Never Noticed
The next few days passed by with heat surrounding the castle. Few people noticed it, and one of them was Ginny. Summer was upcoming so soon in just days that it felt tiring to leave already. The months had passed by so quickly it was impossible to remember everything that had happened. But everything stuck in her mind. Dumbledore raising his glass for Harry and Cedric, and everyone else following the procedure, although reluctantly. Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Harry had lusted after, seemed to be most affected by the death. After all, Ginny remembered seeing her and Cedric together, holding hands.
"It's a shame isn't it?" Luna said to Ginny as they both packed. "About Cedric? He was so nice."
Ginny didn't feel the need to hear this. The fact that she had woken up in Draco's bed after that dreadful day was still ringing in her ears.
"Yes," she merely replied. "It is."
"I told Dad not to write about it in the Quibbler...he doesn't like to write those kind of those things..."
"Right."
"Ginny?" Luna tilted her head curiously at the redhead.
"Yeah?"
"Everything alright?"
"Yes."
"Right."
They began the silent routine of packing clothes neatly, or in Luna's case, throwing stuff carelessly in a suitcase or nearby duffel bags, seperate purses or even shopping bags.
"Is everything okay with Michael?" Luna finally asked.
"Oh...sure. Yeah. He says he might come over the Burrow for the summer. But I told him no, because I didn't want Ron knowing. But we made a date for when we come back."
"Are you sure that's okay?" she asked, frowning, a doubtful look upon her face.
"Of course."
"Ginny? Can I ask you the question?"
"Umm...I suppose," Ginny retorted hesitantly. Knowing Luna, you'd never expect what she'd say.
With a dreamy sigh, she asked, "Do you think your parents would mind if you came home with me for ...a week? Or something? For the summer?"
"Summer?" Ginny looked at her, and saw the hopeful look on her face, and couldn't decline.
"I...don't know, Luna," she said truthfully. "The week is fine, because I don't know if Harry's coming to stay or what, but I'll have to ask my mom first. Why didn't you ask me before?"
"Sorry...it just came up," Luna said.
"I have to owl my Mom, then. Look after my clothes, alright?" Ginny hurried off.
Unfortunately, Ginny had ran off before she could catch the mischevious, joyous smile that came over her friend's face.
~*~
Dear Cee Cee,
It's all settled. My friend Gin's going to stay for a week or so. Hope two kids to babysit isn't bad. But don't worry, after Gin leaves, there's only about five days before Dad comes back from buisness.
Be prepared. This one's a redhead!
xxx.ooo.xxx.
Luna Lovegood
~*~
Fortunately, at the last day, Ginny got a quick response from her mother.
Dear Ginny,
This is such late notice. I'll have to meet Luna before I decide. And her parents, too. I don't think you can be able to go this week, maybe the day after you arrive at the Burrow.
Love,
Mum
Ginny sighed, disappointment filling her stomach.
"My parents won't be picking me up, though," Luna said excitedly when Ginny announced the news. "It'll be a babysitter. Cee Cee, she's really nice."
"Is she?"
"Yes, very. She'll be able to charm your mom to come to us the very first week. C'mon, it's almost time to go."
~*~
Draco Malfoy was slowly packing his leftover things when Crabbe stupidly announced that it was time to leave. Dismissing him, he took moments to think about what to do this summer. Cedric's death had left an unworthy hole in the castle, a sudden silence. Of course there were whispered rumors, people hissing in earlobes whenever the famous Boy-Who-Lived passed by, but Draco expected nothingless. What really got to him was the fact that Ginny wouldn't look directly at him anymore. It was hard to seduce her if she ignored him and avoided him in hallways as long as possible. And now summer was awaiting him, and he was approaching a two-month vacation without seeing her. He couldn't figure out what made him attached to him; but she had a innocence around her that calmed him, pouncing for her as his prey. If he lay his hands on her, no matter how long it would take, she would be his conquest - an accomplishment. Then he'd dump her, just like Cecilia. A smirk applied to his face. It was rather doubtful which would be better in bed - Weasley or Cecilia. He was fooling himself, of course. Even though he had flaunted his "conquest" on Cecilia, it didn't mean he hadn't gotten feelings for her.
