A/N: I have only gotten a few reviews, but hopefully more people will find
this story and I'll start getting as many reviews as 'Fire and Ice' and
it's sequel. I'm hoping to make this one compare to Fire and Ice, but it'll
be much better than Water and Ashes. I'm sorry but I just stink at writing
sequels. I love getting Ginny and Draco together, not writing what happens
afterwards. By the way, thank you to everyone who put me on their favorite
authors list! ^___^ Last time I checked it was up to 64 people! Anyway,
here's chapter two.
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You ever had one of those days where your mouth completely disagrees with your brain?
Yeah. That's how my day has been. So here I am, sitting in my room, with an hour before I'm supposed to meet Blaise, to go to Draco Malfoy's party. I don't even like parties! Yet somehow I find myself being dragged along, with my best friend assuring me that I'll have a great time.
Maybe she knows something that I don't. She seems pretty sure that I'm going to love this tonight. Oh well.
I pull out my laptop. I told you this school is getting taken over by muggle interests. Good and bad ones. The computers aren't what are making the staff here wary, it's the drugs. But that's the thing about drugs in a magic school. Students can hide it very well. So well that teachers don't even know who does it and who doesn't.
Students can tell though.
I don't do drugs. It just doesn't interest me. Blaise has tried it but she's not into it either. But when you go to as many parties as she does, you get roped into it sometimes. It doesn't bother me. It doesn't help that my brother and his friends are the people who spread drug awareness and talk about the effects it has on your body and such. They are so stuck up it makes me sick.
So anyway, I pulled out my laptop. I have nothing better to do, so I write things and chat with people online. Talking online is amazing; you don't have to see who it is you're talking to, just talk safely from a distance. Blaise and I talk online, as well.
You have 0 new messages.
Of course I do, who sends me email anyway?
CrazySlyth: Are you ready? Get your ass over here!
Yeah, that's Blaise. Her screen name suits her well. Mine suits me well too, I think.
SilentFire: I'm not coming for another hour. Besides, I have nothing to wear.
CrazySlyth: You have plenty to wear, Gin. You're just being stubborn. Put on your favorite jeans and that black halter-top I let you borrow. It'll be perfect.
Blaise and I only wear the color black. I'm not sure why, it's just a thing we do. I bet she'll be wearing her black tank top that shows her belly button, which she had pierced last summer against her mother's will.
SilentFire: FINE. You win. I'll get changed and come over, it's not like I have anything better to do anyway.
CrazySlyth: It's Saturday, bring your stuff. You're staying the night.
Don't you just love how she orders me around like that? Yeah, I love it too. At least I know what to do with myself around her, because she tells me. I wish I could be as sure of myself as she is.
SilentFire: All right. See you in a few.
CrazySlyth has logged off.
Right Blaise, thanks for saying bye. I snap my laptop shut and walk over to my trunk. The black halter-top is right where Blaise left it, on the very top. I put it on and admire myself in the mirror. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm almost a little bit excited. Almost.
Maybe there are other people like Blaise in Slytherin. I've found that I get along with nobody in my own house. One time Colin Creevey tried befriending me because he had a crush on me, and I went along with it. Until I found out what an annoying prick he is when he tried to feel me up.
I've never even talked to anyone from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. They might as well live on another planet. So it's basically been Blaise and I against the world for the past few years, and I'm perfectly fine with that. But if there are other people, people who understand me, maybe I could give them a try. Maybe.
I really hope this party doesn't end up like the last party I attended. It was Harry's surprise birthday party years ago, and I don't remember exactly what happened. But I do know it ended up with me running out of the room in tears, which isn't too uncommon with me actually. I'm so used to crying it doesn't even seem odd anymore. I wake up, go to classes, cry, write, go to bed.
It's not a bad life.
I grab my messenger bag, which is black, naturally, and stuff it with a few things I'll need to stay in Blaise's room for the night. And my notebook to write in, just in case the party bores me. With nothing left to keep me from leaving, I trudge out the door and begin the ten-minute walk to the Slytherin tower.
People glace at me out of the corner of their eye as I walk passed, but I'm used to that. I've been getting strange looks from people my whole life; it just seems to be a part of my life. People who know me wonder 'What went wrong with that girl?' whereas people who don't know just think 'Who is that weird person?'. It honestly doesn't bother me, that's why I wear black all the time. It makes people wonder about me.
