A/N LALALALALALA, nothing to say now, just REEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!
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Frenchy kicked back in one of the chairs and was reading one of those cheap biographies with pictures they sold in the joke shop in Hogsmeade. It was supposedly was the history of the Weird Sisters. Although, anything that was sold at the joke shop was evidently fake. It was easy to tell anyway since in the 'biography' the Weird Sisters had them go give Lord Voldemort (or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as they called him in the book) a concert in which they 'Imperius'ed all the death eaters into singing the chorus of 'All Things Bright and Beautiful' as loud as they could. As much as that idea sounded amusing no one was stupid enough to go to a concert for Lord Voldemort (He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named), and even Lord Voldemort (He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named) wasn't stupid enough to invite the other side to perform a concert in the hideout. Not to mention, that was just a popular idea that Frenchy had read before in a book called 'Evil Jokes for Evil People.' Consequentially that book was also sold at the joke shop. They weren't known for trying out new ideas or originality.
Ginny was pacing in front of the bookshelves trying to give the impression of looking at the books so that Madame Pince wouldn't throw them out. She was thoroughly irked at having to wait around in the library instead of cutting right down to the chase and getting Draco hooked. But noooo, Frenchy insisted on waiting in the library for some stupid reason that she wouldn't tell her. To pass the time she counted her fingers down to the favorite ways of embarrassing guys. She would've extended over ten but she didn't have enough experience to come up with more than ten an using your toes to count looked stupid, she'd done it in public once and people kept on asking her why her toes were out of whack. That was kind of embarrassing.
Compare him regularly with the stereotypes of men and obsess that he isn't manly enough Talk about his childhood in front of people Tape a 'Marry me _______ from _______' sign where everyone can see it. Talk about embarrassing relations Talk about why people broke up with him. Make fun of his religion Obsess over the fact that he is trying to be like one of his arch-enemies, even when he isn't.Ginny still had three fingers up but couldn't think of any more ways, it really depended on the person after all. These were just the general ways, for each guy there were other ways of embarrassing them.
"You know if you flip down a certain two fingers the books will feel disrespected."
Ginny snapped her hand back to her side and turned to look at Frenchy who was paying no special attention to anything but her book. Somehow from first coming into the library she had switched books and was now reading something about the Chudely Cannons, another joke shop biography, yet again playing with the idea of humiliating the Death Eaters as well as Lord Voldemort (He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named).
"Yes, well I'm sure the books will be sooo offended. They'll be flying off the shelves and next thing you'll know Madame Pince will be having her ass bitten off by all the books pulled in by its wonderful fragrance." Ginny looked disgruntled and plopped herself down in the chair directly across from Frenchy letting her fingers tap violently against the polished surface of the table.
"Let me guess, it smells like liqueur? And how would you know that?" Frenchy continued reading with a small smile twitching on her lips along with a tic in her cheek.
Ginny frowned. "Are you always this taken with your intelligence? Madame Pince is so full of crap that I'm sure her ass would smell exactly the same. Or maybe she has a disease that makes her ass rot."
Frenchy pulled up her black book bag that was slung over the back of her chair. It lay slumped without starch on the table between them. Little pieces of paper poked out of the opening. Ginny couldn't believe that Frenchy actually had papers in her bag, how could she have enough time to study? Frenchy started to part through the papers as if she were looking for something. "Oh, fuck it." Her eyebrows scrunched together and she tipped the bag over so that all its contents spilled over on the table.
Ginny leaned over and snatched one of the books. "Guide to Couples Therapy? That's weird. What's this supposed to be?" The book fell open on the seam down the middle, the page that was titled 'Sexual Happiness."
Still going through the mixture of oddities on her desk, the flop haired brunette glanced up at the book that Ginny was reading. "Oh, that. Consider it the guide book to torture."
Ginny's ginger colored eyebrows raised as she pinched her fingers on either side of the spine and flipped it around to face Frenchy, she was still on the 'Sexual Happiness' page. "You scared Ron with these 'techniques'?"
"No, no, we only got as far as the gay section."
There was a drastic difference on Ginny's face as she dropped her jaw. Sure she had called guys gay before, after all that fit under the whole 'macho man' thing. But she had never thought that there would be a particular study of it. Maybe she would write a book sort of like it, on the study of things not to do to men.
Frenchy had to grin at the change of Ginny's expression as she continued.
"That's on page one if you want to read it. It goes into the whole not being in denial thing. I think I really got your brother when I introduced him to Gwen as my 'gay' boyfriend. That was one of the parts of being happy with your relationship, being truthful. Not that that was true. I just decided that whatever the book had a cure for the guys would have. There're cures for gayness, looking at other girls, understanding each other," Frenchy took a long breath, "It goes on and on, just look in there. In fact, just keep it; I have practically memorized the whole thing."
The lush red cover of the book was snapped together to sandwich the thin white paper between both sides. Ginny smiled and dropped it into her own bag that was also draped over the back of that chair. "So, why are we waiting here?"
"We're waiting for Brenna to show up so we can talk to her about our idea."
"Oh, great, waiting for a Slytherin." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Oh, great, waiting on a Slytherin." Frenchy said in a mock imitation of Ginny, who kicked her from under the table.
Frenchy began laughing, which made the red head scowl ferociously. If there was any one particular thing that was really annoying about Frenchy it was that she laughed at Ginny's goes at hurting her. Every single time she laughed, every time. For an action that seemed to have no intention to be mocking it was the one that mocked her the most. Ginny scowled even harder at her. Unexpectedly there was an appearance of pure terror that was slowly growing on Frenchy's face, at something behind Ginny.
Ginny spun around in her chair to see what it was that was freaking Frenchy out so badly. Without warning the tip of her nose whacked against something, with the whack sound included. Which hurt more then people said.
"OH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!!" Ginny leaned back to look at who as talking.
It was a girl who was shaking hers hands at the same level as her head, like she had just been accused of something and she was refusing that she had done it. Her eyes were a shade of brilliant green that were brought out even more because her shirt was the exact same color. The shirt had a white out line of a snake. Although Ginny thought that it probably would've been more appropriate if the shirt had said fuck on it, from their rather sudden introduction Ginny concluded that the extent of the girl's vocabulary seemed to be yes, no , and fuck.
Frenchy laughed at the girl's introduction, but mentioned for Ginny to introduce herself.
"Oh, hello, name's Ginny."
"Of course, Draco's told me all about the famous Wealseys. The red hair. Cool." She shoved her hands into her pockets and seemed unsure of what to do. "Oh, my name's Brenna."
"Hi fuc- I mean Brefu- Brenna." Ginny smiled.
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A/N No particular plans for next chapter. But I can assure that Draco and Ginny will be getting together. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEh……………………………