NOTE: To all you Stuck readers out there, this is the sequel. Er.second
chapter. I hadn't planned on writing it, but there you go. Read and please
do review. Constructive criticism is welcome, so go ahead.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own them. They are not mine. Characters and everything else belongs to the one, the only, Miss Jaaaaay Kaaaaay Rowling! (If you've seen 'A Knight's Tale', you'll semi-understand. That's me trying to be Chaucer. You know, "The one, the only, Sir Ulllllllrich von Lichtenstein!" Of course, he sounded much more impressive. Mine, that was pathetic.)
RATING: PG-13, Ladies and Gents!
AUTHOR: L88er-az a.k.a. Master Aida (as thought of by my friend the eunuch, Silveretta (She isn't, really. Just an inside joke. Mind, I wouldn't be surprised, what with the green tights and churning out of prose in dusty old attics.Kidding Caz).
IN 'STUCK'...
Ginny's feeling a little down in the dumps from seeing ex-boyfriend Draco Malfoy chat up to anything in a skirt after their break-up (song fic from 'Stuck' by Stacie Orrico. See the vid, kinda similar, I admit, but Gins is slightly more depressed and angry than Ms. Orrico). Anyway, when she's thinking, a certain dark haired Slyth appears to give her some comfort..
To my lovely reviewers, I am awed. I might not have had as many reviews as some, but you guys are great!!!!!!
A brief shout out and some messages. Thanks to:
Impetuous, Emerald Storm1, awe_stuck_reader, Silveretta, KitKat, super me2, b. maude, eve granger and my nameless reviewer. Thanks guys!!!! You are the best. I am humbled.
Emerald Sorm1: There really isn't a real reason for me to have to use a song. It just.there's more to relate to it. The lyrics help you tell the story, a little. So songs are good. Besides, if an author feels a bit "Stuck", the lyrics might just save the day.
A_s_r: sorry. Abbreviations are needed at this point. I am so sorry that I didn't use your songs, but thanks so much for the suggestions! I'll look them up and actually, your ideas about what was going to happen wasn't so far off the mark. But I've only outlined things roughly in my head, so no worries!
Super me2: Thank you. Glad I am not of the norm. And excellent? *turns away, blushing. Scuffs toe of boot in dirt* aww, shucks.
Song fic from '(there's gotta be) More To Life)' by Stacie Orrico
Anyway, here goes: -------------------------------------------fic here------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------
I've got it all, but I feel so deprived
I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside
Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing
And why can't I let go
He watched her. He knew that she didn't realize it. At one time, she would have been aware of every single thing that he did. But there you go; life was a bitch, wasn't she? And why the hell was he watching her, anyway? Why the hell should he care that she was hanging out with Zabini? He had ended things between them, he! Not her. so why was he obsessing about it? He was Draco fucking Malfoy. The scion of the Malfoys, the heir of an unmatched fortune. Richer than most of the insufferable prats in his house and Gryffindor put together. He was the muggle equivalent of a billionaire. Then why the hell didn't he care, a voice whispered in his head. He scowled. Why indeed.
There's gotta be more to life...
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I'm...
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more
Than wanting more
His very aim in life was to have fun, and to hell with everybody. He could have anything, everything, so he wanted everything. He'd been pretty damn successful with it, too. It was like.what muggles called a 'high'. Adrenaline pumping, heart racing and just letting himself go and forget. He'd tried drugs (muggle and wizard), booze (again, muggle and wizard). He'd tried smoking, clubbing. Sex. Lost himself in each and every one. But it hadn't been enough. He always searched for bigger, better. The Ultimate High. Then Virginia Weasley got into his life and she'd been his next goal. And when he'd got her..he'd never wanted to let her go. Although he would never admit it, that scared him to death. The fact that he'd felt that strongly for her. He was only 17, yet he felt like she was already becoming his world. And he got thinking. Maybe it was enough. Maybe more wasn't an option. The Ultimate, Temporary High could be soothed by her. Ginny. Red. His own Sin.
I've got the time and I'm wasting it slowly
Here in this moment I'm half way out the door
Onto the next thing, I'm searching for something that's missing
Ginny had made him realize that a part of him had been empty. A part of him that she filled up. But Merlin, he had been so scared. Suddenly, it wasn't just fun and sex. Suddenly, I had nothing to do with kisses and touches. It had no tie whatsoever with how he made her sigh, made her melt. How he could make her scream his name with his mouth alone. It had everything to do with HER. Ginny Weasley. Virginia. She made him laugh, smile, grin. She brought out the best in him. In turn, he made worshipped her body, made her moan and glow. Made her his. It had mattered, when so many before hadn't before her. It came to a point when times spent without her would ache like a physical pain. That made his blood run cold, made him review just how bloody important Miss Virginia Louise Weasley was to him. The answer had been shocking. SHE WAS EVERYTHING. He'd nearly passed out at the realization. How? How had it gotten like this? How had this beautiful, slip of a girl break down his defences and make him care for her? He didn't know, but he didn't stay to find out. So he did the only decent thing he could think of doing. He let her go.
