Chapter 13
Ginny woke up and rolled over, She immediately regret it. As she rolled over to look out the window she felt a sharp stab of pain in her stomach. Ouch. Apparently too much tickling isn't good. The mixture of being jabbed in the side and laughing all night really worked her muscles, especially her abs, and now she would pay.
Ginny slowly got up, trying to ignore the fact that her stomach had shooting pains coursing through it with every movement she made. Ginny sighed and collapsed on her bed. It was just too much. Ginny decided the best thing to do would be to owl Madame Pomfrey and see if she knew what to do, so Ginny got up all her strength and made it to her desk. She quickly wrote a note to Madame Pomfrey and sent it with an owl that was perched outside her window. As the owl took off it dropped a note in her palm. Ginny slowly pulled the ribbon that was on it off, and unrolled the piece of parchment.
Dear Ginny,
Draco here. I woke up this morning with my muscles all tensed and painful. I was wondering if you were the same? I dunno, I'm staying in bed the whole day. Are you? I can't move. Well, if you are, maybe we can owl eachother all day? At least it would be something to do.
-Draco
Ginny stared at the letter and laughed, then doubled over from the pain. She had to remember not to laugh for awhile. Ginny owled Draco back telling him about sending a note to the nurse and that yes, she would owl him all day.
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Draco read her note, and reread, and reread it. He couldn't believe it. She was being so...nice? He somehow didn't think that was the word, but couldn't put his finger on the actual word he wanted. He wrote her back.
Dear Ginny,
I can't stand it. I want to be there with you. Besides that way we'd have more company than parchment with ink on it. Oh well, not much I can do. Did you hear from Madam Pomfrey yet?
Draco had barely sent the owl out when he got a reply. Ginny must have written right away. Drao watched the owl come closer. Not only did it have a letter tied to its leg, but a bottle of something as well.
Dear Draco,
Yes, Madam Pomfrey did reply. She sent me this bottle of medicine. She said to take two table spoons, and then rest the whole day, she said by the time you wake up tomorrow you'll be fine. She also wrote our teachers, saying we wouldn't be in class today.
Draco stared at the letter. She thought of everything. Draco picked the bottle carefully. It was very round and the top was a very skinny little opening. It was a deep crimson colour.
Draco slowly took the top off, and grabbed a spoon. He poured some medicine into the spoon, and raised it to his mouth. He quickly put it in his mouth and swallowed.
Yuck. Well, it wasn't as bad as Skele-grow. Nasty Granger had done that last year. Nobody really knew about it though. Too busy with that tournament thing. Draco couldn't remember what it was called. Granger had caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing, and when he turned around with his wand at the ready... well she was too fast. She shot a spell at him and his arm that was holding his wand went to jelly. She'd done that nasty curse that that stupid Lockhart had done on Harry in 2nd year.
Draco took another spoonful and put it in his mouth. Immediately some of the pain in his stomach subsided, but he still couldn't move. He wrote Ginny back, and this is what went on all day.
Dear Ginny,
Yuck, that stuff was nasty huh? But it started working right away. I can feel the pain going, but for some reason I still can't move. Well what do you want to talk about? Now that we have all day.
Dear Draco,
Hmmm, what to talk about? How about our next date? I had fun last night. Didn't you? Even if we did pay dearly today, this isn't so bad anyway. I get to miss class, and talk to you. Hehe.
Dear Ginny,
Our next date huh? Well what do you want to do on our next date? I really don't know. See, I'm not the creative type. I can think logically but, creatively? Not me.
Dear Draco,
I have a great idea! How about we play Laser Tag? It's a muggle thing, but it's really fun. We'd have to get permission to go into muggle London, but I think I can get Dumbledore to give us permission. But what day?
Dear Ginny,
Sounds fun. I just remembered something. Today's Sunday. We don't get classes today. Why couldn't our date be on a Thursday or something? Well, Laser Tag sounds fun, though I've never heard of it. How about...next Saturday? Is that soon enough?
Dear Draco,
Yes! Yes it is! Oh Dumbledore gave us permission, and instructions on the fastest way there. Dumbledore's great isn't he? Always thinks of everything.
Dear Ginny,
No, it's you that always thinks of everything. Dumbledore is great, as much as my father would kill me if he knew I said that.
Dear Draco,
Kill you? Aren't you over-reacting? Anyway, I do not always think of everything. I just think, you know something called using your head when it is needed. Well I've so run out of things to talk about.
Dear Ginny,
I love you.
Ginny stared at the letter in her hands. Was he playing a joke on her? There was no way that Draco Malfoy could love her. Their families were supposed to be enemies. Ginny thought some more and was shocked to realize; She loved him too.
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A/N: OK, I don't know if this is long or short, so whatever, but everyone is bugging me for CH.13, so here it is. Thanks to: Andufeniel, CHeeKi-SHeLLi, crazyfriendsfan, tiggergrl1306, xGinny-Weaslyx, and PhoenixRae( x4 ).
