Ginny climbed the stairwell to the Gryfindor Tower. The over indulgent woman in the portrait smiled cheerfully but then glanced concerned.
"Ginny Weasley? What happened to you child?" She asked
"You don't want to know and I don't want to talk about it so to make a long story short I won't tell you." Ginny said softly.
"Oh, if that's what you want. Password dear?"
"Slytherin Sucks." She said with little energy. The painting swung out and she held her breath. All hell was about to break loose.
"Where have you been, Ginny?" Asked a quiet voice in the back of the room.
"I plead the fifth!" She had heard that in a movie she watched for Muggle Studies and thought it sounded right.
"Pity you're not in America then isn't it." Harry said as he closed the book he'd been holding.
"I went out to the nor-west tower for a duel…" She said trying to sound believable.
"And you got in a fist fight?" He asked.
"Um…yeah." She said collapsing on the oversized chair beside Harry.
"Details please?" He insisted.
"It's a long story."
"We've got time." He said raising a brow.
"Me and Malfoy went rounds." She said closing her eyes. Ginny could just picture what he was thinking. 'Oh no, poor defenseless little Ginny Weasley was beat up by that big bad prat, Malfoy.'
"Why?" he asked sounding absolutely calm.
"A mutual argument that got out of hand." She said shaking her head.
"Did you tell Dumbledor?" He asked.
"He already knows. Is there ANYTHING in this school that he DOESN'T know?" She yelled with frustration.
"…Probably not." He said with a trademark grin. The corners of his mouth went down again but he didn't frown. "What happened to Malfoy?"
"Oh, well he's worse off then me, that's for sure. He doesn't exactly reek of innocence. His face is all bruised… I feel so horrible about it." She said.
"What? Why?" He asked slightly shocked.
"Um… I guess I instigated it. He wouldn't fight me so… I punched him. It was my fault." She said with a week smile. "Who would of thunk? A Malfoy not starting a fight." She shook her head much to Harry's disapproval.
"He shouldn't have hit you even if you did punch him." He said sternly.
Ginny stood up. "Excuse me?" She hissed. "And why the hell not?"
"Gin, don't take this the right way. But guys shouldn't hit girls." He said seriously.
"Listen up here Mr.- higher- then -thou- Harry- freaking'- Potter, I don't give a shit if I'm a girl. I don't expect to be treated differently one way or the other. I hit him, he hit me. Not the other way around. Hell, I wanted him to hit me I think!" She said.
"What?" Harry asked confusion.
"I don't want to be treated like glass. I may be a girl, a small one given, but I can take care of myself. I don't need you, or anyone following me around fighting my battles. Not now, not ever. I'm not just Ron's sister you know. I'm Ginny Weasley, fifth year and fourth generation Gryfindor! If you have any doubts how well I can take care of myself ask Draco Malfoy!" She said and stormed off up the steps and into her dorm room.
Harry stood at where she had been thinking of her words and the truth that rang loudly in them. Setting the book on the end table he stood up and went to his own dorm. He just had to think.
Ron and Hermoine entered the common room as the boys' dorm door closed.
"I don't care about 'facts' the slime ball hit my sister. Now, he's gonna get it. Just wait till Fred and George find out. They take their positions as beaters very seriously!" Ron screamed his eyes wide in fury.
"Ron, SHUT UP! Have you even talked about it with Ginny? This could be a big misunderstanding or a coincidence even!"
"Oh, it's no coincidence." Ron steamed. "I saw the way they glared at each other."
Ron entered the boys' dorm in a huff, ignoring Harry who was laying face down on his bed.
Down in the Slytherin dungeons Draco was trying to sneak into the common room un-noticed. He hoped that it would be so crowded that nobody would notice that he'd not been there. Draco kicked himself for falling asleep.
"Did you hear? Those Weasleys caught Malfoy down in the dungeon. I heard they held him back and beat him up." A second year whispered to another.
Malfoy sneered and continued through the room and stopped at a portion of the wall. Placing his hand on a portion of the wall a stone slid revealing an engraving. Draco reached into his pocket pulling out his medallion placing it into the engraving. A green light flashed and a portion of the wall moved revealing his dorm room.
Sluggishly he stepped into the room, letting the door slam behind him with a loud snap. He hated that door and often wondered what would happen if he wasn't fast enough while going through it. Angrily he ripped at the front of his robes. They were beyond repair. The only thing he could do was to replace them. Draco shoved the ball of Green material into the fire where it started to let out a foul smoke.
