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Trapped: 24 Hours With The Serpent
By: Crystal Megan
Rating: R
Genres: Romance/Action/Adventure/Comedy
SUMMARY: Ginny was supposed to corner the Slytherin pranksters in Hogsmeade and show what a real prefect is made of, but it seems our infamous Slytherins (*smirks*) have other plans involving 24 hours, the Shrieking Shack, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, a bet, and other stuff (*winks*).
Chapter 1: The Terror Begins
Ginny Weasley hated the newly arrived batch of Slytherin first years. Hated didn't even begin to explain what she felt for them (despised more like it), or as she called them: "unbearable slimy gits." If someone would ask her why she hated them so much she'd say, "they manipulate their way through everyone and anything, and the other prefects have no say since the Slytherin prefects do the same as their fellow Slytherins."
Walking towards Hogsmeade, wearing threadbare hand me down robes that had been owned by her six brothers before her, it was so cold that Ginny could see her own breath. Ginny mentally kicked herself for not knowing a warming charm. She knew, as she kept walking, that she would soon find the Slytherin first years scattered around different shops in Hogsmeade, playing pranks on the large village. Ginny had been tipped off that they were going to have "some fun" in Hogsmeade for Halloween, and the now famous, Weasley Prank Essentials Kit, was in the Slytherin first years' hands. Not knowing a warming charm didn't solve matters either.
Ginny crossed her arms in a fruitless attempt of keeping herself warm, and narrowed her eyes angrily at the thought of the other prefects. They had all refused to coming down here. Ravenclaws' were too busy studying, "Like they need to study!" snorted Ginny, for their tests in Transfiguration and Potions, "They're two weeks away," Ginny snorted angrily, again. The Hufflepuff prefects were too scared to get the Slytherins back. After all, the Slytherins had managed to play annoying pranks on them at least once a day, and the girl showers room incident certainly didn't help things. So, Ginny was with Hermione, who had teamed up with her to give the Slytherin first years what they deserved.
Ginny knew that it was against school rules to be out at night in school…but they never said anything about Hogsmeade. Stupid excuse, if you ask me, Ginny mentally scolded herself. But little old me can think oh so much.
Ok, Ginny thought again. I'll give myself more credit than that. We did manage to escape from Filtch when he started coming down the corridor where we were at, and we lost him. I am a prefect, ever since my fifth year, now my sixth. It was amazing to Mum too, almost as amazing when Ron got the letter saying he was a prefect. Ok, I'm getting off tracked, Ginny thought. How did the Slytherins manage to get here if we didn't see them coming on the other pathway? They didn't take a train, I know that-,
"OF COURSE!" Ginny screeched excitedly, and gave a jump of joy. "They took a secret passageway from underneath the school where there's tunnels that lead to Hogsmeade! I remember those tunnels! Fred and George smuggled me through them one time to show me Hogsmeade when I was a first year!"
"What are you going on about Ginny?" Hermione whispered grabbing Ginny who looked like she was going to jump again.
"The Slytherins, Hermione!" Ginny grinned grabbing Hermione's wrists. "They took these tunnels underneath the school that lead to the underneath of Hogsmeade!"
"How can you be so sure…"
"Because I took them, Hermione!" Ginny whispered back excitedly. "Fred and George took me through them since first years aren't allowed to take them! It's by the dungeons. That's how the Slytherins under their third year have been able to go to the Three Broomsticks or another shop."
Hermione nodded. "That would figure…But Ginny, since we're on the subject of Slytherins-,"
"Let me guess. Why do you want to catch the Slytherins so badly?"
Hermione nodded.
"Look at how horrible they are to everyone else! Remember all the hateful things they've done to you, Harry, and Ron? What about the other students? Remember the bathroom incident with Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones? Two of the seventh year Slytherin boys almost raped them!" Ginny said angrily, and crossed her arms.
Hermione snorted. "No matter how distressing it was, and still is," Hermione added raising an eyebrow, "Those girls saw the two Slytherins real face's once the Polyjuice Potion faded. Yet, they kept sucking each other's faces, and almost got into each other's um…" Hermione blushed a deep red like the Weasley's hair color, bit her lip, and then began again, though uneasily. "Skirt and pants, until Megan Jones saw them."
