Tell Me Your Secrets
Red Hair Everywhere?
By: j.j. Alan
It has been brought to my attention that the end of the second chapter was a bit ambiguous, more specifically the part with Draco being slammed against the wall. So I've tried to make a few changes. Note: these changes will not appear in chapter two; they will just be in the summary below.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll do whatever I say." Draco yelled back, not realizing how loud his voice was. However girls coming out of the powder room were starting to get suspicious. "I want Hermione Granger Damn it, and what I want I get!" Draco slammed his fist into the door; he was starting to throw a fit like a baby.
Down the hall the Perfect meeting had just ended, and the older students were wandering down the hall back to their compartments. The gathering of people outside the girls' powder room attracted the attention of one particular student.
"Are you listening to me Weasley?" the muffled yelling of Draco could be herd outside the small closet. A large thump was herd coming from with in along with a small yelp from Ginny.
Before anyone could react, the student magiced the door open.
"What the..." Draco exclaimed before he was slammed face first against the wall, with his arms held behind his back.
Ok yeah that wasn't a whole lot of change but I hope that helped.
~jess
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Ginny's POV:
What just happened? One minute Draco was knocking things over throwing a fit in the closet trying to scare me. Then this stranger barges in and pins Draco against the wall, pushing me out of the tiny room in all the action. So who is in there with Draco now? I think I'd better go get McGonagall, she should know about this.
***
Ginny never reached McGonagall's compartment. In stead she met her a few seconds later enroute to the powder room, or rather the conflict at the powder room.
"Ladies, what is all this nonsense? Why are you all standing around here?"
Pansy Parkinson, like any good suck-up would do, promptly spoke up, "Professor, Ginny dragged Draco into the closet and tried to blackmail him but the..." Before she could finish the professor cut her off sternly,
"Miss Parkinson, I highly doubt that Ginny could pull a full grown sixth year boy into a closet. May I please hear a more reputable story from someone else?"
Pansy cowered in the corner whispering with her friends, "that stupid McGonagall, always favoring her little Gryffindors. Like any of them could even form the sentences to explain to McGonagall." Pansy snickered, as one of her friends added in,
"Like McGonagall could even understand the sentences!"
But before someone could give the professor the answer she wanted, the door to the small closet flew open. In the small doorway stood a tall, brawny stranger, holding the collar of Draco's shirt to firmly in his hand Draco's feet were lifted slightly off the ground.
"Professor, I caught this scoundrel trying to harm Ginny. I feel it my duty to dispose of him." The stranger said. He spoke in a thick German accent one might associate with the American Arnold Schwarzenegger. He also looked like him with his tight t-shirt and bulging muscles that looked almost too big for him.
"No that's quite alright Aaron. Despite the eagerness I have to take you up on your offer, I won't have you disposing of one of our top students. You can let go of him now."
As soon as Draco's feet had regained their flat position on the ground, Pansy had rushed over to console him. "Oh Drakie, What did that big dumb lug do to you in there? Are you okay, are you hurt?" Pansy started hugging and gently going over his entire face looking for any scratches on her precious Draco. These actions quickly developed into their own mini make- out session, of sloppy, wet kisses. Just another example of Draco's on track, sex crazed mind.
McGonagall cleared her throat trying to regain the attention of the group; this however did not even begin to phase Pansy.
"Excuse me Parkinson, Malfoy. Could you please grace us be getting a room?"
One of the Gryffindors in the hall exclaimed, clearly annoyed that the two Slytherins were not paying attention to McGonagall.
The professor cleared her throat again and then began to speak, "Students, may I introduce Mr. Aaron, the school's new hall monitor."
***
The Weasley/Potter/Granger Train Compartment
"Hey guys, Miss me?" Hermione said as she waltzed happily through the door.
"Why yes, how could we live with-out the Perfect Hermione at our heels!" Ron exclaimed jokingly, throwing himself to his knees acting desperate.
Hermione, still giggling, sluggishly took her seat next to Ron as he stood up from the floor. "Anyways you guys there is going to be some changes at school this year. The dorms are going to be co-ed!"
Both Harry and Ron stared blank-faced at Hermione.
"What did you just say?" Ron asked even though he already knew the answer.
"Ron you dufus," Harry said, slugging Ron playfully she just told us that the dorms would be coed. This is awesome!" he then proceeded to walk, rather briskly, out into the hall to find Ginny and share the good news.
