(A/N: Thanks for the reviews. no one really ever loves me enough to give me
good reviews. I've been out of town, so this update might not be that
long. Sorry if you have really high expectations but you'll soon realize
how low my expectations are. HAHA. ()
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter. If I did I'd be able to afford sound panels to soundproof my sister's room.
*~*Chapter 2*~*
Axel
She was totally zoned out until she heard a familiar voice speaking. She frantically searched around the room for the owner of the voice. She could have sworn that she knew it from somewhere, but the person had only cleared their voice. They hadn't really said anything. Finally her eyes landed on a young man at the 3rd of the 8 tables. She could tell that he was incredibly tall although he was slouching in his seat. When he looked up into her eyes, she could barely contain the shock. Yes. She definitely knew this person. How could she not? After all, HE was the reason why she came here. She came to Chile to get away from him.
His Day-Glo green eyes bore through hers as he spoke in an even, heavily accented tone, "My name is Harry Potter and I am a detective from Amersham, Buckinghamshire in merry old England (A/N: I lived there. It's a real place. It's nice.)." His eyes glinted as he watched her. His eyes never left her face even after she faked a smile and turned her head away to listen to the others talk. She thought in her mind back to how Harry had changed since she last saw him. If possible, he looked even better than before. The man in question looked as if he had completely given up on taming his stubborn hair. He had ditched the specs and was now sporting contacts, and was wearing the low riding baggy shorts and semi tight, tee that most carefree college guys wear nowadays.
-_-Flashback-_-
Ginny stood at the back of the Chapel. She was decked out in a beautiful white wedding dress. She was convinced that this would be the best day of her life. That she and her true love were to be married and would live happily ever after. She had thought that she was lucky to have found and married her soul mate by the age of eighteen. She had thought that she and he could make a wonderful life together. She knew it was about time for her to make her appearance at the front of the room, for the room, for the Chapel had grown silent. She straightened out her dress and put on a large, happy smile as she gripped her beautiful bouquet. But when she rounded the corner, she noticed that something was wrong. There were no crying family members, no happy brothers whispering their connections with the bride to all who would listen. Nope. She saw only sympathetic looks and somber faces. Ginny thought this was extremely odd but nonetheless made her way up the aisle. When she got to the end, she noticed what was missing. She noticed what made everyone so sympathetic. Harry Potter, the groom, was a no show.
-_-End of Flashback-_-
Instead of letting herself take anymore notice of Harry, she let her eyes settle on a strangely familiar looking man sitting at the eighth table along with two other men. She couldn't decipher any traits of his that she had seen on other people that she knew. she thought the latter when she realized that the introductions had reached his table at last.
"The name's Draco Malfoy. Like Private Eye Potter over there and yourself Ginny, I'm from England and I'm the lead singer in the band Up4Sale." There were a few squeals coming from the ladies and a few males turned around in their seats to get a better look at Draco. Draco didn't seem to notice the attention. He was probably used to it. Ginny smirked, mentally laughing at herself for not recognizing him sooner. Draco Malfoy was most likely the most handsome man in that room. He donned worn blue jeans (with holes), adidas therapeutic sandals, and a whit dress shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down and half un-tucked. He wore sleek black Oakley's over his silver eyes and a backwards baseball cap that said Maryland Terrapins. Despite the hat, his shining blonde hair poked out and hung in his face, untamed by gel. He looked so different that yet so much the same that Ginny just had to comment, "So, a Malfoy just called a Weasley by her first name, eh? There might be hope for you yet, Draco!" and with that, she gave him a genuine smile and moved on to the other two muggles sitting at Draco's table.
Finally all introductions were done and Ginny took control of the group again. "Alright, people! It's dinnertime. Ladies first, men last.. It's good manners. I don't care what you guys drink at home, but here in Chile, we drink the filtered water that's pumped through the sink. There are cups with numbers over there on the rack above the sink. Take one and memorize your number because that's your cup for the rest of your stay. Let's pray." Ginny and the multiple Christians in the room shared in a group prayer while those uncomfortable sat quietly.
Ginny and Angel (who had come inside in time for prayer) stood by the counters while the group crowded around the opposite side with Styrofoam plates. Ginny manned the soup ladle while it was Angel's job to use the fork. And with that, they divvied up the Angel's good cooking to all the people. When Harry passed Ginny his plate, she slopped soup into the built in bowl and passed it back to him, glaring. Harry shrugged and moved on to Angel. When Ginny was next handed a plate, she looked up into the liquid silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. She ladled him some soup and gave him a small smile. He grinned back broadly, but before she could hand him the plate, a chorus of loud and angry dog barks rang out through the night. Then came the horrible sound of growling and the gnashing of teeth mixed with a man's raged shouts. The loudest of all the man's cries rang out right before a series of pained squeals and whimpers. Ginny shoved the plate at Draco, almost spilling his soup and dropped the ladle in the pot. She whipped around and Angel's terrified gaze with her own. "Carlos!" they both screamed at the same time, leaping ove the food table and running out the front doors, leaving all onlookers stunned, confused, and curious.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter. If I did I'd be able to afford sound panels to soundproof my sister's room.
