( I promised the boy's songs .. So, uhm. Draco's is "I Am Mine" by Pearl Jam. Senna, Azalea, and Alex, the lucky girls, get another song, too - "Siren" by Tori Amos for Senna, "Chinese Burn" by Curve for Aza, and "Girl" by Tori Amos for Alex. Yeah, I'm a Tori fan. Harry's is "Hero Inside" by 909, and Ron's is "When" by Chord. I'll keep adding themes as I go. )
A day later, Ginny and Alex had snuck out of the castle to go and throw bread to the giant squid which was lurking just below the waters. Well, that was what they were doing currently - in truth, Alex had arranged for a cute Ravenclaw boy to come meet her there. They were going to wait for him and then he and Alex would go off to snog, and Ginny would stand lookout at the lake to ensure that they could make a break for it if anyone came down.
"What's this one's name, anyhow?" Ginny asked, breaking off a bread crust and throwing it into the water. She watched as a tentacle rose up and snatched it in a quick spray.
"Jamie," Alex sighed happily, "His little sister is Azalea Li, she's a fifth year in Ravenclaw too."
"Really?" Ginny paused, "She's pretty crazy, isn't she?" She recalled a black-haired Asian girl with blue streaks in her hair and brown eyes, darker brown than Ginny's.
Alex shrugged, "She hangs out with this Slytherin girl, mostly, which is kind of weird." Ginny thought that over.
"Which Slytherin?"
"She has black eyes .. she's kind of weird, I never see her with anybody but Aza," Alex shrugged and then brightened as a male form came towards them. It was indeed Jamie. He and Alex promptly went off towards behind Hagrid's house to make out.
Ginny sighed and sat down beside the water. One forlorn bread crust lay at the top of the lake until a tentacle finally came and grabbed it. She wondered what would happen if she just wandered into the lake, too. Would the squid eat her? What would it be like to be eaten by a squid? Painful, she guessed, and inky. Inky, not icky, although that could be said as well.
"Red," a voice said, and she felt a presence settle down next to her on the bench she'd found. No one else called her Red, and no one else made her feel that jumpy by just voice and aura alone.
"Malfoy," she said, voice rising somewhat in pitch. She was scared. She remembered what he'd said earlier and realized she should've taken him a little more seriously.
"Relax," he said, irritated, "I'm a little worn out to be battling psychotic redheads right now."
"I'm not psychotic," she said automatically and then added, "And if I am, you most certainly fit under that category as well." She was shocked when he chuckled, although there was a note of condescension in his voice, at least he was almost laughing. After a moment, she realized it was self-derogatory.
"Yeah, I know," he said, absently almost. She glanced over at his profile, illuminated by moonlight, and saw the bruise she'd made .. but she also saw a cut along the side of his neck and a split lip.
"What happened?" She kept her voice light, not wanting to get his guard up. It was so weird - talking with him, easily, were it not for that underlying current of electric energy that seemed to pop up when he was near.
"You aren't the only person who wants to hit me around the head," he shrugged, looking over at her. She saw herself reflected in his gray eyes and something there made her throat, stomach, and things even lower all tighten and constrict.
He looked at her a long moment and then nodded.
"You confuse me, Red, you know that?" He changed the subject smoothly so she could tear her gaze away and look out at the dark rippling water, waves softly lapping at the toes of her worn sneakers.
"I'm sorry," she said. Well, how else were you supposed to respond to something like that?
"Here I had you figured as one of the Dream Team followers, hanging off Potter's arm every chance you got .. pathetic, letting yourself be lower than them because you didn't? What, act like a git at every chance you got?" He shook his head. Ginny wasn't sure she liked where he was going with this, but she did recognize herself in the behaviors he described - she had acted like she was lower than Harry and Hermione and Ron, she had acted like she didn't deserve to be around them, like she wasn't good enough.
"Dream team," she said absently, "Alex calls them the Wonderkins."
He looked at her and nodded.
"Same idea," he shrugged, "But then yesterday I saw you with Potter and make no mistake, you were the one in control of that conversation. And you yelled at me and hit me."