Ron's POV:
Oh my God, coed rooms. How can I say something without seeming to obvious that I like Mione? Wait don't girls like it when guys make it obvious that the guy likes them? Ahhhhhh this is so confusing. Trying to understand girls is like trying to gat an A from professor Snape; both are impossible except to Hermione. Well I can't just stand here and stare in disbelief; she'll think I don't like the idea of coed dorms. When really I couldn't be more ecstatic, for more reasons than one- ok ca mon I'm a teenage guy.
"that's really cool Herm." I said in a sort of dull voice. Ok yeah that wasn't a great response, but at lease I did say something. And back to what we, well my brain and I, were talking about.
Even though I am a guy, and yes we do think about sex like every 5.3 second, I would be satisfied with just Hermione begin my girlfriend. Well, a snogging session once and awhile would be nice. The problem is she's not my girlfriend, were just 'friends.' God, if that word wasn't part of the word 'girlfriend' then I would just hate it.
Using the same tone I had used before, Herm responded after a small pause, "Well, I'm glad you like the idea, the only problem is I won't be able to concentrate on my studies as much with you guys right across the room." Realizing that what she just said could have two meanings she saved herself. "What I meant was, I'll always have to help you guys with your homework instead of doing mine."
Gosh she looks frazzled; I can't believe that she almost said that. Maybe I can take this lull in the conversation to flirt a little, well try to flirt anyways. "Yeah I'm sure that's what you meant herm,"
"Ron! You know I wouldn't imply anything else, you guys are my best friends." She said in a slightly flirty tone. Anyone could tell that she
"Are you saying that Harry and I aren't sexy?" Oh God I really wish she would say yes.
Hermione's POV
Same time:
What am I supposed to say know, I really want to say yes. But lord knows what Ron would do, that would probably gross him out that me his best friend thought he was sexy. I wonder if he knows that he is. Even so I can't help scanning down his body with my eyes. Look at those hair, it's so so hot, and those freckles! Hey, do red heads have read hair everywhere? (That was for you MiyaQui) No Hermione you are not going to get into a daydream about Ron.
Hitting him lightly on the arm I said, "You know that's not what I meant." I was trying not to let my voice get to loud; I don't want this to turn into a fight.
"I'm not sure Herm, if I didn't know any better I would think you thought we were sexy." Just then the train lurched to a stop and we both fell off our seats and onto the floor. In the fall I seamed to hit my head on something causing me to fall sideways, right onto Ron with my whole upper body lying on top of his chest. Fortunately he saw me hit my head and didn't take our current position to be awkward.
"Ooo are you ok Hermione? I saw you hit your head." Ron said in a concerned voice. Why does he have to be so damn sweet? It just makes him all the more desirable, and makes me love him even more. Wait I mean like him . . . or do I mean love? Oh no I'm not in love with Ron . . . am I?
***
Sorting Ceremony:
General POV
As Mary Zuller, the last student, was sorted into Gryffindor, Dumbledore stood for the annual announcements.
"Attention Students, Welcome to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well for first years just Welcome. Well we have a few announcements before we begin the feast. A reminder to all students, the tenth west corridor is now of limits to all those who don't wish to suffer a most agonizing death. Note this is a change from last year. Also, the rooming situations have changed in Gryffindor and Slytherin. Today on the train the Perfects from each house met and voted on whether to change the 5th year and up dorm rooms from divided to co-ed." Cheers erupted from the Great Hall. As the cheering died down Dumbledore continued, "This was not my decision but Gryffindor and Slytherin voted to go co-ed while Hufflepuff (this is spelled correctly, right?) and Ravenclaw voted to remain segregated. However, as all the perfects were warned, if only two houses voted to go co-ed those houses must be relocated to the same wing. So I regret to inform you that Slytherin and Gryffindor will be rooming in the same wing."
All at once two tables in the hall stood and started to yell. From the table clad in green a silver a voices could be heard,
"We are not sharing any damn things with those mudblood Gryffindors!!" A tall blond boy remarked in a shred tone. Draco stood supporting himself with two hands leaning on the table, he was fuming red. Other house mates flocked behind him yelling things such as,
"Yeah," and,
"That's right; you tell 'em." One even went as far as to say,
"Those filthy mudbloods can room in the garbage dump for all I care, just as long as they are not anywhere near me." This particular comment earned a stern glare from Prof. McGonagall, who was with her own house and also near to fuming.
