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I only own Demeter, Alonzo, Dusty, and the plot.
Yet another quick update. I don't know what's inspiring me but whatever it is, I hope it keeps me inspired. I think it's my utter boredom that takes over right before my evening TV shows. Go Charmed! (I wrote this during the commercials of the season premiere: Charmed. Oh yeah. Did I forget to tell you guys that the ball won't be 'til next chapter? Tehehe. I totally forgot about the quidditch game and it comes before the ball. Remember! The 150th reviewer gets their penname (in your reviews, include your desired character's name and tell me who your favorite opposite sex character who isn't a main character in my story. That character will be your character's date!
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Preparation and Distractions
It wasn't long before the flyers were posted in the common rooms. It seemed everybody was anticipating the ball. Everyone was pairing up. Some girls were keeping scores.
Blaise had gotten twenty-six requests, Hermione had received thirteen requests, and Ginny had received eighteen. Cho was probably the only girl who wished to go stag.
After spending the entire summer at clubs (21 and older. Fake Ids. Hehehe.), the Golden Trio and the redhead misfit had learned a few dance styles: dirty, free-style, swing, and everything else.
Draco was familiar with many of the dance styles, but he hadn't been to many dances and parties over the summer. He had been preoccupied.
Draco and Hermione had chosen to have a dance contest. Trophies would be given out to the best dancers in each category. The professors would write down their favorite dancers for each style of dancing.
Harry, Ginny, and Hermione stood in the middle of the now cleared common room. Draco sat on a pouf, tying to figure out what they should do for entertainment. Harry and the girls were choreographing their 'ultimately dirty performance.' They were dancing to the first American song that they had heard at a muggle club. The song was 'Baby Boi' (Okay, I know this song wasn't out in 1997, but bare with me.) by Sean Paul and Beyonce. Ginny actually wanted to strip down to a beaded, two piece bathing suit that Beyonce had worn in the music video, but Hermione had said no. That was just too little clothing.
Ginny was going to be a temptress and Harry was to be her slave. It was quite hilarious to see Harry dressed like a Tahitian native wearing swimming trunks. Ginny was trying to get used to her dress, as the torso was skin-tight. It was a silver-white color with golden embroidery. It reached just below her knees.
Hermione, dressed in normal clothing, was laughing her head off at the picture Harry and Ginny made. The dance moves highly reminded Hermione of those provocative moves from 'Moulin Rouge.'
"Hey Ginny, is that your costume?" Hermione asked.
Ginny shook her head. "When I said I was going to be a temptress, I meant a courtesan," Ginny whispered.
Hermione clutched her side from laughing. "From 'Moulin Rouge'?" she asked.
Ginny grinned. "A can-can dancer. I'm already used to the wires, garter belt, and the corset," she said.
Hermione sighed. "Ginny, you're too much," she said with a smile.
Harry chuckled. "So I'm going to have a hooker and a mystery woman dancing with me. Dancing the way we did at the clubs?" he asked.
Draco shook his head. "As long as 'Mione doesn't have fun shaking her toosh against you," he said and crossed out the Blue Phoenix rock band.
Draco blinked. "Potter may get ecstatic and think I'm Weaselette," he said.
Ginny blinked in return. "Since you call me Weaselette, I'm going to call you Tristy," she said as a sly grin spread across her face.
Draco looked at Ginny in utter horror. "You wouldn't," he said in a disbelieving voice.
Ginny smirked a smirk that would make Lucius jealous if he were alive. "Oh I would," she confirmed.
Harry looked between the two and arched an eyebrow. "Why Tristy?" he asked.
Hermione laughed softly. "Draco's middle name is Tristen," she explained.
Harry's confused frown turned into a mischievous grin.
Hermione smiled mysteriously towards Draco. "Oh yes, Blaise is going to teach me a dance. Apparently it has something to do with her costume," she announced.
Ginny shook her head. "Guys, we need to practice. Let's start at the beginning," Ginny said and pressed the play button on her charmed CD player. 'Baby boi' blared from the speakers.
