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Chapter Two
The Chapter From Which We Get The Title
"No!" Ginny shrieked, jumping up. "No, no, no, no, and NO! I do not CARE at the moment how incoherent I sound- ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY NO!"
"But you have to, Ginny!" Lavender grinned at Parvati and Ginny's other roommates. "No chickens allowed this game. Parvati already ran through the boy's bathroom in her lingerie, and Angie 'accidentally' dropped her butterbeer on Harry's lap." Katie, Ginny's fellow sixth-year Gryffindor, grinned at this knowing full well and other major competitor for Harry's affections was knocked out.
"I'd rather kiss a donkey's arse than that evil, egotistical prat of a Malfoy, but what you want me to do goes way, way beyond kissing. Now way in bloody hell am I touching that pig!"
"Well then," Eva said. "Too bad you have to."
"Ginny stood up and made a rude gesture towards her friends. "Woops," she smiled sardonically. "Slip of the finger." Then without a moment's indecision, Ginny sprinted out of the dorm room, completely forgetting the ensemble she was currently wearing.
Parvati grinned. "Three... two... one."
Sure enough, right on cue, there was laughter and a recognizable shriek from below. A second later Ginny came running back into the room, her face as red as her hair.
"When do I have to have it done by?" grumbled Ginny.
Katie sent her an evil smile. "By the end of the week." Seeing the passive look on Gin's face, she added, "and you can't tell him it's a dare."
Ginny shoved her face into her hands and growled. "No freakin' way."
"You know, Parvati observed, tilting her head to the side. "You might actually have a chance and enjoy yourself with that hott arse if you lost the tank-top and shorts and let him get a personal interview with your-"
Here Parvati cut herself off with choking sounds, courtesy of a furious Ginny.
"He's staring at you again," Hermione whispered to Ginny the next morning. Ginny followed her gaze to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was giving her an intense glare, one that gave her chills down her spine.
"Eew," she replied as she took a sip of juice.
Hermione turned and started talking to the others. "Hey, did you know that Breakfast actually stands for breaking your fast?" Ron groaned and Harry rolled her eyes. Hermione took a few seconds from her lecture to glare at them before continuing. "Because at night you're body shuts down and is fasting, and in the morning you eat- and vuah lah! Your body breaks the fast! I read it in A Hundred Ways to Get Your Body Fitter, Faster."
"Ooh, and what would you be doing with a book like that?" Ron teased. Hermione blushed.
"Hey look, the mail," Seamus interrupted eagerly, pointing at the ceiling. He looked quite disappointed when nothing fell in front of him. Ginny kept on eating, and was surprised when a black owl with familiar piercing gray eyes dropped a letter onto her lap.
"That owl looks familiar," Harry said. "That owl looks shifty, I wouldn't open-"
"Oh, stuff it Harry." Ginny had the envelope open by this time and was pulling out the letter.
"Ginny!" Ron glared at her, astonished. "Do you know who you're speaking to?"
"Jeez Ron, you may as well stuff it to while you're at it." Ginny took a swig of juice as she started to read the letter- and immediately spat it out.
The table fell silent. Ginny looked up, distracted. "Oh, I'm sorry Harry."
"Uh... that's okay, Gin. You think you could perform a drying spell or something? I'm not very good at them."
But Ginny was already running out of the hall, not looking back. She re-read the letter:
Meet me in the Astronomy Tower Friday at 10. I mean it, be there.
D.M.
Ginny stared at it. She wondered what on Earth Draco Malfoy could have to say to her. Then as realization hit in, she smiled slowly. She strutted away, thinking,
This is gonna be a sinch...
Draco paced his room after breakfast. 'I have to tell her. She's in danger...' 'Oh, what do you care about that little mouse, anyway? She'll eventually be found, put up to Lord Voldemort, and-' 'I know, but there's something about her that's so mesmerizing... she's like a lost little puppy that no one can resist.'
'Malfoy's can resist anything.'
"Yeah, shut up dad. You wanted bloody power, and look where the hell it got you." Draco muttered.
"Then again... maybe I should," he continued his pacing. "I could be in danger." That thought stopped him in his tracks. "Oh, give it up man!" He hit himself in the head. He crossed the room and took out a letter from his father dated the day before.
Draco-
You're skills you have accomplished have come to the attention of our Master, the Oh Great Lord Voldemort, and he feels you are ready for this test of confidence.
I have prepared you so that you could conquer every quest that came your way. Bring the Weasley girl to our Manor the twenty-sixth of February. That should give you plenty of time for this feat.
Remember Draco- in the past when you have messed up I have always given you a chance to redeem yourself. Realized that there will be no such opportunity this time. In other words-
Fail, son, and you die.
L.M.
P.S. Your mother sends her love.
Oooh, I'm excited for the next chapter... late night meetings... trips to Hogsmeade... I think I'll leave the dare for the fourth chapter.
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed- all of them were very encouraging, and I'm so glad you like it so far! Gracias para todo...
And as always, please be kind and review!