Back at Gryffindor several students had begun to take serious offence to the comments being directed at them. Ron for example, was beat red and being held back by Harry and Hermione.
"Let go of me, I'll get him. I hate him. Malfoy you fucker I could take you right here." Ron yelled as he shook side to side trying to free himself from the grasp of his two best friends.
Before Draco could answer the threat, a booming and strong voice was heard coming from the Great
Hall doorway.
"A' right, settle down there, Let Dumbledore talk."
"Thank you Hagrid, Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted." He paused to look at
both the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables before continuing. "These two houses must room together because we have a limited space for additions. Only one new corridor could be built for any co-ed dorms. Each house will have a common room and bathroom to themselves, and no the bathrooms will not be co-ed. The two houses will also be separated by a portrait that only the Perfects and Head Boy and Girl know the password to. Dorms are found at the end of the fifth staircase. Now that that is taken care of, let's begin the feast!"
With that, every dish was filled with food and students began to serve themselves. At the Gryffindor table however, three individuals were still a little hung-up about the whole co-ed dorm thing.
"Hermione, you didn't tell us that we would have to share a dorm with Slytherin." Harry and Ron exclaimed at the same time in a strained voice. Ron only used her full name when he was really serious.
"I didn't think it would really matter. I mean we won't be able to see them so why would it matter?" Hermione responded, in the same distressed tone Ron had used.
"I guess your right, I should just be happy we can see you more." Ron added in an almost fake enthused tone. By looking in his eyes herm could see that Ron was not looking forward to being in the close proximity to Draco.
***
Later that night:
Gryffindor/Slytherin Dorm
Ginny walked along the long co-ed corridor exploring the location of different student's rooms. Out of nowhere a strong male ran out of a room and smack into her.
"What the.." Ginny said before she was silenced by a pair of soft lips upon her own. As the stranger deepened the kiss she could taste the identity of her attacker, if she could even call it an attack. With her back against a closed door, Ginny slowly pulled out of the blissful kiss to look straight into the eyes of Harry.
"I knew it was you, you little twit. I was about scared half to death." Ginny whispered as he pulled her into a hug.
"Are my kisses really that terrifying?" Harry whispered back in a husky tone as he began to lightly kiss her neck. Before the two could get anywhere, he reached behind Ginny to open the door behind her and pull both of them inside. Before either could utter another word they were engulfed in each other's kisses.
Twenty minutes later, after many tries to breakout of the snogging session, both had returned to what they had been doing previous to the encounter. Harry went back to his dorm and Ginny proceeded down the hall.
Ginny's POV:
Same time
Harry's so spontaneous, that is just one more thing to love about him. And his kisses- let's not get into it because let me tell you they're like indescribable. I don't really have anything to compare it to except one time when Harry obsessed Colin jumped me in the hall. That wasn't even a good kiss; it was like a spit exchange- Against my will might I add. But back to Harry's kisses, imagine he best kiss you've ever had. Got it- Ok, now multiply that feeling by ten and you've got what it's like to kiss Harry. And I know I'm a bit bias but who cares.
Hey, this door isn't labeled. Whose room is this? Oh no what is that sound, it's almost as if something was inside. I think I'll just walk away 'cuz I really don't want to know what's goin' on in their. Whoa that noise is getting louder, no that's not even the same noise. This is getting really creepy.
***
Normal POV:
Same time
Ginny heard footsteps behind her and before she could turn to see who it was she was slammed against another wall. Without looking up Ginny said,
"So couldn't get enough could ya?"
"Who do you think I am Weasel, your little boyfriend?" A cold, harsh voice whispered.
Ginny's eyes shot open and looked directly into the eyes of her perpetrator. She definitely was not looking at Harry.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok yeah so that is the chapter, I really hope you like it. The last part was kinda rushed cuz I really have to go do my homework. Please review!! Could I have possibly 40 reviews (like in total) please?
Thank you,
~jess
j.j. Alan
Thank You for the reviews: MiyaQui, PyroAndrea, Madame Mad, Gillian (), chibi_kid (), Akene Tendo, Taya Weasley, kerofan, Kathy, anononas, I LOVE DRACO, daygogurl, ladedahdahdeeeee..., yeah, so i've reviewed a two chaptered story like five times... () and H.C.C.B.
