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his world. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. :-D
A/n: I know my chapters are short, but this is my first attempt at a HP fanfic! Please bear with me!!!!
Thanks for the great reviews everyone! Like I said, a bit OOC, but this is ME not Jo, okay?
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Mixed Company
Chapter Six Tonight She Comes
Draco Malfoy wasn't much in the mood for a Dark Revel tonight. As much as he enjoyed them, he wanted more to be with Virginia, though he wasn't sure why. His father nodded curtly and walked away. Draco looked to Virginia.
"Shall we?" He proposed, and let her to his bedroom.
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"Draco?" Sitting on window seat, Ginny played with the velvety fringe on the pillow she was holding. Draco looked up at her. "Tell me about the Death Revels?"
He nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, they're very formal. I have robes that I own only for revels. Very expensive," he raised an eyebrow, "even for Malfoys. The formality, of course, extends to proper decorum and etiquette. Of course, that usually doesn't last too long. Eventually someone will turn up with a muggle or a mudblood. Someone usually has their way with the muggle. Sometimes we torture them. sometimes we enslave them. Sometimes we just obliviate them and banish them to some far off dirty place." Draco shrugged and glanced up at Ginny. She was engrossed.
"Yes, fascinating, isn't it, sweet?" Draco smirked. She ignored the comment.
"I'd love to go to one sometime." she replied. Draco was taken aback. Weasley's were muggle lovers! And she wanted to go to a Dark Revel???
"I know what you're thinking," she said softly. "You think I'm just another muggle lovers. But, remember that whole thing with the Chamber of Secrets?" Draco nodded. "You don't think that after that I'd still be the same? That Tom would just let me go on with life as usual."
"Oh, well, no." Draco said slowly. "But I didn't think you'd hate muggles. I mean, you're best friends with Granger aren't you?" Ginny shrugged.
"Everyone has their faults. I look over that in her because she's such an excellent witch. But. muggles." Ginny looked disgusted. "During those months with Tom, I grew to hate muggles just as much as he did. He taught me very much and showed me his memories. It really was. fascinating," her eyes were gleaming.
"So, scared of snakes at all, Virginia?" He asked. Her eyes snapped up.
"Not snakes," she replied fiercely. "Nor the dark and what's hidden within. Nor Death Eaters and those loyal to Voldemort."
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Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat Dumbledore's outter office waiting to be let in. Hermione was still (quite rightly) furious with the two boys.
"Come on, honey, you can't still be mad at me," Ron pleaded. "I mean, he's the one that started off this awful chain reaction!" Hermione sighed and looked away. Ron looked towards the skies as if pleading with the gods. "Baby, please don't me mad at me! I mean, by the time I got there she was already headed off with Malfoy. There was very little I could do!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked down at the puppy that was once her boyfriend. "Stop begging," she snapped. But instantly regretted it and her eyes softened. "Sorry, Ron." She gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
His face instantly lit up. She wasn't mad at him!
"We'll talk when we get home, okay?" Hermione looked away again. Maybe she was still mad at him. Bloody confusing women!
At that moment, the door opened and Dumbledore beckoned them in. The three entered and sat down.
"Now, what seems to be the problem, dear Gryffindors?" he asked, a little twinkle in his eye. That was all the invitation needed. The three started talking all at once. "She wasn't supposed to be there!" "And _he_ comes home with a slut of a girl on his arms!" "They just let her wander off with him! Can you believe it!" "He just stood there!" "Did anyone think about what could happen? Nooooo."
Dumbledore put his hands up and they stopped talking.
"Now, from what I am gathering. It sounds like Mister Potter came home from the quidditch tour with his eye on the female chaser."
"Yes, professor, an--"
"Silence, Mister Weasley."
Ron nodded.
"And Miss Weasley discovered this and ran off?" He continued. The three nodded.
"The next time you saw here she was heading down Diagon Alley wi--"
"Knockturn Alley, sir." Harry corrected.
"Ah, yes, of course. She was headed down Knocturn Alley with the young Mister Malfoy. Correct?"
"Yes, sir," Hermione replied. "Then they came to my house and told me about it, and here we are. We weren't sure where to start."
"Well, Miss Granger, I don't see that anything needs to be done." His eyes had that annoying twinkle in them again.
"Professor," Hermione began, trying to think rationally, "you can't possibly believe that Ginny is safe with a Malfoy. He could be luring her to be a victim at a revel! He could be just messing with her mind and . He could be.. oh I don't know." she faltered off.
"Professor, surely there is something we can do about this!" Harry insisted.
"No, Mister Potter. I think that everything will turn out for the best if the whole matter is just left alone." Dumbledore replied, looking at them over his half-moon spectacles. "However, if you are so worried, I will inform Professor Snape. I assume you know his role?"
The three nodded.
"Yes, of course. Bright bunch, you three. Couldn't keep it from you. I will inform him and he will see to Miss Weasley's safety if need be. There is a revel tonight I believe, so we should know something by morning." Dumbledore stood, signifying the end of the meeting. Hermione, Harry and Ron stood , looking disapointed.
"Thank you, sir," said Hermione.
"Yea, thank you," echoed Ron. Harry nodded and the three left the room.
The door shut and Dumbledore grinned. He tossed a handful of powder into his fireplace.
"Severus Snape!" he exclaimed. The head of Snape popped up.
"You rang?" he asked.
"Ah yes, please come to my office. There are matters that need discussing."
Severus nodded and with a *pop* he disappeared.
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Should he ever take her to a dark revel? Tell me what you think! Thank you for reading, please review!
