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Yes! Yes! Yes! I have finally moved my fat and lazy bum and re-written this chapter!
It wasn't my fault, really, that chapter 12 got lost; you see, I started writing the chapter on a school computer, before I had my little internet machine *pets laptop*. On the last day of school, I forgot to retrieve the document, because my meanie teacher wouldn't let me use the computer
.well, it's been an entire summer.and after long consideration, I decided to finish this fic *everyone cheers and claps* I'm sorry it's taken.hmmm (5 months?) to finally get this written.but, I hope it is enjoyed so I can post my next fic with a clear conscience and fresh head.
Anyways, enjoy !!!
~Mac
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"It is an outrage, " Professor McGonagall began, tightly wrapped in a flannel night-gown. "I do expect better behavior from both of you!"
Draco and Ginny, after being caught by Filch, had been escorted to Professor McGonagall's small office. The old woman was clearly not appreciative of being disturbed at such an early hour, and her finger shook in the face of whomever she talked to.
"What is the reason for this abrupt change of mind, Ms. Weasley? You have been missing classes, and when attended, you refrain from participating." The professor continued, her nightcap bobbing up and down with her angry head movement.
"Both of you do understand that this is an inexcusable demonstration of inability to follow the rules." Said a sly voice from behind Ginny.
"Professor McGonagall, what is the verdict for these two students?" Snape continued, grasping one of Draco's shoulders with a claw-like grasp.
The red-faced Gryffindor professor paused for a moment before speaking.
"Mr. Malfoy's fate will be your decision, Severus." McGonagall said, reaching across her desk for a quill.
Draco swallowed hard, making a gulping noise.
"I will decide Ms. Weasley's punishment." She added, scribbling furiously on a scrap of parchment.
"If I may, Minerva, why not let Malfoy and, *the* Weasley serve in detention together, under my close supervision?" the greasy-haired Snape suggested, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ginny and Draco glanced at each other briefly.
"Very well, it sounds like a decent plan to me." McGonagall said, as if reluctant to have gotten the chance to force detention on the students.
"We had better get started." Snape said grabbing hold of Draco's cloak hood in one hand and Ginny's robes collar in the other.
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After being practically dragged through the school corridors, Snape let go of Ginny's robes and reached inside one of his pockets, producing a shiny, silver key which unlocked the pair of doors leading to the dungeon classroom.
"What do we do?" Draco asked, once inside the dungeon., which was damp and cold.
"Sort and resort my potion bottles, up there," Snape began. "and there, and here." He said, pointing to three walls stacked full with glass vials and bottles containing more than odd things.
"I want them in alphabetical order by the first name. No magic, give me your wands." He said as Draco reached into his pocket.
"Ms. Weasley, your wand." Snape said, after snatching Draco's from him.
"I-I didn't bring it down with me, sir." Ginny replied, tightening her dressing gown around her.
"Very well," the black-clad professor said, turning to leave. "break anything, and you won't remember your mother's maiden name."
There was the loud clanging of doors followed by a lock clicking before there was silence.
"Wonderful, just wonderful." Ginny said, leaning against a table.
"At least he locked the door." Draco said, taking several steps closer to Ginny.
The dungeon room was dimly lit; four torches hung on the walls and the shadows flickered across the floor and reflected across the few shiny bottles on the shelves.
"It's dark, there's a big open space on the floor and the door's locked. Sounds like the perfect setting for a-" Draco was interrupted by a muffled voice from outside the room.
"Malfoy, I don't hear those bottles being arranged!" Snape yelled.
"Damnit." Draco muttered, reaching onto one of the shelves where several greenish-yellow potions were stored.
"Why don't you get up there and pass the damn bottles down." Draco said, gesturing towards a step-ladder alongside a shelf.
"Whatever you say." Ginny replied, loosening the tie on her robe.
"Essence of motawp." She read from a random label, once atop the ladder as she passed bottles and corked glasses of various descriptions to Draco, who in turn placed the grim and dusty objects onto a nearby table.
"You actually think I'm going to do what the old bugger wants?" Draco said, firmly slamming a bottle down on the surface of the table.
"Well, what else do you suggest?" Ginny asked with a twinge of her right eyebrow.
"I all ready made reference to the fact that this is the perfect opportunity for a shag." Draco whined poutily, making his way closer to Ginny, who was no standing precariously balanced atop a wooden step stool several feet in the air.
