"You must be jelly because jam don't shake that way."
A/N: Yeah, I know I'm strange, but I didn't say it. My social teacher did. I have no idea what he meant by it and I hope his meaning was different than mine in the story, but you never know. Mr. Macioce's quotes have inspired a lot of strange things. I hope this is one of the better stories that he has instigated. I'm sorry if you think it's bad, but you have been warned at its strangeness.
You must be jelly because jam don't shake that way. Do you want to know who I am? Meet me in the empty charms class By the statue of Merlin's uncle. You know where. I'll be there at half past eleven. Love, Your secret admirer
I wonder who that's from, thought sixth year Hogwart's student, Ginny Weasely. She was insulted by the crack at the top. Sure she had heard a lot of that lately, but this was getting to be a bit much. She was seriously considering going, but then started thinking a little more. I can't go and meet this person, it might be dangerous, she thought to herself. Ever since her first year at Hogwart's she had been wary of anything unknown. She never wanted to have to go through anything like the chamber of secrets again. But I want to find out who it is. I haven't had a boyfriend since Seamus, and he has obviously moved on. Now that he's dating Hermione. Ginny thought, reflecting back on her relationship with the seventh year Gryffindor. I need to get out more, and I will go tonight. I can take care of myself. I'll bring my wand; anyway, whoever wrote this is obviously interested in me, why would they hurt me? She asked herself, her curiosity overpowering her common sense. She spent the rest of her time until dinner thinking about who this mystery person was.
At dinner, Ginny barely ate anything. She was too excited about that night. She didn't tell anyone about her love letter, but her best friend, Alanna, noticed that something was distracting her.
"Ginny, what is the matter with you? You haven't been yourself since we went back to the dorm to change after Care of Magical Creatures. Did something happen?"
"No, I'm fine. I just have a bit of a headache."
"Really? You know that's kind of funny, normally when people get headaches they act like they're in pain. They don't walk around with this stupid smile on their face, dropping things and humming to themselves."
"Do I really look like that?"
"I might have exaggerated a little, but I came pretty close to the truth."
"Gosh, I didn't know."
"So what's up with you?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing my ass. What is your problem?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow when I know what is going to happen."
"Fine, I'll let it go for now."
"Thank you," Ginny said sarcastically.
Ginny and Alanna were as different as two people could be, and yet, they were best friends. They were different in their personalities and their looks. While both were very attractive, Ginny was red-haired, freckled, and pale. She had wine colored hair, and her skin was like ivory. She had a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks, and milk chocolate eyes.
Alanna was the perfect depiction of a California girl, even though she had grown up in London. Her father was American and she had inherited his looks. She had tan skin, naturally highlighted hair, ranging from bleach blonde to golden honey, and bright blue eyes. Her eyes were her most striking feature, looking into them was like looking into a clear pool of water. At the bottom of that pool, you could read all her emotions. She usually had a mischievous glint in them.
Their personalities were like black and white against each other, too. Ginny was quiet and shy. Alanna was loud and outspoken. She was always the first to volunteer for anything. Ginny never wanted attention drawn to her, while Alanna was always the center of attention. Maybe that was why they were such good friends. Alanna was the impulsive one and Ginny was the who dragged her back down to earth so she could get her potions homework done. Sometimes Ginny thought Alanna should be in Slytherin, instead of Gryffindor. The way she always had some trick or another to play on other students, but then she always needed Ginny to help her out of trouble for it. Because of their different personalities, their taste in boys was vastly different as well. Ginny never liked to talk about the latest object of her affection, but Alanna needed to talk about it. It was like if Alanna didn't talk to someone, or Ginny, she would explode and become a nun. It never helped when some new guy made a rude comment to her because it would usually end up in some guy with a black eye and a bruised ego. Then Alanna would declare that men were pigs and she would never have anything to do with them, but then, someone who she liked would do something that changed her mind. That was when she really needed to talk to Ginny. Currently, Alanna thought she was in love with Harry Potter. For Ginny, that was like her best friend being in love with her brother. She used to have a crush on Harry, but he regarded her as the little sister he never had. Alanna didn't know, but Harry had told Ginny over the summer that he really liked Alanna. Harry had sworn her to secrecy, though.