Red Hair Everywhere?
By: j.j. Alan
It has been brought to my attention that the end of the second chapter was a bit ambiguous, more specifically the part with Draco being slammed against the wall. So I've tried to make a few changes. Note: these changes will not appear in chapter two; they will just be in the summary below.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll do whatever I say." Draco yelled back, not realizing how loud his voice was. However girls coming out of the powder room were starting to get suspicious. "I want Hermione Granger Damn it, and what I want I get!" Draco slammed his fist into the door; he was starting to throw a fit like a baby.
Down the hall the Perfect meeting had just ended, and the older students were wandering down the hall back to their compartments. The gathering of people outside the girls' powder room attracted the attention of one particular student.
"Are you listening to me Weasley?" the muffled yelling of Draco could be herd outside the small closet. A large thump was herd coming from with in along with a small yelp from Ginny.
Before anyone could react, the student magiced the door open.
"What the..." Draco exclaimed before he was slammed face first against the wall, with his arms held behind his back.
Ok yeah that wasn't a whole lot of change but I hope that helped.
~jess
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ginny's POV:
What just happened? One minute Draco was knocking things over throwing a fit in the closet trying to scare me. Then this stranger barges in and pins Draco against the wall, pushing me out of the tiny room in all the action. So who is in there with Draco now? I think I'd better go get McGonagall, she should know about this.
***
Ginny never reached McGonagall's compartment. In stead she met her a few seconds later enroute to the powder room, or rather the conflict at the powder room.
"Ladies, what is all this nonsense? Why are you all standing around here?"
Pansy Parkinson, like any good suck-up would do, promptly spoke up, "Professor, Ginny dragged Draco into the closet and tried to blackmail him but the..." Before she could finish the professor cut her off sternly,
"Miss Parkinson, I highly doubt that Ginny could pull a full grown sixth year boy into a closet. May I please hear a more reputable story from someone else?"
Pansy cowered in the corner whispering with her friends, "that stupid McGonagall, always favoring her little Gryffindors. Like any of them could even form the sentences to explain to McGonagall." Pansy snickered, as one of her friends added in,
"Like McGonagall could even understand the sentences!"
But before someone could give the professor the answer she wanted, the door to the small closet flew open. In the small doorway stood a tall, brawny stranger, holding the collar of Draco's shirt to firmly in his hand Draco's feet were lifted slightly off the ground.
"Professor, I caught this scoundrel trying to harm Ginny. I feel it my duty to dispose of him." The stranger said. He spoke in a thick German accent one might associate with the American Arnold Schwarzenegger. He also looked like him with his tight t-shirt and bulging muscles that looked almost too big for him.
"No that's quite alright Aaron. Despite the eagerness I have to take you up on your offer, I won't have you disposing of one of our top students. You can let go of him now."
As soon as Draco's feet had regained their flat position on the ground, Pansy had rushed over to console him. "Oh Drakie, What did that big dumb lug do to you in there? Are you okay, are you hurt?" Pansy started hugging and gently going over his entire face looking for any scratches on her precious Draco. These actions quickly developed into their own mini make- out session, of sloppy, wet kisses. Just another example of Draco's on track, sex crazed mind.
McGonagall cleared her throat trying to regain the attention of the group; this however did not even begin to phase Pansy.
"Excuse me Parkinson, Malfoy. Could you please grace us be getting a room?"
One of the Gryffindors in the hall exclaimed, clearly annoyed that the two Slytherins were not paying attention to McGonagall.
The professor cleared her throat again and then began to speak, "Students, may I introduce Mr. Aaron, the school's new hall monitor."
***
The Weasley/Potter/Granger Train Compartment
"Hey guys, Miss me?" Hermione said as she waltzed happily through the door.
"Why yes, how could we live with-out the Perfect Hermione at our heels!" Ron exclaimed jokingly, throwing himself to his knees acting desperate.
Hermione, still giggling, sluggishly took her seat next to Ron as he stood up from the floor. "Anyways you guys there is going to be some changes at school this year. The dorms are going to be co-ed!"
Both Harry and Ron stared blank-faced at Hermione.
"What did you just say?" Ron asked even though he already knew the answer.
"Ron you dufus," Harry said, slugging Ron playfully she just told us that the dorms would be coed. This is awesome!" he then proceeded to walk, rather briskly, out into the hall to find Ginny and share the good news.