There's gotta be more to life...
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I'm...
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more
Than wanting more
He'd went back to the only things he thought mattered. Drugs, booze, sex. Girl after girl, after girl came and went. None stayed, no one. In the end, even Parkinson had gone. He hadn't really like her, he'd admit. He just went with her because:
she was a good lay Ginny hated her with a passion
He'd gone through females like.like an animal. One after the other in a
quest to forget, to feel. But forgetting was so much harder now. The
emptiness had returned tenfold. He was once again searching for that
Ultimate High. Once again, it stayed just out of his reach. Daddy's money
was no use. It was his damn battle, he'd fight it! He didn't need any
sodding help. Then, seeing her with Zabini, those thoughts he'd
entertained before, with her, came back. He smiled, humourlessly and
quoted a muggle song Gin had liked under his breath: "Cause there more
that I'm tripping out thinking there must be more to life, well it's
life, but I'm sure, there's gotta be more than wanting more."
Merlin, how bloody true. There just had to be more, it just had to or
he'd go insane! He needed to believe that it was not all, had to believe
that his endless pursuit of pleasure wasn't it. He refused to believe
otherwise! She had seen the better part of him even he had not known
existed. And he quite liked the bugger. He wasn't about to let him go.
Than waiting on something other than this
Why am I feelin' like there's something I missed.....
Forever just out of his reach, damn him. Damn her! Because everyday he woke up feeling like he wasn't fully a man, wasn't fully himself. He felt like there was a part of him missing. And he wondered, what the hell it was. It was a dull throbbing ache that might not ache, but was a constant reminder. She'd always known what to do, she'd always been there for him. Draco scowled, he was still thinking about her, no matter how many times he told himself to stop. He had to tell himself to stop staring at the corner of the library where Zabini and Ginny were studying. Well, maybe not studying. They were grinning, laughing. He smiled at the pretty red head and he, Draco, knew that Zabini had fallen. He didn't blame the poor guy, not really. Not when he'd fallen under the littlest Weasley's charms himself.
The familiar way she touched him made him wonder if they were...Draco's mouth turned grim. Of course they would be lovers. He and Gin had been, that far into their relationship. Hell, their relationship was based on sex. What made him that her hers and Zabini's were any different? He had to suppress a wave of such intense jealousy as Zabini kissed HIS GIRL that it made him almost dizzy. He dug his nails into his palms in order to keep some of his wits about him. A second, stronger bout of jealousy filled when Ginny shot Zabini a naughty, seductive look and dragged him by the hand to a private study room. He had to use all of us willpower not to jump up and kick down the door, because he KNEW what they were doing. And it wasn't studying, unless it was anatomy. Hell, he'd fucked her brainless in that very room himself. He should know. He'd let her go. HE'D let her go. HE'D let HER go. It really was quite twisted.
There's gotta be more to life...
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I'm...
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more
Than wanting more
He'd lived in an eternal quest for pleasure, always wanting more. Ironic, really; he thought, clearing out his things and stalking out before the two sexbirds came out; that he'd had the Ultimate High, his greatest pleasure, that he'd gotten his more.. and he pushed it away. Because he'd really had it. He'd had her, Ginny. And he'd done the Malfoy thing and let her go. Stupid blind git. He bumped into someone a in his hurry to get out. He muttered an apology, looked into the exotically pretty face of Cho Chang and smiled humourlessly as the pretty Chinese girl shot him this sexy, come hither look. Ah. He'd found his cold comfort of the night. Ginny would be pissed at his choice, he thought as he smiled at Cho and began to effortlessly charm his way into his activity of the night. In her bed. Not really into it because she wasn't Ginny.
Fic ended. Feedback is so welcome. I know this is a little short, but it tells all. Tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
3rd part of this little "series" of mine has been written down. All I have to do is somehow wrangle a few hours on my dad's computer to type it all up. Thinking of making it R, though. Some medium sexual scenes. Felt compelled to write it at the way this was going.
