I did a Google search for "Snape and Neville" and found some really, um,
interesting fics. We live in a crazy world.
Review responses:
Kerbi: Thank you for faithfully reviewing every chapter so far! You rock! I'm afraid your suggestion about the bubble bath was a bit. um. adult for a PG rated fic. Remember, Ginny is thirteen and Draco is fourteen here, I do try to keep that age range decent. (Speaking of decent, did Harry and Ginny *just * kiss in that last chapter of "Betrayed"? Because these people are what, sixteen, seventeen? There is no way you can put six seventeen-year- olds of mixed sexes into an apartment together for that long and expect them to behave themselves. I mean, come on!)
Hplova4eva: Didn't you already say that? Hey, support is support. Thanks for reviewing!
JupiterS12: Yay! I absolutely love it when people put me on their favs! You are a brilliant, beautiful, intelligent, understanding, supportive individual and I love you! (Actually, I agree with you about the idea of the story being fab, but I have no idea where it came from. Blame my guardian angel.)
Dani-Marie: I don't want to. Unfortunately, I have to make it fit in with the actual books. But I promise there will be more Ginny/Draco confrontation before the end. I'm not sure where that Zabini bit came from, it kind of flowed out onto the screen before I could stop it. Then I kind of liked it, so I left it. Thanks for reviewing more than once, by the way.
To other readers: The Cult of the Arctic Coconut needs members! Review!
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God, what a total jerk! He's been so nice to me, but it was all an act. He just wanted another girl, like Hermione said back in March. I almost fell for him too. Ugh!
Ginny stormed through the corridors blindly, not caring where she was going or who she bumped into on the way. Her thoughts were whirling wildly.
As soon as I'm not around, he just goes back to being the insensitive, cruel person he's always been. How could I think he could change? How could I be so blind?
"Ouch! Ginny!"
She looked up. A face swam in front of her. She realized she was crying and brushed away the tears impatiently. It was a boy she'd met at the Yule Ball, Michael Corner.
Ginny mumbled an apology and pushed around him. She was not in the mood to talk. He grabbed her arm. "Wait, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"You're crying, your robes are a mess, you're holding your wand tighter than Diggory at the first task and you just crashed into me like I wasn't there. You can't tell me nothing's wrong. Come on, Ginny, let's go get you some tea."
Ginny stared blankly. Tea?
He took her hand, propelling her through halls and down staircases until she realized where they were going. When they reached the portrait, Ginny tickled the pear. Michael stared at her for a moment. "You've been here before?" he asked, looking astonished.
"You're forgetting who my brothers are," Ginny replied, trying to grin.
"Oh yeah, the legendary Weasleys. They tell you this stuff?"
"No. I follow them around sometimes. I hear them talking." She had stolen their Marauders' Map once and figured out how to work it, but she didn't want to tell him about that. She watched the wriggling pear turn into a doorknob. Michael reached out for it, and-
"Ginny!"
It was Draco. Malfoy! Not Draco! Ginny reminded herself. She ignored him and stepped into the kitchen. Michael followed, looking utterly confused. Ginny slammed the portrait shut just in time. She knew the doorknob had turned back into a pear and unless he knew the secret, Malfoy wouldn't be able to follow.
"What was that about?" Michael asked.
"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it. So how've you been? I haven't seen you since-" Ginny stopped dead, remembering the last time she'd seen him.
Flashback:
Ginny sat holding a bag of ice to her foot, while Neville apologized over and over. "It's okay, Neville. I'm fine, Neville. Go dance with Susan Bones, why don't you, Neville?"
"But you're my date!"
"It's okay. I'm too hot anyway. I'm going for a walk. You have fun, okay?" Ginny got up and, wincing, made her way out to the garden. The fairies glittered above the rose bushes. She sat on a bench and breathed deeply. Ginny despised big crowds indoors. She preferred open air.
She got up again and strolled between the roses. Her robes snagged on a thorn. Stopping to untangle it, she noticed a couple snogging a few feet away. She tried to move off quietly so as not to disturb them. When Ginny looked back on it later, she wished she had turned around instead of backing away.
Ginny backed straight into a rose bush, sticking her rear end and legs with thorns. She yelled several colorful words, ending with a curse on roses, rose thorns and snogging couples in general.
The snogging couple in question had stopped snogging and were staring at her in surprise. The boy looked highly amused, the girl highly annoyed.
"Sorry," whispered Ginny and tiptoed off as quietly as she could, although that was hardly necessary. Everyone within a 200-foot radius was staring at her.
Later in the evening, Ginny was back inside. She preferred indoor crowds to public humiliation any day. A boy sat down next to her, smiling. She recognized him immediately and felt her face change to match her hair.
