Ginger Chap 7
By Ice Queen (ice_queen_5@hotmail.com)
Category: Romance/humor
Keywords: Draco, Ginny, Weasley,
Rating: G
Spoilers: All four Books, but not really.
Summary: Draco keeps having these dreams, and they're throwing off his bad boy groove. But they aren't scary... Cept for him, that is. D/G
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: My... My my... *Fans herself in bad southern impression* I do declare, you people seem to be enjoying the way I torment poor Draco! Welcome all newcomers! Loyal friends and D/G lovers all!! I love hearing all you say, so please, feel free to comment! As I said last chapter, we're getting into the PLOT part of the story, so don't be surprised if there's more than jokes here. I say MORE, because I need jokes to survive. Even if they are obscure... I'll stop now and let you get to reading^_^ Enjoy!
Chapter 7: Bright Side of Life
He's such an arse... I should never have even talked to him, no matter what the teachers said, I should have just... I don't know, but anything would have been better than doing something as stupid as falling in love with a Malfoy. And to top it off, I go and practically throw my heart at his feet. What was I smoking?
That's it, I'm serious this time, I'm never even going to talk to another male as long as I live... unless I'm related to them. And maybe not even then...
Maybe there's a witch convent, like in those muggle movies I could dedicate my life to God and helping children. Yeah, that's it. Or maybe I could go to work for the twins and spend the rest of my life blowing things up for profit. Just as long as I don't have to work with males...
"G-Ginny... You... Are you all right, now?" She looked up to see a slightly blushing Harry staring at her in concern. "I mean... It can't be all that bad, can it? I'm sure there's just some small misund-"
She glared at him, shoving past the stuttering brunette and running up the stairs to the girls' dorm room. Hey, that was kinda fun... This whole not talking to males thing might not be so bad, after all...
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Ginny came down from her dorm a while later, not caring that she had skipped History of Magic, or that she would most likely get a detention tomorrow. There in the Common room were her brothers, Fred and George. Fred had his hands tilted in a bad imitation of the muggle movie Godfather, while George stood behind his chair, his hands behind his back and his most ferocious scowl in place.
"I'm ashamed of you, my little sister. You should have come to us in da first place." Fred stated, trying to affect a Boston accent. "We could 'ave... Solved this minor dilemma for yous. That's wha' La Familia is for."
George cleared his throat. "And may your first child be a masculine- Wait... wrong show..." He coughed, covering up his grin. "Oh, by the way, love the new 'do. Quite smashing!"
Fred turned, glaring at his twin for ruining the mood. "Anyway, we heard you've given up boys. Quite right of you, dirty, nasty creatures they are, much too lowly for our little sister, wotwot!"
"I fully agree, brother dearest. Little Ginny is much too good for anyone. And I know for a fact, boys have cooties!" The twins started laughing hysterically, grateful that they would no longer have to threaten any boy that even looked at Ginny behind her back. Now they could do it in front of her!
"'Little Ginny?' I don't suppose you've something to tell me, do you?" Ginny asked, smelling an over-protective brother scheme. "Perhaps why I've not been asked out for the last five years? Or why certain Hufflepuff boys run screaming whenever they see me?" The twins stood, inching towards the door. She pulled out her wand and they ran.
"And what of the fellow that wets himself every time he sees two redheads together?" Soon the two were racing down the stairs with an irate redhead on their back, screaming at them. "Or the one who still needs a nightlight because of 'Attacking Weasels?' HE'S IN SIXTH YEAR!! I thought it were Ron's fault, but I see I was mistaken!!"
"I do believe she's serious this time, Gred."
"Aye, that she is Feorge, 'tis a beautiful sight."
"We taught her well." They pretended to wipe away tears as they went, running straight into the source of the problems with a grunt. Draco Malfoy lay flat on the ground, tossed by two large redheaded objects colliding with him. "Ha! Manna from heaven!"
