Dealing with Love
Chapter 2 . The Argument
The red head, known as Ron, was wearing sparkling comfortable white robes with glowing pure-white wings on his back. There was a bright circle of light, also known as a halo, hovering above his head, but he looked anything but angelic at the moment.
"Ron, what in the heavens are you doing? You gave me quite a fright," Ginny glared at her brother. Her light brown eyes, which were sparkling before, were dull and seemed lifeless. Ginn was frowning slightly, and she didn't seem happy with the interruption.
"Do you REALIZE who you're dancing with?" Ron shouted, his temper rising quickly, and his face turning redder by the second. Everyone seemed to be watching now, a circle gathering around them.
Draco's face hardened as he understood why this Weasley was mad. There was usually only a few reasons why Ronald Weasley, one of the three 'losers' in the Dream Team, would be angered by a female's actions. It was practically a legend. No man was to dance with Virginia Weasley, his sister, unless they had full confidence that Virginia would be able to calm Ron down, assisted by Hermione Granger, of course.
The fact of who the person he had danced with had begun to sink in. He gained his senses back and tried to back away slowly, but he bumped into Ginny, who didn't seem to notice.
"Er... Actually, I have no clue." Ginny admitted moments later, slightly embarrassed, glancing at the blonde curiously.
How was she to know that it was Draco Malfoy? He was wearing a mask, so did she really have to know? Ron usually threw a anger tantrum whenever she danced with anyone, so it wasn't much of a surprise, although his anger never frightened her at all. She had a temper of her own, and Ron knew this.
A crowd had gathered around them, watching them as if it was a duel of some sort. They were muttering to their neighbours, and someone seemed to be taking bets on when Ron would start punching the masked blonde.
Ron started clutching and un clutching his hand, as if trying to stop himself from killing the blonde. "You see, my dear, sweet, naive sister.. You are dancing with the most evil ass of all in this school. His father was the one who set you through all of THOSE events," Ron said, the words strained as if trying to sound as sweet as possible. It was obvious that he was referring to the Chamber of Secret incident, or to those who knew about it.
Ginny blinked before the answer dawned to her. She turned towards Draco, her eyes showing fury and her temper starting to rise. This sign wasn't good, for the Weasley's were known for their tempers, and having two Weasleys mad would end up with someone in the Hospital Wing. The crowd took a step backwards, scared that they would be the one sent to the Hospital Wing.
Another person, who was also dressed in a angel costume, pushed through the crowd with Harry. Her brown hair was straight for this evening, and the smile that once was on her face had disappeared moments ago. "Ron!" the girl cried, obviously ashamed at the behavior of her boyfriend. "I will not tolerate this behavior! Ginny is old enough to make her decisions! If she wants to dance with a ass --"
She was cut off by Draco, gaining his senses once more. "Asshole? Me? Excuse me, Granger, but I beg to differ. It's your boyfriend there who's the ass. On top of that, he's poor as dirt, and in love with a mudblood," he smirked. His cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, were by his side now, a menacing glare on their faces.
Ginny slapped him with all the strength she could muster. "You bastard! Don't call Hermione that! She's ten times the person you'll ever be, and much smarter! I suppose all of the times Harry's beat you has addled your head!"
"That's a bit rich coming from you, isn't it? If she were smarter than me, and I assure you she isn't, than your brain must be the size of a peanut, and that dolt of a brother you have, must have nothing inside his skull." Draco laughed, his cronies guffawed and the other Slytherins smirked in satisfaction. It seemed that Draco had decided to ignore the Harry comment.
"You didn't seem so smug in your 5th year when I cast that Bat Bogey Hex on you, now did you?" She countered, her face twisted in fury. Ron smiled at the memory just knowing that his rival had to suffer such a powerful hex from someone younger than them, nevertheless a Weasley.
Draco growled, not pleased with the memory. "You play dirty, you Weasel. You attacked me when I had my back turned on you, you filthy rat."
"When do you ever play by the rules? YOU were the one who attacked Harry while his back was turned in your fourth year! Need I remind you that you turned into a ferret that time," Ginny smiled smugly.
"How many people did you have to have sex with, before you received enough money to learn those comebacks, Weasel?" He glowered, his voice rising. He wasn't pleased that he had to hear about those embarassing moments in public.