Ginny scoffed, and rolled her eyes. "Almost got into each other's pants? Please the guy was just about to do it!"
Hermione blushed a deeper shade. "It didn't go in...can we talk about something else? Please, Gin?"
"The Slytherins seduced them…" Ginny said, scowling.
"Now I hate the Slytherins as much as you do," Hermione said, agreeing with Ginny on that part. "But they're Slytherins! Slytherins will be Slytherins! You just have to be cautious around them…don't give them any personal information, don't go into morals," Hermione pointed a finger at Ginny. "Defiantly, do not go into morals, and then they…make good buddies!"
Ginny muttered something under her breath that was inaudible, but Hermione could tell that it was along the lines of some curses and the Slytherins.
Then on Ginny's poor luck it started raining.
"WHAT!" Ginny cursed loudly, causing Hermione to look sharply at her with a frown, and glare.
"Sorry…" Ginny heard herself mutter to Hermione.
HOW? Just how can it rain tonight when it's not supposed to rain until three days from now? Ugh, that's what I get for listening to Lavende's weather forecasts, Ginny thought miserably. My one chance to prove myself, and along the way it rains...Honestly, Merlin, I try to not be jammed into the Weasley box, but stand out!
"But then once I have a perfect...Plan...Idea, it has to rain big fat icy drops when it's ALL READY FUCKING COLD!!!!!" Ginny said loudly enough so that no one would hear her from deep in the village but loud enough to scare some bats that were hanging in some trees.
Bats hang in trees? I thought they lived in caves, Ginny thought, moving her head to look at the trees.
Hermione was clearing her throat loudly, casting a murderous look at Ginny, her hands balled in fists that rested on her hips, and a thin white line for a mouth.
Ginny laughed nervously, stuffing her freezing hands in her pockets, and looked at her worn shoes briefly. "Sorry, Hermione. It's a hard habit to break."
Hermione looked at Ginny with a raised eyebrow, but then smiled softly at her. "I have to get that annoying brother of yours to quit cursing in front of you. Merlin knows, you're all ready starting to sound like a sailor!"
Ginny smiled to herself. Yes, Hermione could probably shape Ron into a better person, at least, without saying the f word or cursing every minute. As Hermione dated Ron, now for 2 years, she had all ready gotten him to study more, not curse Malfoy whenever he popped his ferret bum into their conversation, stay away from Fred and George's trick toys, (Hermione had snorted when Ron told them of the new trick toys, and scoffed at them, saying, that they were ridiculous. Ron had smirked at Hermione, and had whispered to her, "You liked the other toys Fred and George sent us." Hermione had blushed, and grumbled something inaudible, and rushed to the library.), using snog sessions.
Ginny laughed softly to herself, and noticed it had stopped raining. Now, a star studded black velvety sky with swirling black clouds had parted, revealing the moon. The cool October moonlight hit Ginny's face directly, cooling her flushed face, and warm body.
Ginny smiled to herself, and sighed. I guess my plan will work out, Ginny thought, and went back to paying attention to everything around her.
Hermione had checked her watch, "The ever punctual Hermione," Ginny thought amusingly, and had shrieked to Ginny when it showed it was 11 a'clock.
"We—need—to—hurry," was all Ginny could hear from Hermione, and soon the girls were walking so quickly, and close together that they kept bumping into each other. So, when they met the beginning of the town, Ginny had tripped amazingly with her hair flying and her arms flailing, and fell with a loud THUD on the grass, flat on her face. A groan escaped Ginny's pained mouth, as she scrambled up from the ground with a stinging pain in her nose and cheekbones. She used her well-practiced silence treatment on Hermione's concerns and worries.
How did Harry, and Ron, ever manage to survive her though their fifth years? I all ready want to yell at her to be quiet, and this only because I fell, Ginny thought to herself.
"I'm all right, Hermione!" Ginny said to her and walked quickly again, with long strides; her head lowered as she wiped her dirty face with the sleeve of her right wrist. Hermione sighed and sprinted after her. They went towards one of the buildings by the entrance of Hogsmeade; it was near a large welcome sign.
