A/N: Okay, I have a few things to announce. First of all, I am sorry for
the delay in updates, but I have been VERY busy. That has to do with my
second point
This story, and maybe every once in a while, my other stories will only be updated once a week. School starts next week again, and I won't have any spare time, especially with Robotics season starting Monday. I will be spending that time I have trying to make a bot for the new game with my teammates!
BTW the new game's called Stack Attack. I am the only one I know that is even remotely intrigued by this. .. It rhymes; I thought that it was neat!
On with the show:
FreeCell Chapter Three
Draco Malfoy stood in the far corner of the Slytherin Changing Room, wielding a broom. Well, not that kind of broom. A cleaning broom. This was what he and Ginny were to complete on their first day of detention together. He was busy thinking about his next potions exam when he heard a loud, cackling laughter coming from the other side of the stone, and very cold room.
"What's your problem, Weasley?" He said, trudging to where Ginny was sitting. She was on a bench, facing an open locker.
"You should tell your fiancée to keep her locker, well, locked." Then she began to laugh again, the sound piercing and annoying Draco's eardrums, "Look at all of this. It's like she's stalking you!" Draco looked at the assortment of things stored in Pansy's locker and visibly cringed. There were trinkets everywhere. Pansy had pictures of him sleeping, smiling, smirking, and even a picture of him kissing some nameless girl (the picture had been ripped in half, and the identity of the girl was unknown).
"Well," He choked, "I am her fiancée." He trailed off. If it there was anything worse than detention with a Weasley, it was being engaged to Pansy Parkinson.
"Malfoy," Ginny said. It was meant to be the beginning of a question, but was more of a statement, "if you hate Pansy so much, why do you want to marry her?" Ginny's voice was full of sincerity. Draco looked at her with shock.
"What do you mean, I don't want to marry her!? Of course I do." he said, looking away. He was about to walk away, but Ginny stopped him.
"No. You don't. You are not very good at lying, did you know that Malfoy? I pity you. A boy, who supposedly shows no emotion, can't even lie to an ickle Weasley! You don't love Pansy Parkinson, so why are you marrying her?"
"Weasley! It's none of your business who I do and do not marry! If I ha- want to spend the rest of my life with Parkinson, then I will!"
"You don't want to, do you Draco?" Ginny said, looking into his eyes.
"Who else would I marry, Weasley? Are you making an offer?" Draco spat.
"Of course not, Malfoy!"
"Why not?"
"You are an insufferable git, a Malfoy, horribly vain, willing to throw your life away at the drop of your father's wand, and you have no intention of changing into a better person."
"I do not need to be a better person! Once I graduate, I will officially become heir to the Malfoy fortune! I will be able to live in peace-"
"Not with Pansy Parkinson! You'll never get peace with her around!"
"And living with you seems to be such a serene choice!"
"MALFOY! For the last and final time, I am not offering, so don't get any ideas!" Ginny was fuming by now. In all of her fourteen years, nobody had ever gotten her worked up the way Draco Malfoy did. She hated him so much. She turned away and finished cleaning her side of the room. When she was done, Draco kept working on his side. Ginny stared at him the whole time, smirking.
The week was flying by fast. Ginny and Draco fought constantly, except in the presence of Professor Snape. Their detentions were almost done, and they were DEFINETLY not looking forward to this last one. Their last, and final task was to clean out Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
When Professor Flitwick led Ginny into this room, she began to tremble with fear. This is where it all happened. The blinked back a tear when she saw the row of sinks in the center of the room. When the teacher left, she turned to Draco, "You clean over there. I will clean out the bathroom stalls." Not waiting, she went to the opposite corner of the room, and into the farthest stall.
Draco worked his way through all of the sinks, methodically scrubbing away the grime. He turned on the taps and filled the sinks with Muggle cleaning fluid. All was well until the most peculiar thing happened; the knob was turned completely open, and no water was coming out. Draco studied the faucet intensely willing it to pour water into the basin. No such luck. The started scrubbing it until a small serpent appeared beneath the filth. Cocking his head, Draco decided to call for a second opinion.
Meanwhile, Ginny was busy scrubbing out the toilets, pretending that she was in a better place. Her mind was buzzing, and she was moving very quickly. The sooner she got out of that room, the better. She was crouched on her hands and knees, cleaning the floor in the farthest stall when she heard Draco call for her.
"Hey Weasel! Come and take a look at this!" He yelled looking up from the sink. Ginny snapped her head up, her eyes wide and her skin white. Very gracefully, she smacked her head on the wall of the stall she was cleaning.
"What?" She asked, a little short on breath.
"Look at this marking!" He said, beckoning Ginny to come forward. Ginny stood, as if in a trance, and walked as if it were to her death. Her eyes never left the faucet and her skin paled more and more with each step, "What do you think it is?" Draco questioned, looking at the sickly red head.
