Disclaimer - You know I only found out the meaning of that word for this
story. How strange and oh yeah, I don't own anything except the plot (and
there IS a plot!)
Smut - I don't usually write it, but someone (who shall remain nameless) has done a wonderful job for me. If you wanna see it, email me @ -
tim_tam_lives@hotmail.com
Gothicmione
Red hot Ginny -
But first, all of you have been BEGGING me for another commercial so here it is, in the fle.ink? Lol.
Lavender - You know Hermione? Maybe if you had some of this stuff, you'd stop being such a prissy teachers pet.
Hermione - What is it, Lavender?
Lavender - Why it's Tequila, Hermione!
Voiceover - That's right kids! Drink Tequila out of your Goblet of Fire and escape from The Order (Of the Phoenix) of you daily life. Free your inner Prisoner (Of Azkaban.) I'M SIRIUS! (As in serious.)
* * * Ginny Weasley was sitting in her room with a flower in her pale, delicate hands.
'He loves me . . .he loves me not. He loves me . . .he loves me not. He loves me . . .he loves me . . .not.' She frowned and a tear dripped from her eye.
'Come one Ginny . . .he's with HER now. Just face it.' She said to herself, picking up the bruised white petals off her bed and charming them so that they flew into the bin.
'Viva petalus riviemo' They soared lightly through the air, knowing exactly what to do, where to go.
'Wish I knew everywhere to go. I'm so fucking lost.'
Somebody was calling her from outside her room. Two people.
'Ginny . . .Ginny . . .come on! It's dinner time!
'I'M NOT COMING!'
There were footsteps up the stairs, frantic footsteps.
Hermione pulled back Ginny's bed curtain and looked inside.
'Ginny, you hvaen't eaten since the day before yesterday. What's gotten into you?' She said, breathing heavily.
'Talk to me about Harry.'Said Ginny, eagerly pulling her friend onto her bed.
'Oh . . .but dinner starts in . . .
Ginny glared at her sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
'Fine. Harry can wait. What do you want to know?'
'Is he a good kisser?' She said, looking toward the door where Harry might be standing if he was with Ginny.
'Amazing kisser. He's so . . .delicate. You wouldn't think, I mean after watching him play quidditch . . .he just looks so rough but he's . . .oh Ginny, I didn't mean to upset you . . .oh damn I'm so sorry. Look stay here, I'll go and get Mcgonagle.'
'PROFESSOR?! WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT PROFESSOR MCGONAGLE?! ARE YOU INSANE?! JUST GET AWAY FROM ME!'
Hermione left, apologising at every step, but Ginny did not liste.
Long after she had left, Ginny was lying awake in bed.
'He loves me not.'
* * *
I loved that chapter. The raw emotion. Lol.
Hope u enjoyed it. Review now with any suggestions, constructive crit. etc.
Love ya still,
Tanx
Smut - I don't usually write it, but someone (who shall remain nameless) has done a wonderful job for me. If you wanna see it, email me @ -
tim_tam_lives@hotmail.com
Gothicmione
Red hot Ginny -
But first, all of you have been BEGGING me for another commercial so here it is, in the fle.ink? Lol.
Lavender - You know Hermione? Maybe if you had some of this stuff, you'd stop being such a prissy teachers pet.
Hermione - What is it, Lavender?
Lavender - Why it's Tequila, Hermione!
Voiceover - That's right kids! Drink Tequila out of your Goblet of Fire and escape from The Order (Of the Phoenix) of you daily life. Free your inner Prisoner (Of Azkaban.) I'M SIRIUS! (As in serious.)
* * * Ginny Weasley was sitting in her room with a flower in her pale, delicate hands.
'He loves me . . .he loves me not. He loves me . . .he loves me not. He loves me . . .he loves me . . .not.' She frowned and a tear dripped from her eye.
'Come one Ginny . . .he's with HER now. Just face it.' She said to herself, picking up the bruised white petals off her bed and charming them so that they flew into the bin.
'Viva petalus riviemo' They soared lightly through the air, knowing exactly what to do, where to go.
'Wish I knew everywhere to go. I'm so fucking lost.'
Somebody was calling her from outside her room. Two people.
'Ginny . . .Ginny . . .come on! It's dinner time!
'I'M NOT COMING!'
There were footsteps up the stairs, frantic footsteps.
Hermione pulled back Ginny's bed curtain and looked inside.
'Ginny, you hvaen't eaten since the day before yesterday. What's gotten into you?' She said, breathing heavily.
'Talk to me about Harry.'Said Ginny, eagerly pulling her friend onto her bed.
'Oh . . .but dinner starts in . . .
Ginny glared at her sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
'Fine. Harry can wait. What do you want to know?'
'Is he a good kisser?' She said, looking toward the door where Harry might be standing if he was with Ginny.
'Amazing kisser. He's so . . .delicate. You wouldn't think, I mean after watching him play quidditch . . .he just looks so rough but he's . . .oh Ginny, I didn't mean to upset you . . .oh damn I'm so sorry. Look stay here, I'll go and get Mcgonagle.'
'PROFESSOR?! WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT PROFESSOR MCGONAGLE?! ARE YOU INSANE?! JUST GET AWAY FROM ME!'
Hermione left, apologising at every step, but Ginny did not liste.
Long after she had left, Ginny was lying awake in bed.
'He loves me not.'
* * *
I loved that chapter. The raw emotion. Lol.
Hope u enjoyed it. Review now with any suggestions, constructive crit. etc.
Love ya still,
Tanx