Oh, shippers of HP, I just started out a HP posting fic group. Join in if you guys love the books. Site is:
N.B. I know Cho is supposed to be gone if Draco and Blaise are in 7th year. Imagine she had to stay back a year cause she failed her exams due to a disastrous love life, eh? =)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own them. They are not mine. Characters and everything else belongs to the one, the only, Miss Jaaaaay Kaaaaay Rowling! (If you've seen 'A Knight's Tale', you'll semi-understand. That's me trying to be Chaucer. You know, "The one, the only, Sir Ulllllllrich von Lichtenstein!" Of course, he sounded much more impressive. Mine, that was pathetic.)
RATING: PG-13, Ladies and Gents!
AUTHOR: L88er-az a.k.a. Master Aida (as thought of by my friend the eunuch, Silveretta (She isn't, really. Just an inside joke. Mind, I wouldn't be surprised, what with the green tights and churning out of prose in dusty old attics.Kidding Caz).
IN 'STUCK'...
Ginny's feeling a little down in the dumps from seeing ex-boyfriend Draco Malfoy chat up to anything in a skirt after their break-up (song fic from 'Stuck' by Stacie Orrico. See the vid, kinda similar, I admit, but Gins is slightly more depressed and angry than Ms. Orrico). Anyway, when she's thinking, a certain dark haired Slyth appears to give her some comfort..
To my lovely reviewers, I am awed. I might not have had as many reviews as some, but you guys are great!!!!!!
A brief shout out and some messages. Thanks to:
Impetuous, Emerald Storm1, awe_stuck_reader, Silveretta, KitKat, super me2, b. maude, eve granger and my nameless reviewer. Thanks guys!!!! You are the best. I am humbled.
Emerald Sorm1: There really isn't a real reason for me to have to use a song. It just.there's more to relate to it. The lyrics help you tell the story, a little. So songs are good. Besides, if an author feels a bit "Stuck", the lyrics might just save the day.
A_s_r: sorry. Abbreviations are needed at this point. I am so sorry that I didn't use your songs, but thanks so much for the suggestions! I'll look them up and actually, your ideas about what was going to happen wasn't so far off the mark. But I've only outlined things roughly in my head, so no worries!
Super me2: Thank you. Glad I am not of the norm. And excellent? *turns away, blushing. Scuffs toe of boot in dirt* aww, shucks.
Song fic from '(there's gotta be) More To Life)' by Stacie Orrico
Anyway, here goes: -------------------------------------------fic here------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------
I've got it all, but I feel so deprived
I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside
Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing
And why can't I let go
He watched her. He knew that she didn't realize it. At one time, she would have been aware of every single thing that he did. But there you go; life was a bitch, wasn't she? And why the hell was he watching her, anyway? Why the hell should he care that she was hanging out with Zabini? He had ended things between them, he! Not her. so why was he obsessing about it? He was Draco fucking Malfoy. The scion of the Malfoys, the heir of an unmatched fortune. Richer than most of the insufferable prats in his house and Gryffindor put together. He was the muggle equivalent of a billionaire. Then why the hell didn't he care, a voice whispered in his head. He scowled. Why indeed.
There's gotta be more to life...
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I'm...
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more
Than wanting more
His very aim in life was to have fun, and to hell with everybody. He could have anything, everything, so he wanted everything. He'd been pretty damn successful with it, too. It was like.what muggles called a 'high'. Adrenaline pumping, heart racing and just letting himself go and forget. He'd tried drugs (muggle and wizard), booze (again, muggle and wizard). He'd tried smoking, clubbing. Sex. Lost himself in each and every one. But it hadn't been enough. He always searched for bigger, better. The Ultimate High. Then Virginia Weasley got into his life and she'd been his next goal. And when he'd got her..he'd never wanted to let her go. Although he would never admit it, that scared him to death. The fact that he'd felt that strongly for her. He was only 17, yet he felt like she was already becoming his world. And he got thinking. Maybe it was enough. Maybe more wasn't an option. The Ultimate, Temporary High could be soothed by her. Ginny. Red. His own Sin.
I've got the time and I'm wasting it slowly
Here in this moment I'm half way out the door
Onto the next thing, I'm searching for something that's missing
Ginny had made him realize that a part of him had been empty. A part of him that she filled up. But Merlin, he had been so scared. Suddenly, it wasn't just fun and sex. Suddenly, I had nothing to do with kisses and touches. It had no tie whatsoever with how he made her sigh, made her melt. How he could make her scream his name with his mouth alone. It had everything to do with HER. Ginny Weasley. Virginia. She made him laugh, smile, grin. She brought out the best in him. In turn, he made worshipped her body, made her moan and glow. Made her his. It had mattered, when so many before hadn't before her. It came to a point when times spent without her would ache like a physical pain. That made his blood run cold, made him review just how bloody important Miss Virginia Louise Weasley was to him. The answer had been shocking. SHE WAS EVERYTHING. He'd nearly passed out at the realization. How? How had it gotten like this? How had this beautiful, slip of a girl break down his defences and make him care for her? He didn't know, but he didn't stay to find out. So he did the only decent thing he could think of doing. He let her go.