I absolutely cannot stand when people act like they understand me. Especially the people at this school, the ones happily going to their Quidditch matches and Hogsmeade vacations. Happiness is depressing too, I think, because you know that someday that happiness will run out. Better to be a pessimist, that's my philosophy. You don't get let down as often.
I find myself outside the Slytherin entrance. Blaise gives me the password whenever it changes; she knows I won't do anything to sabotage their house or whatever. I don't get into the whole house cup tradition, so they don't have to worry about me.
Their house is set up basically like Gryffindor, only it's stone instead of wood, green instead of red, and chilly instead of roaring fires in every corner. I like it better.
It takes me two minutes to get to Blaise's room; in Slytherin every person has their own bedroom. That made me jealous when I first found that out, but I spend so much more time here than in my own house it doesn't bug me anymore.
There is a silver nameplate on the door, which reads, "Blaise Zabini, 7th year". I let myself in the room.
"Ginny! You're here! Finally!" Blaise ran over and gave me a huge hug, nearly knocking me off my feet.
I laughed, first time all day. I was right; she's wearing the revealing black top. There must be someone going to the party that she wants to impress. Blaise doesn't put herself out to guys often, but every now and then she falls for one. She's pretty sensible, doesn't just like any guy.
She gave me a once over. "You look nice. Nervous?"
Shrugging, I try to act cool. "Nah."
Blaise grins and laughs. "Liar."
She's such a good friend. Knows me so well. "You got me. So how long until this party starts?" I ask, trying to change the subject from my nervousness to something a little more comfortable.
"We could go now if you'd like. So you can, you know, get to know a couple people before it actually starts and gets all crazy."
I think it over. Not sure which would benefit me more, I merely decide to live on the edge for the night. I may regret it later, but who cares.
"I don't really care either way. Let's go now."
Blaise's smiled widened. "That's the spirit. You'll have fun tonight, trust me. My friends are cool, not like some of the losers at this school."
I kind of smirked. "I hope."
Draco's bedroom was at the far end of the hall that Blaise's room is in. I could already hear loud music coming from that direction. Slytherin rules are much looser than Gryffindors, no curfew and no teachers checking up on them. I'll admit it, I'm envious. If there is one thing I absolutely love, it's music. Too bad I don't share the same taste in music as my roommates, they like all that popular rap and stuff. I'm into the whole punk rock and sad music genre.
From the sounds of it, Draco likes the same music I do. I find myself singing along.
Blaise throws open the door without bothering to knock. Draco is sitting cross-legged on the floor, fiddling with his stereo system. He tries to shout over the music to us, but gives up and turns it down.
"Hello ladies." He says casually, tipping his head in the guy-ish fashion.
Blaise flings herself on his bed, sitting cross-legged as well. "Hey Malfoy, what's up?"
I'm still standing awkwardly. A shy "Hi..." is all I can manage.
"You girls are here early." He points out blatantly.
Blaise shrugs. She's so easygoing, I don't understand it. "Ginny is nervous. I wanted to bring her by earlier to get to now you."
I roll my eyes, my trademark look. "Thank you for pointing out the obvious Blaise. Besides, I already know Draco."
This caught his attention. He jumped up from where he was sitting and walked over to me. He was standing really close, with his face right near mine. "You already know me, huh? Ok then, tell me about myself."
I gulped, taking a step back. This is why I don't like people. Invading my personal space.
"You're a seventh year Slytherin, you are rich, your father does anything you tell him to, you make fun of all Gryffindors, you have parties all the time, and you sleep around with girls. What else would you like to know?" That's probably the longest sentence I've said to anyone besides Blaise in three years.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Oh yes, that's me." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Nearly everything you just said is a stereotype. I thought you of all people would know not to believe the talk of the school."
Even Blaise was frowning at me. I internally kicked myself. Turn off the angry sarcasm, Ginny Weasley, and try to make some friends. Gosh.
I started picking at my black nail polish. "I'm sorry Draco, I just, I,"
He grinned, and grabbed my hand and kissed it gently. "It's ok, don't sweat it. I understand." With that he turned around and started playing with the stereo again.