"I'm sorry, but were you referring to yourself? Maybe your'e referring to your father. I mean, someone with such enormous wealth had to have had have been a whore sometime in their life. Oh, and I was born witty, thank-you very much, but I'm glad you're complimenting me at the very least," Ginny laughed, but it didn't reach the look in her eyes, "Your insults about wealth have become tiresome, Malfoy. I suggest you buy a few more, but has daddy been lacking business lately?" Ginny's laughter had subsided, and a fake smile had taken over.
"WHY YOU LITTLE -- " Draco started, but he was never able to finish.
"As amusing as this is," A regal voice boomed, "I must put a stop to this conversation."
A gap in the crowd appeared as Dumbledore made his way towards the center where the two students were. He seemed to have come as a Muggle, but the costume was transforming into wizard robes. They billowed out from beneath him as he made his way through the crowd.
Many students had thought that this wise Headmaster would be disappointed, but strangely, the eccentric man was smiling, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Minerva and Serverus will escort you to my office. I will be with you shortly," Albus said softly, a wise smile seen upon his face.
Draco saw the Headmaster give a small wink towards them, but was almost sure that he had imagined it.
McGonagall and Snape led them towards a stone statue of a gargoyle. Snape smoothly gave the password ("Quidditch Beans") before the gargoyle flew to the side while the wall revealed a staircase leading them up.
Once the two students came across the circular office, they seated themselves in front of the desk, and the teachers left them alone.
~*~
Author's Corner: I do realize that this chapter sucked Quidditch balls. Yes, Quidditch balls. I read that on someone's livejournal. The owner was a pretty big fan, I suppose.
Anyways. I know the descriptions aren't that great, and all, but I just hope I can find someone who can beta for me (-winkwinknudgenudge-) who won't intimidate me, like my friend Nita. -waves to her-
Well, the chapter was short, and although I would've loved to extend it, I didn't want to extend it any longer. The next chapter will be the punishment, and Dumbledore's Lecture.
Oh, and I edited the first chapter's dress description to fit something I saw today. I like it a lot, so just re-read over that part. You should read the 3rd and 4th paragraph of that story too. I changed the Author's Note at the bottom of that chapter too.
Review, and be loved.
Chapter 2 . The Argument
The red head, known as Ron, was wearing sparkling comfortable white robes with glowing pure-white wings on his back. There was a bright circle of light, also known as a halo, hovering above his head, but he looked anything but angelic at the moment.
"Ron, what in the heavens are you doing? You gave me quite a fright," Ginny glared at her brother. Her light brown eyes, which were sparkling before, were dull and seemed lifeless. Ginn was frowning slightly, and she didn't seem happy with the interruption.
"Do you REALIZE who you're dancing with?" Ron shouted, his temper rising quickly, and his face turning redder by the second. Everyone seemed to be watching now, a circle gathering around them.
Draco's face hardened as he understood why this Weasley was mad. There was usually only a few reasons why Ronald Weasley, one of the three 'losers' in the Dream Team, would be angered by a female's actions. It was practically a legend. No man was to dance with Virginia Weasley, his sister, unless they had full confidence that Virginia would be able to calm Ron down, assisted by Hermione Granger, of course.
The fact of who the person he had danced with had begun to sink in. He gained his senses back and tried to back away slowly, but he bumped into Ginny, who didn't seem to notice.
"Er... Actually, I have no clue." Ginny admitted moments later, slightly embarrassed, glancing at the blonde curiously.
How was she to know that it was Draco Malfoy? He was wearing a mask, so did she really have to know? Ron usually threw a anger tantrum whenever she danced with anyone, so it wasn't much of a surprise, although his anger never frightened her at all. She had a temper of her own, and Ron knew this.
A crowd had gathered around them, watching them as if it was a duel of some sort. They were muttering to their neighbours, and someone seemed to be taking bets on when Ron would start punching the masked blonde.
Ron started clutching and un clutching his hand, as if trying to stop himself from killing the blonde. "You see, my dear, sweet, naive sister.. You are dancing with the most evil ass of all in this school. His father was the one who set you through all of THOSE events," Ron said, the words strained as if trying to sound as sweet as possible. It was obvious that he was referring to the Chamber of Secret incident, or to those who knew about it.