Ginny saw the building was a cottage. The windows had new glass and flowered curtains. The building was so small that there was moonlight everywhere around it
Hermione wasn't sure if it was a good idea to be here, now that she looked around herself. The night was freezing, and Hermione felt like a human icicle. The wind was harsh and rustled the branches of the trees, making eerie scratchy noises that reminded Hermione of a haunted house in a Muggle horror movie. It seemed to be as if no one lived there, and the only people there were the two girls.
That's ridiculous, Hermione thought, people live here, and the Slytherins are here...somewhere. But as Hermione looked around at the cottages, houses, and buildings that lined the street, the idea seemed idiotic.
The bushy haired girl looked over at Ginny, thinking that she might be able to convince her to turn back, but stopped when she saw Ginny's determined face, and set jaw.
Hermione sighed, and rubbed her right eye with her hand, feeling frustrated, and defeated by the younger girl that stood by her side.
Damn you, Ginny, Hermione thought, they're only Slytherins. How can you not know that this is what they do best?
Hermione decided in the end to stay with Ginny, as she knew well enough that she wouldn't leave until she punished the Slytherin first years.
That is only if with the rate we're going, Hermione thought miserably, feeling a shiver slide down her spine.
Hermione joined Ginny on the building's side that was close to the trees, and watched Ginny peer around the corner. Ginny saw nothing. Ginny turned around to face Hermione's similar doe eyes, and shook her head. Hermione moved gracefully around Ginny being as close as she could to stay in the shadows, and looked over the wall; looking cautiously for moving shadows, or anything that stirred.
The bushy haired girl saw nothing either; she looked back at Ginny's face and nodded in the direction of the front building where the sidewalk began. The two moved stealthily, and flew like lightening into a small alleyway where moonlight poured in, revealing their presence.
"Damn it." Ginny hissed.
"We need to move." Hermione whispered, and moved up against the wall with Ginny mimicking her movement. They looked out again to see nothing except more stores across the street, but then noticed that there were lamps lit around the streets sparingly back farther.
"Remember, Hermione," Ginny said. "The opening to Hogsmeade from the tunnels will be where one of those Muggle sewer tops."
"You don't need that bit of information to tell they're over there since there's lamps that are lit." Hermione said furtively, and pointed at the lamps down the street with her forearm, close to her upper arm.
Ginny nodded and followed Hermione on the sidewalk, sprinting. Hermione took charge of being the look out at the front and would peer over the next alleyway, before popping her head out and giving Ginny a signal to move. She did this while Ginny looked out at the rear, looking across the street and behind them for anything.
Ginny looked at the reflection of the display window of a bookstore and saw no activities on the other side of the road opposite of the store. They maneuvered into another alleyway that had puddles of water and moldy walls.
Ginny frowned and bit her tongue to stop herself from screaming when she saw where her hand lay, touching a large mass of green goo that stuck to the wall. Ginny took her hand away almost immediately, and fought the urge to scream; or let out a noise.
Instead, she shoved Hermione slightly out on the sidewalk, and sprinted again, taking their pattern until they reached the end of the sidewalk, and saw where the lit lamps were. They leaned on the store's wall and looked out at the lamps that were lit.
"What do you think they're doing?" Ginny whispered to Hermione.
Ginny was full of excitement and anxiety. She was going to prove to the Slytherins what she was made of, and show to them that you don't mess with a Gryffindor.
Or a Weasley, Ginny added thoughtfully at the end.
Ginny felt a nagging feeling inside of her that kept tugging at her flight of joy. Her stomach was knotting, tightening, twisting, and was being pulled in every direction. I can't fail, Ginny thought stubbornly.
Hermione wrinkled her forehead. "I don't hear noises or anything…there's not a shadow over there in the pools of light."
Ginny furrowed her eyebrows. "Let's go."
They moved out quickly, looking briefly around them, and sprinted to the stores with the lamps lit that gave lighting to the street.
"Hermione, you take the other side all right?" Ginny asked, pointing at the opposite side.
"Ginny, no," Hermione stated, grabbing Ginny's wrist and tugged on the sleeve of her robe as she tried to pull away, "We're not splitting up."