Blaise giggled at my raised eyebrows. Did Draco Malfoy just KISS my hand? This night was all too weird.
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A/N: Yes, the next chapter will be a more in depth continuation of the party. I hope everyone still likes it, REVIEWS ALL GREATLY APPRECIATED. ^_^
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You ever had one of those days where your mouth completely disagrees with your brain?
Yeah. That's how my day has been. So here I am, sitting in my room, with an hour before I'm supposed to meet Blaise, to go to Draco Malfoy's party. I don't even like parties! Yet somehow I find myself being dragged along, with my best friend assuring me that I'll have a great time.
Maybe she knows something that I don't. She seems pretty sure that I'm going to love this tonight. Oh well.
I pull out my laptop. I told you this school is getting taken over by muggle interests. Good and bad ones. The computers aren't what are making the staff here wary, it's the drugs. But that's the thing about drugs in a magic school. Students can hide it very well. So well that teachers don't even know who does it and who doesn't.
Students can tell though.
I don't do drugs. It just doesn't interest me. Blaise has tried it but she's not into it either. But when you go to as many parties as she does, you get roped into it sometimes. It doesn't bother me. It doesn't help that my brother and his friends are the people who spread drug awareness and talk about the effects it has on your body and such. They are so stuck up it makes me sick.
So anyway, I pulled out my laptop. I have nothing better to do, so I write things and chat with people online. Talking online is amazing; you don't have to see who it is you're talking to, just talk safely from a distance. Blaise and I talk online, as well.
You have 0 new messages.
Of course I do, who sends me email anyway?
CrazySlyth: Are you ready? Get your ass over here!
Yeah, that's Blaise. Her screen name suits her well. Mine suits me well too, I think.
SilentFire: I'm not coming for another hour. Besides, I have nothing to wear.
CrazySlyth: You have plenty to wear, Gin. You're just being stubborn. Put on your favorite jeans and that black halter-top I let you borrow. It'll be perfect.
Blaise and I only wear the color black. I'm not sure why, it's just a thing we do. I bet she'll be wearing her black tank top that shows her belly button, which she had pierced last summer against her mother's will.
SilentFire: FINE. You win. I'll get changed and come over, it's not like I have anything better to do anyway.
CrazySlyth: It's Saturday, bring your stuff. You're staying the night.
Don't you just love how she orders me around like that? Yeah, I love it too. At least I know what to do with myself around her, because she tells me. I wish I could be as sure of myself as she is.
SilentFire: All right. See you in a few.
CrazySlyth has logged off.
Right Blaise, thanks for saying bye. I snap my laptop shut and walk over to my trunk. The black halter-top is right where Blaise left it, on the very top. I put it on and admire myself in the mirror. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm almost a little bit excited. Almost.
Maybe there are other people like Blaise in Slytherin. I've found that I get along with nobody in my own house. One time Colin Creevey tried befriending me because he had a crush on me, and I went along with it. Until I found out what an annoying prick he is when he tried to feel me up.
I've never even talked to anyone from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. They might as well live on another planet. So it's basically been Blaise and I against the world for the past few years, and I'm perfectly fine with that. But if there are other people, people who understand me, maybe I could give them a try. Maybe.
I really hope this party doesn't end up like the last party I attended. It was Harry's surprise birthday party years ago, and I don't remember exactly what happened. But I do know it ended up with me running out of the room in tears, which isn't too uncommon with me actually. I'm so used to crying it doesn't even seem odd anymore. I wake up, go to classes, cry, write, go to bed.
It's not a bad life.
I grab my messenger bag, which is black, naturally, and stuff it with a few things I'll need to stay in Blaise's room for the night. And my notebook to write in, just in case the party bores me. With nothing left to keep me from leaving, I trudge out the door and begin the ten-minute walk to the Slytherin tower.
People glace at me out of the corner of their eye as I walk passed, but I'm used to that. I've been getting strange looks from people my whole life; it just seems to be a part of my life. People who know me wonder 'What went wrong with that girl?' whereas people who don't know just think 'Who is that weird person?'. It honestly doesn't bother me, that's why I wear black all the time. It makes people wonder about me.