"Great! They're fire resistant!" He announced as he pulled the un-charred remains of his robes. How the heck was he supposed to get rid of them? Frustrated he tossed them onto the floor and flung himself onto his bed, groaning when he hit the back of his head on the dashboard. Things were not going good for him; that was for sure. But then things took a turn for worse.
A loud clank was heard and the door was open, Jacob raced in looking slightly pale.
"What is it?"
"Draco, The entire Weasley crew wants to kick your ass. Well, not just yours. More like anyone associated with you…like me!" He said collapsing in a chair. "Imagine, there I was minding my own business, writing a few reminders on the Gryfindor house wall," He said with a grin " When out of nowhere three red headed monsters jump out of the shadows and grab me by my robes and try to drag me into a class room. So there I was kicking and biting finally one of the thugs let me go and I ran all they way here… you're friends are waiting outside the front door but the Bloody Baron distracted them while I got inside."
For the first time in the entire ordeal Draco smiled. "You had your hood up didn't you?" He asked as he bent to peel off a shoe.
Jacob looked at his roommate oddly. "Yeah, soooo???"
Draco rolled his eyes and snatched a mirror off of the table. Storming across the room he lifted the hood of his friend's robes. Holding the mirror in front of Jacob he sniffed. "Now do you understand?"
"Ohhh, well this is the first time the family resemblance nearly got me killed." He said tossing the mirror onto Draco's bed.
Draco rolled his eyes at his cousin. How thick was he? He loved him like a brother but the guy had issues.
"What am I supposed to do?" Jacob asked as Malfoy grabbed a change of clothes.
"Oh I don't know, maybe you should change into pink robes and wear a big sign that reads, "I'm not Draco Malfoy." At the very least they'll think you're a girl." Draco said sarcastically and gave his long time cohort a withering look.
"Hey! Don't look at me in that tone of voice young man!" Jacob added in an astoundingly realistic impression of his aunt Narcissia, Draco's mother.
Draco shuddered. "Don't do THAT!" he said with a mock tone of fear.
The two laughed and both were in better spirits then they were in when they had entered the room. Now the tricky part was keeping it that way…
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That's eight folks! Oh yeah! I decided to do the whole 'hidden dorms' thing since a lot of people describe all of the house dorms the same way but with different furniture *sigh* so I was original. I figured "hey, why not! I'm positive if anyone could do it the Slytherins would" so there you have it. Let me know what you think.
"Ginny Weasley? What happened to you child?" She asked
"You don't want to know and I don't want to talk about it so to make a long story short I won't tell you." Ginny said softly.
"Oh, if that's what you want. Password dear?"
"Slytherin Sucks." She said with little energy. The painting swung out and she held her breath. All hell was about to break loose.
"Where have you been, Ginny?" Asked a quiet voice in the back of the room.
"I plead the fifth!" She had heard that in a movie she watched for Muggle Studies and thought it sounded right.
"Pity you're not in America then isn't it." Harry said as he closed the book he'd been holding.
"I went out to the nor-west tower for a duel…" She said trying to sound believable.
"And you got in a fist fight?" He asked.
"Um…yeah." She said collapsing on the oversized chair beside Harry.
"Details please?" He insisted.
"It's a long story."
"We've got time." He said raising a brow.
"Me and Malfoy went rounds." She said closing her eyes. Ginny could just picture what he was thinking. 'Oh no, poor defenseless little Ginny Weasley was beat up by that big bad prat, Malfoy.'
"Why?" he asked sounding absolutely calm.
"A mutual argument that got out of hand." She said shaking her head.
"Did you tell Dumbledor?" He asked.
"He already knows. Is there ANYTHING in this school that he DOESN'T know?" She yelled with frustration.
"…Probably not." He said with a trademark grin. The corners of his mouth went down again but he didn't frown. "What happened to Malfoy?"
"Oh, well he's worse off then me, that's for sure. He doesn't exactly reek of innocence. His face is all bruised… I feel so horrible about it." She said.
"What? Why?" He asked slightly shocked.
"Um… I guess I instigated it. He wouldn't fight me so… I punched him. It was my fault." She said with a week smile. "Who would of thunk? A Malfoy not starting a fight." She shook her head much to Harry's disapproval.
"He shouldn't have hit you even if you did punch him." He said sternly.
Ginny stood up. "Excuse me?" She hissed. "And why the hell not?"
"Gin, don't take this the right way. But guys shouldn't hit girls." He said seriously.
"Listen up here Mr.- higher- then -thou- Harry- freaking'- Potter, I don't give a shit if I'm a girl. I don't expect to be treated differently one way or the other. I hit him, he hit me. Not the other way around. Hell, I wanted him to hit me I think!" She said.