Ginny sighed stubbornly. "The sooner we split, the sooner we can find the slimy gits, and nail them."
Hermione shook her head feeling frustrated, and with one last look of "Come on, let's turn back," at the other girl, she crouched close to the ground, and sprinted over to the other side, watching Ginny move forward up the street.
Hermione was crouching in front of an old looking building, and was covered by the shadows of the tall bushes of dying wild flowers by the door.
"If the Slytherins capture me," Hermione bit her lip, rubbed her forehead with a shaky hand, and sighed, "Please let it not be my virginity or any sexual amusement at my expense."
Hermione felt her body shaking from the cold freezing air of the October Friday night, and the anticipation that was thick in the air around the large Wizarding village. Her heart was beating at a fast rate, going THUMP THUMP THUMP like she had ran a mile.
"I should feel horrible," Hermione said feeling a slight pang of guilt in her stomach that lasted only a small second. "I should be in my Head Girl room, in my warm four poster bed that's in the castle, not in front of an old building in Hogsmeade at night."
But though Hermione knew she should feel guilty for wandering in the town late at night, she couldn't help but smile in spite of everything. "It isn't like all those adventures with Harry, and Ron, didn't break any rules either."
Hermione felt better as she concluded all her thoughts, and moved out along the cobblestone path. She was covered by the shadows of the tall twisting old trees that divided the road and the sidewalk, leaving the road that was for Muggle cars, for any wizards that drove them.
She passed the Three Broomsticks, and the Hogs Head as she neared the middle of the town where all the streets became more popular for the students of Hogwarts, and where they were newer.
Ginny was crouching as she sprinted along the path when she saw lights by the old boarded up house, the Shrieking Shack.
Of course! The Shrieking Shack! Why didn't I think of that? Anything that's haunted and frightens the Hogwarts ghosts will catch their attention, Ginny thought.
Ginny crouched as she sprinted softly on the cobblestone path surrounded by monster size weeds that were half the size of her. Ginny neared the iron black fence, and saw that it was opened swinging in the cold gusts of wind.
Ginny entered the yard, and walked up the steps to the house, and saw that the windows were boarded up. She went around the house looking for any windows that weren't covered, but found none, so ended up at the front door.
Ginny bit her lip, and furrowed her eyebrows, causing wrinkles to form on her forehead.
Well, she thought, what's the worse that can happen?
With that one thought, Ginny opened the door to the house; the door causing a loud groan as it opened to, and stepped inside the pitch-black house.
She was only a few feet inside the house when the door slammed shut.
Ginny muffled her scream, feeling her chest rise and fall with her heart beating quickly. She lit her wand to guide her way, and continued walking.
You'd think that there would be a light somewhere in this house, Ginny thought. Or maybe the Slytherins did it on purpose...
Ginny entered the vast living room cautiously; slowly creeping on the wooden floor, and shining her wand on everything. The room was decorated with cobwebs, dust, and dirt, like the rest of the house. The air felt heavy and thick so Ginny felt disorientated.
She moved to the stairways, and went up every step slowly to not cause any noise. Ginny passed every step until she reached the last one and was on the second floor. She walked gracefully down one end of the hallway until she felt something strong and large grab her, and was lifted high in the air in the thing's embrace.
Ginny screamed like a banshee; her yells, shrieks, and screams vibrated off the walls, echoing throughout the house, escaping through the wood so it left a small preview of the screams inside.
Every movement she did she made it fly with strength, but there was no success in hitting the target, and the result was the same every time. Ginny continued to scream, kick, punch, and bite at whatever was near her face.
"Good job Goyle," a voice drawled from in front of them.
Ginny was startled, and turned her head swiftly to see light coming from the owner's wand. She was able to see the owner of the wand in front of her. "Malfoy?"
But the person in front of her didn't look like Malfoy; he had black hair, bright blue eyes, and was shorter than Malfoy. He was a Hogwarts student, Ginny noticed, from his black robes, and the Slytherin crest on his left breast. He stood in front of her with a smirk that rivaled Draco's.
"No," the older Slytherin student replied. "But I think he'll be coming soon."