"Or at least a sacrificial goat." The twins pulled him up, shoving him directly between themselves and Ginny's wand.
"Bloody hell, first they run into me, now they want to sacrifice-" Draco stopped, seeing a very irate witch in front of him, her eyes blazing and her wand aimed directly at his heart.
"Let the prat go, or I'll owl mum." She threatened, making the two redheads drop the blonde on the floor again. "I have years worth of payback to get in now, so I suggest you make peace with any gods you think still like you." It was almost amusing to see two burly redheads cower at the sight of such a small little thing.
"Now, Ginny, you're too good for a measly Hufflepuff and you know it! You need someone strong! A good Gryffindor would be-"
"Shut it, Fred. I can make my own decisions."
"Not when your decisions include MALFOY!!" George growled, stepping forward. Ginny pocketed her wand, running her hand through her now short hair and grimacing. Draco stepped forward, irate, but stopped at her next words.
"Aye, you have the right of it there. But... who told you?" She growled. Draco dropped back, leaning against the wall just out of reach. There was no way in Heaven, Hell, or in between he would miss this conversation. In fact, it seemed the group had gained an audience.
"How can it not be obvious? You're our little sister and we just offered you the chance to take down a bloody Malfoy and you gave it up! That means A) you've gone insane, or B) You're in love with the prat."
"But... isn't that the same thing?"
"Shut it Fred. I'm winning this round."
"All right. I suppose I'll let you live. Just... leave me be for now, I have some... arse to get over." They nodded, pulling her into a group hug, just so they could glare at Draco over her head. He could have sworn he saw them mouthing threats as well, but it wasn't the time to bring it up.
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"Hey, George, was it just me or did the bouncing ferret seem oddly quiet?"
"Yeah, usually he would have been threatening us with his father... You don't suppose..."
"Aye, that's what I thought as well."
"Why that dirty dog! Who woulda thunk it?"
"I still don't agree though, he's not good enough for our Gin." Fred smirked. "But did you see the look on 'is face when she called him an arse? Bloody priceless!"
"Aye. You don't suppose he'll..."
"Right you are! We'll have us a grand show for the next week or so."
"Righto! Brother Dearest!"
And had Ginny been paying attention to their conversations rather then wondering what might explode whilst they were holding her, she would have been horrified.
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It's for the best, I'm better off without having to deal with her family. Bloody insane group.
You're lyin, Da, you think they's more entertainin' than not.
Yeah, ya like the twins j'st fine when you're old.
They's our fav'rite unkas!
They're annoying gits that ought to mind their own bloody business.
That sound's real fa'miliar, Anton'a.
Yep! Heard it j'st las' week when they caught him tryin' Unka Charlie's leather pants on.
Were they black? Wait... Didn't I tell you two to stop bothering me?
Yep! At leas' ten times a day!
It figures.
At least the next day was Saturday, plus a trip to Hogsmeade. It would also be the last time Ginny would have to see him after lunch. Not that he had gotten any help with the dreams so far, if anything, having two imaginary characters speaking to him during the day was enough to convince him that the task was frankly helpless. By this time Draco never even questioned his insanity, merely sat back to enjoy the ride.
At least I won't be alone in my insanity, I have two little demon children walking me through it.
That's the ticket, Da! Look on the bright side!
Always look on da bri-ight side of life!
Do do! Do dodododododoo!
Always look on da bright side of life!
SHUDDUP YOU ANNOYING LITTLE GITS! I can't stand Monty Python.
You's lyin', you watch that movie once a month, rain or shine. Me and Anton'a have the lyrics mem'rized all ready.
Heh... I knew a Weasley kid would drive me insane one day.
But... we're Malfoys.
Only in name, brats, only in name.
And if anyone wondered why Draco Malfoy was smiling slightly into space while a small dragon danced on his hand... well, no one was brave enough to ask.