Damnit, he told himself, shaking with utmost fury and embarrassment. What was it to her, anyway? Was it the fact that she looked so much like Ginny that drew him to the muggle-born loving Gryffindor? Cecilia must've been the only person he had gotten close to unintentionally, and when he finally did bed her, she had wrapped herself around him and told him those three disgraceful words Draco was taught to avoid and claim as weakness all these years. He had merely pushed her away, telling her that the concept of love was ridiculous, and he'd never love her. He could still remember the hurt that filled her face, the dropping of her glorious smile, the twinkle in her eyes, her chest heaved down. This was an expression he had never known since he had known her, for over six years, when they had met when they were both seven.
"You love me, Draco Malfoy," she had said stonily. "You love me, you're just too childish to admit it."
"You were a great lay," he had only commented back. "That's all you'll ever be, Cecilia."
She hadn't even slapped him like most girls would.
She didn't fall apart like most girls would.
She didn't curse at him like most girls would.
In fact, she just frowned grimly at him, put on her clothes hastily, and headed toward the door, one glance at him.
"If you let me go, Draco," she had said strongly, her voice not even cracking, "If you let me go this instant, I swear you'll never see me again."
He hadn't answered. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night, reaching for her and figuring out she wasn't there, regretting it. Regretting the moment he hadn't answered. And she walked away.
And kept her promise.
~*~
"Cee Cee!" Luna exclaimed, jumping up and down, losing all her dream-like composure as she ran to a figure that looked about fourteen or fifteen with dark hair, and some red streaks.
"Oh, you must be Gin," the girl said, offering a hand. Ginny smiled, taking it, eyeing her clothes. She was wearing a pair of jeans that fit her like second skin, a red sweater that matched the streaks in her hair. She was a light brunette, but a obvious dyed one. Ginny wondered what her original hair color was as she observed her oval-shaped green eyes.
"Luna...I thought you said Cee Cee was our babysitter," Ginny said, frowning. Cee Cee looked oddly familiar, but Ginny shook it off.
"She is," Luna replied, looking at Ginny strangely.
"But...she's only a year older than us," she protested, looking over where Cee Cee had gone to meet Ginny's mother.
"So? Cee's like a eighteen year old. She even looks it. You have to admit she's pretty tall. Besides, your mother doesn't know she's fourteen," Luna pointed out.
"I guess," Ginny muttered, and they walked over to Ginny's mother, who was standing next to Ron, Fred, and George.
"I'll never have friends over," Cee Cee was saying. "I can promise you perfect supervision. I've been the Lovegood's babysitter for years now. It's only for a week after all, and a scratch on Gin, you can report me."
Mrs. Weasley wrinkled her nose in reluctance. "Well...I don't know about this...are you Luna?"
Luna nodded, smiling gloweringly at her.
"How come Gin gets to leave?" Ron groaned.
Ginny glared at him, and he backed off.
"I suppose, but you'll have to owl us your address when you get there. And..."
With her mother droning on about instructions, thankfully, she kissed Ginny two times on the cheek and hugging her before she cautiously looked over at her shoulder before she left.
"Wow, your mom's a talker," Cee Cee said.
They all laughed, and Ginny was soon starting her summer.
~*~
Okay, that sucked! ^_^...screw that last sentence...I had a bit of writer's block on this ff since there's so little reviews and stuff, and there's a lot of plot holes and stuff. Listen, let's stop the "ooo who could Cee Cee" be crap, because I already know you guys figured who she is. Sorry about the Compassionate!Draco thing. I am sorry if "Cee" seems a bit Mary- Sueish! I never meant to do that! Urgh I hate Mary-Sues!
Please, please, review!!!
