Author's Notes: No more disclaimers! Anyway, here's the second installment. I even have enough for another one after this. I was overwhelmed with responses. *sniff* Thanks very much for the reviews, the clichés, and the overall support. I think I'm getting into my "award acceptance speech" mode now…so let's save you before I start on the sky and clouds. So without further ado, our living clichés! Oh, on a side note, I'd like to dedicate this to the DracoGinnyFanfic list because it's pretty cool and we're celebrating 500 members. Yay!
Draco: We're back? Again?
Ginny: Don't we ever get to rest?
Mikayla: Considering the fact that there are over hundreds of authors…nope.
Draco: Where do you all come from?
Mikayla: Around the world, obviously. Now stop stalling, we have more clichés to do.
Ginny: Stage?
Mikayla: Umm…*checks notes* Yup!
Draco: *groans* We're doing THAT scene?
Mikayla: Yes, Cliché 5 or 6, depending on whether or not you want to count the Pansy thing.
Ginny: Rhyme And Reason otherwise known as So That's Why I Have These Powers…
Cliché #5That afternoon, Draco and Ginny found themselves seated in front of Albus Dumbledore. At the moment, he seemed to be searching for something in a big drawer. They both watched in amazement as Dumbledore pulled books, quills, parchment, silver objects, small boxes and various other things from the drawer. Soon, a small pile was left on the floor. Finally, Dumbledore found whatever it was he needed.
Pulling out a big, thick book, Dumbledore turned towards them and placed his hands on top of the book.
"This morning I witnessed something very interesting in the Great Hall," he said, a smile tugging at his lips.
Both Ginny and Draco started to protest and deny everything but Dumbledore raised a head, telling them to stop.
"Perhaps you've mistaken me. You are both not in any trouble. However, I believe you should take a look at this." Dumbledore opened up the big book to a certain page before handing the book to Ginny. (Ladies first obviously. This is also another cliché, with Dumbledore knowing things.) On the page seemed to be a poem of some kind.
It starts with a look,
It reaches out like a hook,
Pulling them together,
Then it'll be forever.
A little bit of fire,
A flame to admire.
Add a dash of ice,
A little to entice.
The darkness has no chance,
After that one glance.
Let the light shine through.
Enter the Powerful Two.
(Cheesy, yes, I know)
"Umm…" Ginny was speechless, as she passed the book to Draco. It was becoming quite clear why she was sitting in Dumbledore's office, if not for the…incident. Draco looked up when he finished reading.
Dumbledore just smiled at them, "I can tell that you need to think this over. When you're ready to talk, you know where to find me."
Before they knew what was happening, they found themselves in the hallway, staring at the gargoyle statue that stood outside Dumbledore's office. Ginny blinked, confused.
"Err…I think I'll go now…" Draco said before walking off.
"Right…" came Ginny's answer.
Draco: Well, that was incredibly stupid.
Mikayla: Do you always have to make some kind of negative comment after each scene?
Draco: Yes, it helps relieve my pain.
Ginny: Just ignore him.
Mikayla: All right, are you ready for a scene outside?
Ginny: You mean we're going out into the field?
Mikayla: Yes, that's what I mean.
Ginny: I hate that scene.
Mikayla: Too bad, you'll just have to go do it.
*All walk outside*
Mikayla: Now, get up there!
Draco: Cliché #6, Falling
Ginny: Or as I call it, You Better Catch Me Before I Hit The Ground Or I Will Kill You The Minute I Get Better.
Draco: Is that a threat?
Ginny: *smiles innocently* Now why would you think that?
Cliché #6 (7, whatever)
The next day, the air was filled with excitement. (cliché sentence!) It was yet another Quidditch game between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Ginny watched as Harry paced the locker room, giving a pep talk. As the captain, (Look! Another cliché!) Harry wasn't saying much. He knew his team was good so all they needed to do was play.
Draco stood in front of his teammates. There wasn't much to say. Everyone knew what they were supposed to do so there was no point in going over the plays. So they just waited for their names to be called. It was yet another Quidditch game.
During the game, Ginny, as a chaser (Yes, another cliché, oh, Draco being captain was a cliché too. There are way too many clichés), caught the quaffle that was thrown to her and raced towards the opponent's goal posts. Her heart pounded as the quaffle flew from her hands towards the goal. And she…SCORED!
Caught up in all the excitement, Ginny didn't notice the bludger that was coming her way. But Draco, who was desperately searching for the snitch, noticed. Not even bothering to wonder why he was doing what he planned to do, (did that make any sense to you?) he sped away towards Ginny. The bludger was much closer to Ginny than Draco was. It knocked into Ginny and she lost hold of her broom. Without thinking, Draco streaked towards her. He didn't even give much thought to the fact that he was rushing towards the ground at a speed that was much too fast.
Draco was almost there, his fingers, if he reached out, were just inches away when something caught his eye. The golden snitch glittered in the sunlight just beside him. His mind made a quick decision. And for once, Draco caught something during a Quidditch game. That something was something much better than the snitch. After all, he had never caught it before. But then again, he had never caught a person in the sky either.
