Kiss & Tell

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. Some settings do too. Johnny and the Dreamcatcher spell belongs to me and the title is from Stephen King (lucky!)

SK: Is this story done yet?

DZ: Sorry, Mr. King, but this is only the third chapter...

SK: This is the worst scary story I ever read...

DZ: It's not a scary story!

SK: Oh, I see...

DZ: Anyway, I have to complain to you about the girl who played Carrie...I mean, I looked WAY much more like Carrie then her! How dare you!

SK: Err-

DZ: And by the way, 'Misery' is so freaking long! I know your brilliant and all, but it took me five hours to get through ten pages! And I am the girl that read the fourth HP book in three hours!

SK: ERR- WELL at least my stories are scary!

DZ: Frankly, Mr. King, I think it's your picture in the back of books that are a bit scary...

SK: WHY YOU LITTLE! I'll give you scary...

(Courtney interrupts: Okay back to the story)

(meanwhile, Stephen and Devilzzz begin to get into a catfight with books...err- don't ask)

Ginny

I was awestruck. Seriously, there's nothing worse than being stuck in bed with your worst enemy. Especially if there's a high risk that you snore, or that he snores. So I made a promise to myself: It was only one night, so stop acting like a baby, wait until he falls asleep and then you can, and he won't hear if you snore or talk in your sleep or not.

Of course, there are worse things to think about. Like what happens when you get up in the morning and your breath smells and his breath smells too? I mean, I always wondered how married couples go along. I mean, your husband gets up and says 'Good morning' and kisses you with that bad breath of his. Now, how can they stand that?

But anyways, I was more concerned of how close we were going to be while we slept. When you sleep, I think you move around unintentionally without knowing it, and if I wake up in the morning on top of Draco Malfoy, I don't think I would've stand it.

Of course, we debated. He said that if I didn't feel comfortable sleeping with a boy I might as well sleep on the floor. Well, I wasn't about to do that, and he wasn't either, so we both agreed to sleep there and then the next morning, we'd be out of here, because this spell thing was worrying us to hell. Well, I wasn't sure about him, but it was Christmas, which meant I was missing out on Christmas...in the future, anyway.

There was a small bathroom too, so Malfoy and I naturally fought over that, too. He said he wanted to take a quick shower and brush his teeth and that girls take baths and I would be too long. I wasn't about to admit that I did perfer baths in the night instead of showers, but I said I would take a short one, so finally I raced into the bathroom when he wasn't looking and slammed the door, locking it hastily.

His protests were drowned out by the water in the shower. Since I had done it unfairly, I decided to take a quick shower too. I undressed and went in, untying my hair from it's ponytail and reaching for the soap.

I guess I thought that the lock would work - but I was dangerously, dangerously wrong.

Draco

It started out okay, until the fight came about who got to use the bathroom first. I finally won the debate, promising (hah!) that I would only take a few minutes, and then turning around to do something, and then I heard the slam of the door and I knew Weasley had gone in before me.

That bitch, I thought wryly, furious with myself. I could hear her soft laughter behind the door.

I should've gotten it first! Finally, I stalked toward the door and turned the knob, and to my deep surprise, the lock unfastened. Guess it doesn't work, I thought vaguely, and went inside.

A foam of steam reached my eyes and I rubbed my eyes, heat surrounding me. Unlike what Weasley had said, she was taking a shower - on full blast of hot water! Damnit, even I didn't take showers that heatfilled! What was Weasley thinking?

"Help! Help!" her voice shouted.

What the -

"Oh God, the shower's broken, it's all hot water! Malfoyyyyyyy!, please, MALFOOYYYYYYYYYY!! FERRETTT!" she screamed, and I guess she thought that I was in the bedroom, still. I wanted to smirk and let her melt, but then a though arose in my mind: What if Weasley got out, and ....she....

The thought of Weasley, naked made me come to my senses.

I took a towel from the bathroom and closing my eyes, I opened the curtain slightly and said, "Here, wrap this around yourself, and then get out," or something dumb like that. Perhaps it was the shock of her seeing me, but she screamed and yanked the towel so harshly from my hand that I fell in the bathtub of hot water splattering on me, and soon, I heard a certain female cry out and land on top of me, the softness of the towel rubbing against my soaked shirt.