"Ms. Weasley, what are we to do with you." Draco whispered as he placed a hand on the stool.
Draco glanced up, above his head and got several eyefulls of the underside of Ginny; beneath her skirt.
"What, you think the wanker out there," Ginny paused. "you don't think *he* wouldn't hear?"
"On the contrary, did you have any idea what a lovely little body, you have, Ginny-gin?" the blond Slytherin whispered as he laid a gentle hand around the upper-most part of Ginny's calf.
"No, I don't think so, not now in any case." Ginny said, playfully slapping Draco's hand off of her leg.
Ginny carefully padded down and off of the ladder and met eyes with Draco, who was beginning to get anxious, his slate coloured eyes twinkling with sensuality.
Draco reached forward and began to fiddle with the buttons on Ginny's shirt as she stood somewhat numb.
"Damn it." He muttered, picking wildly at on of the shiny white buttons without much luck.
"C'mon, Weasley, put your back into it, why don't you?" Draco whispered in her ear just previous to nipping behind her ear and neck.
Half wild with anticipation and half reluctant, Ginny reached for Draco's front robe pocket and to her surprise, felt a cold, perhaps metal object deep in the bottom.
Still busy on Ginny's neck, Draco hardly noticed as Ginny pulled the object out of his pocket and closer to her face so that she could examine it.
It was a small, gold key.
A single thought ran through Ginny's mind; was *this* the key Draco had been promising her? Harry's diary key? The key she had wanted so much?
Within seconds, Ginny, had pocketed the small key and was back, playing along somewhat with what Draco was doing.
"Forgive me, it doesn't matter much, but were your knickers pink or purple? The light just back there wasn't too good." He said, leaning back into an upright position, his chin near the top of Ginny's forehead.
"What?" Ginny asked, snapping back to reality suddenly.
"My little joke." Draco said with an impish giggle.
"No, Draco, I don't want you." She said, brushing past Draco's shoulder.
"I thought-but, Ginny." Draco said with a heavy and disappointed voice.
"I'll see you 'round." Ginny added, pushing past the double doors that led through to Snape's study.
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Yay!!! Yippee skippy.I finally finished.my humble, humble, humble apologies to everyone who HAD been reading this fic.the next chapter will be by tomorrow!
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Yes! Yes! Yes! I have finally moved my fat and lazy bum and re-written this chapter!
It wasn't my fault, really, that chapter 12 got lost; you see, I started writing the chapter on a school computer, before I had my little internet machine *pets laptop*. On the last day of school, I forgot to retrieve the document, because my meanie teacher wouldn't let me use the computer
.well, it's been an entire summer.and after long consideration, I decided to finish this fic *everyone cheers and claps* I'm sorry it's taken.hmmm (5 months?) to finally get this written.but, I hope it is enjoyed so I can post my next fic with a clear conscience and fresh head.
Anyways, enjoy !!!
~Mac
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"It is an outrage, " Professor McGonagall began, tightly wrapped in a flannel night-gown. "I do expect better behavior from both of you!"
Draco and Ginny, after being caught by Filch, had been escorted to Professor McGonagall's small office. The old woman was clearly not appreciative of being disturbed at such an early hour, and her finger shook in the face of whomever she talked to.
"What is the reason for this abrupt change of mind, Ms. Weasley? You have been missing classes, and when attended, you refrain from participating." The professor continued, her nightcap bobbing up and down with her angry head movement.
"Both of you do understand that this is an inexcusable demonstration of inability to follow the rules." Said a sly voice from behind Ginny.
"Professor McGonagall, what is the verdict for these two students?" Snape continued, grasping one of Draco's shoulders with a claw-like grasp.
The red-faced Gryffindor professor paused for a moment before speaking.
"Mr. Malfoy's fate will be your decision, Severus." McGonagall said, reaching across her desk for a quill.
Draco swallowed hard, making a gulping noise.
"I will decide Ms. Weasley's punishment." She added, scribbling furiously on a scrap of parchment.
"If I may, Minerva, why not let Malfoy and, *the* Weasley serve in detention together, under my close supervision?" the greasy-haired Snape suggested, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ginny and Draco glanced at each other briefly.
"Very well, it sounds like a decent plan to me." McGonagall said, as if reluctant to have gotten the chance to force detention on the students.
"We had better get started." Snape said grabbing hold of Draco's cloak hood in one hand and Ginny's robes collar in the other.