*A/N: Monty Python song, not mine*
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It started at Dinner. It wasn't much at first, a small smile, a compliment. Then it got worse. Roses came, bouquets, singles... chocolate frogs... It was enough to turn a man's stomach, if he cared that was. Not that Draco cared, of course. They could chase the little weasel all they bloody well wanted. Just... as long as he didn't have to watch.
He stood, heading for the door with a grunt. Just as he was almost out the door he ran into the Creevey boy and his large bouquet of sunflowers.
"You're wasting your time, you prat. She's not interested in you, she's just using you to get back at me." He shoved past, ignoring the stunned silence.
"Megan? You're... dating Malfoy?" Colin asked, completely heartbroken. He turned, running into the doors that had already slammed shut, pulling back to open them again, then running out of the dining hall.
"This is all your fault, Ginny. You shoulda put a leash on that boyfriend of yours a long time ago!" Megan fumed, slamming her fork on the table and heading after Colin at a run.
"HE ISN'T MY... Boyfriend. She's all ready gone. Ok... Why are you all staring at me?" Ginny glared at the entire room until they all went back to what they had been doing.
Fred and George looked particularly innocent. It was starting to scare her.
"So, Gin! You ARE going to drop by the store tomorrow, right?" Fred asked, casually buttering a biscuit.
"Yeah, we wanted to show you the first line of Ginny's Gem Tattoos! The snitch one has already sold out twice!" George added, grabbing one of the chocolate frogs that had managed to not get eaten yet. About that time a young Hufflepuff boy came up to the table, bearing a box of chocolates.
"Um... G-G-" That's as far as he got when Fred grabbed the chocolates and sent him running with a look.
"Nice guy, great chocolates." George stated, shoving his already filled mouth with more. Ginny scowled, but she had told them she wasn't going to talk to any non-family males again... In a way they were only doing their jobs.
"You don't have to be so rude about it!" She stated, rolling her eyes at their 'Who, us?' look. "I mean, at least say thank you next time." The grinned, nodding happily.
"Um, Ginny? These are for..." Yank!
"Thank you!" And boot. "Whoo! Good leverage on that one! I think he hit the Hufflepuff table!"
Ron was busy trying to get Hermione to explain just how he was an idiot, and Harry was merely basking in the good family feeling of being one of the only guys not likely to get beat up by a Weasley.
"I suppose I ought to go after... someone, oughtn't I?" Ginny asked with a resigned sigh. The twins looked up, smirking through their mouthfuls of chocolate.
"Nah."
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Creevey? Creevey?! How dare that camera addicted moron even try to get close... She deserves better than that! Imagine the children! Draco shuddered in horror. They'd be Gryffindor idiots! And... twins at that.
We don't wan no idiot for our Da! We want you!
Somehow that didn't sound quite right....
Oh, you know wha she means! You're our Da! Not that... camera prat!
No... Not me, you're just figments of my imagination, remember?
Umm... About that... well...
We aren't figments of nothin. We're real.
Sure, I believe you. Somehow my future children have managed to contact me through time, when they aren't even OLD ENOUGH TO CARRY A WAND!
Yep, that's bout right.
Shuddup.
Yep, thought that would 'appen.
..... ya think he's mad?
What gave you that idea? You've messed my life up completely, driven me past the point of normal insanity and almost, ALMOST convinced me that I wind up with a Muggle loving WEASLEY!
He might well be, Anton'a. Might well be.
Ahh, cuz I was wonderin.
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George and Fred headed out after dinner, content with the knowledge that the drama of their sister's life would show up at the store the next day. Plus this was about the time WWW started getting busy enough that they actually had to be there in case something... well, exploded.
Ron was suspiciously silent concerning the small Creevey incident, but the fact that he kept sending glares in Hermione's direction stated loudly of what had happened. Harry, well... Harry was Harry, and at the moment he was busy planning for the next Quidditch practice. They had a game against Slytherin on Sunday.
