I really should start putting in disclaimers.
Okay, I put up two chaps yesterday, and today I opened my inbox and discovered eleven reviews awaiting me! You have no idea how fab this makes me feel! I love you all!
Reviewer responses:
faer: Yes, he would, and I intended to put that bit in the last chap, but forgot. Thanks for reminding me, it's in this one!
GenThePyro: Absolutely!
G. Weasley (): Sorry, I'm not writing fast enough, but I do have a life outside of fan fic. Guess you'll just have to make do!
Spider Fairyz: Thank you!
Shaniele: It will be longer.
Gen: Yes, of course!
Azalai: That's one of the reasons I wrote it- I felt that the world could not have enough good D/G fics, but there were enough bad ones already.
Megaparsec: Ooh, are you into "A Wrinkle In Time?" I love that book! Why would that insult me? I'm glad I'm not making too many godawful mistakes!
dragonsprincess: I'm sorry I haven't reviewed you yet, I have a list of fics to read over. I think Hermione knew, but that's kind of left open, so you could interpret it however you want.
tooty frooty: I've written some slash stories, but this isn't one of them. Maybe we have different definitions of "slash". I always thought it was same-sex relationships.
Taisy: Harry isn't in the story because I can't do anything with him. I have to make this fit in with the actual books, and those are his POV, so anything important would be in them. I have to make this believable enough for peeps to read it, right? (BTW, the first time I came on this site, I stayed up until 5:30 reading fic. I totally understand.)
jods-luvs-draco: This is a canon story, meaning it takes place during the books. I've tried to keep it believable by leaving Harry out of most of it, and not writing about things he would hear about. Sorry if that's a little unrealistic, but I look on it as a challenge. Any suggestions to make it more believable?
Disclaimer: I don't even get an allowance, much less millions of dollars a year, like I would be if I owned HP. None of it's mine. Except Ellie, she's mine.
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Fred Weasley was confused.
He sat in a chair in the Gryffindor common room. George was at the other end of the room, selling trick sweets. Normally Fred would be with him, raking in the Sickles, but he had too much on his mind.
First of all, there was the Filch incident. That morning, Fred had planted a Dungbomb. Filch had caught him at it and, instead of the usual grumbling and reporting, had quite civilly asked him not to. Fred had been so surprised, he had put the Dungbomb back in his pocket and walked away. That was strange in itself without the thought of Ginny hanging over him.
Fred glanced at his watch. It was seven-fifteen. Ginny was normally in the common room doing homework around now. Where was she? He thought back. He'd seen her talking to Hermione, about seven.
He made his way over to the mound of books and papers hiding Hermione.
"What is it, George?" she asked, a little crossly. She was doing a new O.W.L. Prep regime in her spare time, and hated to be disturbed.
"Actually, it's Fred. Have you seen Ginny anywhere?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Fred was startled. Hermione was never nosy with him, but this was none of her business. "I fancied a chat. She's been looking peaky."
"Well, I don't know where she is." Hermione turned back to her work. Fred decided not to pursue it, though he could tell she knew something. He left the common room through the portrait hole. He was wandering through the corridors, with the vague destination of the library, when he heard a voice yelling.
"Cut that crap! It is your fault! It's completely up to you, what you do with your life! You can be mean, or you can be nice. I know you can be nice. I've seen you! You've been nice to me! Was all that an act? Were you pretending, did you want something from me?"
It was undoubtedly Ginny. He wouldn't have believed she was yelling like that if he hadn't heard her himself just the previous day, shouting fit to burst a lung. Fred made his way toward the outburst. The voices had died down and were both murmuring. Fred got as close as he could without being seen. Then he heard a voice that he couldn't quite place, and it was saying something he didn't like.
"That's the way I feel around you. Every time I see you. When I help you with your Potions homework, every time you brush your hair out of your face, I wish it was my hand instead of yours. Every time you wave goodbye, I want to run after you, to tell you to stop, to hold you. Ginny, I love you."
Fred felt his face turn red with fury. He recognized the voice now. It was the Malfoy git, and he was sweet-talking Ginny. He managed to hold himself back long enough to hear what came next. He didn't like that either.