Always,
Calyr
A/n: I know my chapters are short, but this is my first attempt at a HP fanfic! Please bear with me!!!!
Thanks for the great reviews everyone! Like I said, a bit OOC, but this is ME not Jo, okay?
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Mixed Company
Chapter Six Tonight She Comes
Draco Malfoy wasn't much in the mood for a Dark Revel tonight. As much as he enjoyed them, he wanted more to be with Virginia, though he wasn't sure why. His father nodded curtly and walked away. Draco looked to Virginia.
"Shall we?" He proposed, and let her to his bedroom.
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"Draco?" Sitting on window seat, Ginny played with the velvety fringe on the pillow she was holding. Draco looked up at her. "Tell me about the Death Revels?"
He nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, they're very formal. I have robes that I own only for revels. Very expensive," he raised an eyebrow, "even for Malfoys. The formality, of course, extends to proper decorum and etiquette. Of course, that usually doesn't last too long. Eventually someone will turn up with a muggle or a mudblood. Someone usually has their way with the muggle. Sometimes we torture them. sometimes we enslave them. Sometimes we just obliviate them and banish them to some far off dirty place." Draco shrugged and glanced up at Ginny. She was engrossed.
"Yes, fascinating, isn't it, sweet?" Draco smirked. She ignored the comment.
"I'd love to go to one sometime." she replied. Draco was taken aback. Weasley's were muggle lovers! And she wanted to go to a Dark Revel???
"I know what you're thinking," she said softly. "You think I'm just another muggle lovers. But, remember that whole thing with the Chamber of Secrets?" Draco nodded. "You don't think that after that I'd still be the same? That Tom would just let me go on with life as usual."
"Oh, well, no." Draco said slowly. "But I didn't think you'd hate muggles. I mean, you're best friends with Granger aren't you?" Ginny shrugged.
"Everyone has their faults. I look over that in her because she's such an excellent witch. But. muggles." Ginny looked disgusted. "During those months with Tom, I grew to hate muggles just as much as he did. He taught me very much and showed me his memories. It really was. fascinating," her eyes were gleaming.
"So, scared of snakes at all, Virginia?" He asked. Her eyes snapped up.
"Not snakes," she replied fiercely. "Nor the dark and what's hidden within. Nor Death Eaters and those loyal to Voldemort."
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Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat Dumbledore's outter office waiting to be let in. Hermione was still (quite rightly) furious with the two boys.
"Come on, honey, you can't still be mad at me," Ron pleaded. "I mean, he's the one that started off this awful chain reaction!" Hermione sighed and looked away. Ron looked towards the skies as if pleading with the gods. "Baby, please don't me mad at me! I mean, by the time I got there she was already headed off with Malfoy. There was very little I could do!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked down at the puppy that was once her boyfriend. "Stop begging," she snapped. But instantly regretted it and her eyes softened. "Sorry, Ron." She gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
His face instantly lit up. She wasn't mad at him!
"We'll talk when we get home, okay?" Hermione looked away again. Maybe she was still mad at him. Bloody confusing women!
At that moment, the door opened and Dumbledore beckoned them in. The three entered and sat down.
"Now, what seems to be the problem, dear Gryffindors?" he asked, a little twinkle in his eye. That was all the invitation needed. The three started talking all at once. "She wasn't supposed to be there!" "And _he_ comes home with a slut of a girl on his arms!" "They just let her wander off with him! Can you believe it!" "He just stood there!" "Did anyone think about what could happen? Nooooo."
Dumbledore put his hands up and they stopped talking.
"Now, from what I am gathering. It sounds like Mister Potter came home from the quidditch tour with his eye on the female chaser."
"Yes, professor, an--"
"Silence, Mister Weasley."
Ron nodded.
"And Miss Weasley discovered this and ran off?" He continued. The three nodded.
"The next time you saw here she was heading down Diagon Alley wi--"
"Knockturn Alley, sir." Harry corrected.
"Ah, yes, of course. She was headed down Knocturn Alley with the young Mister Malfoy. Correct?"
"Yes, sir," Hermione replied. "Then they came to my house and told me about it, and here we are. We weren't sure where to start."
"Well, Miss Granger, I don't see that anything needs to be done." His eyes had that annoying twinkle in them again.
"Professor," Hermione began, trying to think rationally, "you can't possibly believe that Ginny is safe with a Malfoy. He could be luring her to be a victim at a revel! He could be just messing with her mind and . He could be.. oh I don't know." she faltered off.
"Professor, surely there is something we can do about this!" Harry insisted.
"No, Mister Potter. I think that everything will turn out for the best if the whole matter is just left alone." Dumbledore replied, looking at them over his half-moon spectacles. "However, if you are so worried, I will inform Professor Snape. I assume you know his role?"
The three nodded.
"Yes, of course. Bright bunch, you three. Couldn't keep it from you. I will inform him and he will see to Miss Weasley's safety if need be. There is a revel tonight I believe, so we should know something by morning." Dumbledore stood, signifying the end of the meeting. Hermione, Harry and Ron stood , looking disapointed.
"Thank you, sir," said Hermione.
"Yea, thank you," echoed Ron. Harry nodded and the three left the room.
The door shut and Dumbledore grinned. He tossed a handful of powder into his fireplace.
"Severus Snape!" he exclaimed. The head of Snape popped up.
"You rang?" he asked.
"Ah yes, please come to my office. There are matters that need discussing."
Severus nodded and with a *pop* he disappeared.
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Should he ever take her to a dark revel? Tell me what you think! Thank you for reading, please review!
Always,
Calyr