Ginger Chap 11
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: *Is sitting at the computer, munching on gummi worms* Hey everybody!! Umm... wow, I was kinda wondering if people would stick around after last chapter... It was soooo depressing! You wouldn't believe how hard it was to write that! And that's where you get this chappy, Icy needed an upper to get through the fic, so what you get today is... what we call 'Filler' in the anime world. Complete goof off, I admit it. But that's all right, it was too fun to toss.
Heh, about being in the wrong house, well, just cuz I understand Slytherins, not to mention sympathize at moments, doesn't mean I am one. I mean, I COULD be blackmailing you for reviews, but I'm not. Oh, and I'm loving all these questions! Just love the fact I'm making you worry^_^ But, I wouldn't be right in telling you what happens, now would I? *Smiles in a Slytherin way* Whoops... maybe I AM in the wrong house... Enjoy!
Chapter 11: The Hunt for Mary Sue
Monday morning came bright and early, without a cloud in the sky to worry people over the upcoming game. Draco felt almost betrayed by the fact the weather was in such contrast to his dark mood, at least a cloud or two would have made him feel infinitesimally better, but it was not to be. And he spent most of breakfast staring at the magical ceiling and cursing it under his breath.
By this time he had started to suspect he was acting a little too... angst prone for his character, and that his very actions were slightly childish, but he didn't care enough to stop. He was in the pits of despair and he darn well planned to enjoy it to its fullness. In other words he was the type to get into the pity party, relishing in the dramatic. Let's face it, friends, he was a typical teenager.
He spent many hours cursing the little redhead in his mind, figuring that it was all her fault that he was depressed and that if he had never dreamt about her he would never have become such an emotionally burdened creature. As though life had been carefree for him in the first place. Draco snorted, trying not to laugh.
Damme, and I was getting into it, too. Well... I suppose I'll feel better if I go make fun of Potter and his prats. Maybe torment the redhead over getting together with Granger...
Even he had heard of the fact the two had been caught snogging in an empty classroom... not that he hadn't known by the stupid look on the big Weasel's face. It had been there since last night.
I would almost be jealous if Granger weren't such a know-it-all, as it is I have a hard time not feeling sorry for the annoying git. Imagine if they were to have children, all of his daughters bossing him around as soon as they learned to talk. Sounds slightly familiar...
...Does this mean we can come back?
You're not mad at us no more, are you Da?
Heh... I suppose. So tell me, do those two have brats as well?
You mean the twins? They's Anton'a's best friends, course they act too much like GIRLS, for my taste.
They have twin girls? HA! The redhead deserves it.
They are NOT too girly, Anton'y! You just jealous cuz they like me more than you.
Am not!
Are Too!!
Shut it you two, why did I let you back again?
Cuz we's entertainin!
Figures.
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Draco gave up on the Potter plan when he noticed it was time for his first class. Soon he was close to being back to normal, even looking forward to the fact they would be playing the Gryffindors after school. At least he could deal with that Finnigan prat, he thought with a smirk, he never forgot a promise.
After a while even the teachers had forgotten that he had been acting strangely, chalking it up to a bad day. Slytherins were prone to that sort of thing, after all. The only one noticed the difference easily hid his elation. Snape knew exactly what had changed the young man's temperament and was glad that he had already made his choice. (Even if he didn't realize it.)
At lunch Draco was even up to smirking at Ginny as she made her way to her table. Of course she ignored it, but it was still entertaining to see rage light her big brown eyes. He even went so far as to announce the Slytherin's victory ahead of time, raising his glass of pumpkin juice in a mocking salute. He made sure that he caught the Gryffindor Beater's eye.
Snape smirked, McGonagall scowled and Dumbledore wisely hid his slight smile. It was good to see the blonde back in character, even though he still frequently glanced over at an irate little redhead with a scowl. But, alas, young hearts were prone to that.
By this time most of you are saying 'Man! Draco's a cold-blooded $%#$@#@$%' But that's where you're wrong. That is, if you were saying that... I mean... Oh, sod it. Draco is, was, and always will be a Slytherin. Slytherins are not apt to mope over lost love, they're the types that will get it back, or get over it, no matter what they have to do, even if it's slightly underhanded. And when it comes to love, well.... that's understandable, no?
Not that they like to admit to such feelings in the first place.
But a Slytherin in love is a VERY dangerous thing, because the difference between love and possession tends to be beyond their grasp.
