Kiss & Tell

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. Some settings do too. I own Laurine Malfoy. Johnny and the Dreamcatcher spell also belongs to me and the title is from Stephen King.

SK: I see you're not speaking to me.

DZ: *Silence*

SK: I knew it.

DZ: *Silence*

SK: C'MON! Speak to me!

DZ: NOT UNTIL YOU ADMIT that Jane Eyre is better than Gone With The Wind.

SK: NEVER! NEVER!

Ginny

Okay...that WAS unexpected.

Then Malfoy did the craziest thing. He pulled me by the arm and roared, "Yes! Now I'll be more rich! C'mon, Weasley, let's get you to Potter!"

There was that weird, crazy grin in that handsome - err - arrogant face, and an ambitious gleam in his eye. Now I was SURE he was meant to be in Slytherin. I took my arm away, with the sudden urge to smack him.

"Are you insane, Malfoy? We've got to get out of here! It's a wonder how Tom didn't regonize me...my God, people are looking for me! And - and - my God, you're fucking married! And you're supposed to be an undercover muggle...if we stay here more, the future is all going to be told to us in a platter! Let's get out while we have the chance!"

I smiled, proud of my little speech.

"Oh shut up, Weasley, aren't you the least bit curious what it's like to ravish Potter at least?" he snarled.

My smile vanished.

"You - you - sick - sick little..."

"You stay right there. I have to open my Gringotts account...and pay back Tom for the room!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"


"Fine!"

"Will you quit saying fine?!"

"No! YOU quit saying fine!"

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"Fine..." He made a motion as if to shake my shoulders but paused instead.

Finally, Dra- err- Malfoy made a angry sound, as if he was a lion or something, and stalked right out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Fine," I muttered to myself.

Draco

That didn't go too well. As soon as I told the goblins to open the vault for Mr. Malfoy, they asked me if I had the key, and of course I didn't, so they forced me to leave. So now, I was outside, cursing under my breath. I didn't want to go back to Weasley, because I knew I wouldn't be able to resist - err - handle that bad temper of hers; and I knew I couldn't go back in and try to attack goblins, because first of all, they'd most likely attack me. So I let instinct control me. And I went to the Malfoy Manor.

Ginny

"Little prat, thinks he's got everything, stupid little," I said, still talking to myself. I wanted to punch Malfoy in the face. But, at the same time I wanted to cuddle him. Now, this was a big dilemma. My lip began trembling, and I thought, oh no, here come the waterfalls. Stop crying, you're such a baby, I thought to myself. But I started crying anyway. I wanted to see Hogwarts again - to send letters to my family...

Family...oh, how I wanted to see them again...

Hey, you don't need a wand to see your family, a tiny voice erupted.

Hey, you're right... I thought back. I took a deep breath and went through the lobby and into the font desk to ask Tom for some floo powder.

Draco

I rang the doorbell. Now, that's pretty stupid for a guy that lives here. But I had to. And I wasn't surprised when a strange-looking house elf opened the door. But I was surprised to see that the house-elf was smoking a cigar. A cigar with 'M' imprinted on it.

"Oh! Master! Clariese is sorry!" 'Clariese' quickly put it away.

"Come in, Miss has been asking for you," Clariese prompted, and started banging her head against the closed door. I rolled my eyes.

"Missss!" Clariese hollered after she was done. I looked at her strangely and she turned slightly crimson - well actually, dark green - and stumbled as she went up the stairs to fetch the 'Miss.' I figured she was new or something.

I don't know what I was expecting - my mother, maybe - but this woman was certainly NOT my mother. She had long, silky hair that was colored black, and her eyes flashed of a deep violet, her lips thin and her body frail...she was like an exotic princess, and I knew I was gawking. She was wearing a strapless, blue gown that reached and covered her feet, and on her neck shimmered several necklaces consisting of gold, diamonds and other rare gems. On her wrists dangled many bracelets with jewels formed on them.

"Oh, you came back," she said carelessly, moving gracefully down the stairs. I stared at the beautiful creature before me and I knew that my mouth was fully gaping too.

"Well? Did you find her?" she said, her voice shone with a streak of luridness.

It took a few minutes before I knew what she was talking about.

"Umm...yes. Yes. She's at the - the - Leaky Cauldron," I said, my voice shaking. "I need my wand..."

"You stupid idiot! What if she gets away?" Laurine had a slight southern British accent.

"That's why I need my wand!" I snapped at her. How dare she speak to me like that? So, she had good beauty...Gin- err- Weasley wasn't that bad looking either and SHE didn't act like this!

"Fine. Clariese! Go get Mr. Malfoy's wand, please," she called. There were footsteps up the stairs as Laurine waved her hand dismissively.

"There. Done," she hissed, and headed toward the living room. I was regretting ever coming to this room when the house-elf tripped over the stairs and sprawled on the floor, a cigar on one hand and my wand in the other. I tugged the wand out of her hand and she bowed clumsily before running to the kitchens.

Without even more or so a goodbye, I opened the door and closed it behind me, waiting to show Weasley the good news.

Ginny

The house was empty. The Burrow, for the first time as I could see it was - empty. There was no people that I knew of in this house. The furniture had been taken away, and the rooms were bare. I felt the tears tugging at my eyelids again. My God, when was I going out of this hellhole? It had only been a couple of days and already was I having breakdowns! I couldn't blame Malfoy...

Where WERE they? It was impossible they'd moved out - wasn't it?

I gulped, and made my way to my room. It was empty, except for my old bed, even though the covers had been ripped off. A forbidding emotion began to fill my stomach. How could this be? How?

I clutched the small bag full of floo powder and walked downstairs to prooceded to go downstairs to the fireplace - but then something glimmered at the edge of my bed and I saw it - my wand. A confusion surrounded my mind, but I grabbed it and clutched it tightly, sighing.