"I-I don't have any clue!" Ginny choked out, hearing Tom's voice ringing through her head.
"It's not nice to lie, Ginny!" A high-pitched voice called from over the top of the stall Ginny was just cleaning, "Why haven't you come to visit me?" Ginny stammered at this question. She was about to give an excuse, but was interrupted by an impatient Draco Malfoy.
"What do you mean, lie? And who are you?" He said in his utmost arrogant manner.
"It is not nice to lie. Especially to a boy as cute as you." Moaning Myrtle blushed and looked at Draco suggestively, "I am Myrtle. This is my bathroom."
Draco was embarrassed at the ghost's comment. He knew he looked good, but for someone who had been dead for God knows how long to hit on him, he had to be pretty put out. He turned to Ginny expectantly, waiting for an answer, "Well, Weasley. Out with it! I have a lot more cleaning to do, and I only want to know what the damned snake is for."
"The snake, Malfoy, represents Salazar Slytherin, if you must know." Ginny bit cruelly, "But as for the rest, I have no clue whatsoever. Why don't you ask your bastard of a father?" Ginny's voice cracked at the end of this statement, and a tear slid down her face. Draco's hand automatically went up to catch it before it fell too far. Ginny looked up in surprise.
"Don't cry Weasley, I don't think it could possibly be THAT bad!" He drawled.
"Oh yes it could!" Myrtle sang, "And it is!" She smiled before settling in front of Draco.
"Then what is it?" He asked, becoming upset with the whole guessing game. Ginny turned to Myrtle, her eyes pleading with her to stay quiet. Myrtle chuckled.
"Serves you right for throwing that book in my head!" she snickered, "That sink is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets." Draco's jaw hit the floor. Ginny began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Leave us alone you stupid hologram! Why did you have to make her cry?" Draco said to the ghost, malice in his voice. Three things happened at once, Myrtle began crying and left for her toilet, Ginny fell to the floor, sat in the fetal position, and talked to herself, and Draco began to act as a gentleman and started to console her. They sat there, Ginny crying into her knees, Draco awkwardly holding her in an embrace and whispering comforting things into her hair.
"Malfoy," Ginny started, "what are you doing this for?"
"Because, I don't want to hear you wail, Weasley." Ginny looked up into Draco's face and inwardly cringed.
"You know, Malfoy, you look a lot like your father." She said, stood up, and went back to work, still weeping quietly.
The year progressed normally after that. People still looked up to Ginny, and she basked in the fear she instilled on the younger students. She was a fifth year, and she had the fourth years crawling at her mercy. After her detentions with Draco, she avoided him as much as possible. The only problem was that she had to see him every day.
Ginny's reputation, surprisingly, had not faltered at all after the incident in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. This was mostly because she warned Draco to an inch of his life that if he ever spoke a word to anybody, that she would tell about the whole incident in the carriage.
At Christmas time, Ginny was the only Weasley to stay at school. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gone home, and she had no intention of dealing with them. Besides, Snape wanted them to work on the 'mystery potion' for the big inter-school competition. As a Group, Ginny, Draco, and seventh year Cho Chang had decided to create a potion that, if administered early enough, could save the victims of werewolves before they began to metamorhphosize themselves.
Ginny stalked angrily down the halls, as usual, it was her least favorite time of the year. Everybody was just too damned cheerful, and they all wanted to talk about happiness and good will toward men. 'Bah Humbug,' Ginny thought, quoting one of her favorite Muggle authors. She was almost to Snape's room, when she collided with another body. She looked up, and who was it? Draco Malfoy, himself, on his way to find her.
"Watch where you're going, Weasley!" He shouted.
"I'll run into you a thousand times, Malfoy, if I feel like it!" She countered. They both paced back, reaching for their wands. A second year Slytherin passed between them and looked cautiously from side to side. He began cowering toward the wall as Draco and Ginny began their duel.
"Any lasts requests, Weasel? You certainly can't beat me with your wand!" Draco scoffed. The second year boy was now crouching low to the ground and trying his hardest not to cry, but Draco Malfoy and Virginia Weasley were not people that should be trifled with.
Meanwhile, Ginny had been standing on the opposite side of Draco and was waiting to make her sudden move. She sat there glaring in his general direction until he began to laugh. She seized her opportunity and shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!" Draco fell to the floor, stiff as a board. Ginny giggled and walked on to Snape's office.
The second year boy sighed with relief and laughed at Draco, as he lay there motionless, waiting for someone to reverse the charm.
Ack! I am sooo sorry that this took so long, and I know that I just kind of. ended it abruptly, but, hey, I have been very busy.
Again, thank you to all of my reviewers, I will try to reply to each of your reviews, but, alas, that must wait until next week, as I need to do some brainstorming. . THINK!!