I absolutely cannot stand when people act like they understand me. Especially the people at this school, the ones happily going to their Quidditch matches and Hogsmeade vacations. Happiness is depressing too, I think, because you know that someday that happiness will run out. Better to be a pessimist, that's my philosophy. You don't get let down as often.
I find myself outside the Slytherin entrance. Blaise gives me the password whenever it changes; she knows I won't do anything to sabotage their house or whatever. I don't get into the whole house cup tradition, so they don't have to worry about me.
Their house is set up basically like Gryffindor, only it's stone instead of wood, green instead of red, and chilly instead of roaring fires in every corner. I like it better.
It takes me two minutes to get to Blaise's room; in Slytherin every person has their own bedroom. That made me jealous when I first found that out, but I spend so much more time here than in my own house it doesn't bug me anymore.
There is a silver nameplate on the door, which reads, "Blaise Zabini, 7th year". I let myself in the room.
"Ginny! You're here! Finally!" Blaise ran over and gave me a huge hug, nearly knocking me off my feet.
I laughed, first time all day. I was right; she's wearing the revealing black top. There must be someone going to the party that she wants to impress. Blaise doesn't put herself out to guys often, but every now and then she falls for one. She's pretty sensible, doesn't just like any guy.
She gave me a once over. "You look nice. Nervous?"
Shrugging, I try to act cool. "Nah."
Blaise grins and laughs. "Liar."
She's such a good friend. Knows me so well. "You got me. So how long until this party starts?" I ask, trying to change the subject from my nervousness to something a little more comfortable.
"We could go now if you'd like. So you can, you know, get to know a couple people before it actually starts and gets all crazy."
I think it over. Not sure which would benefit me more, I merely decide to live on the edge for the night. I may regret it later, but who cares.
"I don't really care either way. Let's go now."
Blaise's smiled widened. "That's the spirit. You'll have fun tonight, trust me. My friends are cool, not like some of the losers at this school."
I kind of smirked. "I hope."
Draco's bedroom was at the far end of the hall that Blaise's room is in. I could already hear loud music coming from that direction. Slytherin rules are much looser than Gryffindors, no curfew and no teachers checking up on them. I'll admit it, I'm envious. If there is one thing I absolutely love, it's music. Too bad I don't share the same taste in music as my roommates, they like all that popular rap and stuff. I'm into the whole punk rock and sad music genre.
From the sounds of it, Draco likes the same music I do. I find myself singing along.
Blaise throws open the door without bothering to knock. Draco is sitting cross-legged on the floor, fiddling with his stereo system. He tries to shout over the music to us, but gives up and turns it down.
"Hello ladies." He says casually, tipping his head in the guy-ish fashion.
Blaise flings herself on his bed, sitting cross-legged as well. "Hey Malfoy, what's up?"
I'm still standing awkwardly. A shy "Hi..." is all I can manage.
"You girls are here early." He points out blatantly.
Blaise shrugs. She's so easygoing, I don't understand it. "Ginny is nervous. I wanted to bring her by earlier to get to now you."
I roll my eyes, my trademark look. "Thank you for pointing out the obvious Blaise. Besides, I already know Draco."
This caught his attention. He jumped up from where he was sitting and walked over to me. He was standing really close, with his face right near mine. "You already know me, huh? Ok then, tell me about myself."
I gulped, taking a step back. This is why I don't like people. Invading my personal space.
"You're a seventh year Slytherin, you are rich, your father does anything you tell him to, you make fun of all Gryffindors, you have parties all the time, and you sleep around with girls. What else would you like to know?" That's probably the longest sentence I've said to anyone besides Blaise in three years.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Oh yes, that's me." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Nearly everything you just said is a stereotype. I thought you of all people would know not to believe the talk of the school."
Even Blaise was frowning at me. I internally kicked myself. Turn off the angry sarcasm, Ginny Weasley, and try to make some friends. Gosh.
I started picking at my black nail polish. "I'm sorry Draco, I just, I,"
He grinned, and grabbed my hand and kissed it gently. "It's ok, don't sweat it. I understand." With that he turned around and started playing with the stereo again.
Blaise giggled at my raised eyebrows. Did Draco Malfoy just KISS my hand? This night was all too weird.
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A/N: Yes, the next chapter will be a more in depth continuation of the party. I hope everyone still likes it, REVIEWS ALL GREATLY APPRECIATED. ^_^