"Peviliso DMalfoy," I hissed. It was an accurate spell I had learned in Charms in my fourth year, to find a certain person.

The wand gleamed slightly and rose up in the air and began flying in the direction of downstairs. When I reached it, I saw it was pointing at the fireplace. I raised my eyebrows and did the spell again. It did the same thing, and I was wondering what kinds of places that were connected to the floo-network...there were many...

Malfoy Manor! Of course! I gave a sigh of relief, throughly annoyed that Malfoy had gone there, but proud for my permit of brilliance at this matter of time.

I spoke the name clearly and coughed slightly as the fire burned the sides of my body and through heat flashes and colors, I fell into another fireplace. I choked, grasping something for balance when a voice spoke out.

"Excuse me - what is your business here?" a voice erupted. A female voice. I cautiously turned around, some dirt seeping through my dress.

I gaped. It was a beautiful woman, with black hair and an unusual mix of violet brims in her eyes. She was wearing a lovely, sleek, strapless gown that covered her feet and her jewelery covered most of her body.

"Um...I am looking for..." I paused. Was it possible that this was Laurine Malfoy? If it was -...

A voice interrupted my thoughts. The familiar, deep, male voice.

"Just came back, I have to look things in the library..."

"Draco!" I said, taking a deep breath. He was staring at me.

"What're you doing here?" he hissed at me. I shook my head dismissively.

"That doesn't matter...I have my wand! We can finally get out of here!" I said.

Laurine looked at the both of us curiously.

"I have my wand too," he said smugly. I glared at him.

"Fine. Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. How could he compete at this time?

"C'mon, let's go to the library and look up the ...spell," he finally said, and grabbed my hand. I felt the shock again - the tingling rising. I pulled away, so he grabbed hold of my arm instead and led me upstairs.

Draco

I noticed that she pulled away from the embrace of my hand, as if repulsed by it. Anger rising, I grabbed her tightly by the arm forcefully and practically dragged her upstairs. She followed like a little puppy and we finally reached my library.

"Wow," she whispered under her breath. I couldn't help but smirk. This library at the Malfoy Manor was built larger than the one at Hogwarts - mostly containing dark arts, but there were also the same books there, including restricted ones, and basic spellbooks that were used when I was very little.

I headed to one part of the section, and looked through the various books and I reached it out, looking at it.

"This is it, isn't it?" I said, showing her the cover - a leather, black cover with french words entitled on it. She nodded, and grinned, snatching it out of my hands.

"How did you find that so fast?"

"Everything is organized, here, Weasley," I said smugly. She didn't seem to be listening. She was searching through the pages and gave a squeal as she pointed at the Dreamcatcher spell. We read through it and turned the pages for the remedies or counterspell - anything. There was usually that after the actual spell, but of course I never read it.

I turned my eyes to it as Weasley gave a cry of horror and read something aloud.

"To end the submittion of the Dreamcatcher spell, the wish must run it's own course and be accepted," she read aloud, her mouth open.

"So?" I asked, blankly.

"It means! It means that - unless we fulfill our wishes soon...we're stuck here forever," Ginny said, her shoulders slumping. I tugged it out of her reach and flipped through the pages and threw it against the wall.


"D- Malfoy!" Gin- Weasley cried out.

"Oh, fucking great! Fucking great!" I said, my fists clenched. "It's impossible then. We're stuck."

"There's still some hope..oh, who am I kidding? We're in such a mess," she said, plomping her head into her lap as she sat down on a nearby chair.

"I guess we have to try, at least. What was your wish?" I asked.

She didn't respond. "Come on, Weasley! Unless our wishes are granted, we are stuck forever!"

Weasley took a deep breath and looked up at me. "To find - my - my true love," she mumbled.

I gaped. "Are you fucking serious? Then this is impossible!"

She gave me a menacing look. "So this is my fault, is it?" she said, standing up and grabbing my arm - "Fine, Malfoy, let's hear yours."

I mumbled.

"What? I can't hearrr you," she said mockingly.

"I said! To - to have the pefrmkiss," I murmured at the last part.


"What?!" she leaned closer. "Say it again."

"TO HAVE THE PERFECT KISS!" I roared. "THERE! YOU HAVE IT!"

I turned away from her, and I knew my cheeks were tinging red ...it was a mere wish...I thought after it was done, I could wish for something more - like the best lay I ever had, or...

"Perfect kiss?" she repeated in disbelief. Ginny burst out laughing.

"It isn't funny! I was just testing it!"

"Sure!" she erupted into giggles. "My God, you'd expect my wish from a girl, but Malfoy, perfect kiss? No wonder you were so reluctant to admit it."

I grabbed her by the shoulders and she stopped laughing. Fear filled her face, and satisfaction began drenching against me.

"I am glad you stopped laughing!" I managed to say, digging my nails threatningly into her shoulder. She squirmed in my grip and I realized how close we were - and that her lips were inches away from mine.

"Malfoy?" she breathed, her warm breath fanning my lips. I closed my eyes, and tugged at her strands of red curls...she was intoxicating, and I was stuck in the moment. I had imagined kissing her for a long time, but this was the only time I admitted I wanted to do it as badly. She let one of her hands grip my side.

"Mmm?" I answered.

"Let's try," she whispered, and finally, I realized what she was about to do when the movement of her lips collided with mine, at long last.

Courtney

That was 8 pages of shit...the only part I liked was the end of this chapter - I'll do better next time, and I hope there's more humor in the next chapter (although I did have a good giggle at the imagery of a house-elf smoking a cigar)! Thanks for all your reviews!!! (Download "If You Leave" by Good Charlotte, because that's the song in the background that would go perfectly with this chapter)

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-Court