It's all coming to me now!! ^-^
Love Angel
P.S. REVIEW!! I love to hear what you guys have to say!
This story, and maybe every once in a while, my other stories will only be updated once a week. School starts next week again, and I won't have any spare time, especially with Robotics season starting Monday. I will be spending that time I have trying to make a bot for the new game with my teammates!
BTW the new game's called Stack Attack. I am the only one I know that is even remotely intrigued by this. .. It rhymes; I thought that it was neat!
On with the show:
FreeCell Chapter Three
Draco Malfoy stood in the far corner of the Slytherin Changing Room, wielding a broom. Well, not that kind of broom. A cleaning broom. This was what he and Ginny were to complete on their first day of detention together. He was busy thinking about his next potions exam when he heard a loud, cackling laughter coming from the other side of the stone, and very cold room.
"What's your problem, Weasley?" He said, trudging to where Ginny was sitting. She was on a bench, facing an open locker.
"You should tell your fiancée to keep her locker, well, locked." Then she began to laugh again, the sound piercing and annoying Draco's eardrums, "Look at all of this. It's like she's stalking you!" Draco looked at the assortment of things stored in Pansy's locker and visibly cringed. There were trinkets everywhere. Pansy had pictures of him sleeping, smiling, smirking, and even a picture of him kissing some nameless girl (the picture had been ripped in half, and the identity of the girl was unknown).
"Well," He choked, "I am her fiancée." He trailed off. If it there was anything worse than detention with a Weasley, it was being engaged to Pansy Parkinson.
"Malfoy," Ginny said. It was meant to be the beginning of a question, but was more of a statement, "if you hate Pansy so much, why do you want to marry her?" Ginny's voice was full of sincerity. Draco looked at her with shock.
"What do you mean, I don't want to marry her!? Of course I do." he said, looking away. He was about to walk away, but Ginny stopped him.
"No. You don't. You are not very good at lying, did you know that Malfoy? I pity you. A boy, who supposedly shows no emotion, can't even lie to an ickle Weasley! You don't love Pansy Parkinson, so why are you marrying her?"
"Weasley! It's none of your business who I do and do not marry! If I ha- want to spend the rest of my life with Parkinson, then I will!"
"You don't want to, do you Draco?" Ginny said, looking into his eyes.
"Who else would I marry, Weasley? Are you making an offer?" Draco spat.
"Of course not, Malfoy!"
"Why not?"
"You are an insufferable git, a Malfoy, horribly vain, willing to throw your life away at the drop of your father's wand, and you have no intention of changing into a better person."
"I do not need to be a better person! Once I graduate, I will officially become heir to the Malfoy fortune! I will be able to live in peace-"
"Not with Pansy Parkinson! You'll never get peace with her around!"
"And living with you seems to be such a serene choice!"
"MALFOY! For the last and final time, I am not offering, so don't get any ideas!" Ginny was fuming by now. In all of her fourteen years, nobody had ever gotten her worked up the way Draco Malfoy did. She hated him so much. She turned away and finished cleaning her side of the room. When she was done, Draco kept working on his side. Ginny stared at him the whole time, smirking.
The week was flying by fast. Ginny and Draco fought constantly, except in the presence of Professor Snape. Their detentions were almost done, and they were DEFINETLY not looking forward to this last one. Their last, and final task was to clean out Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
When Professor Flitwick led Ginny into this room, she began to tremble with fear. This is where it all happened. The blinked back a tear when she saw the row of sinks in the center of the room. When the teacher left, she turned to Draco, "You clean over there. I will clean out the bathroom stalls." Not waiting, she went to the opposite corner of the room, and into the farthest stall.
Draco worked his way through all of the sinks, methodically scrubbing away the grime. He turned on the taps and filled the sinks with Muggle cleaning fluid. All was well until the most peculiar thing happened; the knob was turned completely open, and no water was coming out. Draco studied the faucet intensely willing it to pour water into the basin. No such luck. The started scrubbing it until a small serpent appeared beneath the filth. Cocking his head, Draco decided to call for a second opinion.
Meanwhile, Ginny was busy scrubbing out the toilets, pretending that she was in a better place. Her mind was buzzing, and she was moving very quickly. The sooner she got out of that room, the better. She was crouched on her hands and knees, cleaning the floor in the farthest stall when she heard Draco call for her.
"Hey Weasel! Come and take a look at this!" He yelled looking up from the sink. Ginny snapped her head up, her eyes wide and her skin white. Very gracefully, she smacked her head on the wall of the stall she was cleaning.
"What?" She asked, a little short on breath.
"Look at this marking!" He said, beckoning Ginny to come forward. Ginny stood, as if in a trance, and walked as if it were to her death. Her eyes never left the faucet and her skin paled more and more with each step, "What do you think it is?" Draco questioned, looking at the sickly red head.
"I-I don't have any clue!" Ginny choked out, hearing Tom's voice ringing through her head.