Ron's POV:
Oh my God, coed rooms. How can I say something without seeming to obvious that I like Mione? Wait don't girls like it when guys make it obvious that the guy likes them? Ahhhhhh this is so confusing. Trying to understand girls is like trying to gat an A from professor Snape; both are impossible except to Hermione. Well I can't just stand here and stare in disbelief; she'll think I don't like the idea of coed dorms. When really I couldn't be more ecstatic, for more reasons than one- ok ca mon I'm a teenage guy.
"that's really cool Herm." I said in a sort of dull voice. Ok yeah that wasn't a great response, but at lease I did say something. And back to what we, well my brain and I, were talking about.
Even though I am a guy, and yes we do think about sex like every 5.3 second, I would be satisfied with just Hermione begin my girlfriend. Well, a snogging session once and awhile would be nice. The problem is she's not my girlfriend, were just 'friends.' God, if that word wasn't part of the word 'girlfriend' then I would just hate it.
Using the same tone I had used before, Herm responded after a small pause, "Well, I'm glad you like the idea, the only problem is I won't be able to concentrate on my studies as much with you guys right across the room." Realizing that what she just said could have two meanings she saved herself. "What I meant was, I'll always have to help you guys with your homework instead of doing mine."
Gosh she looks frazzled; I can't believe that she almost said that. Maybe I can take this lull in the conversation to flirt a little, well try to flirt anyways. "Yeah I'm sure that's what you meant herm,"
"Ron! You know I wouldn't imply anything else, you guys are my best friends." She said in a slightly flirty tone. Anyone could tell that she
"Are you saying that Harry and I aren't sexy?" Oh God I really wish she would say yes.
Hermione's POV
Same time:
What am I supposed to say know, I really want to say yes. But lord knows what Ron would do, that would probably gross him out that me his best friend thought he was sexy. I wonder if he knows that he is. Even so I can't help scanning down his body with my eyes. Look at those hair, it's so so hot, and those freckles! Hey, do red heads have read hair everywhere? (That was for you MiyaQui) No Hermione you are not going to get into a daydream about Ron.
Hitting him lightly on the arm I said, "You know that's not what I meant." I was trying not to let my voice get to loud; I don't want this to turn into a fight.
"I'm not sure Herm, if I didn't know any better I would think you thought we were sexy." Just then the train lurched to a stop and we both fell off our seats and onto the floor. In the fall I seamed to hit my head on something causing me to fall sideways, right onto Ron with my whole upper body lying on top of his chest. Fortunately he saw me hit my head and didn't take our current position to be awkward.
"Ooo are you ok Hermione? I saw you hit your head." Ron said in a concerned voice. Why does he have to be so damn sweet? It just makes him all the more desirable, and makes me love him even more. Wait I mean like him . . . or do I mean love? Oh no I'm not in love with Ron . . . am I?
***
Sorting Ceremony:
General POV
As Mary Zuller, the last student, was sorted into Gryffindor, Dumbledore stood for the annual announcements.
"Attention Students, Welcome to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well for first years just Welcome. Well we have a few announcements before we begin the feast. A reminder to all students, the tenth west corridor is now of limits to all those who don't wish to suffer a most agonizing death. Note this is a change from last year. Also, the rooming situations have changed in Gryffindor and Slytherin. Today on the train the Perfects from each house met and voted on whether to change the 5th year and up dorm rooms from divided to co-ed." Cheers erupted from the Great Hall. As the cheering died down Dumbledore continued, "This was not my decision but Gryffindor and Slytherin voted to go co-ed while Hufflepuff (this is spelled correctly, right?) and Ravenclaw voted to remain segregated. However, as all the perfects were warned, if only two houses voted to go co-ed those houses must be relocated to the same wing. So I regret to inform you that Slytherin and Gryffindor will be rooming in the same wing."
All at once two tables in the hall stood and started to yell. From the table clad in green a silver a voices could be heard,
"We are not sharing any damn things with those mudblood Gryffindors!!" A tall blond boy remarked in a shred tone. Draco stood supporting himself with two hands leaning on the table, he was fuming red. Other house mates flocked behind him yelling things such as,
"Yeah," and,
"That's right; you tell 'em." One even went as far as to say,
"Those filthy mudbloods can room in the garbage dump for all I care, just as long as they are not anywhere near me." This particular comment earned a stern glare from Prof. McGonagall, who was with her own house and also near to fuming.