"I'm hoping none of those three things appeal to you," she furrowed her brow at him. What was he getting at?
"No. I just don't like being surprised," he smirked at her. She could sense that protective exterior flowing back onto him and wished she could stop it. It was like his robes, almost, how tangible that shell was.
"That's odd, given it's you saying it," she remarked dryly. She felt tired, drained, suddenly. That current of energy would sap her dry if she never went anywhere with it, Ginny realized. But she didn't know what the hell she could do with it, so she refrained from saying anything. He ignored her comment.
"You and that girl like to ask each other those stupid quiz questions, right?"
She knew what he meant - she and Alex were fond of asking each other things like "if you could only take three things on a desert vacation .." or "if you had everyone in Gryffindor tower on a shipwrecked island, who would you eat first?"
"Yeah, what about them?"
"Ask me one."
Okay, he just got stranger and stranger. She thought about this, though. End of the world questions seemed appropriate for Mr. Black Clothes.
"If the world was going to end in ten minutes," she said, "what would you do?"
He sat back on his heels and thought about that a moment. She took the time to examine him - the high, angular cheekbones, sensuous mouth, intensely icy eyes, tousled pale blonde hair that seldom stayed slicked back like it had when he was in his younger years, instead falling shaggy and slightly waved to his cheekbones, the skin alabaster pale while hers was bright ivory, although they could probably be matched shade for shade.
"I'd snog with the best girl in school," he said, finally, and she was a little disappointed. That was it? Even Malfoys were susceptible to hormones, apparently, although considering the washed out hag he dated that was debatable.
"How teenage boy of you," she rolled her eyes.
"Aren't you going to ask who the best girl is?" He was smirking at her. Again.
"Uh, sure," she shrugged, "Who's the best girl in school?"
He drew to a stand, taking a step back from her and towards the castle.
"I'm not telling."
She felt her cheeks go bright and her eyes narrow. He'd set her up just for that .. oh well, like she cared? It was probably that Slytherin girl who never talked or something, or Pansy Parkinson. Ugh. She watched him walk up the path, turning only once, slightly, to call out a goodbye consisting of "Later, Red." Idiot boy.
Oh well, at least she'd have an interesting story to tell Alexia.
A day later, Ginny and Alex had snuck out of the castle to go and throw bread to the giant squid which was lurking just below the waters. Well, that was what they were doing currently - in truth, Alex had arranged for a cute Ravenclaw boy to come meet her there. They were going to wait for him and then he and Alex would go off to snog, and Ginny would stand lookout at the lake to ensure that they could make a break for it if anyone came down.
"What's this one's name, anyhow?" Ginny asked, breaking off a bread crust and throwing it into the water. She watched as a tentacle rose up and snatched it in a quick spray.
"Jamie," Alex sighed happily, "His little sister is Azalea Li, she's a fifth year in Ravenclaw too."
"Really?" Ginny paused, "She's pretty crazy, isn't she?" She recalled a black-haired Asian girl with blue streaks in her hair and brown eyes, darker brown than Ginny's.
Alex shrugged, "She hangs out with this Slytherin girl, mostly, which is kind of weird." Ginny thought that over.
"Which Slytherin?"
"She has black eyes .. she's kind of weird, I never see her with anybody but Aza," Alex shrugged and then brightened as a male form came towards them. It was indeed Jamie. He and Alex promptly went off towards behind Hagrid's house to make out.
Ginny sighed and sat down beside the water. One forlorn bread crust lay at the top of the lake until a tentacle finally came and grabbed it. She wondered what would happen if she just wandered into the lake, too. Would the squid eat her? What would it be like to be eaten by a squid? Painful, she guessed, and inky. Inky, not icky, although that could be said as well.
"Red," a voice said, and she felt a presence settle down next to her on the bench she'd found. No one else called her Red, and no one else made her feel that jumpy by just voice and aura alone.
"Malfoy," she said, voice rising somewhat in pitch. She was scared. She remembered what he'd said earlier and realized she should've taken him a little more seriously.