As they say, though, there was a first time for everything. Catching a falling person was one of them. Draco didn't even seem to mind that he was floating towards the ground amidst cheers when Harry caught the snitch. All that mattered was the pale-looking figure in his arms, who was slowly drifting away from him as Madam Pomfrey took her away.
Draco: That was…weird….
Mikayla: *stares blankly* I know…
Ginny: You guys are agreeing on something…
Mikayla and Draco look at each other.
Both: Whoa…
Ginny: Anyway, I think they're too umm…shocked to say anything. So, let me introduce Cliché #7, Revelation, or How Come I Never Noticed Her Before? Guest appearance by Harry Potter.
Mikayla: *shakes head* Ummm…so where are we now?
Ginny: Cliché #7
Mikayla: *sigh* Revelation?
Ginny: Uh huh
Cliché #7 (And yes, or 8)
Draco slipped quietly into the infirmary. He looked around before spotting Ginny in a bed near a corner of the room. He walked silently towards Ginny, stopping at the foot of her bed. Her hair stood out brightly against the whiteness of the sheets. She looked pale and frail, lying motionless on her bed. Draco sat in the chair next to her bed and stared at her. He reached out to hold her hand, still not breaking his gaze. Only when a bell rang in the distance did he shake out of his reverie and stand up. Confusion was clouding Draco's eyes as he let go of Ginny's hand. Finally, he made a decision and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
Drawing back, Draco left without a second glance. Unbeknownst to him, Harry had watched the scene from the door and Draco ended up standing in front of Harry.
"What do you think you're doing?" Harry asked him, his stance spoke volumes.
"Nothing, I was just leaving," Draco replied, trying to get past Harry.
Harry blinked blankly before he narrowed his eyes at Draco, "You better not be playing games with her."
"Look, Potter, despite what you think, there's more on my mind than manipulative plans and snide remarks. Just because you think you know me and what I'm all about, doesn't mean you do. So leave me alone, you git," Draco told Harry in a cold voice before pushing past Harry and walking away.
Harry watched Draco's retreating back. He turned back to Ginny, who was still asleep in her bed. He walked towards her, thoughts running through his head. During the Quidditch game when Harry saw Ginny fall from her broom, everything froze for a second, the cheers, the people, his broom…his heart. It was that second of hesitation that had helped him win the game.
Harry had raced after Draco when he noticed the snitch ahead. It was a good thing he was flying because if he had been anywhere but in the game, he would have bet his entire fortune that Draco would get the snitch instead of the falling girl…and he would have lost. Draco hadn't even spared the snitch a glance as he sped past it to catch Ginny. Shocked, Harry just managed to catch hold of the snitch before it flew away.
Harry now stood beside Ginny's bed. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. Ginny mumbled something incoherently. Harry gave a small smile before leaving the Hospital Wing.
Why did he feel as if Draco had won more?
Draco: I would never in my life ever be civil enough to Potter to reveal a part of myself to him.
Mikayla: Your point being?
Draco: You can't write in character.
Mikayla: So?
Draco: So you suck at writing!
Mikayla: You're the only one (among some others) who feels that way.
Ginny: Can we ever end a scene without you two arguing?
Mikayla & Draco: No
Ginny: You two are so immature.
Mikayla: I think Draco should be nicer to me. *evil grin*
Draco: *steps away* You've got that look on your face…
Mikayla: *holds out a package* Look what I have…
Draco: Where did you get that?
Mikayla: I have my ways. Let's move on, shall we?
Ginny: Right, Cliché #8 Whispers
Draco: Or The Voices In My Head Are At It Again, Get Me A Shrink!!!
Cliché #8As Draco walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, his mind was holding a conference, or rather, a debate.
Ginny…
Stop thinking about her! She's a Weasley!
What's your point?
She's a Weasley, you're a Malfoy?
Who said it can't work?
Oh, I don't know. Let's see, your father, your mother, her parents, her brothers, Potter, Granger and the rest of this bloody school.
But we're destined to be…
Since when did you read a prophecy and believed in it?
But it's so true…
So just because some weirdo from the past sprouted out a poem, you're going to risk it all?
Who said I was risking anything?
Well, think about it, you idiot. Your father will find out and probably disown you and something close to that. The whole Slytherin house will shun you. Her brothers are very likely to pound you into a bloody pulp. Need I say more?
You know what? You're a negative and annoying voice!
Hey, I live in your head, don't I?
What are you anyway?
Your voice of reason.
A string of colorful vocabulary left Draco's mouth. He despised the voice of reason to no extent.
Back in the Infirmary, Ginny opened her eyes when she heard Harry leave. Her hand slowly reached out to touch her cheek where Draco had kissed her. A smile lingered on her lips as she sat back against her pillows. But then she frowned. Why did she feel so happy that Malfoy had kissed her?
"Because you like him," a voice whispered in her mind.
