((VenusDeOmnipotent: I didn't see her as mean, really. Even Hermione has a
temper once in a while;)
tulzdavampslayer: Rest assured, his missingness will not go unremarked- upon*_~
Glowing Embers: Okay, and I'll just say 'Thank you, thank you, thank you...;)
Ri: Thanks:)
Morbane: Glad you like it~_~
GinnyMalfoy: (Love the name~_*) Don't worry, he'll be back sooner or later...))
Disclaimer: Not mine.
((A/n: Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and all the rest ~_~. Here's an extra-long, extra-fluffy chapter - hope everyone likes it*_~))
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Shortly after the Headmaster's announcement, Ginny rose from the table, letting Draco slide into her book-bag as she did. As she approached the entranceway, he suddenly groaned and slipped farther down. Potter and his side-kicks were lingering by the door.
"Hey, Gin," he heard Weasel say, echoed by the others. Ginny responded in kind, her voice still as calm as it had been this morning. Then they were off once again, Ginny following a path through the halls of the castle that Draco didn't recognize - but then, he'd never been near the Gryffindor common room.
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Ginny pulled up short before the familiar portrait, then hesitated.
"The password's 'Phoenix Feather'."
As the Fat Lady nodded and swung forward, Ginny turned to thank the speaker...and looked into green eyes.
"Thanks, Harry," she told him, mentally checking her reaction. She was nervous, yes...but she wasn't blushing, or stammering. It hadn't been a fluke, then. She wasn't sure quite how she felt about that. She'd spent the better part of the last four years chasing after him, and yet...where had it gotten her, anyway? With a sigh, she entered the common room, barely noticing the cheerful banners or the flickering fires as she climbed the staircase that led to her old room.
Drawing the red curtains on her four-poster, Ginny lay back with a sigh. Silver, curling up by her side, turned to look up at her. Meeting the storm-gray eyes, she felt a smile creep back onto her face, and she gently rubbed him behind the ears.
"It's all right, Silver. Just me being melodramatic again."
He responded with a curious head-tilt, drawing a chuckle out of her.
"It's nothing, really. Just...thinking about Harry again," she said, noting with some surprise the hostile air Silver had assumed. He didn't move, however, so she shrugged and went on. "It's fair funny. I remember telling Riddle why I had a crush on Harry...now I'm telling you why I don't. She shook her head, propping herself up on one elbow. "I mean, yes, he's famous. Is that really reason to like somebody, though? And," she added, with a slight blush, "he is handsome. But that's not exactly a justification, either, is it?" she asked reflectively. "I mean, Draco bloody Malfoy is handsome, and I'm not running after HIM."
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Draco's head jerked up in surprise, and for a moment he only stared at her. He knew, of course, that he was being used simply as an example, but...she thought he was handsome? Mentally, he shook himself. 'Get a grip', he demanded harshly. 'Of course you're handsome - you're Draco Malfoy.' But, far from feeling his normal confidence in his looks, he was somehow...amazed, that she thought so.
With an odd look in his direction, Ginny went on. "I guess it's a good thing you can't talk, Silver," she told him with a wry chuckle. "Me, admiring Draco Malfoy - picture THAT flying all over Gryffindor Tower!"
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Ginny shook her head. Now, THAT would be an utter disaster. She turned on her side, smiling slightly at Silver. She'd grown used to this, staying up a few minutes after lights-out, having a one-sided chat with her ferret. But, he just didn't seem like a normal pet. His tiny face was so expressive, and it seemed he always understood her when she spoke to him. For that matter, she could often make out what he was trying to tell her. A faint prickle of unease gnawed at her, but she pushed it firmly back. There was no reason to be paranoid. It was highly unlikely that Silver was possessed by Tom Riddle, or any other unfriendly being. He was simply what he seemed to be - a highly intelligent, perceptive animal. Nothing more, nothing less. A yawn broke from her lips, interrupting her train of thought. Silver looked over at her, then jumped deftly from the bed to the nightstand, settling on his pillow. His eyes held hers for a moment, then closed. Despite herself, Ginny laughed softly.
"Not many girls have a ferret to tell them when to go to bed, hmm, Silver?" she asked, with a rueful smile. "Oh, well - you're right, anyway. G'night."
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Draco was rapidly fading into sleep, but he forced open his heavy eyelids for a moment.
'Good night, Ginny...' he thought, wishing, irrationally, that she could somehow hear him...
