How To Be Bad
by x0firefly0x
Summary: Ginny Weasley is sick of being innocent. She's sick of being forgotten by boys. What to do? Take lessons in being bad of course! Her tutor? Draco Malfoy. Sparks fly as lessons go on. DMGW. Rated PG-13 for cursing.
Disclaimer: I'm broke. I owe my little brother 5 dollars. Do you really think I'm J.K. Rowling? I thought so.
Shoutouts: Bon Bon 04 (Pryscilla), Oua, Degrassifiend2006 (JENNI!), my fave e-pal, Quill-angel68, and Jaye. Love you guys!
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Chapter 11: Is It Worth It?
Ginny woke up to find Draco gone, or rather, his warmth, gone. She didn't even remember falling asleep in the first place, nor did she remember him moving. Ginny looked around for any sign of him.
A bunch of Hufflepuffs were sitting nearby, pretending not to stare; her hot pink peasant blouse was twisted around the wrong way and was she was showing an extensive amount of cleavage. Ginny blushed, then turned towards the tree to fix her clothing, which was hard because the leather was sticking to her skin. Ginny slung her bag over her shoulder and stood up. Seeing Hermione nearby, she started to walk towards her, but stopped suddenly when she remembered they weren't speaking.
Tears pricked her hazel eyes, but determined not to cry in front of everyone, she walked swiftly to her Herbology class, the wind thankfully blowing the tears out of her eyes. Unfortunately, she got to the greenhouses extremely late. Ginny tried to walk in unnoticed, but as that was practically impossible, she was caught. Ginny apologized, but apparently that wasn't enough for Professor Sprout.
Five minutes later, Ginny walked out again, a pink slip clutched in her hand, heading mournfully to McGonagall's office. Once there, she cautiously rapped on the door.
"Come in," Professor McGonagall said curtly.
Ginny pushed the door open, adjusted her robes and scuttled in, looking at her hot pink kitten heels.
McGonagall lowered her glasses and said sternly, "Yes, Miss Weasley?"
"Professor, I've been sent to see you," Ginny said timidly, holding out the pink slip.
McGonagall looked at her questioningly took the paper, and read it.
"Coming in twenty minutes late to class, and dressing inappropriately (Ginny clutched her robes closer to her, hiding her racy leather ensemble), Miss Weasley? I should hope this will not become a pattern."
"It won't, ma'am," said Ginny with respect.
"Good. I suggest, however, you be on your best behavior. Considering your flawless school record-" Ginny gave her a look. -"Yes, Miss Weasley, even your first year; I shall only give you a warning."
Ginny gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Professor."
"You may go to your common room now," Professor McGonagall said sternly, then added, "and change your clothes!"
Ginny walked out of the office, happy she was getting off. She headed into the common room and slumped into a cushy armchair by the fire. Ginny looked around. 'Everyone's ignoring me,' Ginny thought sadly, putting her face in her hands. Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulderm causing Ginny to look up with alarm. It was Harry.
"Hey," Harry said cautiously.
"Hi, Harry," Ginny replied, quite happy that he was talking to her this rationally. She smiled at him.
Harry sat down, his unruly jet black hair messier than ever, easily revealing his lightning-bolt scar. Remember the event of the Chamber of Secrets, the scar made her feel like she was speaking to a kindred spirit. He gazed at her sadly.
Ginny sighed, saying feebly, "Do you think Hermione will ever forgive me?"
"I don't know, she's pretty upset," Harry said, kneading his forehead.
"Oh. So why'd you come to speak to me?"
"Because. *You* looked pretty upset. And as long as I've known you, you're not one to just betray your friends like that."
"Oh. Well, thanks," Ginny said gratefully, "I need a friend right now." Harry fidgeted, staring at her. Ginny felt some of her old feelings return when she felt the gaze of his sparkling emerald eyes. 'He just looks so... normal' Ginny thought, peering at him intently. For although Harry Potter was definitely not a normal boy, he was a boy with hormones, like every other. For, you see, Miss Ginny Weasley was, well...hot, for lack of better words. And Harry wasn't all that unattractive either. They both found themselves inexplicably drawn to the other.
'What about Draco?' said a sneaky little voice in Ginny's head, 'Oh yeah,' Ginny thought. She got up, looking in the direction of the dormitory.
"Sorry, Harry, but I-" Ginny was interrupted suddenly as she was pulled into a gutwrenchingly intense kiss. Even when it was over, the butterflies had not yet subsided. Harry looked embarrassed.
"Ginny," he said, spluttering, "I'm sorry-" This time it was Ginny who pulled him into an equally intense kiss. Fortunately, Ginny had an annoying voice in her head to tell her what was wrong and right. 'What about DRACO!' it squealed, 'What about him? You love him, don't you?!' Ginny pulled abruptly away from the kiss.
"I've got to go, Draco," Ginny blurted out.
"What?" Harry said, his eyes flashing beneath his round glasses. Ginny's hand flew up to cover her mouth.
"Harry, I didn't mean-" she began.