"You know, Draco, human beings are funny things. Some of the funny things we do are impulsive. Sometimes impulses turn out okay, and sometimes they don't. My God, I hope this one does."
Fred couldn't see what was going on around the corner, but he wasn't stupid. Malfoy was snogging his little sister! He wanted to dash around the corner, to protect Ginny.
But he didn't. Her words from yesterday echoed in his mind.
"What's going on is none of your business, Fred! This is my life, my problems, and I'm going to deal with it. If I want your help, I will ask for it."
But she didn't understand! She was young! Malfoy was taking advantage of her and she was going to be hurt!
"Every time something happens, a little tangle in my life, I have six brothers pouncing on me and trying to fight my fights and coddle me like I'm made of bloody PORCELAIN!"
She wasn't made of porcelain. She was a strong, smart girl. She could handle herself.
"I can handle things without half a dozen macho bodyguards to take care of me!"
Could she? She was only thirteen, after all. She had a lot to learn about life.
"I've got fists and a wand and I can use them!"
She would have to learn. That was all. She would have to learn life's lessons. Maybe she would be hurt, but everyone was hurt sometimes, and she had to learn to deal with it. And it was her life, after all, not his.
Fred turned around and walked away.
"Why can't we tell Harry? Why won't she let us tell Harry? She's thirteen, she's a girl, and she beat up Malfoy! That's something to be proud of, that is!"
Hermione heaved a sigh and closed her book. She had tried waiting it out, and the stream of complaints was just flowing faster.
"Because she asked us not to. Ron, we have to respect her privacy. If she doesn't want Harry to know, we don't tell him."
Ron scowled. "Why doesn't she want him knowing, anyway? I thought she fancied him! If she wants Harry to notice her, making Malfoy grovel is probably the best way there is to do it!"
"Ron, just shut up, will you?"
"No, I won't! I'm telling him, and you can't do anything about it!"
Hermione smiled. She had him at last. "Oh, can't I?"
"No, you can't."
"Go ahead, then. Tell him. You'll never see a page of my History of Magic notes again."
Ron paled considerably. He had spent the last three History of Magic lessons attempting (and failing miserably) to draw Fleur Delacour from the Daily Prophet photo (he wouldn't say where he'd gotten it, because it hadn't been printed in the paper). He was completely relying on Hermione's notes to pass the upcoming test.
"Fine, I won't tell," he grumbled.
Hermione smiled smugly and turned back to her notes. Fred walked in the door. Ron glanced up.
"Oy, Fred, what happened to you? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I walked through one, as a matter of fact. You know what that feels like, don't you?"
Ron grinned and nodded. He'd leaned through Nearly Headless Nick accidentally several times at dinner. For some reason, Nick seemed to like sitting next to Ron.
Ginny stumbled into the room a few minutes later. This time, Ron wasn't the only one to look up.
Elena rushed over, grabbed Ginny's arm, and dragged her into a corner. "Who is he?" she whispered excitedly. Ginny looked blank.
"What are you talking about, Ellie?"
"You've been snogged! Don't deny it, I've seen it millions of times. Who is he? Is he cute? Do I know him? How old is he?"
"Ellie, I haven't been snogged."
Ellie snorted. "Right, Gin. I told you, I've seen this before. Come on, tell me. Pleeeease?"
Ginny said the first name that made any sense. "Michael Corner."
"Ooh, really? He was going with Marietta Edgecombe, that fifth year, at the Yule Ball, but she's going with Terry Boot now. Corner broke up with her just after the ball. I saw him and Cho Chang flirting the other day, but Chang's going with Cedric Diggory. Helga Thelmson's been making eyes at Corner for months, but I don't think he's noticed, so he's fair game. Good luck!" Ellie ran off toward a gaggle of girls by the fire.
And yet she always forgets every single homework assignment, thought Ginny, sighing.
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No Draco POVs on the kiss yet. *cackles evilly * Review and you might get one next chap!
(Oh, and I just have to say this: yay Fred! I don't usually comment on things that I wrote, but that took some courage and I felt this rush of triumph for him when I wrote the part about him walking away.)
(Review please?)