Back at Gryffindor several students had begun to take serious offence to the comments being directed at them. Ron for example, was beat red and being held back by Harry and Hermione.
"Let go of me, I'll get him. I hate him. Malfoy you fucker I could take you right here." Ron yelled as he shook side to side trying to free himself from the grasp of his two best friends.
Before Draco could answer the threat, a booming and strong voice was heard coming from the Great
Hall doorway.
"A' right, settle down there, Let Dumbledore talk."
"Thank you Hagrid, Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted." He paused to look at
both the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables before continuing. "These two houses must room together because we have a limited space for additions. Only one new corridor could be built for any co-ed dorms. Each house will have a common room and bathroom to themselves, and no the bathrooms will not be co-ed. The two houses will also be separated by a portrait that only the Perfects and Head Boy and Girl know the password to. Dorms are found at the end of the fifth staircase. Now that that is taken care of, let's begin the feast!"
With that, every dish was filled with food and students began to serve themselves. At the Gryffindor table however, three individuals were still a little hung-up about the whole co-ed dorm thing.
"Hermione, you didn't tell us that we would have to share a dorm with Slytherin." Harry and Ron exclaimed at the same time in a strained voice. Ron only used her full name when he was really serious.
"I didn't think it would really matter. I mean we won't be able to see them so why would it matter?" Hermione responded, in the same distressed tone Ron had used.
"I guess your right, I should just be happy we can see you more." Ron added in an almost fake enthused tone. By looking in his eyes herm could see that Ron was not looking forward to being in the close proximity to Draco.
***
Later that night:
Gryffindor/Slytherin Dorm
Ginny walked along the long co-ed corridor exploring the location of different student's rooms. Out of nowhere a strong male ran out of a room and smack into her.
"What the.." Ginny said before she was silenced by a pair of soft lips upon her own. As the stranger deepened the kiss she could taste the identity of her attacker, if she could even call it an attack. With her back against a closed door, Ginny slowly pulled out of the blissful kiss to look straight into the eyes of Harry.
"I knew it was you, you little twit. I was about scared half to death." Ginny whispered as he pulled her into a hug.
"Are my kisses really that terrifying?" Harry whispered back in a husky tone as he began to lightly kiss her neck. Before the two could get anywhere, he reached behind Ginny to open the door behind her and pull both of them inside. Before either could utter another word they were engulfed in each other's kisses.
Twenty minutes later, after many tries to breakout of the snogging session, both had returned to what they had been doing previous to the encounter. Harry went back to his dorm and Ginny proceeded down the hall.
Ginny's POV:
Same time
Harry's so spontaneous, that is just one more thing to love about him. And his kisses- let's not get into it because let me tell you they're like indescribable. I don't really have anything to compare it to except one time when Harry obsessed Colin jumped me in the hall. That wasn't even a good kiss; it was like a spit exchange- Against my will might I add. But back to Harry's kisses, imagine he best kiss you've ever had. Got it- Ok, now multiply that feeling by ten and you've got what it's like to kiss Harry. And I know I'm a bit bias but who cares.
Hey, this door isn't labeled. Whose room is this? Oh no what is that sound, it's almost as if something was inside. I think I'll just walk away 'cuz I really don't want to know what's goin' on in their. Whoa that noise is getting louder, no that's not even the same noise. This is getting really creepy.
***
Normal POV:
Same time
Ginny heard footsteps behind her and before she could turn to see who it was she was slammed against another wall. Without looking up Ginny said,
"So couldn't get enough could ya?"
"Who do you think I am Weasel, your little boyfriend?" A cold, harsh voice whispered.
Ginny's eyes shot open and looked directly into the eyes of her perpetrator. She definitely was not looking at Harry.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok yeah so that is the chapter, I really hope you like it. The last part was kinda rushed cuz I really have to go do my homework. Please review!! Could I have possibly 40 reviews (like in total) please?
Thank you,
~jess
j.j. Alan
Thank You for the reviews: MiyaQui, PyroAndrea, Madame Mad, Gillian (), chibi_kid (), Akene Tendo, Taya Weasley, kerofan, Kathy, anononas, I LOVE DRACO, daygogurl, ladedahdahdeeeee..., yeah, so i've reviewed a two chaptered story like five times... () and H.C.C.B.