Chapter Three: Bedknobs & Broomsticks
AN Yes, I am fully aware that my chapter title is a rip-off of a Disney movie.
Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing. Not Pez, not Ibuprofen, not Bath & Body Works, and as much as I hate to admit it, I don't own Tom Felton or Frankie Galasso.well, I did own Severin L. for awhile (he sold me his soul for a grape Skittle), but not any longer. Read on!
Ginny woke up the next morning to the ringing of her wand.
'Why can't I ever forget to cast the bloody alarm charm, cheese and rice?' she grumbled to herself while groping blindly for her wand. Suddenly, her arm bumped against something hard and round, knocking it to the wooden floor with a loud crash.
Her eyes snapped open and darted around, searching for the foreign object. Something glinted in the sunlight, and her eyes finally settled on the thing they'd been looking for. The upper right-hand corner bedknob.
She then realized that her wand was still ringing, so she snatched it up, and agitatedly muttered "quietus alarmus", which instantly silenced the incessant racket.
"Today is going to be a long day" the petite redhead proclaimed to herself.
***
Meanwhile, in his Slytherin dorm, Draco Malfoy was thinking. Now, contrary to popular belief, this was not a new thing. Malfoy often silently pondered things instead of voicing thoughts to his less-than-bright counterparts, Crabbe and Goyle.
On the other hand, what he was thinking about was completely out of the ordinary. Who would have ever thought that he, Draco Malfoy, would be jealous of something Potter had. More amazing, though, was the fact that Potter had something he did not. But, alas, he did. And Draco would do anything to take Ginny Weasly away from him.
***
After breakfast, Harry escorted Ginny to her Transfiguration lesson, and then headed to Professor Flitwick's Charms class. But, as luck would have it, Malfoy was in the class too. Doing his best to ignore the blonde haired menace, Harry took a seat in the back row next to Ron. Hopefully Malfoy would leave him alone today. Unfortunately, the thought too soon.
"So," voiced the all-too familiar drawl, "being friends with a Weasel isn't enough, eh Potter? Have to date one too? What is she, your charity case for the year? Heavens knows she needs charity."
Ron's ears turned bright read, and if Flitwick hadn't walked in just that moment, he probably would have punched Draco right then and there.
***
That evening at dinner, Harry came over to Ginny and said:
"I got special permission from madam Hooch to go to the Broom Shed to polish my Firebolt. You wanna come with?"
"Um, okay. I guess."
Thirty Minutes Later
After she finished her supper, Ginny stood up and headed towards the doors to meet Harry in the Entrance Hall. Halfway there, she heard a familiar voice:
"So, anyway, Seamus, tonight's the night. I mean, we've been going out for two months, it only seems natural for us to go to the next step. Well, I'd better be heading out to the broom."
But he was interrupted by a very irate Ginny.
"Excuse me? You think it's natural for a 15 and 16 year old couple who has been going out for two months to have SEX? Well, pardon me, Horndog, but just because you're Harry Potter doesn't mean I'm going to let you RAVISH me whenever you want to!" she spat.
"Well.well.if you loved me, you'd have sex with me!" he shot back.
"Well then, looks like I don't love you. We're through!" she shouted through her tears.
As she walked away, there were loud shouts and cat-calls, along with thunderous applause. Suddenly, she stopped, turned on her heal, and called back to the shocked boy:
"And don't expect me to take you back when you come crawling to me because no other girl will have you. I have standards, and you're way below the bottom."
AN: Oooh! Burnage! What next? Will Ginny swear off boys? Naah! Tune in next time for: Chapter Four: Love Spells & Lickable Wallpaper! Read and Review! Oh, yeah, the whole Harry being called a Horndog, I've just always wanted to do that.
AN Yes, I am fully aware that my chapter title is a rip-off of a Disney movie.
Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing. Not Pez, not Ibuprofen, not Bath & Body Works, and as much as I hate to admit it, I don't own Tom Felton or Frankie Galasso.well, I did own Severin L. for awhile (he sold me his soul for a grape Skittle), but not any longer. Read on!
Ginny woke up the next morning to the ringing of her wand.
'Why can't I ever forget to cast the bloody alarm charm, cheese and rice?' she grumbled to herself while groping blindly for her wand. Suddenly, her arm bumped against something hard and round, knocking it to the wooden floor with a loud crash.
Her eyes snapped open and darted around, searching for the foreign object. Something glinted in the sunlight, and her eyes finally settled on the thing they'd been looking for. The upper right-hand corner bedknob.
She then realized that her wand was still ringing, so she snatched it up, and agitatedly muttered "quietus alarmus", which instantly silenced the incessant racket.
"Today is going to be a long day" the petite redhead proclaimed to herself.
***
Meanwhile, in his Slytherin dorm, Draco Malfoy was thinking. Now, contrary to popular belief, this was not a new thing. Malfoy often silently pondered things instead of voicing thoughts to his less-than-bright counterparts, Crabbe and Goyle.
On the other hand, what he was thinking about was completely out of the ordinary. Who would have ever thought that he, Draco Malfoy, would be jealous of something Potter had. More amazing, though, was the fact that Potter had something he did not. But, alas, he did. And Draco would do anything to take Ginny Weasly away from him.
***
After breakfast, Harry escorted Ginny to her Transfiguration lesson, and then headed to Professor Flitwick's Charms class. But, as luck would have it, Malfoy was in the class too. Doing his best to ignore the blonde haired menace, Harry took a seat in the back row next to Ron. Hopefully Malfoy would leave him alone today. Unfortunately, the thought too soon.
"So," voiced the all-too familiar drawl, "being friends with a Weasel isn't enough, eh Potter? Have to date one too? What is she, your charity case for the year? Heavens knows she needs charity."
Ron's ears turned bright read, and if Flitwick hadn't walked in just that moment, he probably would have punched Draco right then and there.
***
That evening at dinner, Harry came over to Ginny and said:
"I got special permission from madam Hooch to go to the Broom Shed to polish my Firebolt. You wanna come with?"
"Um, okay. I guess."
Thirty Minutes Later
After she finished her supper, Ginny stood up and headed towards the doors to meet Harry in the Entrance Hall. Halfway there, she heard a familiar voice:
"So, anyway, Seamus, tonight's the night. I mean, we've been going out for two months, it only seems natural for us to go to the next step. Well, I'd better be heading out to the broom."
But he was interrupted by a very irate Ginny.
"Excuse me? You think it's natural for a 15 and 16 year old couple who has been going out for two months to have SEX? Well, pardon me, Horndog, but just because you're Harry Potter doesn't mean I'm going to let you RAVISH me whenever you want to!" she spat.
"Well.well.if you loved me, you'd have sex with me!" he shot back.
"Well then, looks like I don't love you. We're through!" she shouted through her tears.
As she walked away, there were loud shouts and cat-calls, along with thunderous applause. Suddenly, she stopped, turned on her heal, and called back to the shocked boy:
"And don't expect me to take you back when you come crawling to me because no other girl will have you. I have standards, and you're way below the bottom."
AN: Oooh! Burnage! What next? Will Ginny swear off boys? Naah! Tune in next time for: Chapter Four: Love Spells & Lickable Wallpaper! Read and Review! Oh, yeah, the whole Harry being called a Horndog, I've just always wanted to do that.