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"Canary cream?"
"Check."
"Acidic potion?"
"Check."
"Mirror?"
"Ch-huh?"
"You know! To distract her with!"
Fred was glaring at his twin, holding his wand firmly in his right hand. George was hunched over a large brown sack, digging through its contents with a confused look. "Are you sure this is enough, Fred? I mean, they ARE rather dangerous creatures. Maybe we should... ask Dumbledore..." He stopped at his brother's intense glare.
"And you call yourself a wizard!! I am ashamed of you brother!"
"I... I... Sorry Fred." George replied with a pout.
"Um... Excuse me, but... what exactly are you doing, you two?" Came a voice from behind. They turned, seeing Ron, Harry and Hermione watching them with varied degrees of amusement and caution.
"We have... been told that there is a horrible creature in the buildings. We are here to smoke it out."
"That's right! We shan't leave until it does!" George stated, cocky now that his favorite potion was firmly in his hands. The twins started laughing maniacally, making the dream team shrug and walk away.
"Wait! Don't you want to hear what it is?!" Fred called out, pouting as they kept walking. "I guess we alone are brave enough to face... her." They looked at each other, gravely.
"The dreaded Mary Sue."
Dun DUH Duhhhhh!
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Ginny was, frankly, getting irritated of being surrounded by well-meaning females. When one is trying to get over a crush the last thing they want to hear about is the crush from other people. No matter how mean they might talk of him, the fact is that they're still talking about him. It makes the arrogant, unworthy prat even more difficult to forget, and thus to get over.
And though Megan and Hermione both recognized this fact they were still having a hard time not cursing the name of Malfoy, because he had hurt their best friend. It's a vicious cycle. "I can't believe he was such an-" Then pause, remembering that Ginny was listening.
"I know! I-" Another awkward pause in the conversation. Finally it got to be too much for the redhead.
"Girls, I know that you love me... but I could really use some time alone. I think I'll go see if the pitch is available." And with that Ginny ran her hand through her short hair and walked out of the common room. The two friends sighed then went back to bad mouthing the blonde. Everyone was better off... other than Malfoy, of course. But since when has he mattered?
Ginny made it out to the pitch, her broom over her shoulder and the sun shining down on her. Thankful that she had the hour after lunch to herself yet again, she jumped on her broom and hit the sky with determination. There was one way to make Malfoy regret tossing her aside, and that was to wipe his face in the pitch at the game this afternoon.
"Oye!! GINNY!!! OYE!!" She glanced down, seeing two redheads waving wildly at her from the ground. With a slight grin she landed, curious as to why the twins were there at such a time. "How ya feeling, little sister? We heard about the bludger. Those things sting like a son of a-" Fred elbowed George in the stomach before he could complete.
"What he's saying is that you should have mentioned it Saturday night! We never heard anything about it till Ron dropped by after you had left. We figured we'd yell at you today, since we had to come to see the game, and you obviously weren't dead." *A/N: And the author backtracks rapidly to cover a gapping plothole, only to fall in, herself. ARRRRGGGHH!!*
"But it did make us question whether it affected your brain, or not when you saved Malfoy again..." He stopped, staring in shock at Ginny's hurt expression. "Wh-what? Now don't tell me I made you cry-"
She shook her head. "No, it's alright, guys. I just... Umm... Draco..."
"WE'LL KILL HIM!" It came in stereo, both redheads turning towards the castle at once.
"No! It's not like that... so... Anyways, what are you guys doing here so early? The game isn't until four."
"Oh! That!! We're hunting Mary Sues. Have you seen any?" The asked. Thank Merlin they're easily distracted.
"Mary... Sue?"
"Yeah!"
The twins went on in great detail of the wickedness of Mary Sues, never even noticing as a certain blonde crept closer and closer as they talked. When he was standing right outside of cursing distance they looked up, then glanced at each other with a nod. "Well... We should get going, sis. We have a job to do, after all!" With that they left, shooting dangerous promises at the blonde with their eyes. He shrugged, running his hand through his hair in reply.
"We-Ginny?" Draco started out hesitantly, only to find a wand directly in his face.
"I thought I told you to never speak to me again."
"Bu-but..." He took a deep breath. "At least hear me out!" He demanded, some of his old arrogance coming through.
