Summary: Ginny is tired of everyone trying to protect her. Ron,
Harry..Draco?
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Tom Felton or Draco Malfoy, but seeing as how I am not His parents, Warner Bros., or J.K. Rowling, I must relinquish that right.
A/N: The story is half done! Now, it might seem a little boring and pointless now but it's leading up to something. Oh yeah, I've been getting a lot of heat from my friends about the title. There are NO CONDOMS involved in this story. The title reason will become clear soon.
Chapter 11: Ugh! Just stop!
Ron and Harry looked infuriated. Hermione looked at all three of them and bit her lip. Here we go, Ginny thought.
Draco was feeling a mixture of emotions. Blissful and murderous. Blissful because he and Ginny were somewhat acquaintances now. Murderous because of what Ginny had told him about his father. He snapped at two Hufflepuff first years, a third year Ravenclaw, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, before he got to room. At least he had a private dorm. (*Perks for being head boy.*) Ooh he hated his father so much! How dare he! And to Ginny of all people! Not that he would've been angry had he known. He would've been horrified, curious even, but not worried or (*gulp*) scared. Then he remembered the letter.
"That sadistic bastard!" he yelled. Draco was so angry that he made a vow. He would not go through with that initiation. He would rather die. He didn't want to torture and scare little kids. Plotting to kill for sick pleasure, or some half human. "Never." He had to warn Ginny. But if he told her he would lose her trust.
"Ginny," Ron started slowly, "Where were you?"
"Out." Ginny shrugged.
"With?" He asked calmly.
"People?"
"Don't make jokes Virginia!" Ron screamed.
"Ron, calm down." Hermione said, grabbing his arm. He yanked out of her reach and continued. "Ginny, I'm only gonna ask you once-."
"Were you with Malfoy?" Harry said quietly. Ginny looked at him and fear rose inside her. His eyes flashed dangerously as he looked in the fire. Ginny came back to herself and spoke:
"I don't have to take this." Ginny started. "Just stop it! Ugh! Every time I go somewhere you can't go bonkers Ron!"
"Who were you with?" Harry repeated loudly.
"None of your bloody business!" Ginny screamed and stomped upstairs. A couple of minutes later, Hermione came. She knocked twice then entered. "Hermione I know what you're going to say. I know they want to protect me but they can't control me!"
"I know, I know." She said stroking Ginny's hair. "It's just they really care. They'll get over it someday. Once you've married they'll forget all about it." Hermione said. Ginny laughed at this.
"Thanks Hermione." Ginny said wiping her eyes. "You seem to be the only one who isn't utterly mad."
"No problem." She waved a hand. "Night Gin."
"Night 'Mione." Ginny was about to turn out her light, when Hercules flew in. "Well hi there." She recognized it as the same owl who had given her the mystery note. She wondered why Draco was sending her post this late. "You're beautiful. Ginny smiled as the owl nipped her finger softly and held out a letter for her. It read:
"Ginny-
Don't ask why, just trust me. Go nowhere alone. Stay with Potter in your spare time. Don't stay out too late. I'll owl you of when we'll meet next. Trust me.
-Draco"
This made Ginny see red. Why did Draco want her to stay with Harry? Harry of all people? And why could he arrange the next meeting between them and not her? For all she cared, Harry, Ron, and Draco could stick it as far as it would go. She could take care of herself.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Tom Felton or Draco Malfoy, but seeing as how I am not His parents, Warner Bros., or J.K. Rowling, I must relinquish that right.
A/N: The story is half done! Now, it might seem a little boring and pointless now but it's leading up to something. Oh yeah, I've been getting a lot of heat from my friends about the title. There are NO CONDOMS involved in this story. The title reason will become clear soon.
Chapter 11: Ugh! Just stop!
Ron and Harry looked infuriated. Hermione looked at all three of them and bit her lip. Here we go, Ginny thought.
Draco was feeling a mixture of emotions. Blissful and murderous. Blissful because he and Ginny were somewhat acquaintances now. Murderous because of what Ginny had told him about his father. He snapped at two Hufflepuff first years, a third year Ravenclaw, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, before he got to room. At least he had a private dorm. (*Perks for being head boy.*) Ooh he hated his father so much! How dare he! And to Ginny of all people! Not that he would've been angry had he known. He would've been horrified, curious even, but not worried or (*gulp*) scared. Then he remembered the letter.
"That sadistic bastard!" he yelled. Draco was so angry that he made a vow. He would not go through with that initiation. He would rather die. He didn't want to torture and scare little kids. Plotting to kill for sick pleasure, or some half human. "Never." He had to warn Ginny. But if he told her he would lose her trust.
"Ginny," Ron started slowly, "Where were you?"
"Out." Ginny shrugged.
"With?" He asked calmly.
"People?"
"Don't make jokes Virginia!" Ron screamed.
"Ron, calm down." Hermione said, grabbing his arm. He yanked out of her reach and continued. "Ginny, I'm only gonna ask you once-."
"Were you with Malfoy?" Harry said quietly. Ginny looked at him and fear rose inside her. His eyes flashed dangerously as he looked in the fire. Ginny came back to herself and spoke:
"I don't have to take this." Ginny started. "Just stop it! Ugh! Every time I go somewhere you can't go bonkers Ron!"
"Who were you with?" Harry repeated loudly.
"None of your bloody business!" Ginny screamed and stomped upstairs. A couple of minutes later, Hermione came. She knocked twice then entered. "Hermione I know what you're going to say. I know they want to protect me but they can't control me!"
"I know, I know." She said stroking Ginny's hair. "It's just they really care. They'll get over it someday. Once you've married they'll forget all about it." Hermione said. Ginny laughed at this.
"Thanks Hermione." Ginny said wiping her eyes. "You seem to be the only one who isn't utterly mad."
"No problem." She waved a hand. "Night Gin."
"Night 'Mione." Ginny was about to turn out her light, when Hercules flew in. "Well hi there." She recognized it as the same owl who had given her the mystery note. She wondered why Draco was sending her post this late. "You're beautiful. Ginny smiled as the owl nipped her finger softly and held out a letter for her. It read:
"Ginny-
Don't ask why, just trust me. Go nowhere alone. Stay with Potter in your spare time. Don't stay out too late. I'll owl you of when we'll meet next. Trust me.
-Draco"
This made Ginny see red. Why did Draco want her to stay with Harry? Harry of all people? And why could he arrange the next meeting between them and not her? For all she cared, Harry, Ron, and Draco could stick it as far as it would go. She could take care of herself.