"I-" she began, with some vague idea of getting away from there as soon as possible.
"I hate the thorns too," he interrupted, showing her a bleeding mark on his hand. "But Marietta likes roses, that's how she managed to get me out there. I should have asked someone else. She's no fun at all, really."
"You looked like you were having enough fun to me," Ginny answered without thinking, then clapped a hand over her mouth. He laughed and offered his undamaged hand.
"Michael Corner. I'm in Ravenclaw."
"Ginny Weasley, Gryffindor."
They spent the rest of the evening chatting. Marietta glared daggers at Ginny, but ignored Michael after she found a handsome Durmstrang boy to dance with. Ginny heard her say, "I simply love roses. We have a fabulous garden here, would you like to see it?"
Michael got up and yawned. "I think I'm going to bed. It's been nice talking to you."
"Likewise. Goodnight!"
End flashback
"Since the Yule Ball!" Ginny finished. "How's Marietta?"
"Oh, her? I think she's dating Terry Boot now. Hey, can we have some tea, please?" Michael called to a house-elf, who bowed and zoomed a silver tea service to them instantly. "Thank you!"
"Oh, you broke up with her?" Ginny sat down on the floor next to the tea service.
He nodded and sat down next to her. "She's too clingy. I hate girls like that."
Ginny moved away from him an inch.
"So how've you been? Are you still dating Neville Longbottom?"
Ginny laughed. "Oh, I never dated him. I just went to the Yule Ball with him because I'm not in fourth year and nobody else asked me." Except Harry, she thought longingly. Harry would have gone with me if I'd waited another two days.
"So does that mean you're available?"
"Stop that right now," Ginny commanded. She'd never liked flirting much.
"Okay, okay. Here." He handed her a mug, and she drank, although she wasn't upset anymore. "So are you going to tell me why you were crying?"
"Someone I thought was my friend. isn't. I'm not the type of girl who cries a lot, you know."
Michael patted her arm reassuringly. "It's okay, I don't think you're a sissy or anything. I've cried before too. Everyone does. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Ginny drained her cup and stood up. "I have to go. I think I've missed Divination, not that it matters. Divination is a load of hooey, I should never have taken it. And Michael?"
He stood up too. "Yeah?"
"Thanks."
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Review? Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with- okay, Kerbi, I won't say it *sighs *
Review responses:
Kerbi: Thank you for faithfully reviewing every chapter so far! You rock! I'm afraid your suggestion about the bubble bath was a bit. um. adult for a PG rated fic. Remember, Ginny is thirteen and Draco is fourteen here, I do try to keep that age range decent. (Speaking of decent, did Harry and Ginny *just * kiss in that last chapter of "Betrayed"? Because these people are what, sixteen, seventeen? There is no way you can put six seventeen-year- olds of mixed sexes into an apartment together for that long and expect them to behave themselves. I mean, come on!)
Hplova4eva: Didn't you already say that? Hey, support is support. Thanks for reviewing!
JupiterS12: Yay! I absolutely love it when people put me on their favs! You are a brilliant, beautiful, intelligent, understanding, supportive individual and I love you! (Actually, I agree with you about the idea of the story being fab, but I have no idea where it came from. Blame my guardian angel.)
Dani-Marie: I don't want to. Unfortunately, I have to make it fit in with the actual books. But I promise there will be more Ginny/Draco confrontation before the end. I'm not sure where that Zabini bit came from, it kind of flowed out onto the screen before I could stop it. Then I kind of liked it, so I left it. Thanks for reviewing more than once, by the way.
To other readers: The Cult of the Arctic Coconut needs members! Review!
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God, what a total jerk! He's been so nice to me, but it was all an act. He just wanted another girl, like Hermione said back in March. I almost fell for him too. Ugh!
Ginny stormed through the corridors blindly, not caring where she was going or who she bumped into on the way. Her thoughts were whirling wildly.
As soon as I'm not around, he just goes back to being the insensitive, cruel person he's always been. How could I think he could change? How could I be so blind?
"Ouch! Ginny!"
She looked up. A face swam in front of her. She realized she was crying and brushed away the tears impatiently. It was a boy she'd met at the Yule Ball, Michael Corner.
Ginny mumbled an apology and pushed around him. She was not in the mood to talk. He grabbed her arm. "Wait, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"You're crying, your robes are a mess, you're holding your wand tighter than Diggory at the first task and you just crashed into me like I wasn't there. You can't tell me nothing's wrong. Come on, Ginny, let's go get you some tea."
Ginny stared blankly. Tea?