(Shutting up.)
Okay, I put up two chaps yesterday, and today I opened my inbox and discovered eleven reviews awaiting me! You have no idea how fab this makes me feel! I love you all!
Reviewer responses:
faer: Yes, he would, and I intended to put that bit in the last chap, but forgot. Thanks for reminding me, it's in this one!
GenThePyro: Absolutely!
G. Weasley (): Sorry, I'm not writing fast enough, but I do have a life outside of fan fic. Guess you'll just have to make do!
Spider Fairyz: Thank you!
Shaniele: It will be longer.
Gen: Yes, of course!
Azalai: That's one of the reasons I wrote it- I felt that the world could not have enough good D/G fics, but there were enough bad ones already.
Megaparsec: Ooh, are you into "A Wrinkle In Time?" I love that book! Why would that insult me? I'm glad I'm not making too many godawful mistakes!
dragonsprincess: I'm sorry I haven't reviewed you yet, I have a list of fics to read over. I think Hermione knew, but that's kind of left open, so you could interpret it however you want.
tooty frooty: I've written some slash stories, but this isn't one of them. Maybe we have different definitions of "slash". I always thought it was same-sex relationships.
Taisy: Harry isn't in the story because I can't do anything with him. I have to make this fit in with the actual books, and those are his POV, so anything important would be in them. I have to make this believable enough for peeps to read it, right? (BTW, the first time I came on this site, I stayed up until 5:30 reading fic. I totally understand.)
jods-luvs-draco: This is a canon story, meaning it takes place during the books. I've tried to keep it believable by leaving Harry out of most of it, and not writing about things he would hear about. Sorry if that's a little unrealistic, but I look on it as a challenge. Any suggestions to make it more believable?
Disclaimer: I don't even get an allowance, much less millions of dollars a year, like I would be if I owned HP. None of it's mine. Except Ellie, she's mine.
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Fred Weasley was confused.
He sat in a chair in the Gryffindor common room. George was at the other end of the room, selling trick sweets. Normally Fred would be with him, raking in the Sickles, but he had too much on his mind.
First of all, there was the Filch incident. That morning, Fred had planted a Dungbomb. Filch had caught him at it and, instead of the usual grumbling and reporting, had quite civilly asked him not to. Fred had been so surprised, he had put the Dungbomb back in his pocket and walked away. That was strange in itself without the thought of Ginny hanging over him.
Fred glanced at his watch. It was seven-fifteen. Ginny was normally in the common room doing homework around now. Where was she? He thought back. He'd seen her talking to Hermione, about seven.
He made his way over to the mound of books and papers hiding Hermione.
"What is it, George?" she asked, a little crossly. She was doing a new O.W.L. Prep regime in her spare time, and hated to be disturbed.
"Actually, it's Fred. Have you seen Ginny anywhere?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Fred was startled. Hermione was never nosy with him, but this was none of her business. "I fancied a chat. She's been looking peaky."
"Well, I don't know where she is." Hermione turned back to her work. Fred decided not to pursue it, though he could tell she knew something. He left the common room through the portrait hole. He was wandering through the corridors, with the vague destination of the library, when he heard a voice yelling.
"Cut that crap! It is your fault! It's completely up to you, what you do with your life! You can be mean, or you can be nice. I know you can be nice. I've seen you! You've been nice to me! Was all that an act? Were you pretending, did you want something from me?"
It was undoubtedly Ginny. He wouldn't have believed she was yelling like that if he hadn't heard her himself just the previous day, shouting fit to burst a lung. Fred made his way toward the outburst. The voices had died down and were both murmuring. Fred got as close as he could without being seen. Then he heard a voice that he couldn't quite place, and it was saying something he didn't like.
"That's the way I feel around you. Every time I see you. When I help you with your Potions homework, every time you brush your hair out of your face, I wish it was my hand instead of yours. Every time you wave goodbye, I want to run after you, to tell you to stop, to hold you. Ginny, I love you."
Fred felt his face turn red with fury. He recognized the voice now. It was the Malfoy git, and he was sweet-talking Ginny. He managed to hold himself back long enough to hear what came next. He didn't like that either.