* * * * * * * * *
After being practically dragged through the school corridors, Snape let go of Ginny's robes and reached inside one of his pockets, producing a shiny, silver key which unlocked the pair of doors leading to the dungeon classroom.
"What do we do?" Draco asked, once inside the dungeon., which was damp and cold.
"Sort and resort my potion bottles, up there," Snape began. "and there, and here." He said, pointing to three walls stacked full with glass vials and bottles containing more than odd things.
"I want them in alphabetical order by the first name. No magic, give me your wands." He said as Draco reached into his pocket.
"Ms. Weasley, your wand." Snape said, after snatching Draco's from him.
"I-I didn't bring it down with me, sir." Ginny replied, tightening her dressing gown around her.
"Very well," the black-clad professor said, turning to leave. "break anything, and you won't remember your mother's maiden name."
There was the loud clanging of doors followed by a lock clicking before there was silence.
"Wonderful, just wonderful." Ginny said, leaning against a table.
"At least he locked the door." Draco said, taking several steps closer to Ginny.
The dungeon room was dimly lit; four torches hung on the walls and the shadows flickered across the floor and reflected across the few shiny bottles on the shelves.
"It's dark, there's a big open space on the floor and the door's locked. Sounds like the perfect setting for a-" Draco was interrupted by a muffled voice from outside the room.
"Malfoy, I don't hear those bottles being arranged!" Snape yelled.
"Damnit." Draco muttered, reaching onto one of the shelves where several greenish-yellow potions were stored.
"Why don't you get up there and pass the damn bottles down." Draco said, gesturing towards a step-ladder alongside a shelf.
"Whatever you say." Ginny replied, loosening the tie on her robe.
"Essence of motawp." She read from a random label, once atop the ladder as she passed bottles and corked glasses of various descriptions to Draco, who in turn placed the grim and dusty objects onto a nearby table.
"You actually think I'm going to do what the old bugger wants?" Draco said, firmly slamming a bottle down on the surface of the table.
"Well, what else do you suggest?" Ginny asked with a twinge of her right eyebrow.
"I all ready made reference to the fact that this is the perfect opportunity for a shag." Draco whined poutily, making his way closer to Ginny, who was no standing precariously balanced atop a wooden step stool several feet in the air.
"Ms. Weasley, what are we to do with you." Draco whispered as he placed a hand on the stool.
Draco glanced up, above his head and got several eyefulls of the underside of Ginny; beneath her skirt.
"What, you think the wanker out there," Ginny paused. "you don't think *he* wouldn't hear?"
"On the contrary, did you have any idea what a lovely little body, you have, Ginny-gin?" the blond Slytherin whispered as he laid a gentle hand around the upper-most part of Ginny's calf.
"No, I don't think so, not now in any case." Ginny said, playfully slapping Draco's hand off of her leg.
Ginny carefully padded down and off of the ladder and met eyes with Draco, who was beginning to get anxious, his slate coloured eyes twinkling with sensuality.
Draco reached forward and began to fiddle with the buttons on Ginny's shirt as she stood somewhat numb.
"Damn it." He muttered, picking wildly at on of the shiny white buttons without much luck.
"C'mon, Weasley, put your back into it, why don't you?" Draco whispered in her ear just previous to nipping behind her ear and neck.
Half wild with anticipation and half reluctant, Ginny reached for Draco's front robe pocket and to her surprise, felt a cold, perhaps metal object deep in the bottom.
Still busy on Ginny's neck, Draco hardly noticed as Ginny pulled the object out of his pocket and closer to her face so that she could examine it.
It was a small, gold key.
A single thought ran through Ginny's mind; was *this* the key Draco had been promising her? Harry's diary key? The key she had wanted so much?
Within seconds, Ginny, had pocketed the small key and was back, playing along somewhat with what Draco was doing.
"Forgive me, it doesn't matter much, but were your knickers pink or purple? The light just back there wasn't too good." He said, leaning back into an upright position, his chin near the top of Ginny's forehead.
"What?" Ginny asked, snapping back to reality suddenly.
"My little joke." Draco said with an impish giggle.
"No, Draco, I don't want you." She said, brushing past Draco's shoulder.
"I thought-but, Ginny." Draco said with a heavy and disappointed voice.
"I'll see you 'round." Ginny added, pushing past the double doors that led through to Snape's study.
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Yay!!! Yippee skippy.I finally finished.my humble, humble, humble apologies to everyone who HAD been reading this fic.the next chapter will be by tomorrow!
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