Ginny was still thinking about later that night, although she was trying to make it less obvious. Alanna still thought she was acting a little loopy, but she didn't push the subject. She knew that if Ginny wanted to keep quiet about it, she would. I wonder what's bothering her, thought Alanna, I'll find out somehow.
I wonder what he's like. I can't wait to find out who he is. Oh God. I wish I didn't have to watch Seamus and Hermione all the time. It's disgusting, they're always so cheerful and lovey-dovey, it's sickening, she thought to herself, thinking that maybe by tomorrow she would have someone of her own to show off. That would put Seamus in his place. What time is it? Damn, only 7:30, three hours to go. Maybe I could go up to bed and pretend to sleep for a little while. Nah, Lanna would notice and start asking questions.
"Ginny, since your not going to eat anything and I'm done, let's go up to the common room or the library to do our homework."
"Okay."
"Well, if it isn't the little Weasel and her mudblood friend."
"Don't you dare call us that, ferret boy," Alanna replied hotly.
"What are you going to do about it, surfer girl?"
"Is that the best you can come up with? My father was a very talented surfer and I take it as a compliment to be called a surfer."
"Fine, I'll go back to referring to you as mudblood, since that's what you are. You're muggle surfer father gave you that as well as your looks. It's a shame that you're a mudblood, you would look good lying beside me under my silk sheets." "I know that you wish you could shag me, but you'll never get the chance. I am allergic to rodents of any kind, including ferrets."
"Then why are you friends with the Weasel? And why are you defending her? Can't she speak for herself?"
"I can speak just fine Malfoy," Ginny spat, "but I didn't deem you worthy of my time and energy. Let's go Lanna."
"I'll see you later ferret boy."
Not able to come up with a sufficient retort, he turned and went back to the Slytherin table.
"Wow Gin! I didn't know you had it in you to be so rude to anyone, even Malfoy."
"Yes, well, I couldn't let him insult us and our families, could I?"
"I s'pose not, but it was still so unlike you."
"I guess it was. Let's get our homework and go to the library."
"Yeah."
Ginny was just as shocked at how she had stood up for herself as Alanna was, but she wasn't about to let anyone notice. I can't believe I did that! Maybe that love letter I got has boosted my confidence, she thought. They went and got their stuff and Ginny found another piece of parchment on her bed.
I saw your little display at dinner. Very nice. I'm glad that you're starting to come out of your shell I hope you'll come tonight. I'm anxiously awaiting the visit. I'll see you at half past eleven. I hope you keep doing that thing you do. It drives me crazy.
Love Your secret admirer
Ginny couldn't believe it. This is so strange. I hope this guy's serious. If he isn't, I'll go become a nun. I swear! Ginny thought to herself. "Gin? You coming? Hey what's that?" Alanna said, seeing the parchment.
"Nothing," Ginny said trying to stuff the page in her bag, but she was too slow.
"Love your secret admirer? Is this what you've been on about all night?"
"Yes," Ginny said, surrendering to the fact that Alanna knew now.
"You're not going, are you?"
"I don't know. I was thinking about it."
"You can't! It could be dangerous!"
"I thought about that too, but I think I can protect myself."
"I won't let you go."
"You can't stop me."
"Yes I can, and I will. You are not going."
"It's my life Alanna. You can't tell me what to do. I'm going and that's final."
"Then I'm going with you."
"No you're not. I'm going, alone, and that's final."
"Ginny! I don't want you to get hurt. I'm just trying to help you."
"If you want to help me, then leave me alone and let me go."
"Fine. If that's what you want, then I won't stop you."
"Good."
Ginny stormed off down the stairs to the common room after snatching the note from Alanna's hand. She was going to do her homework with Hermione and Harry and her brother, but then she remembered that Ron and Harry had Quidditch practice and Hermione would be with Seamus. She decided that she would go to the library; there was always someone there to study with.
Once she got to the library, she was sadly disappointed at the lack of sixth years there. She sat down at a table in the back and got out her arithmancy homework. She was working the figures when a shadow fell across her book. She looked up and saw it was Malfoy. He was looking down at her paper. She ignored him, thinking, maybe if I just pretend he's not here, he'll get the point and leave. She was wrong.
"Is the little weasel having trouble with her homework?"
"That's none of your business. Don't you have some dark hole to go crawl in?"