"Relax," he said, irritated, "I'm a little worn out to be battling psychotic redheads right now."
"I'm not psychotic," she said automatically and then added, "And if I am, you most certainly fit under that category as well." She was shocked when he chuckled, although there was a note of condescension in his voice, at least he was almost laughing. After a moment, she realized it was self-derogatory.
"Yeah, I know," he said, absently almost. She glanced over at his profile, illuminated by moonlight, and saw the bruise she'd made .. but she also saw a cut along the side of his neck and a split lip.
"What happened?" She kept her voice light, not wanting to get his guard up. It was so weird - talking with him, easily, were it not for that underlying current of electric energy that seemed to pop up when he was near.
"You aren't the only person who wants to hit me around the head," he shrugged, looking over at her. She saw herself reflected in his gray eyes and something there made her throat, stomach, and things even lower all tighten and constrict.
He looked at her a long moment and then nodded.
"You confuse me, Red, you know that?" He changed the subject smoothly so she could tear her gaze away and look out at the dark rippling water, waves softly lapping at the toes of her worn sneakers.
"I'm sorry," she said. Well, how else were you supposed to respond to something like that?
"Here I had you figured as one of the Dream Team followers, hanging off Potter's arm every chance you got .. pathetic, letting yourself be lower than them because you didn't? What, act like a git at every chance you got?" He shook his head. Ginny wasn't sure she liked where he was going with this, but she did recognize herself in the behaviors he described - she had acted like she was lower than Harry and Hermione and Ron, she had acted like she didn't deserve to be around them, like she wasn't good enough.
"Dream team," she said absently, "Alex calls them the Wonderkins."
He looked at her and nodded.
"Same idea," he shrugged, "But then yesterday I saw you with Potter and make no mistake, you were the one in control of that conversation. And you yelled at me and hit me."
"I'm hoping none of those three things appeal to you," she furrowed her brow at him. What was he getting at?
"No. I just don't like being surprised," he smirked at her. She could sense that protective exterior flowing back onto him and wished she could stop it. It was like his robes, almost, how tangible that shell was.
"That's odd, given it's you saying it," she remarked dryly. She felt tired, drained, suddenly. That current of energy would sap her dry if she never went anywhere with it, Ginny realized. But she didn't know what the hell she could do with it, so she refrained from saying anything. He ignored her comment.
"You and that girl like to ask each other those stupid quiz questions, right?"
She knew what he meant - she and Alex were fond of asking each other things like "if you could only take three things on a desert vacation .." or "if you had everyone in Gryffindor tower on a shipwrecked island, who would you eat first?"
"Yeah, what about them?"
"Ask me one."
Okay, he just got stranger and stranger. She thought about this, though. End of the world questions seemed appropriate for Mr. Black Clothes.
"If the world was going to end in ten minutes," she said, "what would you do?"
He sat back on his heels and thought about that a moment. She took the time to examine him - the high, angular cheekbones, sensuous mouth, intensely icy eyes, tousled pale blonde hair that seldom stayed slicked back like it had when he was in his younger years, instead falling shaggy and slightly waved to his cheekbones, the skin alabaster pale while hers was bright ivory, although they could probably be matched shade for shade.
"I'd snog with the best girl in school," he said, finally, and she was a little disappointed. That was it? Even Malfoys were susceptible to hormones, apparently, although considering the washed out hag he dated that was debatable.
"How teenage boy of you," she rolled her eyes.
"Aren't you going to ask who the best girl is?" He was smirking at her. Again.
"Uh, sure," she shrugged, "Who's the best girl in school?"
He drew to a stand, taking a step back from her and towards the castle.
"I'm not telling."
She felt her cheeks go bright and her eyes narrow. He'd set her up just for that .. oh well, like she cared? It was probably that Slytherin girl who never talked or something, or Pansy Parkinson. Ugh. She watched him walk up the path, turning only once, slightly, to call out a goodbye consisting of "Later, Red." Idiot boy.
Oh well, at least she'd have an interesting story to tell Alexia.