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Warning: Slightly AU-ish
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: Own nothing.
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ReaD BeTweeN Thy GoLden LiNes
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Addicted.
" 'Earth is crammed with Heaven' " Ginny quoted, still caught in the throes of sleep, half aware of her own small hand, the one caressing away at the ruffled head of her family's pet owl.
She was at the owlery, as usual; enjoying a moment of stillness, save only for the occasional hoot or the ruffle of an owl's wing. Her cheek was placed blissfully upon the coldness of a diamond paned window, gazing thoughtfully at the sun. Watching it as it rose to reign.
Dawn.
Pig, as Ron so lovingly calls him, was perched cozily in the warmth of her bent arm, arching his head once or twice to meet the stroke of her other hand. Enjoying the pleasure his owner was giving him, he snuggled deeper and to her heat, he buried his tiny head seeking it out.
Unaware and clearly lost in her myriad thoughts, Ginny watched the pinkish brilliance of the golden sun above. Watched as her light washed over the crimson petals and set the olive and jade leaves ablaze. Watched as the lily pads upon the now shimmering lake, glisten and come alive as the orange light assaulted everything in its path.
Closing her eyes, as the daylight now streamed through the windows to coat its inhabits in gold, she recited a poem that seemed to fit nature's mood...And her own.
Pink,
small, and punctual.
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll,
Next to
the robin
In every human soul.
Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee, Nature
forswears
Antiquity.
As if jolted from her senses, Ginny peeked at the small content bundle in her arms, now aware of the absence of his pleasurable hooting even though her fingers were unconsciously still fondling the fine silken feathers atop his fuzzy little head.
Smiling softly at Pig but rather discomforted by how hot the room had gotten, Ginny turned away from nature's painting and perched him on his stool, taking good care not to jerk wake him with her movements.
Just as she was exiting the owlery, she caught sight of a dark corner, seeming enveloped and veiled in black...Save only for two amber circles peering maliciously at her...
Suddenly, her heart thundered.
Somewhat hypnotized by the lull of those powerful eyes, for they were eyes, Ginny was sure of it, she was caught still when the blackness dissolved away to show a strong arrogant peak.
The
walnut feather clad shape gleamed proudly as it showed the unmistaken body of
that of an Eagle.
Draco Malfoy's Eagle.
Now very uncomfortable, she busied herself by brushing away helplessly at the loose reddish strands that escaped her high ponytail. Warily turning her back against the sharp shrewd look of his Eagle, one thought swirled in her mind...
No, No, an Eagle. Not an owl. An Eagle. Never a fuzzy little cute owl, but, like him, a vicious obnoxious-
Hearing the angry hoot behind her back, she didnt hesitate for a second, and scrambled for all her worth outside the owlery.
Not until she was safely down the set of stairs that led to the owlery, did she stop and breath and think about her actions.
Snorting at herself, she rearranged her Hogwarts uniform and proceeded to head straight down the hall, glancing once or twice behind her back...Just to check..
Heading for the Great Hall, where Breakfast was served at the moment, she rather reluctantly let her thoughts take hold. Knowing where they might take her, she grimaced before finally giving in.
Malfoy.
Ginny sighed resignedly, knowing well that she couldn't escape him, even in her thoughts.
You see, my friend, Ginny is becoming rather...Addicted...
She wasn't personally aware of him until two weeks ago. She heard of him, and lets not kid ourselves, who hadn't, but she didnt quite associate with him until a while ago.
And that was purely by accident.
You see, she decided, two weeks ago, to join one of the many clubs that Hogwarts offered. There was only one she was rather interested in and that club in itself was fairly new. It was just open, and it seemed the idea of this club was taken rather well by the students.
Very very well.
It was after all, a Newspaper's club, and it doesn't really justify the hyperness that overtook the castle at that time...But then again, maybe the students were excited and eager to start their own newspaper... Written solely to pleasure Hogwarts finniest minds...Yes, maybe that was it...Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on Ginny's part...
Only later does our heroine find the real reason for the hustle and bustle that overtook the majority of Hogwarts female population.
And by that time it was already too late.
You see, the President/editor of the club hated to waste his time with –mindless fools- and so devised a plan in which the –imbeciles- who want to join would have to write why they want to join and why he should pick them and waste his precious time on their -worthlessness- on one loose leaf paper and to place it under the club's poster.
In other words, Ginny had no idea who the president of the club was, since he didnt want to interview them like the rest of the clubs did. She just saw the poster on the bulletin board in the Great hall and placed her paper under it, as it instructed...
Here, you'll see what she's talking about:
Excerpt from the newspaper club's poster:
PS. Put your paper in the basket below the poster. Yes, please do follow the arrow where it's pointing and put it neatly inside. Scribbles and egregious grammatical errors will not be tolerated. If you do summit one that slightly resembles our native tongue, then I'll have to report you to the nearest village, since they might be in dire need of an idiot.
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The poster was a dead give away to who wrote it, but Ginny, being Ginny paid it no heed. Being at that moment slightly drunken on the promise of literature and parchment and ink, she idly placed her paper and skipped along the hall...
Yes, it wasn't until later that she understood why all the girls were so interested.
Yes, later...for now he was her 'boss' in the truest plainest blackest form of meaning.
Yes, he is. For two weeks now.
Two addictive weeks.
Yes, my friend, Ginny Weasley is now very addicted.
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Eh.
End of Chapter one.
Sorta of Introduction chapter.