"You know, Draco, human beings are funny things. Some of the funny things we do are impulsive. Sometimes impulses turn out okay, and sometimes they don't. My God, I hope this one does."
Fred couldn't see what was going on around the corner, but he wasn't stupid. Malfoy was snogging his little sister! He wanted to dash around the corner, to protect Ginny.
But he didn't. Her words from yesterday echoed in his mind.
"What's going on is none of your business, Fred! This is my life, my problems, and I'm going to deal with it. If I want your help, I will ask for it."
But she didn't understand! She was young! Malfoy was taking advantage of her and she was going to be hurt!
"Every time something happens, a little tangle in my life, I have six brothers pouncing on me and trying to fight my fights and coddle me like I'm made of bloody PORCELAIN!"
She wasn't made of porcelain. She was a strong, smart girl. She could handle herself.
"I can handle things without half a dozen macho bodyguards to take care of me!"
Could she? She was only thirteen, after all. She had a lot to learn about life.
"I've got fists and a wand and I can use them!"
She would have to learn. That was all. She would have to learn life's lessons. Maybe she would be hurt, but everyone was hurt sometimes, and she had to learn to deal with it. And it was her life, after all, not his.
Fred turned around and walked away.
"Why can't we tell Harry? Why won't she let us tell Harry? She's thirteen, she's a girl, and she beat up Malfoy! That's something to be proud of, that is!"
Hermione heaved a sigh and closed her book. She had tried waiting it out, and the stream of complaints was just flowing faster.
"Because she asked us not to. Ron, we have to respect her privacy. If she doesn't want Harry to know, we don't tell him."
Ron scowled. "Why doesn't she want him knowing, anyway? I thought she fancied him! If she wants Harry to notice her, making Malfoy grovel is probably the best way there is to do it!"
"Ron, just shut up, will you?"
"No, I won't! I'm telling him, and you can't do anything about it!"
Hermione smiled. She had him at last. "Oh, can't I?"
"No, you can't."
"Go ahead, then. Tell him. You'll never see a page of my History of Magic notes again."
Ron paled considerably. He had spent the last three History of Magic lessons attempting (and failing miserably) to draw Fleur Delacour from the Daily Prophet photo (he wouldn't say where he'd gotten it, because it hadn't been printed in the paper). He was completely relying on Hermione's notes to pass the upcoming test.
"Fine, I won't tell," he grumbled.
Hermione smiled smugly and turned back to her notes. Fred walked in the door. Ron glanced up.
"Oy, Fred, what happened to you? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I walked through one, as a matter of fact. You know what that feels like, don't you?"
Ron grinned and nodded. He'd leaned through Nearly Headless Nick accidentally several times at dinner. For some reason, Nick seemed to like sitting next to Ron.
Ginny stumbled into the room a few minutes later. This time, Ron wasn't the only one to look up.
Elena rushed over, grabbed Ginny's arm, and dragged her into a corner. "Who is he?" she whispered excitedly. Ginny looked blank.
"What are you talking about, Ellie?"
"You've been snogged! Don't deny it, I've seen it millions of times. Who is he? Is he cute? Do I know him? How old is he?"
"Ellie, I haven't been snogged."
Ellie snorted. "Right, Gin. I told you, I've seen this before. Come on, tell me. Pleeeease?"
Ginny said the first name that made any sense. "Michael Corner."
"Ooh, really? He was going with Marietta Edgecombe, that fifth year, at the Yule Ball, but she's going with Terry Boot now. Corner broke up with her just after the ball. I saw him and Cho Chang flirting the other day, but Chang's going with Cedric Diggory. Helga Thelmson's been making eyes at Corner for months, but I don't think he's noticed, so he's fair game. Good luck!" Ellie ran off toward a gaggle of girls by the fire.
And yet she always forgets every single homework assignment, thought Ginny, sighing.
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No Draco POVs on the kiss yet. *cackles evilly * Review and you might get one next chap!
(Oh, and I just have to say this: yay Fred! I don't usually comment on things that I wrote, but that took some courage and I felt this rush of triumph for him when I wrote the part about him walking away.)
(Review please?)
(Shutting up.)