Ginny had somehow managed to run back to Harry, press herself against Harry's side, and place her left hand on his bare chest. Hermione was in a prowling position at Harry's feet. On the second beat, Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and twirled her to his right side. Harry released his hold on her hand, and she continued to spin off. In the next four beats, Hermione had reached towards the heavens, allowing Harry to lift her up and spin her in midair. They did a series of different moves before Hermione and Ginny ended up crouching on either side of Harry. They both had an arm wrapped around his shins.
Draco arched an eyebrow at that. He had already -ahemed- every time Hermione was in a suggestion position with Harry.
When they were finished, Hermione sighed in relief. "Thank God no one will recognize me at the ball!" she exclaimed.
Ginny checked her watch. "Holy Guacamole! The quidditch game is in ten minutes!" she yelled.
Draco shot out of his chair and ran to his dorm to get his Ultima 2000 Harry and Ginny summoned their brooms and the four ran out of the common room.
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Blaise glared at her team who wore the same expression. Hunger. She growled and turned back to her mirror. She was wearing a low cut, skimpy tank top and skin-tight, snake skin pants underneath her quidditch robes. She rolled her eyes and pulled her long, dirty blonde hair into a high ponytail.
She picked up her Ultima (the original model of Ultima 2000. Ultima 2000 is an updated version of Ultima.) and took out her cleaning kit. She polished the handle and placed the cushion charm on the stick. She was almost done clipping the straws when Draco burst in. Blaise arched an eyebrow and returned to her work.
"Nice of you to join us, Captain," she voiced, a look of indifference plastered on her face.
Draco sneered. "Don't get smart Zabini," he said, taking a brief glance at her. He double-took and stared at her. "What the hell are you wearing?" he yelled.
Blaise blinked and looked in the mirror. "Clothes," she answered.
Draco shook his head in disbelief. "Women." he muttered as he put on his quidditch robes.
Blaise's eyes narrowed at Draco. "For your information, Drakie, distraction is a strategy. The Weasel will be too distracted to block the shots," she reasoned in a cold voice.
Draco looked as if he were about to object but changed his mind at the last second. "That's a good idea," he said, mainly to himself.
Blaise just smirked and left the locker room.
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Ginny flew out of the tunnel leading into the field. She closed her eyes and smiled. She loved the rush of adrenaline. They began to circle the pitch, waving, cheering to their crowd. Ginny waved to a hyperactive Hermione. Ginny focused ahead, which made her grin. Harry was flying ahead of her, giving her a nice view of Harry's hindquarters.
Ginny spotted Blaise and laughed softly. Blaise was wearing a low-cut, white tank top with snakeskin pants. Ginny had chosen to wear a black halter-top and low rise, black jeans underneath her quidditch robes. Blaise smirked at Ginny and shot a look at Ron who was right behind Ginny.
They all gathered around Madam Hooch. She gave her usual threats and made Harry and Draco shake hands. It looked as if they were trying to crush each other's hand. They separated and rejoined their teams. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and released the balls.
Ginny pushed forward and grabbed the ball. She passed it off to Colin and shot towards the Slytherin goal posts. Colin passed the quaffle to Michael. Blaise came up from behind and halted in front of Michael. He spun off, dropping the quaffle. Dante Sullivan came from below and caught it, heading back towards the Gryffindor goal posts. Dante passed it to Malcolm Baddock.
Ginny growled and chased after them. She shot a coded look to one of the beaters, Aaron Shapiro, and he nodded. Aaron flew towards a bludger and did a back handed swing, sending the bludger at Malcolm. He swung on his broom to avoid the bludger, thus dropping the ball. Blaise came out of nowhere and caught it.
Blaise zoomed to the goals and flew to the right. Ron got a sudden view of Blaise's cleavage, making him forget about defense. A sudden 'ohhhhh' signaled that Blaise had scored. Ginny flew up to Ron and growled.
"RON! PAY ATTENTION!" she yelled.
Ginny rolled her eyes and flew away. She raced off and passed Colin. Colin passed the quaffle to Michael. A bludger came out of nowhere, heading straight for Michael. Michael passed it to Ginny right before the bludger knocked him off his broom. Ginny came close to the keeper who had fallen for the same trap. Ginny suddenly passed it to Colin who scored.
Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Huffelpuff sections. Boos could be heard from the Slytherin section. Ginny grinned and ducked as a bludger came at her. It had missed. Ginny reared as a streak of red shot past her, followed by a streak of green. The snitch!
Harry suddenly pulled out of the dive. It had been a trick. Draco spiraled off to avoid collision with the ground, just as Michael flew back up to Ginny. He had just been healed.
"Nice work," he whispered. Ginny gave him a 'thumbs up' before taking off after Malcolm, who had the quaffle.
Ginny sped up to Blaise and pushed her aside. Ginny caught the quaffle that Malcolm had intended to pass to Blaise. Ginny dived and gained speed.
"GINNY! LOOK OUT!" someone yelled.
Ginny turned and saw the black ball come ever closer. It hit her in the gut, sending her off her broom. Ginny fell to the side, holding tightly to her broom. She gasped in pain as her abdomen throbbed with pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, still hanging from her broom. Her knuckles were turning white from her death grip on the stick. She whimpered and tried to pull herself back onto the broom.
"Ginny!" yelled someone from above.
Ginny looked up and saw Harry, holding his hand out to her. Ginny used the last bit of her strength and grabbed his outstretched hand. She allowed him to haul her up and onto his broom.
"Harry, what about the game?" she whispered.
Draco was speeding towards the snitch.
Harry shook his head. "Let Draco win. He deserves to anyway. The game doesn't matter," he whispered.
Ginny embraced him, holding onto him.
Draco caught the snitch and the game ended.
Slytherin had one.
And she didn't care.
Ginny blacked out.
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So? Did you like it? It took forever to type it up! Cliffie! Tehehe! I take pleasure in torturing you all! Okay, I currently have 141 reviews. Nine more reviews! The 150th reviewer is mentioned in the actual plot! Big thing! If you are a female, you may not- MAY NOT choose Draco/Harry/Ron to be your date for the valentine's ball. Let's see. There's Seamus, Dean, Malcolm, Denis, Colin, Justin, Michael, my little made-up Dante (you can choose what he looks like), and a bunch of others! See ya!
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I only own Demeter, Alonzo, Dusty, and the plot.
Yet another quick update. I don't know what's inspiring me but whatever it is, I hope it keeps me inspired. I think it's my utter boredom that takes over right before my evening TV shows. Go Charmed! (I wrote this during the commercials of the season premiere: Charmed. Oh yeah. Did I forget to tell you guys that the ball won't be 'til next chapter? Tehehe. I totally forgot about the quidditch game and it comes before the ball. Remember! The 150th reviewer gets their penname (in your reviews, include your desired character's name and tell me who your favorite opposite sex character who isn't a main character in my story. That character will be your character's date!
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Preparation and Distractions
It wasn't long before the flyers were posted in the common rooms. It seemed everybody was anticipating the ball. Everyone was pairing up. Some girls were keeping scores.
Blaise had gotten twenty-six requests, Hermione had received thirteen requests, and Ginny had received eighteen. Cho was probably the only girl who wished to go stag.
After spending the entire summer at clubs (21 and older. Fake Ids. Hehehe.), the Golden Trio and the redhead misfit had learned a few dance styles: dirty, free-style, swing, and everything else.
Draco was familiar with many of the dance styles, but he hadn't been to many dances and parties over the summer. He had been preoccupied.
Draco and Hermione had chosen to have a dance contest. Trophies would be given out to the best dancers in each category. The professors would write down their favorite dancers for each style of dancing.
Harry, Ginny, and Hermione stood in the middle of the now cleared common room. Draco sat on a pouf, tying to figure out what they should do for entertainment. Harry and the girls were choreographing their 'ultimately dirty performance.' They were dancing to the first American song that they had heard at a muggle club. The song was 'Baby Boi' (Okay, I know this song wasn't out in 1997, but bare with me.) by Sean Paul and Beyonce. Ginny actually wanted to strip down to a beaded, two piece bathing suit that Beyonce had worn in the music video, but Hermione had said no. That was just too little clothing.