Harry spoke furiously, "So, I suppose you imagined I was *Malfoy* during that first kiss, and decided to have another go!" Harry's eyes resembled emerald flames as he yelled at her. Several people stared.
"No, Harry!" Ginny cried, as he wrenched himself from her grasp and started climbing the stairs to the boys' dormitories. Ginny backed up until her knees hit the couch and she collapsed into it. 'I can't take it anymore,' Ginny thought, sobbing, 'Is Draco really worth it?'
'Of course Draco's worth it!' the little voice inside her head replied, 'You love him, don't you?' 'Of course I do,' Ginny thought, getting up solemnly, walking with leaden feet to the stairs. She paused to look up at Hermione's prefect's dorm, -"But is he worth losing all my friends over? Is he worth losing everyone I ever cared about?' Ginny thought, her hand on the doorknob to her own dorm room. The voice didn't answer. Ginny slid down the length of the door, confused and upset. She stayed there until the sun's rays sunk down into the horizon, leaving shadows dancing across the walls. Ginny sighed and climbed into bed, resolving to tell Draco about how she felt the next day.
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"Love is the willingness to undergo sacrificial difficulties for the sake of another." -James Stenson
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter's purpose was simply to delve into Ginny's mind and feel her thoughts. Is she willing to sacrifice her dignity to be a slut, just for Draco's approval? We'll see next chapter. Sorry if this chapter is lacking something, but this was necessary.
nati1: Well, Draco is a very hypocritical person. Tons of guys are. They act one way in front of people, and another in front of the girlfriends. Hm-hm, you'll find out whether or not he was pretending next chapter. MUHAHAHA!
Nora: Like I explained before, Ginny calling Hermione a Mudblood was necessary for the plot. I love Hermione, but there's nuffin' I can do. Sorry. Oh, and you'll also see whether he was sleeping or not next chapter.
Darcy16: MUAHAHA! Being evil is fun. No wonder Draco is, lol.
Mystical Starlight: I fuckin' rock? THANKS!!!! Yay, that's a great compliment. Luv ya! Hehe.
elderberry: No, I am not English, and that's why I have stayed away from English slang. Sorry if I offended you.
CrazzieAddict06: Jaye, thanks for reviews! :)) Thanks for the compliment on the author's note, lol. Where's your new story? Did you upload it? Meet the Parents is a good movie, I agree. Now, I've gots to go!
Love and pickle juice, Mandy/Firefly
by x0firefly0x
Summary: Ginny Weasley is sick of being innocent. She's sick of being forgotten by boys. What to do? Take lessons in being bad of course! Her tutor? Draco Malfoy. Sparks fly as lessons go on. DMGW. Rated PG-13 for cursing.
Disclaimer: I'm broke. I owe my little brother 5 dollars. Do you really think I'm J.K. Rowling? I thought so.
Shoutouts: Bon Bon 04 (Pryscilla), Oua, Degrassifiend2006 (JENNI!), my fave e-pal, Quill-angel68, and Jaye. Love you guys!
OH YEAH!!!! I GOT 70 REVIEWS!!! YAY!!!!! MY GOAL IS: 80 REVIEWS!!!!
Chapter 11: Is It Worth It?
Ginny woke up to find Draco gone, or rather, his warmth, gone. She didn't even remember falling asleep in the first place, nor did she remember him moving. Ginny looked around for any sign of him.
A bunch of Hufflepuffs were sitting nearby, pretending not to stare; her hot pink peasant blouse was twisted around the wrong way and was she was showing an extensive amount of cleavage. Ginny blushed, then turned towards the tree to fix her clothing, which was hard because the leather was sticking to her skin. Ginny slung her bag over her shoulder and stood up. Seeing Hermione nearby, she started to walk towards her, but stopped suddenly when she remembered they weren't speaking.
Tears pricked her hazel eyes, but determined not to cry in front of everyone, she walked swiftly to her Herbology class, the wind thankfully blowing the tears out of her eyes. Unfortunately, she got to the greenhouses extremely late. Ginny tried to walk in unnoticed, but as that was practically impossible, she was caught. Ginny apologized, but apparently that wasn't enough for Professor Sprout.
Five minutes later, Ginny walked out again, a pink slip clutched in her hand, heading mournfully to McGonagall's office. Once there, she cautiously rapped on the door.
"Come in," Professor McGonagall said curtly.
Ginny pushed the door open, adjusted her robes and scuttled in, looking at her hot pink kitten heels.
McGonagall lowered her glasses and said sternly, "Yes, Miss Weasley?"
"Professor, I've been sent to see you," Ginny said timidly, holding out the pink slip.
McGonagall looked at her questioningly took the paper, and read it.
"Coming in twenty minutes late to class, and dressing inappropriately (Ginny clutched her robes closer to her, hiding her racy leather ensemble), Miss Weasley? I should hope this will not become a pattern."
"It won't, ma'am," said Ginny with respect.