He took her hand, propelling her through halls and down staircases until she realized where they were going. When they reached the portrait, Ginny tickled the pear. Michael stared at her for a moment. "You've been here before?" he asked, looking astonished.
"You're forgetting who my brothers are," Ginny replied, trying to grin.
"Oh yeah, the legendary Weasleys. They tell you this stuff?"
"No. I follow them around sometimes. I hear them talking." She had stolen their Marauders' Map once and figured out how to work it, but she didn't want to tell him about that. She watched the wriggling pear turn into a doorknob. Michael reached out for it, and-
"Ginny!"
It was Draco. Malfoy! Not Draco! Ginny reminded herself. She ignored him and stepped into the kitchen. Michael followed, looking utterly confused. Ginny slammed the portrait shut just in time. She knew the doorknob had turned back into a pear and unless he knew the secret, Malfoy wouldn't be able to follow.
"What was that about?" Michael asked.
"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it. So how've you been? I haven't seen you since-" Ginny stopped dead, remembering the last time she'd seen him.
Flashback:
Ginny sat holding a bag of ice to her foot, while Neville apologized over and over. "It's okay, Neville. I'm fine, Neville. Go dance with Susan Bones, why don't you, Neville?"
"But you're my date!"
"It's okay. I'm too hot anyway. I'm going for a walk. You have fun, okay?" Ginny got up and, wincing, made her way out to the garden. The fairies glittered above the rose bushes. She sat on a bench and breathed deeply. Ginny despised big crowds indoors. She preferred open air.
She got up again and strolled between the roses. Her robes snagged on a thorn. Stopping to untangle it, she noticed a couple snogging a few feet away. She tried to move off quietly so as not to disturb them. When Ginny looked back on it later, she wished she had turned around instead of backing away.
Ginny backed straight into a rose bush, sticking her rear end and legs with thorns. She yelled several colorful words, ending with a curse on roses, rose thorns and snogging couples in general.
The snogging couple in question had stopped snogging and were staring at her in surprise. The boy looked highly amused, the girl highly annoyed.
"Sorry," whispered Ginny and tiptoed off as quietly as she could, although that was hardly necessary. Everyone within a 200-foot radius was staring at her.
Later in the evening, Ginny was back inside. She preferred indoor crowds to public humiliation any day. A boy sat down next to her, smiling. She recognized him immediately and felt her face change to match her hair.
"I-" she began, with some vague idea of getting away from there as soon as possible.
"I hate the thorns too," he interrupted, showing her a bleeding mark on his hand. "But Marietta likes roses, that's how she managed to get me out there. I should have asked someone else. She's no fun at all, really."
"You looked like you were having enough fun to me," Ginny answered without thinking, then clapped a hand over her mouth. He laughed and offered his undamaged hand.
"Michael Corner. I'm in Ravenclaw."
"Ginny Weasley, Gryffindor."
They spent the rest of the evening chatting. Marietta glared daggers at Ginny, but ignored Michael after she found a handsome Durmstrang boy to dance with. Ginny heard her say, "I simply love roses. We have a fabulous garden here, would you like to see it?"
Michael got up and yawned. "I think I'm going to bed. It's been nice talking to you."
"Likewise. Goodnight!"
End flashback
"Since the Yule Ball!" Ginny finished. "How's Marietta?"
"Oh, her? I think she's dating Terry Boot now. Hey, can we have some tea, please?" Michael called to a house-elf, who bowed and zoomed a silver tea service to them instantly. "Thank you!"
"Oh, you broke up with her?" Ginny sat down on the floor next to the tea service.
He nodded and sat down next to her. "She's too clingy. I hate girls like that."
Ginny moved away from him an inch.
"So how've you been? Are you still dating Neville Longbottom?"
Ginny laughed. "Oh, I never dated him. I just went to the Yule Ball with him because I'm not in fourth year and nobody else asked me." Except Harry, she thought longingly. Harry would have gone with me if I'd waited another two days.
"So does that mean you're available?"
"Stop that right now," Ginny commanded. She'd never liked flirting much.
"Okay, okay. Here." He handed her a mug, and she drank, although she wasn't upset anymore. "So are you going to tell me why you were crying?"
"Someone I thought was my friend. isn't. I'm not the type of girl who cries a lot, you know."
Michael patted her arm reassuringly. "It's okay, I don't think you're a sissy or anything. I've cried before too. Everyone does. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Ginny drained her cup and stood up. "I have to go. I think I've missed Divination, not that it matters. Divination is a load of hooey, I should never have taken it. And Michael?"
He stood up too. "Yeah?"
"Thanks."
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Review? Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with- okay, Kerbi, I won't say it *sighs *