Summary: It's Ginny's 6th year and she is tired of everyone treating her
like a child. She'd rather than die than be driven insane.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. No matter how hard I stalk- oops I mean um try.
A/N: Well kids (*sniff*) ahem! This is um (*sniff/ wipes face*) the last chapter. Ahem! I hope you enjoyed it as much as me. But don't fret, I have another fic coming called Leave it to Fates and, I still have e-mail. Which I need to check. Luv ya lots and may I present to you the last chapter of Always Use Protection!
Chapter 20: The End Is Only The Beginning
Ginny was waiting outside of the Great Hall. Her hair was in pigtailed plaits, and she had on her Paul Frank pajamas. She had no idea who or what Paul Frank was, but she enjoyed the cute little monkeys all the same. They were a present from Hermione. She looked around and saw Draco headed towards her in black (*apparently silk*) pajamas. His hair was spiked outwards again, and he was wearing Old Navy flip-flops.
"Do you honestly sleep in that?" Ginny asked.
"Well I couldn't bloody well come naked!" Draco replied.
"Old Navy?" Ginny said. "That's not in Diagon Alley. Where did you get those?"
"On holiday in America. So?" Ginny cocked a brow. "So what if I like muggle shoes?! They're comfortable alright.!" Draco snapped. Ginny hid her chuckle and patted his shoulder softly in a "Mama knows" sort of way. They entered the hall together and looked around.
Draco was surprised to see Pansy there with Goyle. (*I think the kid that plays Goyle is cute. Like a large teddy bear with dimples.*) he excused himself from Ginny, and sauntered over to them. Draco caught Pansy alone and worked his trademark.
"Parkinson, if this is a way to make me jealous, stop please. You might break poor Gregory's heart."
Pansy rolled her eyes, yawned, checked her watch, and scoffed, all while Draco said this.
"On the contrary, I rather like Goyle. We have more in common than just you, and I'm sure I can manage myself so wipe that egocentric smirk off of your face." Pansy smiled. "Besides, you have your distractions," she said nodding her head at Ginny. "Let me have mine." Draco gave her a once over and smiled back. A truly genuine one. He left the situation at that and walked back to Ginny. That's when he took notice of the music. Nice rhythm. Funky beat. Wicked sounds. Draco thought as he heard the songs. Then he wondered where it was. He thought the music was coming from the big black boxes in the corners, but he wasn't sure so he decided to ask Ginny.
"What are those for?" Draco asked pointing to the boxes.
"Hermione said they're speakers. Sort of muggle voice magnifiers." Ginny answered.
"Whose that?" He asked again pointing to a man in front. He was standing behind a black table.
"Oh that's the Disk Jockey." Ginny answered. DJ for short. He plays the music."
"Ah, I see. So those spinning things are the diks?" Ginny laughed terribly for a moment, then seeing the hurt almost insulted- that- she- would- mock- him- twice- in- one- night look on his face she stopped. Then she said:
"Yes they are music disks."
The first couple of fast songs ended, and a slow song was playing. Draco held out his hand and Ginny took it. She noticed it was his left, the Dark Mark arm. She hoped beyond hope silently, that Draco would never, ever, need that mark. That he would just ignore it.
The way they danced pleased Draco. Her hands were on his neck, and her face buried deep into his shoulder. His hands were around her waist, his chin resting comfortably on her head. Yup, they fit together perfectly.
At least no aching toes tonight. Ginny thought smiling. They didn't need to speak. Ginny felt very light. Draco was on cloud nine. She felt like she could do or say anything, and Draco would be there. She felt safe. Draco made her feel safe. And she vowed then and there, sighing dreamily, that she would always have her protection.
FIN
A/N: Well I had a ball. I'll miss ya'll snazzy comments, but don't worry. Leave it to Fates is Premiering later this week! Ta ta for now!
~Amaka
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. No matter how hard I stalk- oops I mean um try.
A/N: Well kids (*sniff*) ahem! This is um (*sniff/ wipes face*) the last chapter. Ahem! I hope you enjoyed it as much as me. But don't fret, I have another fic coming called Leave it to Fates and, I still have e-mail. Which I need to check. Luv ya lots and may I present to you the last chapter of Always Use Protection!
Chapter 20: The End Is Only The Beginning
Ginny was waiting outside of the Great Hall. Her hair was in pigtailed plaits, and she had on her Paul Frank pajamas. She had no idea who or what Paul Frank was, but she enjoyed the cute little monkeys all the same. They were a present from Hermione. She looked around and saw Draco headed towards her in black (*apparently silk*) pajamas. His hair was spiked outwards again, and he was wearing Old Navy flip-flops.
"Do you honestly sleep in that?" Ginny asked.
"Well I couldn't bloody well come naked!" Draco replied.
"Old Navy?" Ginny said. "That's not in Diagon Alley. Where did you get those?"
"On holiday in America. So?" Ginny cocked a brow. "So what if I like muggle shoes?! They're comfortable alright.!" Draco snapped. Ginny hid her chuckle and patted his shoulder softly in a "Mama knows" sort of way. They entered the hall together and looked around.
Draco was surprised to see Pansy there with Goyle. (*I think the kid that plays Goyle is cute. Like a large teddy bear with dimples.*) he excused himself from Ginny, and sauntered over to them. Draco caught Pansy alone and worked his trademark.
"Parkinson, if this is a way to make me jealous, stop please. You might break poor Gregory's heart."
Pansy rolled her eyes, yawned, checked her watch, and scoffed, all while Draco said this.
"On the contrary, I rather like Goyle. We have more in common than just you, and I'm sure I can manage myself so wipe that egocentric smirk off of your face." Pansy smiled. "Besides, you have your distractions," she said nodding her head at Ginny. "Let me have mine." Draco gave her a once over and smiled back. A truly genuine one. He left the situation at that and walked back to Ginny. That's when he took notice of the music. Nice rhythm. Funky beat. Wicked sounds. Draco thought as he heard the songs. Then he wondered where it was. He thought the music was coming from the big black boxes in the corners, but he wasn't sure so he decided to ask Ginny.
"What are those for?" Draco asked pointing to the boxes.
"Hermione said they're speakers. Sort of muggle voice magnifiers." Ginny answered.
"Whose that?" He asked again pointing to a man in front. He was standing behind a black table.
"Oh that's the Disk Jockey." Ginny answered. DJ for short. He plays the music."
"Ah, I see. So those spinning things are the diks?" Ginny laughed terribly for a moment, then seeing the hurt almost insulted- that- she- would- mock- him- twice- in- one- night look on his face she stopped. Then she said:
"Yes they are music disks."
The first couple of fast songs ended, and a slow song was playing. Draco held out his hand and Ginny took it. She noticed it was his left, the Dark Mark arm. She hoped beyond hope silently, that Draco would never, ever, need that mark. That he would just ignore it.
The way they danced pleased Draco. Her hands were on his neck, and her face buried deep into his shoulder. His hands were around her waist, his chin resting comfortably on her head. Yup, they fit together perfectly.
At least no aching toes tonight. Ginny thought smiling. They didn't need to speak. Ginny felt very light. Draco was on cloud nine. She felt like she could do or say anything, and Draco would be there. She felt safe. Draco made her feel safe. And she vowed then and there, sighing dreamily, that she would always have her protection.
FIN
A/N: Well I had a ball. I'll miss ya'll snazzy comments, but don't worry. Leave it to Fates is Premiering later this week! Ta ta for now!
~Amaka