Love, -S.A. Court
The next few days passed by with heat surrounding the castle. Few people noticed it, and one of them was Ginny. Summer was upcoming so soon in just days that it felt tiring to leave already. The months had passed by so quickly it was impossible to remember everything that had happened. But everything stuck in her mind. Dumbledore raising his glass for Harry and Cedric, and everyone else following the procedure, although reluctantly. Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Harry had lusted after, seemed to be most affected by the death. After all, Ginny remembered seeing her and Cedric together, holding hands.
"It's a shame isn't it?" Luna said to Ginny as they both packed. "About Cedric? He was so nice."
Ginny didn't feel the need to hear this. The fact that she had woken up in Draco's bed after that dreadful day was still ringing in her ears.
"Yes," she merely replied. "It is."
"I told Dad not to write about it in the Quibbler...he doesn't like to write those kind of those things..."
"Right."
"Ginny?" Luna tilted her head curiously at the redhead.
"Yeah?"
"Everything alright?"
"Yes."
"Right."
They began the silent routine of packing clothes neatly, or in Luna's case, throwing stuff carelessly in a suitcase or nearby duffel bags, seperate purses or even shopping bags.
"Is everything okay with Michael?" Luna finally asked.
"Oh...sure. Yeah. He says he might come over the Burrow for the summer. But I told him no, because I didn't want Ron knowing. But we made a date for when we come back."
"Are you sure that's okay?" she asked, frowning, a doubtful look upon her face.
"Of course."
"Ginny? Can I ask you the question?"
"Umm...I suppose," Ginny retorted hesitantly. Knowing Luna, you'd never expect what she'd say.
With a dreamy sigh, she asked, "Do you think your parents would mind if you came home with me for ...a week? Or something? For the summer?"
"Summer?" Ginny looked at her, and saw the hopeful look on her face, and couldn't decline.
"I...don't know, Luna," she said truthfully. "The week is fine, because I don't know if Harry's coming to stay or what, but I'll have to ask my mom first. Why didn't you ask me before?"
"Sorry...it just came up," Luna said.
"I have to owl my Mom, then. Look after my clothes, alright?" Ginny hurried off.
Unfortunately, Ginny had ran off before she could catch the mischevious, joyous smile that came over her friend's face.
~*~
Dear Cee Cee,
It's all settled. My friend Gin's going to stay for a week or so. Hope two kids to babysit isn't bad. But don't worry, after Gin leaves, there's only about five days before Dad comes back from buisness.
Be prepared. This one's a redhead!
xxx.ooo.xxx.
Luna Lovegood
~*~
Fortunately, at the last day, Ginny got a quick response from her mother.
Dear Ginny,
This is such late notice. I'll have to meet Luna before I decide. And her parents, too. I don't think you can be able to go this week, maybe the day after you arrive at the Burrow.
Love,
Mum
Ginny sighed, disappointment filling her stomach.
"My parents won't be picking me up, though," Luna said excitedly when Ginny announced the news. "It'll be a babysitter. Cee Cee, she's really nice."
"Is she?"
"Yes, very. She'll be able to charm your mom to come to us the very first week. C'mon, it's almost time to go."
~*~
Draco Malfoy was slowly packing his leftover things when Crabbe stupidly announced that it was time to leave. Dismissing him, he took moments to think about what to do this summer. Cedric's death had left an unworthy hole in the castle, a sudden silence. Of course there were whispered rumors, people hissing in earlobes whenever the famous Boy-Who-Lived passed by, but Draco expected nothingless. What really got to him was the fact that Ginny wouldn't look directly at him anymore. It was hard to seduce her if she ignored him and avoided him in hallways as long as possible. And now summer was awaiting him, and he was approaching a two-month vacation without seeing her. He couldn't figure out what made him attached to him; but she had a innocence around her that calmed him, pouncing for her as his prey. If he lay his hands on her, no matter how long it would take, she would be his conquest - an accomplishment. Then he'd dump her, just like Cecilia. A smirk applied to his face. It was rather doubtful which would be better in bed - Weasley or Cecilia. He was fooling himself, of course. Even though he had flaunted his "conquest" on Cecilia, it didn't mean he hadn't gotten feelings for her.