Again, Ginny looked suspiciously at the young man in front of her. Ginny had a feeling that there was a conspiracy going on...
"What's going on?" Ginny demanded.
Oh how can I be such an idiot! I just stepped inside the house, and not a second later I'm captured, Ginny thought miserably. All those lessons from Fred and George, just to be wasted.
Ginny felt irritated as she remembered she had had to pay Fred and George with all of her candy, that she would get for Halloween from home. Those lessons were worth dung, Ginny thought bitterly.
"Having some Slytherin fun, what else?" The other teenager said, stretching his arms behind his back. The Slytherin looked bored. He was finding different things he could do like looking at his nails and cuticles, stretching, yawning, and more.
Poor him, Ginny thought. He has Goyle as his only fellow Slytherin for company.
"Fun in your terms are different from a Gryffindor like me," Ginny responded, pushing Goyle's chest away from herself with no success, then crossed her arms against her chest.
"Tell Smokey the Bear to let go of me, too," Ginny said, then turned her head to glare at Goyle.
"You're the Weasley girl aren't you?" The dark haired teenager asked, though it sounded more like a statement than a question, and ignored her last response, then crossed his arms with a large smirk that was very similar to Draco's.
Are they related? Ginny remembered all pure bloods in Slytherin, and even Ravenclaw, all except her own family in Gryffindor, were related to each other closely through someone.
"I'll answer that once you have the *Sasquatch let go of me," Ginny said, and turned her face around to glare at him.
The teenager raised an eyebrow, and chuckled softly to himself. He walked up to Ginny, and Goyle. "Let go of her, Goyle. Get the rest of the Slytherins while you're at it."
Goyle instantly dropped Ginny on the floor with a loud crash, causing Ginny to be in pain.
"Yeah, drop me why don't you?" Ginny spat, getting up on her feet, and looked murderously at the young man.
The teenager in front of her chuckled again, crossed his arms, and sniggered. "You requested that you be released."
Goyle stood dumbly by the last step of the staircase where they had been earlier, looking like a tree or a troll that was tall, and imposing, but lacked the intelligence to move or do anything pretty much, and looked at Blaise with wide eyes.
"Goyle, go get the rest of the Slytherins." The teenager repeated again, looking at Goyle with narrowed eyes.
Goyle looked at the other Slytherin, still looking stupid with no clue on his face of what the other teenage boy was saying.
Ginny felt sorry for Goyle suddenly. WHAT? He's in Slytherin! How can you pity the bloke? Ginny still couldn't help but feel sorry. He's disabled or something, wasn't it retarded that they call it? Ginny thought. He's stupid because he's probably sick.
"Goyle," Blaise said slowly. "I—want—you—to—go—down—those—stairs," Blaise pointed in the direction of them, and then resumed. "And—get—some—of—the—Slytherins—around—there."
Goyle nodded dumbly, looked over at Ginny, then walked down the stairs making a vibrating thump every time that shook the paintings of sleeping wizards on the walls.
"Merlin!" An old witch with a sleeping cap on, and an old sixteenth styled nightgown shrieked. "I have a half-giant in my house!"
The other portraits by the old witch, nodded, and murmured their agreements. They had all turned their faces to look at Ginny, and some were frowning at her while others were sneering or glaring at her.
"In my day!" An old wizard that resembled Crouch began, "We didn't have all these dimwitted half-bloods in the school. It was all pure-blood!"
"Yes I remember those days…"
"Ahhhh…I remember…"
Sighs, and more murmurs echoed throughout the two pitch-black endless hallways.
"Blaise, dear." One young witch in her thirties, with black glossy, in a portrait started, "Have you tried talking to this headmaster, eh, what was it? Dumbledore?"
"All of the old wizarding families in Slytherin tried, Grandmother," Blaise muttered, and rubbed his eyes with his right hand.
The witch started muttering curses about Dumbledore that made Ginny blush, and then become angry. Dumbledore is not dum-as-a-door! He's not a dirty old arse bat, Ginny thought angrily, fighting the urge to rip the portrait off the wall, and grab something to stab at it with. Horrible, rude, sick, twisted portraits!
When Goyle's footsteps had stopped, Ginny asked what had been on her mind since she had seen the teenager.