Ginny was going to be a temptress and Harry was to be her slave. It was quite hilarious to see Harry dressed like a Tahitian native wearing swimming trunks. Ginny was trying to get used to her dress, as the torso was skin-tight. It was a silver-white color with golden embroidery. It reached just below her knees.
Hermione, dressed in normal clothing, was laughing her head off at the picture Harry and Ginny made. The dance moves highly reminded Hermione of those provocative moves from 'Moulin Rouge.'
"Hey Ginny, is that your costume?" Hermione asked.
Ginny shook her head. "When I said I was going to be a temptress, I meant a courtesan," Ginny whispered.
Hermione clutched her side from laughing. "From 'Moulin Rouge'?" she asked.
Ginny grinned. "A can-can dancer. I'm already used to the wires, garter belt, and the corset," she said.
Hermione sighed. "Ginny, you're too much," she said with a smile.
Harry chuckled. "So I'm going to have a hooker and a mystery woman dancing with me. Dancing the way we did at the clubs?" he asked.
Draco shook his head. "As long as 'Mione doesn't have fun shaking her toosh against you," he said and crossed out the Blue Phoenix rock band.
Draco blinked. "Potter may get ecstatic and think I'm Weaselette," he said.
Ginny blinked in return. "Since you call me Weaselette, I'm going to call you Tristy," she said as a sly grin spread across her face.
Draco looked at Ginny in utter horror. "You wouldn't," he said in a disbelieving voice.
Ginny smirked a smirk that would make Lucius jealous if he were alive. "Oh I would," she confirmed.
Harry looked between the two and arched an eyebrow. "Why Tristy?" he asked.
Hermione laughed softly. "Draco's middle name is Tristen," she explained.
Harry's confused frown turned into a mischievous grin.
Hermione smiled mysteriously towards Draco. "Oh yes, Blaise is going to teach me a dance. Apparently it has something to do with her costume," she announced.
Ginny shook her head. "Guys, we need to practice. Let's start at the beginning," Ginny said and pressed the play button on her charmed CD player. 'Baby boi' blared from the speakers.
Ginny had somehow managed to run back to Harry, press herself against Harry's side, and place her left hand on his bare chest. Hermione was in a prowling position at Harry's feet. On the second beat, Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and twirled her to his right side. Harry released his hold on her hand, and she continued to spin off. In the next four beats, Hermione had reached towards the heavens, allowing Harry to lift her up and spin her in midair. They did a series of different moves before Hermione and Ginny ended up crouching on either side of Harry. They both had an arm wrapped around his shins.
Draco arched an eyebrow at that. He had already -ahemed- every time Hermione was in a suggestion position with Harry.
When they were finished, Hermione sighed in relief. "Thank God no one will recognize me at the ball!" she exclaimed.
Ginny checked her watch. "Holy Guacamole! The quidditch game is in ten minutes!" she yelled.
Draco shot out of his chair and ran to his dorm to get his Ultima 2000 Harry and Ginny summoned their brooms and the four ran out of the common room.
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Blaise glared at her team who wore the same expression. Hunger. She growled and turned back to her mirror. She was wearing a low cut, skimpy tank top and skin-tight, snake skin pants underneath her quidditch robes. She rolled her eyes and pulled her long, dirty blonde hair into a high ponytail.
She picked up her Ultima (the original model of Ultima 2000. Ultima 2000 is an updated version of Ultima.) and took out her cleaning kit. She polished the handle and placed the cushion charm on the stick. She was almost done clipping the straws when Draco burst in. Blaise arched an eyebrow and returned to her work.
"Nice of you to join us, Captain," she voiced, a look of indifference plastered on her face.
Draco sneered. "Don't get smart Zabini," he said, taking a brief glance at her. He double-took and stared at her. "What the hell are you wearing?" he yelled.
Blaise blinked and looked in the mirror. "Clothes," she answered.
Draco shook his head in disbelief. "Women." he muttered as he put on his quidditch robes.
Blaise's eyes narrowed at Draco. "For your information, Drakie, distraction is a strategy. The Weasel will be too distracted to block the shots," she reasoned in a cold voice.
Draco looked as if he were about to object but changed his mind at the last second. "That's a good idea," he said, mainly to himself.
Blaise just smirked and left the locker room.