"Wow, the weasel has developed quite a mouth lately."
"Sod off. I want to finish this."
"You would finish it a lot faster if you used this equation," he said, taking her quill and writing down a different equation. He was right; his was easier.
"Thank you for the help, Malfoy, but I think I can do this by myself now. You can leave."
"Tut, tut, is that anyway to thank me?"
"I think it is. Like I said, you can leave now, ferret boy."
"You shouldn't go around trying to insult people who are smarter than you."
"I'll remember that for future reference, but right now I'll continue with my homework. And thank you very much for the help," she said sweetly. He turned and left. She was surprised; it wasn't like him to let her have the last word. He's acting very strange. What time is it? Wow, I've been at this a long time, it's 9:30! I'll finish tomorrow, she thought to herself while packing up her books and heading out the door. When she got to Gryffindor tower, she went up to her dorm and saw Alanna lying on her bed reading their favorite book, Passionate Trousers by Aurora Twilight. It was almost disgusting, but they loved it anyway. I'll make friends again tomorrow, I want to not feel guilty tonight, she though. Ginny didn't even bother to change; she just crawled into her bed and pulled the curtains shut tight. She didn't want anyone to bother her. She grabbed her book and started reading. She looked at her watch every ten minutes, each time cursing herself silently. Finally it was 11:20. She got out of bed and grabbed her wand and robes. She silently walked down the stairs and out the portrait hole, heading toward the empty charms classroom.
A/N: What do you think? Review, no matter what you think. I want to point out the Cassie Claire ref. I took her Passionate Trousers book, I hope she doesn't mind. I meant nothing by it and will acknowledge anything else I use from other fics. The good thing about fics is that, no matter what you do, it's a fic so it doesn't matter. If you notice anything from another fic in mine and I don't say anything, make sure to tell me! You can do that by reviewing! See? It all comes down to the reviews. And, finally, sorry about the short chapter.
Okay, I am just updating this, my dad said that he heard the quote at the beginning somewhere and if anyone can give me a source the can have a chocolate frog! Ahh! I had to go back and reformat it because it looked really bad on ff.net so if it's still confusing, sorry, I'm working on it.
A/N: Yeah, I know I'm strange, but I didn't say it. My social teacher did. I have no idea what he meant by it and I hope his meaning was different than mine in the story, but you never know. Mr. Macioce's quotes have inspired a lot of strange things. I hope this is one of the better stories that he has instigated. I'm sorry if you think it's bad, but you have been warned at its strangeness.
You must be jelly because jam don't shake that way. Do you want to know who I am? Meet me in the empty charms class By the statue of Merlin's uncle. You know where. I'll be there at half past eleven. Love, Your secret admirer
I wonder who that's from, thought sixth year Hogwart's student, Ginny Weasely. She was insulted by the crack at the top. Sure she had heard a lot of that lately, but this was getting to be a bit much. She was seriously considering going, but then started thinking a little more. I can't go and meet this person, it might be dangerous, she thought to herself. Ever since her first year at Hogwart's she had been wary of anything unknown. She never wanted to have to go through anything like the chamber of secrets again. But I want to find out who it is. I haven't had a boyfriend since Seamus, and he has obviously moved on. Now that he's dating Hermione. Ginny thought, reflecting back on her relationship with the seventh year Gryffindor. I need to get out more, and I will go tonight. I can take care of myself. I'll bring my wand; anyway, whoever wrote this is obviously interested in me, why would they hurt me? She asked herself, her curiosity overpowering her common sense. She spent the rest of her time until dinner thinking about who this mystery person was.
At dinner, Ginny barely ate anything. She was too excited about that night. She didn't tell anyone about her love letter, but her best friend, Alanna, noticed that something was distracting her.
"Ginny, what is the matter with you? You haven't been yourself since we went back to the dorm to change after Care of Magical Creatures. Did something happen?"
"No, I'm fine. I just have a bit of a headache."
"Really? You know that's kind of funny, normally when people get headaches they act like they're in pain. They don't walk around with this stupid smile on their face, dropping things and humming to themselves."
"Do I really look like that?"
"I might have exaggerated a little, but I came pretty close to the truth."
"Gosh, I didn't know."
"So what's up with you?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing my ass. What is your problem?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow when I know what is going to happen."