"Who are you?" Ginny asked, looking annoyed.
"I'm Blaise Zabini, at your service." Blaise gave a mocking bow, then straightened up to his tall stature, and smirked at Ginny. "That was my grandmother, by the way."
"What's your grandmother doing in here?" Ginny hissed in shock. "This house has been empty for years!"
"Wrong." Blaise's smirk grew. "Slytherins from Hogwarts come down here whenever they want to, and is like a second home to us all…all us pure-bloods anyway."
"What do you want with me?" Ginny spat.
"Nothing, but I'm sure a fellow Slytherin will have some intentions for you."
Ginny only glared, and pursed her lips in a frown. "What will they do to me?"
Blaise chuckled, and shrugged. "Whatever the other Slytherins and I agree on."
"Which might be…"
Blaise shrugged, and smirked. "I can't tell you that much whether they'll," Blaise grinned evilly at her. "Ah, how should I say it? I'll just say use your "assets," unless you take off your black robe."
"Are you insane!" Ginny replied angrily.
"There's nothing underneath that robe of yours that you have to worry about me seeing."
Ginny reluctantly took off her black cloak, even if her uniform was all right. She might've preferred a Ravenclaw emblem on her left breast than a Gryffindor though…
Ginny walked a few feet away, and lied the cloak on the ground. She looked up then as she rose, and looked at Blaise for his comments.
Blaise looked at her from her ankles where, Ginny blushed, her gray, used to be white socks when they belonged to Ron, to her legs, where Ginny blushed even deeper, since she never shaved her legs, and underarms, since her mum forbid to. No one looked at her legs, anyways, and her large second hand cloak hid most of her body, including her legs.
Blaise smirked, and leaned against the wall papered wall behind him, holding his lit wand. "Hairy legs?" Blaise sniggered. "Have you heard of hygiene, Weasley?"
Ginny blushed, and felt like an idiot. She had thought it would be all right a second ago, and now she felt horrified. He hadn't even moved up there, where she knew she'd die.
But Ginny still felt curious of a teenage guy's opinion of her. She was always told that she was beautiful by her mum and dad. When her brothers weren't teasing her about her looks, they actually told her she was pretty, too. But family didn't count.
Blaise tilted his head, still leaning against the wall behind him, his lit wand filling the pitch-black hall with luminous light, and studied her legs now, like he was a hungry man that hadn't had food for four days. "They are nice legs, though they really need to be shaved, before you turn into a red head caveman."
Ginny bit her lip, knowing his gaze would travel up her body, and he'd crack a sarcastic comment about her. Ginny hoped it would just be a "soft" let down, but knowing that he was a Slytherin, she was gathering all of her Gryffindor courage for the hurtful comment.
His eyes were now at her thighs, like he could see how big they were. "I can safely say, you're legs are not like chicken drumsticks, Weasley."
Ginny knew her thighs were fine; after running a mile everyday at the crack of dawn on the Quidditch field for trying out for the sport, they had to be fine. But Ginny was worried about her hips. Though they were good for bearing children, they were big.
Blaise looked at her hips, then waist. "You have a short torso. Meaning, your hips are big, and there's just a small curve then you hit the breasts."
"You haven't even looked up at my shoulders or anywhere near it." Ginny said, amazed at how well he knew a girl's body…or the different types of girl's bodies.
Blaise smirked. "As a Slytherin, you should all ready know that I've seen enough female bodies to tell what is good or bad." Blaise stopped, looking at the ceiling like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. "I also hear they're complaints unfortunately, too." He added as an afterthought, and his smirk grew wider.
Ginny laughed in spite of everything, but then stopped, when she remembered who this was. Ginny frowned, and narrowed her eyes. "There comes a price for doing many girls. You deserve whatever you get."
Blaise was still looking up at the ceiling, then lowered his blue eyes to look at hers. "Then I've had a lot of "deserving" from them, and in a good way, too."
"Ugh, Merlin, you're sick." Ginny said, and frowned more. "You have to take something in a bad way every time."
Blaise shrugged. "Your breasts are average sized."