*~*Chapter 2*~*
Axel
She was totally zoned out until she heard a familiar voice speaking. She frantically searched around the room for the owner of the voice. She could have sworn that she knew it from somewhere, but the person had only cleared their voice. They hadn't really said anything. Finally her eyes landed on a young man at the 3rd of the 8 tables. She could tell that he was incredibly tall although he was slouching in his seat. When he looked up into her eyes, she could barely contain the shock. Yes. She definitely knew this person. How could she not? After all, HE was the reason why she came here. She came to Chile to get away from him.
His Day-Glo green eyes bore through hers as he spoke in an even, heavily accented tone, "My name is Harry Potter and I am a detective from Amersham, Buckinghamshire in merry old England (A/N: I lived there. It's a real place. It's nice.)." His eyes glinted as he watched her. His eyes never left her face even after she faked a smile and turned her head away to listen to the others talk. She thought in her mind back to how Harry had changed since she last saw him. If possible, he looked even better than before. The man in question looked as if he had completely given up on taming his stubborn hair. He had ditched the specs and was now sporting contacts, and was wearing the low riding baggy shorts and semi tight, tee that most carefree college guys wear nowadays.
-_-Flashback-_-
Ginny stood at the back of the Chapel. She was decked out in a beautiful white wedding dress. She was convinced that this would be the best day of her life. That she and her true love were to be married and would live happily ever after. She had thought that she was lucky to have found and married her soul mate by the age of eighteen. She had thought that she and he could make a wonderful life together. She knew it was about time for her to make her appearance at the front of the room, for the room, for the Chapel had grown silent. She straightened out her dress and put on a large, happy smile as she gripped her beautiful bouquet. But when she rounded the corner, she noticed that something was wrong. There were no crying family members, no happy brothers whispering their connections with the bride to all who would listen. Nope. She saw only sympathetic looks and somber faces. Ginny thought this was extremely odd but nonetheless made her way up the aisle. When she got to the end, she noticed what was missing. She noticed what made everyone so sympathetic. Harry Potter, the groom, was a no show.
-_-End of Flashback-_-
Instead of letting herself take anymore notice of Harry, she let her eyes settle on a strangely familiar looking man sitting at the eighth table along with two other men. She couldn't decipher any traits of his that she had seen on other people that she knew. she thought the latter when she realized that the introductions had reached his table at last.
"The name's Draco Malfoy. Like Private Eye Potter over there and yourself Ginny, I'm from England and I'm the lead singer in the band Up4Sale." There were a few squeals coming from the ladies and a few males turned around in their seats to get a better look at Draco. Draco didn't seem to notice the attention. He was probably used to it. Ginny smirked, mentally laughing at herself for not recognizing him sooner. Draco Malfoy was most likely the most handsome man in that room. He donned worn blue jeans (with holes), adidas therapeutic sandals, and a whit dress shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down and half un-tucked. He wore sleek black Oakley's over his silver eyes and a backwards baseball cap that said Maryland Terrapins. Despite the hat, his shining blonde hair poked out and hung in his face, untamed by gel. He looked so different that yet so much the same that Ginny just had to comment, "So, a Malfoy just called a Weasley by her first name, eh? There might be hope for you yet, Draco!" and with that, she gave him a genuine smile and moved on to the other two muggles sitting at Draco's table.
Finally all introductions were done and Ginny took control of the group again. "Alright, people! It's dinnertime. Ladies first, men last.. It's good manners. I don't care what you guys drink at home, but here in Chile, we drink the filtered water that's pumped through the sink. There are cups with numbers over there on the rack above the sink. Take one and memorize your number because that's your cup for the rest of your stay. Let's pray." Ginny and the multiple Christians in the room shared in a group prayer while those uncomfortable sat quietly.
Ginny and Angel (who had come inside in time for prayer) stood by the counters while the group crowded around the opposite side with Styrofoam plates. Ginny manned the soup ladle while it was Angel's job to use the fork. And with that, they divvied up the Angel's good cooking to all the people. When Harry passed Ginny his plate, she slopped soup into the built in bowl and passed it back to him, glaring. Harry shrugged and moved on to Angel. When Ginny was next handed a plate, she looked up into the liquid silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. She ladled him some soup and gave him a small smile. He grinned back broadly, but before she could hand him the plate, a chorus of loud and angry dog barks rang out through the night. Then came the horrible sound of growling and the gnashing of teeth mixed with a man's raged shouts. The loudest of all the man's cries rang out right before a series of pained squeals and whimpers. Ginny shoved the plate at Draco, almost spilling his soup and dropped the ladle in the pot. She whipped around and Angel's terrified gaze with her own. "Carlos!" they both screamed at the same time, leaping ove the food table and running out the front doors, leaving all onlookers stunned, confused, and curious.
