Summary: It's Ginny's 6th year and she's tired of everyone treating her
like a child. She'd rather die than be driven insane.
Disclaimer: 'Twas the brilliant mind of Joanna K? Rowling that thought of these brilliant characters. A/N: I'm listening to the Ocean's Eleven soundtrack. If u haven't heard it tut tut itz excellent! I just noticed something. I'm a girl, and yes I'm straight, but isn't Emma Watson hot? I mean, she's only thirteen and look at her. She's gorgy! Anyway, the story is quickly coming to a close. This is my favorite chapter though so, as Coca~Cola would say: ENJOY!
Chapter 19: Will You?
Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the Gryffindor common room discussing their dates to the PJ dance. (*Remember that? Ball sounds too formal for those of you wondering.*) But it seemed to Ginny however, that they were only discussing her date, and were talking with intertwined fingers.
"How about. Terry Boot?" Hermione asked tapping a finger to her chin.
"That wanker?! He's always talking about who he'd bed and bin next! Ginny, I forbid you to-."
"Ron, brother dearest of mine, pardon me, but who are you going with?" Ginny asked. She tried to hide the ginormous grin playing at her lips. She knew perfectly well Ron was going with Hermione but she just wanted to see him blush.
"Well- you- I- of course it's- you know- ahem- Hermione." Ron sputtered. Hermione laughed and kissed him on the cheek making him blush deeply. Harry came in second later, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He had a dopey almost love struck look on his face and his hair was messier than usual.
"Have fun mate?" Ron asked.
"Lots." Harry replied breathlessly.
"So studying with Lavender is fun, eh Harry?" Ginny chuckled. Harry grinned as he made his way to his dormitory.
"Well, I need to get some air. This dance business is driving me bonkers!" Ginny sighed.
"Bye Gin." Ron and Hermione said together. She headed to the entrance hall. She decided she would visit Hagrid and Fang, seeing as how the both of them loved to have company. She was almost out of the alcove when a hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her newly repaired arm.
"Ow! Hey, I just got that fixed!" he snapped massaging her shoulder.
"Sorry, I forgot China dolls were fragile." Draco said sincerely.
"China doll? What happened to rag doll?" Ginny asked grinning.
"Sarcasm. C'est belle no?" Draco replied.
"Oui, mon ami." Ginny was about to smile, when she discovered something. "Are you (*gulp*) cured?" she asked staring at the floor. Draco grabbed (*not violently though!*) the back of her head and pulled it up to face him. Then he leaned in to kiss her. Ginny let her hands fall limply to her side, and felt the kiss stiffen her knees. Draco stopped to take a breath, then asked:
"Virginia Weasley, will you go to the Pajama dance with me?" Ginny looked surprised a moment, but hugged him and laughed.
"Of course I will."
They kissed and held hands and kissed some more. It would have been annoying if they weren't so cute together. It seemed to Ginny, that this whole "situation" was irrational. A Weasley and a Malfoy? C'est impossible. The walked around the lake and for some reason (*fate perhaps?*) they walked along the edge of the Dark forest. Ginny noticed Hagrid's Hut, and remembering her original plan, she led Draco over there.
"Trust me Draco, if you just talked to him, you would see how sweet he really is." Ginny whined.
"Sweet? Please Ginny, my stomach is already turning." Draco grimaced. Ginny rolled her eyes at him, and knocked on the door. A booming bark came from the other side.
"It's me Hagrid!" Ginny yelled over Fang.
"Oh hello Ginny! Jus' a momen'." Hagrid opened the door wide and beamed at her. "Glad ya came ter see me darlin'." Ginny smiled back at him and stepped inside. Hagrid however, completely ignored Draco's presence and slammed the door in his face.
"Hagrid!" Ginny yelled. "I brought him here!"
"Oh. Ahem. Sorry dear." Hagrid mumbled. Ginny had the slightest idea, that Hagrid did not mean that apology. Letting Draco in, Hagrid left the door ajar long enough for Fang to bound outside. "Ginny, do you min' runnin' ou'side with Fang? He hasn' been ou' all in a few days."
"Oh. Sure Hagrid." Once Ginny stepped out, Hagrid shut the door before Draco could exit. Hagrid was blocking the door directly in front of Draco, and that was when Draco noted how large Hagrid actually was.
"Sit." Hagrid mumbled. As he did, Draco took in the cabin. It was rather cozy. Not as revolting as Draco thought it would be. Sure, he had peeked in many times, but that was to spy on the Dream Team. He had never actually wanted to come in.
Draco sat (*albeit reluctantly*) in the large armchair near the fireplace, and looked out of the window. He could see Ginny running from Fang, then collapsing, letting Fang lick her entire face spit and all. After seeing that, Draco still wanted to kiss her. Draco felt a gaze, and turned to see Hagrid towering right above him and glaring at him. Draco gulped and looked into his eyes.
"I don' know what yer playin' at Malfoy, but Ginny is a smart girl. If she fancies you, then there's some hope for ya yet. But you mark my words, one complaint and yer min'. Understand?"
Draco gulped again and spoke:
"Completely." He had tried to sound defiant but his voice came out dangerously mouselike.
"Righ' then. Tea?" Hagrid asked cheerfully.
A/N: hope u guys liked it. Hagrid is one of my favorite characters. Fred and George remain number one though! I realize they are 2 different people but come on now. Don't bring technicalities into fiction. I used French again in this story. I was told my last French use was wrong, and I apologize. I can speak, but je ne ecrive pas. I think I said, I cannot write. RRR! Luv amaka.