Ginny was none too surprised to find herself dragged out of bed at six in the morning, and trying to sleep on Ron's shoulder as Harry went over the day's practice schedule. She looked rather rumpled, having not watched what she was putting on through the sleepy eyed syndrome. She wasn't even surprised to find herself wearing Ron's Chudley Cannon shorts and a black T-Shirt stating 'Redheads Do it With Style,' Which she had obviously gotten from her brothers' store because it kept flashing their pictures on the back. She figured if Harry was rude enough to drag them out of bed on a Saturday he deserved to see her looking at her worst.
Besides, she had given up on men, remember? Ginny waved at Megan and Colin who were sitting in the stands, grateful that they seemed to have worked out their problems, and jumped on her broom with ease.
She never even noticed the blonde watching from behind the bleachers. Which was probably a good thing, since his official mission was to 'spy on those pain in the Arse Gryffindors.' And he wasn't exactly… welcome to this particular practice. And if Creevey found himself 'accidentally' hexed, well… It must have been a slip of the wand. Because there was no way in Heaven, Hell, or in between that Draco Malfoy was jealous over a muggle-loving redhead. For some reason that sounded familiar… He shrugged, going back to taking notes.
Potter wasn't bad, and the team was well rounded, their beaters, the Irish git and his best friend were a little weak on the left side and the Chasers had a habit of giving away who they were passing to ahead of time. Especially Gi-er… the Weasley girl. She always looked twice before throwing.
Of course… he was watching merely to check for weak points, that's it. She could well win them the game… Too bad she was a much better flyer than Millicent, faster and more apt to turn quickly. Blimey she looks good on a broom…
I thought you was spyin, Da.
He's too busy bein in Lo-ove!
Shuddup, or I'll make sure you get caught for this when you're older.
EEP! We wasn't meanin' nothing! Really!
That's what I thought.
There was one other thing that he noticed as they played, both Finnigan and his friend Thomas kept getting distracted watching Ginny. He let out a small growl, holding himself from yelling at them. Someone on the pitch called out, making Ginny turn, and BANG! A random bludger hit the young redhead in the head and she fell, unconscious.
"GINNY!!!!!!" Draco raced forward, not knowing what he was doing until he caught sight of Ron holding his little sister inches away from the ground and the rest of the team surrounding them. Draco stormed out onto the pitch, oblivious to the stunned and angry glares he got and grabbed the now grounded Seamus by the collar.
"You bloody IDIOT! YOU ALMOST GOT HER KILLED!!" Draco bellowed in the pale Beater's face. Harry grabbed Draco, while the rest of the Gryffindors held back Seamus. "I'm going to take you out for this one, you git! Sunday you're going down!"
Ron stared at them, still holding his sister. He wanted nothing more than to attack both of them, Seamus for not catching the Bludger, Draco for being an annoying Arse, but he refused to leave his still unconscious sister alone. He picked her up gently, shoving past the group and heading for the hospital wing.
"You can let go Potter." Draco snarled, shrugging out of Harry's grasp.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy? Spying?" Harry asked, stepping in Draco's way. "It's a little too late to fix all the problems your team has."
"It's none of your business, scarhead. Now get out of my way."
"And let you follow Ginny? Why should you care what happens to a Weasley? I would have thought you'd be celebrating."
Draco glared, shoving past the other boy and heading towards the castle. He didn't know why he cared, he shouldn't… She was a Weasley, after all. And that's what it all came down to… Either you were a Weasley, or you were a Malfoy, and never should the two feel anything other than hate. It was a good thing he remembered, or he might have made a fool of himself. He pulled to a stop, turning towards Potter with a smirk.
"You know, now that I think of it, you're annoying friend over there has done us a favor. This way we won't have any trouble wiping the pitch with your pathetic corpses." Harry lunged, but Draco was already gone. Probably back to the hell he climbed out of. Harry thought, calling for the rest of the team to re-mount their brooms. Ron can take care of Ginny. And I'll check on her after practice.
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