Ginny

Oh God, never mind what I said about bad breath and sleeping with your enemy. This was fucking worse!!! The moment Draco arrived, I screamed and reached for the towel that he was offering to me, closed -eyed, and I guess tugging it so hard made him lose balance and fall harshly into the bathtub, his shirt and pants drenching in hot water. I giggled a bit and went foward, carefully wrapping the towel tightly around my self and went to pull Malfoy up - and then I slipped on the soap, and my head banged against his neck and the next thing I knew - I was on top of his back.

"Weasel, get off," he grumbled, his hair soaked and silver strands tumbling all over his forehead. I got off, my stomach aching with pain.

The shower suddenly stopped, and Malfoy got up, rubbing his head vigorously.

"What the hell were you thinking? God, look what you did to my clothes! These are the only clothes I have, Weasley! Unlike you, I was pretending to be a muggle named 'Bill' for no damn reason, and look WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED when that MOTHER FUCKING SPELL!"

He was having a mental breakdown, I knew. If I didn't know better, I would've thought he'd burst into tears. But no, Malfoy WOULD NEVER ever cry in front of a girl, much less cry.

His glare was so menacing I backed away, and the knot in my towel broke loose, and it fell off. His eyes widened, and before I could do anything, or say anything, or much less slap him for that hungry stare that filled his face, the shower came on back again, in full blast of cold, freezing water and it attacked Malfoy, I quickly spun the towel around me again, shrieking.

Needless to say, after our little shower fiasco, we had a hard time falling asleep that night.

Draco

Fine, fine, I LOOKED when Weasley's towel blew off unexpectantly. But, that's what normal boys do. And believe me, I only saw a bust of flesh before the water blinded my eyes again. Of course, I enjoyed that spare second, so forgive me.

But when after we had our little 'shower', I didn't have my wand with me, so I couldn't dry the wet clothes, so I had to sleep in my boxers, instead. Apparently Weasley found this remotely amusing, because she was laughing as she slipped under the covers with her little 'cocktail dress' of hers.

What we had finally decided, was that tomorrow, we would eat breakfast in the Leaky Cauldron and then go to Ollivander's for wands, and then somehow we'd transport ourselves to our houses or somewhere where someone could help us.

We decided that after we located ourselves back into the present, we would go our seperate ways and never speak of this again. At least, that's what we decided.

Ginny

Well, the first part didn't go too well. Because we learned why Draco was a muggle named 'Bill' in the future.

It was all over the old Witch Weekly and Daily Prophet papers that were splattered on the little tables that the Leaky Cauldron had breakfasts on. Luckily it was nearly vacant, for Christmas had sent many people home after a good night's sleep from traveling.

The breakfast was good - Draco had coffee and a few blueberry muffins, while I chose organge juice and cereal.

He snorted at my breakfast, of course. But that was before he saw the magazines and papers that were in the middle of the table. He reached for one, ignoring me, and I did the same, trying to avoid his icy stare, and opened Witch Weekly to it's second page. That's when I saw the headline.

Malfoy - Undercover Muggle?

Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, is happily wedded to Laurine Donovan Malfoy, who says she has never had a better life. She says she is supporting the fact of Malfoy's new job in the Ministry of the department of 'Missing Persons'. He is rumored to have been sent on a unknown mission to catch a pureblood witch that has been missing for a couple of years after she graduated Albus Dumbledore's fine school, Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and has been missing ever since she visited Rome with her husband, Harry Potter (i.e. The Boy Who Lived). Rumors are that he is sent to get a muggle job in northern London and search around, as the wife of Harry Potter is in the muggle world -

I stopped reading and started poking Malfoy and reading it aloud. He gasped when I read out that Laurine Donovan Malfoy was married to him, and he snorted when I mentioned he was supposed to be looking for Harry Potter's wife (who'd marry him?) and then I read the end.

"Rumors are that he is sent to get a muggle job in northern London and search around, as the wife of Harry Potter is in the muggle world, and Mr. Potter is willing to pay Mr. Malfoy if he can find his beloved wife, who is nineteen, 5'6, red flaming hair, brown eyes and is under the name of.." I stopped reading, as Draco gaped at me.

"Virginia Weasley," I finished.