"Sod off, Malfoy." And with that the little redhead was gone. Once again Draco was left alone. Well, at least he thought. Then the twins (Fred and George) showed up, wrapping their arms around his shoulder in mock sympathy.
"Blew that one, didn't you?"
"Sod off, Weasleys."
"BWAHAHAHAHAAA!!"
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I tried it her way, was even willing to go as far as to apologize, but noooo, she won't even listen. That's enough of playing Mr. Nice guy! It isn't as though I actually even got around to dumping her! She just Assumes... Well, she can take her assumptions and-
Da?
For all I care! It isn't as though she's the only female in-
Da?
There are plenty of attractive-
DA!!! WOULD YOU SHUT IT FOR A MOMENT?
What?!! I'm busy right now!
We was thinkin, are you doin this cuz you love mum, or are you doin this cuz you hate to loose?
Yeah, cuz if you is, then... we don't think we wanna help you no more.
I AM NOT in... that little no account Muggle loving... Turn me down, will she?
Then we was right. You have to do this wifout us from here out. We's sorry, but mum doesn't deserve that.
Wait! Don't... Fine then, desert me! I didn't need any redheaded brats running my love life in the first place! I don't need you! I don't need anyone!! I'm Draco Malfoy!!
G'bye pa.
Yeah, we wuv yous...
Sheesh, you two sure run away a lot.
Draco looked around, once again finding himself somewhere that he hadn't remembered heading for, but this time he was at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, staring blankly at the guarding portrait.
"So? Are you going to say the password or not? It isn't as though I'm here for decoration you know!"
"Oh, right... Uh... Wolfsbane." The door swung open, revealing the cold green and silver room. He looked around at the almost empty room, trying to figure out exactly what he was doing there. One of the other Slytherins waved him towards their group, a slight smile on his face.
"Draco, man, you look like you've been beat with a broom. Tell us how the little Weasel's swing is." The males snickered, watching as irritation flared in the blonde's eyes.
"This has nothing to do whatsoever with Ginny Weasley! For all I care that irritating little wench doesn't even exist."
"Turned you down, flat, huh? Have you tried telling her that you love her? Girls buy into that line faster than candy!" The Slytherin said, earning a cross look and an elbow in the gut from the girl sitting next to him.
Draco blinked, ignoring all the fights that comment had started and slowly processing the thought through his brain. For a second he looked horrified, but a slight smile slowly crept in its place. Without saying a word he turned, heading for the nearest mirror.
"I... I... Uh... I love you." He tried, spitting the unfamiliar words out at his reflection.
"Why dear! I never knew! I am flattered, no doubt-" The mirror replied cheekily.
"Oh, sod it, I was practicing, you stupid git!"
"Now, now! That temper will never get you the girl, my dear. What you need is a little bit of Slytherin smoothness. Now try again, with feeling!"
Soon Malfoy was surrounded by other males, all shouting out tips, as he resolutely growled the words 'Love' and 'You' until he was down right sick of them. It was the most embarrassing moment of his life when Crabbe effectively showed him how to say the words. Millicent was stunned at being dragged into an impromptu 'Love Lesson' and soon all the Slytherin couples were snogging on the couches as Draco continued to practice. If Crabbe could do it, Draco Malfoy should no doubt be able to master it! No girl turned down Draco Malfoy! She would be his... Until he tired of her.
Or at least one would think....
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"Admit it, girlie girl! You're the self-imposition of the writer!"
"I-I don't know what you're talking about... but you guys are starting to scare me." Megan backed up against the wall, glancing back and forth from the two redheads. "I'm... just another fifth year."
"Then why did you get good grades? And why does Snape tolerate you, and HOW DID YOU GET THE GUY?"
"Umm... I... study?" She asked hesitantly. Fred scowled, but George looked thoughtful.
"You know, she does have a point there... I think we-"
"Hush it, George, she still hasn't explained how she got the guy."
"Umm... I thought... you know, if I was a Mary Sue... I would have ended up with Charlie Weasley... Cuz, well..."
"CHARLIE?! BWAHAHAHAHAA!! That proves she isn't a Mary Sue!! No author in her right mind would go after our big brother when she could have one of us!!" The twins grinned, happy in the knowledge that she was no Mary Sue, seeing as she obviously had no idea what the author was thinking, and went on with their search.
"Umm... Who said anything about being in her right mind?"
*A/N: (COUGH!)*
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