Damnit, he told himself, shaking with utmost fury and embarrassment. What was it to her, anyway? Was it the fact that she looked so much like Ginny that drew him to the muggle-born loving Gryffindor? Cecilia must've been the only person he had gotten close to unintentionally, and when he finally did bed her, she had wrapped herself around him and told him those three disgraceful words Draco was taught to avoid and claim as weakness all these years. He had merely pushed her away, telling her that the concept of love was ridiculous, and he'd never love her. He could still remember the hurt that filled her face, the dropping of her glorious smile, the twinkle in her eyes, her chest heaved down. This was an expression he had never known since he had known her, for over six years, when they had met when they were both seven.
"You love me, Draco Malfoy," she had said stonily. "You love me, you're just too childish to admit it."
"You were a great lay," he had only commented back. "That's all you'll ever be, Cecilia."
She hadn't even slapped him like most girls would.
She didn't fall apart like most girls would.
She didn't curse at him like most girls would.
In fact, she just frowned grimly at him, put on her clothes hastily, and headed toward the door, one glance at him.
"If you let me go, Draco," she had said strongly, her voice not even cracking, "If you let me go this instant, I swear you'll never see me again."
He hadn't answered. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night, reaching for her and figuring out she wasn't there, regretting it. Regretting the moment he hadn't answered. And she walked away.
And kept her promise.
~*~
"Cee Cee!" Luna exclaimed, jumping up and down, losing all her dream-like composure as she ran to a figure that looked about fourteen or fifteen with dark hair, and some red streaks.
"Oh, you must be Gin," the girl said, offering a hand. Ginny smiled, taking it, eyeing her clothes. She was wearing a pair of jeans that fit her like second skin, a red sweater that matched the streaks in her hair. She was a light brunette, but a obvious dyed one. Ginny wondered what her original hair color was as she observed her oval-shaped green eyes.
"Luna...I thought you said Cee Cee was our babysitter," Ginny said, frowning. Cee Cee looked oddly familiar, but Ginny shook it off.
"She is," Luna replied, looking at Ginny strangely.
"But...she's only a year older than us," she protested, looking over where Cee Cee had gone to meet Ginny's mother.
"So? Cee's like a eighteen year old. She even looks it. You have to admit she's pretty tall. Besides, your mother doesn't know she's fourteen," Luna pointed out.
"I guess," Ginny muttered, and they walked over to Ginny's mother, who was standing next to Ron, Fred, and George.
"I'll never have friends over," Cee Cee was saying. "I can promise you perfect supervision. I've been the Lovegood's babysitter for years now. It's only for a week after all, and a scratch on Gin, you can report me."
Mrs. Weasley wrinkled her nose in reluctance. "Well...I don't know about this...are you Luna?"
Luna nodded, smiling gloweringly at her.
"How come Gin gets to leave?" Ron groaned.
Ginny glared at him, and he backed off.
"I suppose, but you'll have to owl us your address when you get there. And..."
With her mother droning on about instructions, thankfully, she kissed Ginny two times on the cheek and hugging her before she cautiously looked over at her shoulder before she left.
"Wow, your mom's a talker," Cee Cee said.
They all laughed, and Ginny was soon starting her summer.
~*~
Okay, that sucked! ^_^...screw that last sentence...I had a bit of writer's block on this ff since there's so little reviews and stuff, and there's a lot of plot holes and stuff. Listen, let's stop the "ooo who could Cee Cee" be crap, because I already know you guys figured who she is. Sorry about the Compassionate!Draco thing. I am sorry if "Cee" seems a bit Mary- Sueish! I never meant to do that! Urgh I hate Mary-Sues!
Please, please, review!!!
Love, -S.A. Court