Ginny blushed, widening her eyes with surprise, and stammered, beating herself mentally for stuttering. "I thought m-medium sized c-chests were a-average."
"No, small are actually." Blaise said, and yawned.
"Oh." Ginny didn't know what else to say.
"Now, I doubt they'd rape you, for the fun of it, since you're no "fancy," as they call the girl they usually drag into on the weekends from Beaxubatons-,"
Ginny's mouth dropped open. "You have," Ginny gasped. "You know, cheap women, come into Hogwarts?"
Blaise smirked. "No. Interesting enough, they only have alarms for that inside the Slytherin dungeons. No doubt, they don't trust us, Dumbledore."
"Then where does, "Fancy" go?" Ginny asked, astounded that the Slytherin's actually did that.
I thought they slept with each other! How do the girls get so experienced then? Oh my, Ginny thought, gasping. Do they...AK! Ginny shook her head, shivering a little from the disgusting thought. Thank you, Merlin, for placing me in Gryffindor.
"But Fancy, and the others rent a room in the Hogs Head. It's cleaned, and well kept. Slytherin colors everywhere, and everything is first class furntiture, and etc." Blaise said, with a ghost of the smile on his face.
"How old is, Fancy?" Ginny asked.
"Uhh…I don't know. We're usually," Blaise coughed slyly. Ginny could see a mischievous glint in his bright eyes. "Too busy to find out."
"Never mind." Ginny said, raising her hands.
This was too much for her. True…She wasn't exactly innocent. She had heard enough from her brothers, so that if she were to repeat to her mother what she head heard, he mother would blush a deep, deep red, redder than her hair, and would storm up to the boy's room to beat them with a bludger's bat. But "fancy," could stay out of Ginny's thoughts.
"But." Blaise started, "You're not going to get into that business in the Slytherin house being put up there by blackmail or bribe, etc. because in all honesty, the only real good thing about your body would be your legs. Something the Slytherins, and me, if you really want to know, don't go for. Maybe the Gryffindor boys that like girls in sunflower dresses would be better, since you have the legs for it. 'Course Malfoy can think of something worse for you to do, or to do to you…" Blaise grinned evilly at her.
Ginny pursed her lips. "Never mind. I got the picture. What are you doing here?"
"Ah," Blaise smiled making a cold shiver run down her spine.
When have I ever seen a Slytherin smile, Ginny thought, or be happy?
"In the definitions of English, we're just having some…fun." Blaise grinned, the darkness around them contorting his face to look eerie. "Some of my fellow Slytherins are doing their own business, which I wont get into. Merlin knows what they're up to."
"What about the pranks?" Ginny asked, and frowned.
"We're not doing any pranks this year. They seem too childish now." Blaise said, and crossed his arms.
Ginny noticed something in Blaise's black robe that was sticking out—something that looked like her wand.
My wand? But I have it! I had it in my hand when I got here…Ginny gasped.
"MY WAND!!!" Ginny shrieked. "YOU HAVE MY WAND!"
Blaise burst out in a loud burst of laughs making the portraits in the hall to turn their heads sharply to him, glaring, and narrowing their eyes at him. "You just noticed that? I've had your wand," Blaise grabbed her heirloom wand, that had belonged to her great-great-great grandmother that she was named after, Virginia Evelyn Weasley, and played with it in his long fingers, taunting her. "For about ten minutes."
"Give it to me!" Ginny yelled, and took long strides towards him.
Blaise smirked, and pocketed the wand. His eyes never left Ginny's as he did so. "Sorry, but I better hang onto this."
"Give me my wand!" Ginny threatened again.
"Sorry." Blaise said, and laughed.
"You give me back my wand, you Slytherin arsed bastard!" Ginny yelled at him.
Blaise smirked. "If you want your wand," Blaise said, taunting her, and held the wand in the palm of his right hand. "Come and take it."
Ginny let out a battle cry, and like a bull, rushed to him, and jumped on Blaise, bringing him down on his side. Blaise let out a loud groan of pain, but grabbed Ginny, and rolled on her. Ginny punched him, and tried to grab the wand from his tight fist, but Blaise wouldn't let go. With one hand, he covered his bleeding nose, and with the other, he held Ginny's wand tightly.