"Fine, I'll let it go for now."
"Thank you," Ginny said sarcastically.
Ginny and Alanna were as different as two people could be, and yet, they were best friends. They were different in their personalities and their looks. While both were very attractive, Ginny was red-haired, freckled, and pale. She had wine colored hair, and her skin was like ivory. She had a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks, and milk chocolate eyes.
Alanna was the perfect depiction of a California girl, even though she had grown up in London. Her father was American and she had inherited his looks. She had tan skin, naturally highlighted hair, ranging from bleach blonde to golden honey, and bright blue eyes. Her eyes were her most striking feature, looking into them was like looking into a clear pool of water. At the bottom of that pool, you could read all her emotions. She usually had a mischievous glint in them.
Their personalities were like black and white against each other, too. Ginny was quiet and shy. Alanna was loud and outspoken. She was always the first to volunteer for anything. Ginny never wanted attention drawn to her, while Alanna was always the center of attention. Maybe that was why they were such good friends. Alanna was the impulsive one and Ginny was the who dragged her back down to earth so she could get her potions homework done. Sometimes Ginny thought Alanna should be in Slytherin, instead of Gryffindor. The way she always had some trick or another to play on other students, but then she always needed Ginny to help her out of trouble for it. Because of their different personalities, their taste in boys was vastly different as well. Ginny never liked to talk about the latest object of her affection, but Alanna needed to talk about it. It was like if Alanna didn't talk to someone, or Ginny, she would explode and become a nun. It never helped when some new guy made a rude comment to her because it would usually end up in some guy with a black eye and a bruised ego. Then Alanna would declare that men were pigs and she would never have anything to do with them, but then, someone who she liked would do something that changed her mind. That was when she really needed to talk to Ginny. Currently, Alanna thought she was in love with Harry Potter. For Ginny, that was like her best friend being in love with her brother. She used to have a crush on Harry, but he regarded her as the little sister he never had. Alanna didn't know, but Harry had told Ginny over the summer that he really liked Alanna. Harry had sworn her to secrecy, though.
Ginny was still thinking about later that night, although she was trying to make it less obvious. Alanna still thought she was acting a little loopy, but she didn't push the subject. She knew that if Ginny wanted to keep quiet about it, she would. I wonder what's bothering her, thought Alanna, I'll find out somehow.
I wonder what he's like. I can't wait to find out who he is. Oh God. I wish I didn't have to watch Seamus and Hermione all the time. It's disgusting, they're always so cheerful and lovey-dovey, it's sickening, she thought to herself, thinking that maybe by tomorrow she would have someone of her own to show off. That would put Seamus in his place. What time is it? Damn, only 7:30, three hours to go. Maybe I could go up to bed and pretend to sleep for a little while. Nah, Lanna would notice and start asking questions.
"Ginny, since your not going to eat anything and I'm done, let's go up to the common room or the library to do our homework."
"Okay."
"Well, if it isn't the little Weasel and her mudblood friend."
"Don't you dare call us that, ferret boy," Alanna replied hotly.
"What are you going to do about it, surfer girl?"
"Is that the best you can come up with? My father was a very talented surfer and I take it as a compliment to be called a surfer."
"Fine, I'll go back to referring to you as mudblood, since that's what you are. You're muggle surfer father gave you that as well as your looks. It's a shame that you're a mudblood, you would look good lying beside me under my silk sheets." "I know that you wish you could shag me, but you'll never get the chance. I am allergic to rodents of any kind, including ferrets."
"Then why are you friends with the Weasel? And why are you defending her? Can't she speak for herself?"
"I can speak just fine Malfoy," Ginny spat, "but I didn't deem you worthy of my time and energy. Let's go Lanna."
"I'll see you later ferret boy."
Not able to come up with a sufficient retort, he turned and went back to the Slytherin table.
"Wow Gin! I didn't know you had it in you to be so rude to anyone, even Malfoy."
"Yes, well, I couldn't let him insult us and our families, could I?"
"I s'pose not, but it was still so unlike you."
"I guess it was. Let's get our homework and go to the library."
"Yeah."
Ginny was just as shocked at how she had stood up for herself as Alanna was, but she wasn't about to let anyone notice. I can't believe I did that! Maybe that love letter I got has boosted my confidence, she thought. They went and got their stuff and Ginny found another piece of parchment on her bed.