"I do not!" She said out loud.
"Oh, yes, you do," the voice sang back.
"I don't!" Ginny yelled. Madam Pomfrey hurried to her bedside.
"You called, dear?" Madam Pomfrey began to check Ginny for other injuries she might have missed.
Ginny blushed, (Hey! Isn't that a cliché?) and shook her head.
Ginny: That was embarrassing.
Draco: Tell me about it.
Mikayla: It was amusing, to say the least.
Draco: To those weirdos who like that, sure.
Mikayla: Are you calling me a weirdo?
Draco: *smirk* No, I was merely implying that there are odd people out there who enjoy this kind of thing. Unless, of course, you admit to being one.
Mikayla: You think you're so smart, don't you?
Draco: *shrugz* One of my many qualities.
Mikayla: Well, guess what? I'm not only a weirdo; I'm also insane, among other things.
Draco: Riiight…
Ginny: *mutters* Immature kids…
Mikayla: You know what, Draco? I have a great idea. First, let's lock this little package away…
Draco: Hey! Give that back!
Mikayla: Not until you guess what my real name is.
Draco: *crosses his arms and pouts* (Aww…) That's not fair! *turns to Ginny* Ginny…make her give it back to me!
Ginny: I work for an immature teenager, I have an immature boyfriend, and my brother is an immature idiot. Why am I surrounded by idiots? *storms away*
Mikayla: *blink* I think she snapped…
Draco: *stares after Ginny*
Mikayla: Anyway, you can catch up with her later. I have a punishment for you for all those smart-mouthed comments you made.
Draco: I really hate you sometimes.
Mikayla: That's just too bad, isn't it? I like you a lot.
Draco: Great way to show it.
Mikayla: That's the way the world of fanfiction works.
Draco: Bloody weird world if you ask me.
OTS (Off Topic Storyline) #1(Draco and Ginny has been dating for a while. Draco loves her. Harry believes he loves her. Draco and Harry have a big argument. *Warning* Draco gets a bit mushy.)
"Why do you care anyway? You never even noticed her before. When she had a crush on you, you never even acknowledged her. Now that she doesn't like you that way anymore, you suddenly care," Draco said angrily, his hands clenched at his sides.
"You want to know why, Malfoy? It's because I love her," came Harry's reply.
"You love her…you love her," Draco hissed, glaring at Harry, "You have no idea what love is. You have no idea about the pain it can cause, or how much happiness it can give you. I bet you've never stayed awake at night wondering why she gives you the time of the day. I bet you don't even know Ginny at all. How can you say you love her when you don't have a clue as to who Ginny Weasley is?"
Harry was shocked. Although he didn't want to admit it, Draco sounded as if he knew what he was talking about. What he said was true. Yet… "It's not like you love her to know."
Once the words left his mouth, Harry knew it was the wrong thing to say. Draco clenched his jaw and willed the urge of hexing Harry to the ends of the earth to go away. Draco looked Harry in the eyes, a fire burned deep within them. The intensity of Draco's gaze made Harry uncomfortable but he didn't back down. "Well?"
Draco took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Potter, do you have any idea, how wrong you are, how empty your accusation is? Well, let's see, you claim that you love her and I don't. But let me ask you some questions. Have you ever noticed how Ginny twirls a strand of hair around her finger when she reads? Or how her forehead furrows and she purses her lips when she concentrates hard? Did you know she could write perfectly legibly with either hand? Has she ever went down to the kitchens and caused a riot among the house elves because she wouldn't let the house elves make those white macadamia nut cookies (my favorite! I want one now…) for her because she wanted to make them herself for you? (I know, incredibly long run-on sentence) Have you ever had to go down there to comfort her when her cookies didn't turn out? Have you had to try her cookies even though you didn't want to because you knew she made them just for you? Did you ever see her cry when she finally succeeded in making the perfect batch? Would you have continued to support her when she decided to move on to cakes?"
Draco stopped. He had said too much.
"Think about it, Potter, who loves her now?" Draco asked and walked away, leaving Harry who had just made a revelation. Draco Malfoy was more than he seems. (A bit slow, aren't you?)
Draco: Ahhh!
Mikayla: *insert evil laugh here*
Draco: You made me confess my feelings in front of Potter? You're evil!
Mikayla: I know. Well, readers, what did you think? Amusing, no?
Draco: Remember, if you don't leave her a review, she won't write anymore. Wouldn't that be great?
Mikayla: And ignoring the blonde ferret, please leave a review and if you can think of any more clichés, I'll be glad to receive them. Although, I have enough for five more chapters. See ya! Don't worry, despite Draco's torture, he's fine…really.
Draco: Wait! If you know her real name, please tell me! I'll give you ummm…something…come on!
Mikayla: *pushes Draco away* Bye!
Curtains close.
Author's Notes: Well, another installment. I would like to thank all my reviewers and everyone who submitted a cliché. Thanks lots! Oh…if you DO know my real names…don't tell Draco. He will get that package back sooner or later, don't worry…much.