~*~
Ginny flew out of the tunnel leading into the field. She closed her eyes and smiled. She loved the rush of adrenaline. They began to circle the pitch, waving, cheering to their crowd. Ginny waved to a hyperactive Hermione. Ginny focused ahead, which made her grin. Harry was flying ahead of her, giving her a nice view of Harry's hindquarters.
Ginny spotted Blaise and laughed softly. Blaise was wearing a low-cut, white tank top with snakeskin pants. Ginny had chosen to wear a black halter-top and low rise, black jeans underneath her quidditch robes. Blaise smirked at Ginny and shot a look at Ron who was right behind Ginny.
They all gathered around Madam Hooch. She gave her usual threats and made Harry and Draco shake hands. It looked as if they were trying to crush each other's hand. They separated and rejoined their teams. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and released the balls.
Ginny pushed forward and grabbed the ball. She passed it off to Colin and shot towards the Slytherin goal posts. Colin passed the quaffle to Michael. Blaise came up from behind and halted in front of Michael. He spun off, dropping the quaffle. Dante Sullivan came from below and caught it, heading back towards the Gryffindor goal posts. Dante passed it to Malcolm Baddock.
Ginny growled and chased after them. She shot a coded look to one of the beaters, Aaron Shapiro, and he nodded. Aaron flew towards a bludger and did a back handed swing, sending the bludger at Malcolm. He swung on his broom to avoid the bludger, thus dropping the ball. Blaise came out of nowhere and caught it.
Blaise zoomed to the goals and flew to the right. Ron got a sudden view of Blaise's cleavage, making him forget about defense. A sudden 'ohhhhh' signaled that Blaise had scored. Ginny flew up to Ron and growled.
"RON! PAY ATTENTION!" she yelled.
Ginny rolled her eyes and flew away. She raced off and passed Colin. Colin passed the quaffle to Michael. A bludger came out of nowhere, heading straight for Michael. Michael passed it to Ginny right before the bludger knocked him off his broom. Ginny came close to the keeper who had fallen for the same trap. Ginny suddenly passed it to Colin who scored.
Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Huffelpuff sections. Boos could be heard from the Slytherin section. Ginny grinned and ducked as a bludger came at her. It had missed. Ginny reared as a streak of red shot past her, followed by a streak of green. The snitch!
Harry suddenly pulled out of the dive. It had been a trick. Draco spiraled off to avoid collision with the ground, just as Michael flew back up to Ginny. He had just been healed.
"Nice work," he whispered. Ginny gave him a 'thumbs up' before taking off after Malcolm, who had the quaffle.
Ginny sped up to Blaise and pushed her aside. Ginny caught the quaffle that Malcolm had intended to pass to Blaise. Ginny dived and gained speed.
"GINNY! LOOK OUT!" someone yelled.
Ginny turned and saw the black ball come ever closer. It hit her in the gut, sending her off her broom. Ginny fell to the side, holding tightly to her broom. She gasped in pain as her abdomen throbbed with pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, still hanging from her broom. Her knuckles were turning white from her death grip on the stick. She whimpered and tried to pull herself back onto the broom.
"Ginny!" yelled someone from above.
Ginny looked up and saw Harry, holding his hand out to her. Ginny used the last bit of her strength and grabbed his outstretched hand. She allowed him to haul her up and onto his broom.
"Harry, what about the game?" she whispered.
Draco was speeding towards the snitch.
Harry shook his head. "Let Draco win. He deserves to anyway. The game doesn't matter," he whispered.
Ginny embraced him, holding onto him.
Draco caught the snitch and the game ended.
Slytherin had one.
And she didn't care.
Ginny blacked out.
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So? Did you like it? It took forever to type it up! Cliffie! Tehehe! I take pleasure in torturing you all! Okay, I currently have 141 reviews. Nine more reviews! The 150th reviewer is mentioned in the actual plot! Big thing! If you are a female, you may not- MAY NOT choose Draco/Harry/Ron to be your date for the valentine's ball. Let's see. There's Seamus, Dean, Malcolm, Denis, Colin, Justin, Michael, my little made-up Dante (you can choose what he looks like), and a bunch of others! See ya!
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