka Harry, Ron and Hermione! If it will
be H/H or H/R, you the reviewers will decide! Vote in
your reviews! Plot's mine, the characters are JK Rowling's,
the speech comes from a book called 'Paris To The Moon'
by Adam Gopnik, and hopefully Cassie, none of this resembles
any of your fabulous work! I also need ideas no what
should happen next, so please email me with some at
'optimistic_88@msn.com'
Thanx! R/R
______________________________________________________________
Ginny felt her neck cramp, woke up and decided to change
position. She hadn'tmoved in over an hour and was starting
to feel herself blend in with the drab, colorless, interior
of the car. Her eyes spread open as if crawling out of a
shell and she stared without blinking because tears
might have formed. Ginny found herself spread across Draco.
'Damn him, damn Draco! Why does my enemy
have to be so dead sexy? How can someone make me feel so
pissed off and yet so lustful at the same time? Why isn't he
a boyfriend? So he'd be taken, not left out in the open,
for me to long for? Why?'
"What are you doing here Weasely? Get the hell off of me!"
Draco was now wide-awake, unlike how he had been just seconds
ago. Ginny tried to look normal: annoyed, angry, but the
sounds of his mouth forming shapes
blocked out many of his words. She crossed her legs and turned
them in the direction of the door. She didn't want to hear
his voice-it seemed to taunt her. 'Come to think of it,
why was she here in the back? She turned around to the other
side of her, finding Ron asleep, dead as a doorknob.
Oh, I guess Harry must have switched places with me when I
first fell asleep.' Draco shifted uneasily, under her weight.
"Ginny, are you alright?"
Draco asked. His voice now brought down several notches,
to almost a whisper. Her body seemed to have been waiting
for this conversation, waiting for her to allow the reaction, the
release.
"Um..yeah. Just tired, I guess." 'Why am I taking this,
why am I letting him turn my usually articulate speech
into clichés?!? I want to see my face as I roll my eyes
and play the bitch, grimace as I mask
it in chalky concealer and feel the forms of my features as I twist
them for him.' Draco didn't seem to think she looked 'fine' or 'OK.'
Because without a word, he gently pushed her head back down, coming
to a stop at his chest. "Thanks." Ginny said sleepily, as she fell
back into a deep sleep.
__________________________________________________________________
A/N: Sorry about Ginny's Dramatic thoughts! But we all know what
a little Drama Queen she is!
__________________________________________________________________
Ginny awoke again to find herself in shotgun, with Draco
at the wheel. The 'Dream Team' tied up together, all asleep
in the back. 'Was I ever in the back of the car? Was the
whole conversation with Draco a dream? Please god,let it have
been real!' Ginny's thoughts were broken as Draco asked:
"Ginny, do you want some coffee? It's fresh!"
"Huh? Oh, sure." She replied, as he took the cup
from Draco's hands.
"Draco, how long have I been out?"
"What's with all this formal crap Ginny? Calling me Draco?"
"And you should talk?"
"Anyway, you've been out I'd say-three or four hours. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Oh." Everything was silent for about twenty miles till
Ginny asked:
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Where are we?"
"That's a good question. But I don't know the answer."
"So basically you're driving without knowing exactly where
you're going?"
"That would be correct."
"How long do you think it will take to get home?"
"I have no clue, I have no clue Gin."
_______________________________________________________________
Two hours later Draco pulled over to an odd-looking gas
station. After Draco had woken everybody up (either by yelling,
shaking, or *shrudders* by singing horrible tunes
(from such children's shows like 'Sesame Street' or 'Blues
Clues',) they slowly got out of the car (after hitting Draco in the
head for his 'superb' way of waking everybody up) to feast their
blood shot eyes on an immense crowd off towards the left corner
of the station. After the guys had filled up the gas tank,
the group walked towards the crowd, to see what all the hubbub was
about.
A short man, about 5'9 with a very evident comb-over was
giving a speech. The group came just in time to hear his
conclusion to his speech. "In the middle of the
winter I happened to see, during some
stray roundup of the year's events on CNN international, a clip of
another familiar American figure, his arms around
his wife and child, swaying and humming as he watched the
fireworks go off. I suddenly got it. The nose; the rocking
motion; above all, the squinty-eyed, aw-shucks, just-a-big-lug
smile: Barney is Bill Clinton for three-year olds. Or, rather,
Bill Clinton is Barney for adults. He serves the same role for
the jumpy American liberals that Barney does for children: He
reassures without really instructing. The physical resemblance
alone is eerie. There's the odd combination that both are tall
withoutreally being imposing, the perpetually swaying body,
the unvaryingsmile, even the disconcerting chubby
thighs-everything but the purple skin. They are
representations of pure need: Wanting to be hugged, they hug.
Barney just told kids he loved them, and they loved him too,
damn it! So this is why I think you people should elect me
head gasman! Thank you."
"Wow!!!"
"Holy shit!"
"OK."
"What type of medication do you think he's on?"
"I was reading some Muggle newspaper and they said some
crazy person just escaped from St. Helen's "It's OK To Cry"
Mental Hospital. Do you think that was him?"
"Well, I'm never going to this gas station again.
Though I hope that poor, lost soul wins the 'election.'
His speech was so 'moving.'"
And, that, was all that was said.
__________________________________________________________
I'm not going to write anything else right now, because it's
getting kind of boring. I need ideas on what should happen next.
There needs to be a little more excitement! Sorry about the
speech,I know it's weird! But I think it's rather odd and a
bit funny, so I said 'What the hell, I'll go for it!" And
there you have it,the weirdness that is me! R/R Thanx again
to all the reviewers!!!!!!
Velveteen Rabbit- That's so sweet! Thanx for the memory!
I LIVE TO READ FAN FICS- Thanx, and I do write on! Though I
need ideas *wink, wink*
Perdita- I didn't think it was that funny, but OK. Thanx!
Athena- Ok, thanx!
Weasely Accountant- LOL, thanx!
Paper Caper- Thanx!
Fallen*Angel- Is it less confusing now? And what was so confusing
before??
Shareen- I will, thanx!
Ginny5- Sorry, I just thought that that part would have been
more 'scary' then if it was Draco's baby. She would have
liked that! Especiallysince this G/D vibe is happening now.
Get some sleep, will you! And drink plenty of coffee!!! Thanx!
*Ginny*- Are you happy now? I need suggestions! *wink, wink*
Thanx! R/R?