Disclaimer: 'Twas the brilliant mind of Joanna K? Rowling that thought of these brilliant characters. A/N: I'm listening to the Ocean's Eleven soundtrack. If u haven't heard it tut tut itz excellent! I just noticed something. I'm a girl, and yes I'm straight, but isn't Emma Watson hot? I mean, she's only thirteen and look at her. She's gorgy! Anyway, the story is quickly coming to a close. This is my favorite chapter though so, as Coca~Cola would say: ENJOY!
Chapter 19: Will You?
Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the Gryffindor common room discussing their dates to the PJ dance. (*Remember that? Ball sounds too formal for those of you wondering.*) But it seemed to Ginny however, that they were only discussing her date, and were talking with intertwined fingers.
"How about. Terry Boot?" Hermione asked tapping a finger to her chin.
"That wanker?! He's always talking about who he'd bed and bin next! Ginny, I forbid you to-."
"Ron, brother dearest of mine, pardon me, but who are you going with?" Ginny asked. She tried to hide the ginormous grin playing at her lips. She knew perfectly well Ron was going with Hermione but she just wanted to see him blush.
"Well- you- I- of course it's- you know- ahem- Hermione." Ron sputtered. Hermione laughed and kissed him on the cheek making him blush deeply. Harry came in second later, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He had a dopey almost love struck look on his face and his hair was messier than usual.
"Have fun mate?" Ron asked.
"Lots." Harry replied breathlessly.
"So studying with Lavender is fun, eh Harry?" Ginny chuckled. Harry grinned as he made his way to his dormitory.
"Well, I need to get some air. This dance business is driving me bonkers!" Ginny sighed.
"Bye Gin." Ron and Hermione said together. She headed to the entrance hall. She decided she would visit Hagrid and Fang, seeing as how the both of them loved to have company. She was almost out of the alcove when a hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her newly repaired arm.
"Ow! Hey, I just got that fixed!" he snapped massaging her shoulder.
"Sorry, I forgot China dolls were fragile." Draco said sincerely.
"China doll? What happened to rag doll?" Ginny asked grinning.
"Sarcasm. C'est belle no?" Draco replied.
"Oui, mon ami." Ginny was about to smile, when she discovered something. "Are you (*gulp*) cured?" she asked staring at the floor. Draco grabbed (*not violently though!*) the back of her head and pulled it up to face him. Then he leaned in to kiss her. Ginny let her hands fall limply to her side, and felt the kiss stiffen her knees. Draco stopped to take a breath, then asked:
"Virginia Weasley, will you go to the Pajama dance with me?" Ginny looked surprised a moment, but hugged him and laughed.
"Of course I will."
They kissed and held hands and kissed some more. It would have been annoying if they weren't so cute together. It seemed to Ginny, that this whole "situation" was irrational. A Weasley and a Malfoy? C'est impossible. The walked around the lake and for some reason (*fate perhaps?*) they walked along the edge of the Dark forest. Ginny noticed Hagrid's Hut, and remembering her original plan, she led Draco over there.
"Trust me Draco, if you just talked to him, you would see how sweet he really is." Ginny whined.
"Sweet? Please Ginny, my stomach is already turning." Draco grimaced. Ginny rolled her eyes at him, and knocked on the door. A booming bark came from the other side.
"It's me Hagrid!" Ginny yelled over Fang.
"Oh hello Ginny! Jus' a momen'." Hagrid opened the door wide and beamed at her. "Glad ya came ter see me darlin'." Ginny smiled back at him and stepped inside. Hagrid however, completely ignored Draco's presence and slammed the door in his face.
"Hagrid!" Ginny yelled. "I brought him here!"
"Oh. Ahem. Sorry dear." Hagrid mumbled. Ginny had the slightest idea, that Hagrid did not mean that apology. Letting Draco in, Hagrid left the door ajar long enough for Fang to bound outside. "Ginny, do you min' runnin' ou'side with Fang? He hasn' been ou' all in a few days."
"Oh. Sure Hagrid." Once Ginny stepped out, Hagrid shut the door before Draco could exit. Hagrid was blocking the door directly in front of Draco, and that was when Draco noted how large Hagrid actually was.
"Sit." Hagrid mumbled. As he did, Draco took in the cabin. It was rather cozy. Not as revolting as Draco thought it would be. Sure, he had peeked in many times, but that was to spy on the Dream Team. He had never actually wanted to come in.
Draco sat (*albeit reluctantly*) in the large armchair near the fireplace, and looked out of the window. He could see Ginny running from Fang, then collapsing, letting Fang lick her entire face spit and all. After seeing that, Draco still wanted to kiss her. Draco felt a gaze, and turned to see Hagrid towering right above him and glaring at him. Draco gulped and looked into his eyes.
"I don' know what yer playin' at Malfoy, but Ginny is a smart girl. If she fancies you, then there's some hope for ya yet. But you mark my words, one complaint and yer min'. Understand?"
Draco gulped again and spoke:
"Completely." He had tried to sound defiant but his voice came out dangerously mouselike.
"Righ' then. Tea?" Hagrid asked cheerfully.
A/N: hope u guys liked it. Hagrid is one of my favorite characters. Fred and George remain number one though! I realize they are 2 different people but come on now. Don't bring technicalities into fiction. I used French again in this story. I was told my last French use was wrong, and I apologize. I can speak, but je ne ecrive pas. I think I said, I cannot write. RRR! Luv amaka.