"Good. I suggest, however, you be on your best behavior. Considering your flawless school record-" Ginny gave her a look. -"Yes, Miss Weasley, even your first year; I shall only give you a warning."
Ginny gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Professor."
"You may go to your common room now," Professor McGonagall said sternly, then added, "and change your clothes!"
Ginny walked out of the office, happy she was getting off. She headed into the common room and slumped into a cushy armchair by the fire. Ginny looked around. 'Everyone's ignoring me,' Ginny thought sadly, putting her face in her hands. Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulderm causing Ginny to look up with alarm. It was Harry.
"Hey," Harry said cautiously.
"Hi, Harry," Ginny replied, quite happy that he was talking to her this rationally. She smiled at him.
Harry sat down, his unruly jet black hair messier than ever, easily revealing his lightning-bolt scar. Remember the event of the Chamber of Secrets, the scar made her feel like she was speaking to a kindred spirit. He gazed at her sadly.
Ginny sighed, saying feebly, "Do you think Hermione will ever forgive me?"
"I don't know, she's pretty upset," Harry said, kneading his forehead.
"Oh. So why'd you come to speak to me?"
"Because. *You* looked pretty upset. And as long as I've known you, you're not one to just betray your friends like that."
"Oh. Well, thanks," Ginny said gratefully, "I need a friend right now." Harry fidgeted, staring at her. Ginny felt some of her old feelings return when she felt the gaze of his sparkling emerald eyes. 'He just looks so... normal' Ginny thought, peering at him intently. For although Harry Potter was definitely not a normal boy, he was a boy with hormones, like every other. For, you see, Miss Ginny Weasley was, well...hot, for lack of better words. And Harry wasn't all that unattractive either. They both found themselves inexplicably drawn to the other.
'What about Draco?' said a sneaky little voice in Ginny's head, 'Oh yeah,' Ginny thought. She got up, looking in the direction of the dormitory.
"Sorry, Harry, but I-" Ginny was interrupted suddenly as she was pulled into a gutwrenchingly intense kiss. Even when it was over, the butterflies had not yet subsided. Harry looked embarrassed.
"Ginny," he said, spluttering, "I'm sorry-" This time it was Ginny who pulled him into an equally intense kiss. Fortunately, Ginny had an annoying voice in her head to tell her what was wrong and right. 'What about DRACO!' it squealed, 'What about him? You love him, don't you?!' Ginny pulled abruptly away from the kiss.
"I've got to go, Draco," Ginny blurted out.
"What?" Harry said, his eyes flashing beneath his round glasses. Ginny's hand flew up to cover her mouth.
"Harry, I didn't mean-" she began.
Harry spoke furiously, "So, I suppose you imagined I was *Malfoy* during that first kiss, and decided to have another go!" Harry's eyes resembled emerald flames as he yelled at her. Several people stared.
"No, Harry!" Ginny cried, as he wrenched himself from her grasp and started climbing the stairs to the boys' dormitories. Ginny backed up until her knees hit the couch and she collapsed into it. 'I can't take it anymore,' Ginny thought, sobbing, 'Is Draco really worth it?'
'Of course Draco's worth it!' the little voice inside her head replied, 'You love him, don't you?' 'Of course I do,' Ginny thought, getting up solemnly, walking with leaden feet to the stairs. She paused to look up at Hermione's prefect's dorm, -"But is he worth losing all my friends over? Is he worth losing everyone I ever cared about?' Ginny thought, her hand on the doorknob to her own dorm room. The voice didn't answer. Ginny slid down the length of the door, confused and upset. She stayed there until the sun's rays sunk down into the horizon, leaving shadows dancing across the walls. Ginny sighed and climbed into bed, resolving to tell Draco about how she felt the next day.
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"Love is the willingness to undergo sacrificial difficulties for the sake of another." -James Stenson
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter's purpose was simply to delve into Ginny's mind and feel her thoughts. Is she willing to sacrifice her dignity to be a slut, just for Draco's approval? We'll see next chapter. Sorry if this chapter is lacking something, but this was necessary.
nati1: Well, Draco is a very hypocritical person. Tons of guys are. They act one way in front of people, and another in front of the girlfriends. Hm-hm, you'll find out whether or not he was pretending next chapter. MUHAHAHA!
Nora: Like I explained before, Ginny calling Hermione a Mudblood was necessary for the plot. I love Hermione, but there's nuffin' I can do. Sorry. Oh, and you'll also see whether he was sleeping or not next chapter.
Darcy16: MUAHAHA! Being evil is fun. No wonder Draco is, lol.
Mystical Starlight: I fuckin' rock? THANKS!!!! Yay, that's a great compliment. Luv ya! Hehe.
elderberry: No, I am not English, and that's why I have stayed away from English slang. Sorry if I offended you.
CrazzieAddict06: Jaye, thanks for reviews! :)) Thanks for the compliment on the author's note, lol. Where's your new story? Did you upload it? Meet the Parents is a good movie, I agree. Now, I've gots to go!
Love and pickle juice, Mandy/Firefly