Ginny woke up and rolled over, She immediately regret it. As she rolled over to look out the window she felt a sharp stab of pain in her stomach. Ouch. Apparently too much tickling isn't good. The mixture of being jabbed in the side and laughing all night really worked her muscles, especially her abs, and now she would pay.
Ginny slowly got up, trying to ignore the fact that her stomach had shooting pains coursing through it with every movement she made. Ginny sighed and collapsed on her bed. It was just too much. Ginny decided the best thing to do would be to owl Madame Pomfrey and see if she knew what to do, so Ginny got up all her strength and made it to her desk. She quickly wrote a note to Madame Pomfrey and sent it with an owl that was perched outside her window. As the owl took off it dropped a note in her palm. Ginny slowly pulled the ribbon that was on it off, and unrolled the piece of parchment.
Dear Ginny,
Draco here. I woke up this morning with my muscles all tensed and painful. I was wondering if you were the same? I dunno, I'm staying in bed the whole day. Are you? I can't move. Well, if you are, maybe we can owl eachother all day? At least it would be something to do.
-Draco
Ginny stared at the letter and laughed, then doubled over from the pain. She had to remember not to laugh for awhile. Ginny owled Draco back telling him about sending a note to the nurse and that yes, she would owl him all day.
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Draco read her note, and reread, and reread it. He couldn't believe it. She was being so...nice? He somehow didn't think that was the word, but couldn't put his finger on the actual word he wanted. He wrote her back.
Dear Ginny,
I can't stand it. I want to be there with you. Besides that way we'd have more company than parchment with ink on it. Oh well, not much I can do. Did you hear from Madam Pomfrey yet?
Draco had barely sent the owl out when he got a reply. Ginny must have written right away. Drao watched the owl come closer. Not only did it have a letter tied to its leg, but a bottle of something as well.
Dear Draco,
Yes, Madam Pomfrey did reply. She sent me this bottle of medicine. She said to take two table spoons, and then rest the whole day, she said by the time you wake up tomorrow you'll be fine. She also wrote our teachers, saying we wouldn't be in class today.
Draco stared at the letter. She thought of everything. Draco picked the bottle carefully. It was very round and the top was a very skinny little opening. It was a deep crimson colour.
Draco slowly took the top off, and grabbed a spoon. He poured some medicine into the spoon, and raised it to his mouth. He quickly put it in his mouth and swallowed.
Yuck. Well, it wasn't as bad as Skele-grow. Nasty Granger had done that last year. Nobody really knew about it though. Too busy with that tournament thing. Draco couldn't remember what it was called. Granger had caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing, and when he turned around with his wand at the ready... well she was too fast. She shot a spell at him and his arm that was holding his wand went to jelly. She'd done that nasty curse that that stupid Lockhart had done on Harry in 2nd year.
Draco took another spoonful and put it in his mouth. Immediately some of the pain in his stomach subsided, but he still couldn't move. He wrote Ginny back, and this is what went on all day.
Dear Ginny,
Yuck, that stuff was nasty huh? But it started working right away. I can feel the pain going, but for some reason I still can't move. Well what do you want to talk about? Now that we have all day.
Dear Draco,
Hmmm, what to talk about? How about our next date? I had fun last night. Didn't you? Even if we did pay dearly today, this isn't so bad anyway. I get to miss class, and talk to you. Hehe.
Dear Ginny,
Our next date huh? Well what do you want to do on our next date? I really don't know. See, I'm not the creative type. I can think logically but, creatively? Not me.
Dear Draco,
I have a great idea! How about we play Laser Tag? It's a muggle thing, but it's really fun. We'd have to get permission to go into muggle London, but I think I can get Dumbledore to give us permission. But what day?
Dear Ginny,
Sounds fun. I just remembered something. Today's Sunday. We don't get classes today. Why couldn't our date be on a Thursday or something? Well, Laser Tag sounds fun, though I've never heard of it. How about...next Saturday? Is that soon enough?
Dear Draco,
Yes! Yes it is! Oh Dumbledore gave us permission, and instructions on the fastest way there. Dumbledore's great isn't he? Always thinks of everything.
Dear Ginny,
No, it's you that always thinks of everything. Dumbledore is great, as much as my father would kill me if he knew I said that.
Dear Draco,
Kill you? Aren't you over-reacting? Anyway, I do not always think of everything. I just think, you know something called using your head when it is needed. Well I've so run out of things to talk about.
Dear Ginny,
I love you.
Ginny stared at the letter in her hands. Was he playing a joke on her? There was no way that Draco Malfoy could love her. Their families were supposed to be enemies. Ginny thought some more and was shocked to realize; She loved him too.
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A/N: OK, I don't know if this is long or short, so whatever, but everyone is bugging me for CH.13, so here it is. Thanks to: Andufeniel, CHeeKi-SHeLLi, crazyfriendsfan, tiggergrl1306, xGinny-Weaslyx, and PhoenixRae( x4 ).