Ginny blinked before the answer dawned to her. She turned towards Draco, her eyes showing fury and her temper starting to rise. This sign wasn't good, for the Weasley's were known for their tempers, and having two Weasleys mad would end up with someone in the Hospital Wing. The crowd took a step backwards, scared that they would be the one sent to the Hospital Wing.
Another person, who was also dressed in a angel costume, pushed through the crowd with Harry. Her brown hair was straight for this evening, and the smile that once was on her face had disappeared moments ago. "Ron!" the girl cried, obviously ashamed at the behavior of her boyfriend. "I will not tolerate this behavior! Ginny is old enough to make her decisions! If she wants to dance with a ass --"
She was cut off by Draco, gaining his senses once more. "Asshole? Me? Excuse me, Granger, but I beg to differ. It's your boyfriend there who's the ass. On top of that, he's poor as dirt, and in love with a mudblood," he smirked. His cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, were by his side now, a menacing glare on their faces.
Ginny slapped him with all the strength she could muster. "You bastard! Don't call Hermione that! She's ten times the person you'll ever be, and much smarter! I suppose all of the times Harry's beat you has addled your head!"
"That's a bit rich coming from you, isn't it? If she were smarter than me, and I assure you she isn't, than your brain must be the size of a peanut, and that dolt of a brother you have, must have nothing inside his skull." Draco laughed, his cronies guffawed and the other Slytherins smirked in satisfaction. It seemed that Draco had decided to ignore the Harry comment.
"You didn't seem so smug in your 5th year when I cast that Bat Bogey Hex on you, now did you?" She countered, her face twisted in fury. Ron smiled at the memory just knowing that his rival had to suffer such a powerful hex from someone younger than them, nevertheless a Weasley.
Draco growled, not pleased with the memory. "You play dirty, you Weasel. You attacked me when I had my back turned on you, you filthy rat."
"When do you ever play by the rules? YOU were the one who attacked Harry while his back was turned in your fourth year! Need I remind you that you turned into a ferret that time," Ginny smiled smugly.
"How many people did you have to have sex with, before you received enough money to learn those comebacks, Weasel?" He glowered, his voice rising. He wasn't pleased that he had to hear about those embarassing moments in public.
"I'm sorry, but were you referring to yourself? Maybe your'e referring to your father. I mean, someone with such enormous wealth had to have had have been a whore sometime in their life. Oh, and I was born witty, thank-you very much, but I'm glad you're complimenting me at the very least," Ginny laughed, but it didn't reach the look in her eyes, "Your insults about wealth have become tiresome, Malfoy. I suggest you buy a few more, but has daddy been lacking business lately?" Ginny's laughter had subsided, and a fake smile had taken over.
"WHY YOU LITTLE -- " Draco started, but he was never able to finish.
"As amusing as this is," A regal voice boomed, "I must put a stop to this conversation."
A gap in the crowd appeared as Dumbledore made his way towards the center where the two students were. He seemed to have come as a Muggle, but the costume was transforming into wizard robes. They billowed out from beneath him as he made his way through the crowd.
Many students had thought that this wise Headmaster would be disappointed, but strangely, the eccentric man was smiling, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Minerva and Serverus will escort you to my office. I will be with you shortly," Albus said softly, a wise smile seen upon his face.
Draco saw the Headmaster give a small wink towards them, but was almost sure that he had imagined it.
McGonagall and Snape led them towards a stone statue of a gargoyle. Snape smoothly gave the password ("Quidditch Beans") before the gargoyle flew to the side while the wall revealed a staircase leading them up.
Once the two students came across the circular office, they seated themselves in front of the desk, and the teachers left them alone.
~*~
Author's Corner: I do realize that this chapter sucked Quidditch balls. Yes, Quidditch balls. I read that on someone's livejournal. The owner was a pretty big fan, I suppose.
Anyways. I know the descriptions aren't that great, and all, but I just hope I can find someone who can beta for me (-winkwinknudgenudge-) who won't intimidate me, like my friend Nita. -waves to her-
Well, the chapter was short, and although I would've loved to extend it, I didn't want to extend it any longer. The next chapter will be the punishment, and Dumbledore's Lecture.
Oh, and I edited the first chapter's dress description to fit something I saw today. I like it a lot, so just re-read over that part. You should read the 3rd and 4th paragraph of that story too. I changed the Author's Note at the bottom of that chapter too.
Review, and be loved.