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tulzdavampslayer: Rest assured, his missingness will not go unremarked- upon*_~
Glowing Embers: Okay, and I'll just say 'Thank you, thank you, thank you...;)
Ri: Thanks:)
Morbane: Glad you like it~_~
GinnyMalfoy: (Love the name~_*) Don't worry, he'll be back sooner or later...))
Disclaimer: Not mine.
((A/n: Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and all the rest ~_~. Here's an extra-long, extra-fluffy chapter - hope everyone likes it*_~))
-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
Shortly after the Headmaster's announcement, Ginny rose from the table, letting Draco slide into her book-bag as she did. As she approached the entranceway, he suddenly groaned and slipped farther down. Potter and his side-kicks were lingering by the door.
"Hey, Gin," he heard Weasel say, echoed by the others. Ginny responded in kind, her voice still as calm as it had been this morning. Then they were off once again, Ginny following a path through the halls of the castle that Draco didn't recognize - but then, he'd never been near the Gryffindor common room.
/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ginny pulled up short before the familiar portrait, then hesitated.
"The password's 'Phoenix Feather'."
As the Fat Lady nodded and swung forward, Ginny turned to thank the speaker...and looked into green eyes.
"Thanks, Harry," she told him, mentally checking her reaction. She was nervous, yes...but she wasn't blushing, or stammering. It hadn't been a fluke, then. She wasn't sure quite how she felt about that. She'd spent the better part of the last four years chasing after him, and yet...where had it gotten her, anyway? With a sigh, she entered the common room, barely noticing the cheerful banners or the flickering fires as she climbed the staircase that led to her old room.
Drawing the red curtains on her four-poster, Ginny lay back with a sigh. Silver, curling up by her side, turned to look up at her. Meeting the storm-gray eyes, she felt a smile creep back onto her face, and she gently rubbed him behind the ears.
"It's all right, Silver. Just me being melodramatic again."
He responded with a curious head-tilt, drawing a chuckle out of her.
"It's nothing, really. Just...thinking about Harry again," she said, noting with some surprise the hostile air Silver had assumed. He didn't move, however, so she shrugged and went on. "It's fair funny. I remember telling Riddle why I had a crush on Harry...now I'm telling you why I don't. She shook her head, propping herself up on one elbow. "I mean, yes, he's famous. Is that really reason to like somebody, though? And," she added, with a slight blush, "he is handsome. But that's not exactly a justification, either, is it?" she asked reflectively. "I mean, Draco bloody Malfoy is handsome, and I'm not running after HIM."
~*~*~*~*~*~
/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
Draco's head jerked up in surprise, and for a moment he only stared at her. He knew, of course, that he was being used simply as an example, but...she thought he was handsome? Mentally, he shook himself. 'Get a grip', he demanded harshly. 'Of course you're handsome - you're Draco Malfoy.' But, far from feeling his normal confidence in his looks, he was somehow...amazed, that she thought so.
With an odd look in his direction, Ginny went on. "I guess it's a good thing you can't talk, Silver," she told him with a wry chuckle. "Me, admiring Draco Malfoy - picture THAT flying all over Gryffindor Tower!"
/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ginny shook her head. Now, THAT would be an utter disaster. She turned on her side, smiling slightly at Silver. She'd grown used to this, staying up a few minutes after lights-out, having a one-sided chat with her ferret. But, he just didn't seem like a normal pet. His tiny face was so expressive, and it seemed he always understood her when she spoke to him. For that matter, she could often make out what he was trying to tell her. A faint prickle of unease gnawed at her, but she pushed it firmly back. There was no reason to be paranoid. It was highly unlikely that Silver was possessed by Tom Riddle, or any other unfriendly being. He was simply what he seemed to be - a highly intelligent, perceptive animal. Nothing more, nothing less. A yawn broke from her lips, interrupting her train of thought. Silver looked over at her, then jumped deftly from the bed to the nightstand, settling on his pillow. His eyes held hers for a moment, then closed. Despite herself, Ginny laughed softly.
"Not many girls have a ferret to tell them when to go to bed, hmm, Silver?" she asked, with a rueful smile. "Oh, well - you're right, anyway. G'night."
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Draco was rapidly fading into sleep, but he forced open his heavy eyelids for a moment.
'Good night, Ginny...' he thought, wishing, irrationally, that she could somehow hear him...
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