There's gotta be more to life...
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I'm...
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more
Than wanting more
He'd went back to the only things he thought mattered. Drugs, booze, sex. Girl after girl, after girl came and went. None stayed, no one. In the end, even Parkinson had gone. He hadn't really like her, he'd admit. He just went with her because:
she was a good lay Ginny hated her with a passion
He'd gone through females like.like an animal. One after the other in a
quest to forget, to feel. But forgetting was so much harder now. The
emptiness had returned tenfold. He was once again searching for that
Ultimate High. Once again, it stayed just out of his reach. Daddy's money
was no use. It was his damn battle, he'd fight it! He didn't need any
sodding help. Then, seeing her with Zabini, those thoughts he'd
entertained before, with her, came back. He smiled, humourlessly and
quoted a muggle song Gin had liked under his breath: "Cause there more
that I'm tripping out thinking there must be more to life, well it's
life, but I'm sure, there's gotta be more than wanting more."
Merlin, how bloody true. There just had to be more, it just had to or
he'd go insane! He needed to believe that it was not all, had to believe
that his endless pursuit of pleasure wasn't it. He refused to believe
otherwise! She had seen the better part of him even he had not known
existed. And he quite liked the bugger. He wasn't about to let him go.
Than waiting on something other than this
Why am I feelin' like there's something I missed.....
Forever just out of his reach, damn him. Damn her! Because everyday he woke up feeling like he wasn't fully a man, wasn't fully himself. He felt like there was a part of him missing. And he wondered, what the hell it was. It was a dull throbbing ache that might not ache, but was a constant reminder. She'd always known what to do, she'd always been there for him. Draco scowled, he was still thinking about her, no matter how many times he told himself to stop. He had to tell himself to stop staring at the corner of the library where Zabini and Ginny were studying. Well, maybe not studying. They were grinning, laughing. He smiled at the pretty red head and he, Draco, knew that Zabini had fallen. He didn't blame the poor guy, not really. Not when he'd fallen under the littlest Weasley's charms himself.
The familiar way she touched him made him wonder if they were...Draco's mouth turned grim. Of course they would be lovers. He and Gin had been, that far into their relationship. Hell, their relationship was based on sex. What made him that her hers and Zabini's were any different? He had to suppress a wave of such intense jealousy as Zabini kissed HIS GIRL that it made him almost dizzy. He dug his nails into his palms in order to keep some of his wits about him. A second, stronger bout of jealousy filled when Ginny shot Zabini a naughty, seductive look and dragged him by the hand to a private study room. He had to use all of us willpower not to jump up and kick down the door, because he KNEW what they were doing. And it wasn't studying, unless it was anatomy. Hell, he'd fucked her brainless in that very room himself. He should know. He'd let her go. HE'D let her go. HE'D let HER go. It really was quite twisted.
There's gotta be more to life...
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I'm...
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more
Than wanting more
He'd lived in an eternal quest for pleasure, always wanting more. Ironic, really; he thought, clearing out his things and stalking out before the two sexbirds came out; that he'd had the Ultimate High, his greatest pleasure, that he'd gotten his more.. and he pushed it away. Because he'd really had it. He'd had her, Ginny. And he'd done the Malfoy thing and let her go. Stupid blind git. He bumped into someone a in his hurry to get out. He muttered an apology, looked into the exotically pretty face of Cho Chang and smiled humourlessly as the pretty Chinese girl shot him this sexy, come hither look. Ah. He'd found his cold comfort of the night. Ginny would be pissed at his choice, he thought as he smiled at Cho and began to effortlessly charm his way into his activity of the night. In her bed. Not really into it because she wasn't Ginny.
Fic ended. Feedback is so welcome. I know this is a little short, but it tells all. Tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
3rd part of this little "series" of mine has been written down. All I have to do is somehow wrangle a few hours on my dad's computer to type it all up. Thinking of making it R, though. Some medium sexual scenes. Felt compelled to write it at the way this was going.
Oh, shippers of HP, I just started out a HP posting fic group. Join in if you guys love the books. Site is:
N.B. I know Cho is supposed to be gone if Draco and Blaise are in 7th year. Imagine she had to stay back a year cause she failed her exams due to a disastrous love life, eh? =)