I saw your little display at dinner. Very nice. I'm glad that you're starting to come out of your shell I hope you'll come tonight. I'm anxiously awaiting the visit. I'll see you at half past eleven. I hope you keep doing that thing you do. It drives me crazy.
Love Your secret admirer
Ginny couldn't believe it. This is so strange. I hope this guy's serious. If he isn't, I'll go become a nun. I swear! Ginny thought to herself. "Gin? You coming? Hey what's that?" Alanna said, seeing the parchment.
"Nothing," Ginny said trying to stuff the page in her bag, but she was too slow.
"Love your secret admirer? Is this what you've been on about all night?"
"Yes," Ginny said, surrendering to the fact that Alanna knew now.
"You're not going, are you?"
"I don't know. I was thinking about it."
"You can't! It could be dangerous!"
"I thought about that too, but I think I can protect myself."
"I won't let you go."
"You can't stop me."
"Yes I can, and I will. You are not going."
"It's my life Alanna. You can't tell me what to do. I'm going and that's final."
"Then I'm going with you."
"No you're not. I'm going, alone, and that's final."
"Ginny! I don't want you to get hurt. I'm just trying to help you."
"If you want to help me, then leave me alone and let me go."
"Fine. If that's what you want, then I won't stop you."
"Good."
Ginny stormed off down the stairs to the common room after snatching the note from Alanna's hand. She was going to do her homework with Hermione and Harry and her brother, but then she remembered that Ron and Harry had Quidditch practice and Hermione would be with Seamus. She decided that she would go to the library; there was always someone there to study with.
Once she got to the library, she was sadly disappointed at the lack of sixth years there. She sat down at a table in the back and got out her arithmancy homework. She was working the figures when a shadow fell across her book. She looked up and saw it was Malfoy. He was looking down at her paper. She ignored him, thinking, maybe if I just pretend he's not here, he'll get the point and leave. She was wrong.
"Is the little weasel having trouble with her homework?"
"That's none of your business. Don't you have some dark hole to go crawl in?"
"Wow, the weasel has developed quite a mouth lately."
"Sod off. I want to finish this."
"You would finish it a lot faster if you used this equation," he said, taking her quill and writing down a different equation. He was right; his was easier.
"Thank you for the help, Malfoy, but I think I can do this by myself now. You can leave."
"Tut, tut, is that anyway to thank me?"
"I think it is. Like I said, you can leave now, ferret boy."
"You shouldn't go around trying to insult people who are smarter than you."
"I'll remember that for future reference, but right now I'll continue with my homework. And thank you very much for the help," she said sweetly. He turned and left. She was surprised; it wasn't like him to let her have the last word. He's acting very strange. What time is it? Wow, I've been at this a long time, it's 9:30! I'll finish tomorrow, she thought to herself while packing up her books and heading out the door. When she got to Gryffindor tower, she went up to her dorm and saw Alanna lying on her bed reading their favorite book, Passionate Trousers by Aurora Twilight. It was almost disgusting, but they loved it anyway. I'll make friends again tomorrow, I want to not feel guilty tonight, she though. Ginny didn't even bother to change; she just crawled into her bed and pulled the curtains shut tight. She didn't want anyone to bother her. She grabbed her book and started reading. She looked at her watch every ten minutes, each time cursing herself silently. Finally it was 11:20. She got out of bed and grabbed her wand and robes. She silently walked down the stairs and out the portrait hole, heading toward the empty charms classroom.
A/N: What do you think? Review, no matter what you think. I want to point out the Cassie Claire ref. I took her Passionate Trousers book, I hope she doesn't mind. I meant nothing by it and will acknowledge anything else I use from other fics. The good thing about fics is that, no matter what you do, it's a fic so it doesn't matter. If you notice anything from another fic in mine and I don't say anything, make sure to tell me! You can do that by reviewing! See? It all comes down to the reviews. And, finally, sorry about the short chapter.
Okay, I am just updating this, my dad said that he heard the quote at the beginning somewhere and if anyone can give me a source the can have a chocolate frog! Ahh! I had to go back and reformat it because it looked really bad on ff.net so if it's still confusing, sorry, I'm working on it.