His wand, Ginny thought quickly.
Ginny was about to stick her hand in his robe pockets to get it, but he had put all his weight on her, and now covered all of her body with his. "Let—go—of—me!" Ginny hissed.
Blaise laughed cruelly. "They don't lie about the Weasley temper."
"Let go of me!" Ginny growled.
Blaise just smirked, raised his eyebrow, and rolled his eyes to the right side, indicating she did the same. But Ginny didn't need to because she the drawling voice from the top of Blaise. "Blaise…Didn't we have a bet on you…one that forbid you to "touch" or "handle" a girl?"
"Give me my wand!" Ginny hissed quickly, beneath Blaise.
Draco sniggered. Ginny heard some whispering from other people, "Slytherins, no doubt," Ginny thought, and Draco's voice conversing with them. Ginny heard some mentioning of her name along with a horrible calling of a cheap woman.
Draco, suddenly, showed his face to Ginny, and Blaise. He was squatting by Ginny's neck, so she could see his face clearly, though it seemed far away to her. "Oh it's a Weasley, Millicent. You don't have to pull Blaise off her; let the Weasley girl suffer."
The other Slytherin's laughed at Draco's comment.
Ginny struggled underneath Blaise's dead weight. "LET ME GO!!!" Ginny shouted.
"Blaise, get off the girl, I have a good idea what we should do with her." Draco said lazily. "Take your time though, a few bruises would be quite good for the incompetant brat she is."
Blaise smirked, and for every movement, though it was exaggerated, hurt Ginny, since he would put his weight here or there, as he rolled off her.
"Good idea." Malfoy congratulated Blaise.
Blaise was now up on his feet, looking smug at Ginny. He leaned in Draco's face, talking in hushed voices. Now it was Draco's turn to grin evilly, and then look smug. Draco nodded his head in agreement of some sort.
No doubt of my welfare. OH MERLIN! I'm in the hands of SLYTHERINS! Ginny thought desperately.
"Get up!" Draco said suddenly, popping his head out of the conversation, then resumed to talking to Blaise.
Ginny got up meekly, and couldn't see the other Slytherins in the room, since Draco, and Blaise were standing in her way.
Blaise nodded, and looked up at the Slytherins behind him. Ginny saw him giving them an odd knowing look, with an even stranger glint in his eyes. Ginny looked at Malfoy, and saw he hadn't noticed Blaise's face.
What in the world? What's going on? Malfoy must see-,
Millicent had grabbed her, and was dragging her down the stairs now against Draco's shouts that were soon smothered.
"HEEEEEEEL-,"
But Ginny was silenced, because at that second, she had been suddenly crammed into a barely fitting old woven sack, from the old days. Ginny felt suffocated by the warm air, and the scratchy material of the bag rubbed against her bare arms, face, and legs, leaving them sore after a few minutes of being in there. Ginny felt her heart beating with her painful throbbing head, and felt like she'd croak any minute if she didn't get out of there.
Then she was dumped on the ground, still in the bag, but was released soon after by her captor, Millicent Bullstrode. Ginny's eyes focused to the dimly lit room, and saw that she was sitting on an old Persian rug in the back of a room by a French styled window that reached the ceiling from the floor.
The large girl, Millicent Bullstrode, didn't say anything but turned away, and walked away in loud thuds for footsteps that were similar to Goyle's. The door closed with a dull thud, leaving Ginny all alone in the room. But as Ginny looked up at the four-poster bed with its hangings pulled away, it revealed a glaring silver haired Slytherin…
*Sasquatch is Big Foot. You probably don't know what Big Foot is if you're British or maybe if you live on the east coast of the States…but anyways; he's like this big guerilla or primate. Defiantly not something you want to encounter when you're camping in the Pacific Northwest where I live, or in Asia, like in Tibet, I think it was?
A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot, but as you see, it was getting too long so I'll be adding another chapter as long as this one, and hopefully, it'll be done at the end of it.
I also wanted to say thanks to my awesome betas: Amy, Jasmine, Jennifer, and Natalie (I bugged lots of people, so if I missed you, and you beta-ed for me tell me, and I'll change it!).
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