"It's not nice to lie, Ginny!" A high-pitched voice called from over the top of the stall Ginny was just cleaning, "Why haven't you come to visit me?" Ginny stammered at this question. She was about to give an excuse, but was interrupted by an impatient Draco Malfoy.
"What do you mean, lie? And who are you?" He said in his utmost arrogant manner.
"It is not nice to lie. Especially to a boy as cute as you." Moaning Myrtle blushed and looked at Draco suggestively, "I am Myrtle. This is my bathroom."
Draco was embarrassed at the ghost's comment. He knew he looked good, but for someone who had been dead for God knows how long to hit on him, he had to be pretty put out. He turned to Ginny expectantly, waiting for an answer, "Well, Weasley. Out with it! I have a lot more cleaning to do, and I only want to know what the damned snake is for."
"The snake, Malfoy, represents Salazar Slytherin, if you must know." Ginny bit cruelly, "But as for the rest, I have no clue whatsoever. Why don't you ask your bastard of a father?" Ginny's voice cracked at the end of this statement, and a tear slid down her face. Draco's hand automatically went up to catch it before it fell too far. Ginny looked up in surprise.
"Don't cry Weasley, I don't think it could possibly be THAT bad!" He drawled.
"Oh yes it could!" Myrtle sang, "And it is!" She smiled before settling in front of Draco.
"Then what is it?" He asked, becoming upset with the whole guessing game. Ginny turned to Myrtle, her eyes pleading with her to stay quiet. Myrtle chuckled.
"Serves you right for throwing that book in my head!" she snickered, "That sink is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets." Draco's jaw hit the floor. Ginny began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Leave us alone you stupid hologram! Why did you have to make her cry?" Draco said to the ghost, malice in his voice. Three things happened at once, Myrtle began crying and left for her toilet, Ginny fell to the floor, sat in the fetal position, and talked to herself, and Draco began to act as a gentleman and started to console her. They sat there, Ginny crying into her knees, Draco awkwardly holding her in an embrace and whispering comforting things into her hair.
"Malfoy," Ginny started, "what are you doing this for?"
"Because, I don't want to hear you wail, Weasley." Ginny looked up into Draco's face and inwardly cringed.
"You know, Malfoy, you look a lot like your father." She said, stood up, and went back to work, still weeping quietly.
The year progressed normally after that. People still looked up to Ginny, and she basked in the fear she instilled on the younger students. She was a fifth year, and she had the fourth years crawling at her mercy. After her detentions with Draco, she avoided him as much as possible. The only problem was that she had to see him every day.
Ginny's reputation, surprisingly, had not faltered at all after the incident in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. This was mostly because she warned Draco to an inch of his life that if he ever spoke a word to anybody, that she would tell about the whole incident in the carriage.
At Christmas time, Ginny was the only Weasley to stay at school. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gone home, and she had no intention of dealing with them. Besides, Snape wanted them to work on the 'mystery potion' for the big inter-school competition. As a Group, Ginny, Draco, and seventh year Cho Chang had decided to create a potion that, if administered early enough, could save the victims of werewolves before they began to metamorhphosize themselves.
Ginny stalked angrily down the halls, as usual, it was her least favorite time of the year. Everybody was just too damned cheerful, and they all wanted to talk about happiness and good will toward men. 'Bah Humbug,' Ginny thought, quoting one of her favorite Muggle authors. She was almost to Snape's room, when she collided with another body. She looked up, and who was it? Draco Malfoy, himself, on his way to find her.
"Watch where you're going, Weasley!" He shouted.
"I'll run into you a thousand times, Malfoy, if I feel like it!" She countered. They both paced back, reaching for their wands. A second year Slytherin passed between them and looked cautiously from side to side. He began cowering toward the wall as Draco and Ginny began their duel.
"Any lasts requests, Weasel? You certainly can't beat me with your wand!" Draco scoffed. The second year boy was now crouching low to the ground and trying his hardest not to cry, but Draco Malfoy and Virginia Weasley were not people that should be trifled with.
Meanwhile, Ginny had been standing on the opposite side of Draco and was waiting to make her sudden move. She sat there glaring in his general direction until he began to laugh. She seized her opportunity and shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!" Draco fell to the floor, stiff as a board. Ginny giggled and walked on to Snape's office.
The second year boy sighed with relief and laughed at Draco, as he lay there motionless, waiting for someone to reverse the charm.
Ack! I am sooo sorry that this took so long, and I know that I just kind of. ended it abruptly, but, hey, I have been very busy.
Again, thank you to all of my reviewers, I will try to reply to each of your reviews, but, alas, that must wait until next week, as I need to do some brainstorming. . THINK!!
It's all coming to me now!! ^-^
Love Angel
P.S. REVIEW!! I love to hear what you guys have to say!