Chapter Two
The Chapter From Which We Get The Title
"No!" Ginny shrieked, jumping up. "No, no, no, no, and NO! I do not CARE at the moment how incoherent I sound- ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY NO!"
"But you have to, Ginny!" Lavender grinned at Parvati and Ginny's other roommates. "No chickens allowed this game. Parvati already ran through the boy's bathroom in her lingerie, and Angie 'accidentally' dropped her butterbeer on Harry's lap." Katie, Ginny's fellow sixth-year Gryffindor, grinned at this knowing full well and other major competitor for Harry's affections was knocked out.
"I'd rather kiss a donkey's arse than that evil, egotistical prat of a Malfoy, but what you want me to do goes way, way beyond kissing. Now way in bloody hell am I touching that pig!"
"Well then," Eva said. "Too bad you have to."
"Ginny stood up and made a rude gesture towards her friends. "Woops," she smiled sardonically. "Slip of the finger." Then without a moment's indecision, Ginny sprinted out of the dorm room, completely forgetting the ensemble she was currently wearing.
Parvati grinned. "Three... two... one."
Sure enough, right on cue, there was laughter and a recognizable shriek from below. A second later Ginny came running back into the room, her face as red as her hair.
"When do I have to have it done by?" grumbled Ginny.
Katie sent her an evil smile. "By the end of the week." Seeing the passive look on Gin's face, she added, "and you can't tell him it's a dare."
Ginny shoved her face into her hands and growled. "No freakin' way."
"You know, Parvati observed, tilting her head to the side. "You might actually have a chance and enjoy yourself with that hott arse if you lost the tank-top and shorts and let him get a personal interview with your-"
Here Parvati cut herself off with choking sounds, courtesy of a furious Ginny.
"He's staring at you again," Hermione whispered to Ginny the next morning. Ginny followed her gaze to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was giving her an intense glare, one that gave her chills down her spine.
"Eew," she replied as she took a sip of juice.
Hermione turned and started talking to the others. "Hey, did you know that Breakfast actually stands for breaking your fast?" Ron groaned and Harry rolled her eyes. Hermione took a few seconds from her lecture to glare at them before continuing. "Because at night you're body shuts down and is fasting, and in the morning you eat- and vuah lah! Your body breaks the fast! I read it in A Hundred Ways to Get Your Body Fitter, Faster."
"Ooh, and what would you be doing with a book like that?" Ron teased. Hermione blushed.
"Hey look, the mail," Seamus interrupted eagerly, pointing at the ceiling. He looked quite disappointed when nothing fell in front of him. Ginny kept on eating, and was surprised when a black owl with familiar piercing gray eyes dropped a letter onto her lap.
"That owl looks familiar," Harry said. "That owl looks shifty, I wouldn't open-"
"Oh, stuff it Harry." Ginny had the envelope open by this time and was pulling out the letter.
"Ginny!" Ron glared at her, astonished. "Do you know who you're speaking to?"
"Jeez Ron, you may as well stuff it to while you're at it." Ginny took a swig of juice as she started to read the letter- and immediately spat it out.
The table fell silent. Ginny looked up, distracted. "Oh, I'm sorry Harry."
"Uh... that's okay, Gin. You think you could perform a drying spell or something? I'm not very good at them."
But Ginny was already running out of the hall, not looking back. She re-read the letter:
Meet me in the Astronomy Tower Friday at 10. I mean it, be there.
D.M.
Ginny stared at it. She wondered what on Earth Draco Malfoy could have to say to her. Then as realization hit in, she smiled slowly. She strutted away, thinking,
This is gonna be a sinch...
Draco paced his room after breakfast. 'I have to tell her. She's in danger...' 'Oh, what do you care about that little mouse, anyway? She'll eventually be found, put up to Lord Voldemort, and-' 'I know, but there's something about her that's so mesmerizing... she's like a lost little puppy that no one can resist.'
'Malfoy's can resist anything.'
"Yeah, shut up dad. You wanted bloody power, and look where the hell it got you." Draco muttered.
"Then again... maybe I should," he continued his pacing. "I could be in danger." That thought stopped him in his tracks. "Oh, give it up man!" He hit himself in the head. He crossed the room and took out a letter from his father dated the day before.
Draco-
You're skills you have accomplished have come to the attention of our Master, the Oh Great Lord Voldemort, and he feels you are ready for this test of confidence.
I have prepared you so that you could conquer every quest that came your way. Bring the Weasley girl to our Manor the twenty-sixth of February. That should give you plenty of time for this feat.
Remember Draco- in the past when you have messed up I have always given you a chance to redeem yourself. Realized that there will be no such opportunity this time. In other words-
Fail, son, and you die.
L.M.
P.S. Your mother sends her love.
Oooh, I'm excited for the next chapter... late night meetings... trips to Hogsmeade... I think I'll leave the dare for the fourth chapter.
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed- all of them were very encouraging, and I'm so glad you like it so far! Gracias para todo...
And as always, please be kind and review!