"What?" Harry asked confusion.
"I don't want to be treated like glass. I may be a girl, a small one given, but I can take care of myself. I don't need you, or anyone following me around fighting my battles. Not now, not ever. I'm not just Ron's sister you know. I'm Ginny Weasley, fifth year and fourth generation Gryfindor! If you have any doubts how well I can take care of myself ask Draco Malfoy!" She said and stormed off up the steps and into her dorm room.
Harry stood at where she had been thinking of her words and the truth that rang loudly in them. Setting the book on the end table he stood up and went to his own dorm. He just had to think.
Ron and Hermoine entered the common room as the boys' dorm door closed.
"I don't care about 'facts' the slime ball hit my sister. Now, he's gonna get it. Just wait till Fred and George find out. They take their positions as beaters very seriously!" Ron screamed his eyes wide in fury.
"Ron, SHUT UP! Have you even talked about it with Ginny? This could be a big misunderstanding or a coincidence even!"
"Oh, it's no coincidence." Ron steamed. "I saw the way they glared at each other."
Ron entered the boys' dorm in a huff, ignoring Harry who was laying face down on his bed.
Down in the Slytherin dungeons Draco was trying to sneak into the common room un-noticed. He hoped that it would be so crowded that nobody would notice that he'd not been there. Draco kicked himself for falling asleep.
"Did you hear? Those Weasleys caught Malfoy down in the dungeon. I heard they held him back and beat him up." A second year whispered to another.
Malfoy sneered and continued through the room and stopped at a portion of the wall. Placing his hand on a portion of the wall a stone slid revealing an engraving. Draco reached into his pocket pulling out his medallion placing it into the engraving. A green light flashed and a portion of the wall moved revealing his dorm room.
Sluggishly he stepped into the room, letting the door slam behind him with a loud snap. He hated that door and often wondered what would happen if he wasn't fast enough while going through it. Angrily he ripped at the front of his robes. They were beyond repair. The only thing he could do was to replace them. Draco shoved the ball of Green material into the fire where it started to let out a foul smoke.
"Great! They're fire resistant!" He announced as he pulled the un-charred remains of his robes. How the heck was he supposed to get rid of them? Frustrated he tossed them onto the floor and flung himself onto his bed, groaning when he hit the back of his head on the dashboard. Things were not going good for him; that was for sure. But then things took a turn for worse.
A loud clank was heard and the door was open, Jacob raced in looking slightly pale.
"What is it?"
"Draco, The entire Weasley crew wants to kick your ass. Well, not just yours. More like anyone associated with you…like me!" He said collapsing in a chair. "Imagine, there I was minding my own business, writing a few reminders on the Gryfindor house wall," He said with a grin " When out of nowhere three red headed monsters jump out of the shadows and grab me by my robes and try to drag me into a class room. So there I was kicking and biting finally one of the thugs let me go and I ran all they way here… you're friends are waiting outside the front door but the Bloody Baron distracted them while I got inside."
For the first time in the entire ordeal Draco smiled. "You had your hood up didn't you?" He asked as he bent to peel off a shoe.
Jacob looked at his roommate oddly. "Yeah, soooo???"
Draco rolled his eyes and snatched a mirror off of the table. Storming across the room he lifted the hood of his friend's robes. Holding the mirror in front of Jacob he sniffed. "Now do you understand?"
"Ohhh, well this is the first time the family resemblance nearly got me killed." He said tossing the mirror onto Draco's bed.
Draco rolled his eyes at his cousin. How thick was he? He loved him like a brother but the guy had issues.
"What am I supposed to do?" Jacob asked as Malfoy grabbed a change of clothes.
"Oh I don't know, maybe you should change into pink robes and wear a big sign that reads, "I'm not Draco Malfoy." At the very least they'll think you're a girl." Draco said sarcastically and gave his long time cohort a withering look.
"Hey! Don't look at me in that tone of voice young man!" Jacob added in an astoundingly realistic impression of his aunt Narcissia, Draco's mother.
Draco shuddered. "Don't do THAT!" he said with a mock tone of fear.
The two laughed and both were in better spirits then they were in when they had entered the room. Now the tricky part was keeping it that way…
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That's eight folks! Oh yeah! I decided to do the whole 'hidden dorms' thing since a lot of people describe all of the house dorms the same way but with different furniture *sigh* so I was original. I figured "hey, why not! I'm positive if anyone could do it the Slytherins would" so there you have it. Let me know what you think.