Title: Magical Mystery Tour
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out, but I have been balancing a few too many things. Bah. Anyhoo, it's here and I have the next chapter planned out, so that's a step in the right direction. Don't really have much else to say but enjoy, so, Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing unfortunately. All I really want is a Draco of my own... He doesn't even have to have an accent... I would still love him... ~gets taken away by people in white suits, Lallie cackling all the while~
Magical Mystery Tour
Chapter 2
Old Time Rock and Roll
~*~
Ginny glared at the cobble stones as she trudged her way back to the school. She hated feeling dirty. She especially hated feeling dirty when she looked filthier than if she had been rolling around in mud. Very filthy mud. She felt as if she could stomp her feet and make half the caked on dirt drop off. She tried it, it almost worked.
Now you might be wondering why Ginny is in such a state of filthiness. Well I have one word for you: Quidditch. Tuesday night is Gryffindor's official practice time. Yet their Captain is known to schedule several more a week. It all depended on how fanatical he was feeling.
He seemed to be very fanatical today, or at least that's what Ginny seemed to think. She mentally spat. Oh how she hated her brother. Yet she couldn't quite decide what she hated more, him or his Quidditch obsession. She supposed she couldn't hate one without the other.
He had been a total git, thus justifying Ginny's spiteful thoughts of today. It wasn't exactly a sunny day to play Quidditch. No, it was quite gloomy and rainy, but that wasn't his fault. That only made her hate the weather. But he had been brutal today. He had screamed and turned red in the face and had almost thrown a tantrum. Almost. And then he had the nerve to take it out on her in the end. He made her do one hundred extra laps around the pitch while everyone else went back to the school. Oh how she hated him right now.
It wasn't her fault that the stupid bint Beverly had whacked her with her Beater's bat. It also hadn't been her fault that Ginny yelled at her for it. Well, the girl had been smirking at her at the time. Ginny was beginning to get the impression that the younger girl hated her more than Ginny hated the younger girl. She didn't know how it was possible, but apparently it was.
Now though, all Ginny wanted to do was get up to Gryffindor Tower, have a shower then flop on her bed and fall asleep. She didn't care if she remembered to pull the covers over her head or not. Sleeping in a chill would be better than walking towards the school all dirty. Anything was. Ok, perhaps not anything, but this was her state of mind at the moment.
But then something occurred to her. Something she had tried to forget all day. If she went to sleep, then perhaps that horrible dream would return, as Dream Lee had promised. She shuddered at this, readjusting her broom on her shoulder. It wasn't simply the fact that Stupid Tom (and that was what she called him to make herself feel better) had tried to do something bad to her. And she hated him for it. But it was mainly the fact that Malfoy had seemed more real than the rest of them. Yet how could Malfoy have been more real? It was a dream, wasn't it? It was at that moment that Ginny decided that she hated both Malfoy and dreams with equal valor.
"You know, Weasley," an oily voice suddenly said from behind her. Ginny mentally groaned, wishing with all her might that he would drop dead and she wouldn't have to hear the rest of his sentence. Or see his good looking yet smirking face. She unfortunately did not hear his body hit the ground. "If I didn't know who you were I would be astonished at how disgusting you look." There was a pause in his speech which he filled with a snort. "Good thing I know you live with pigs at home, so no worries."
"You're such a freak, Malfoy," Ginny spat, refusing to turn around, clutching at her broom with both hands. She liked her broom. She really did. And she liked it even more now that it helped her to alleviate her aggravation. Even if she splintered the wood in the process.
"I'm the freak?" he scoffed. She could hear his feet troding through the mud close on her heels. "Ever looked in a mirror, or are you too poor to even have one of those?"
Ginny could have sworn that she actually heard her teeth grind that time. It was a nasty habit really, but she couldn't help it. Her father ground his teeth and she had inherited the bothersome trait as well. Oh how her jaw ached this morning. You see, bad dreams often make her grind her teeth worse than usual. When she was angry or frustrated or simply annoyed the teeth often met in violence.
"What? No response?" he chided.
Letting out a small sigh, she hoisted her broom slightly and swung it around, bringing her body with it. She stopped when both arms were extended, holding her precious broom but inches from the pointed faced blonde's head. She was satisfied to see that Charlie's old trick had made the Slytherin look paler than usual.
"You're not scared of me, now are you?" Ginny chuckled, flicking her wrists slightly so her broom tapped the boy's still head. "Because I think that would be the sanest thing you ever thought."
"I am not scared of you," he hissed, stepping away from the broom but not letting his eyes leave her face. "I'd be more scared of a fly than you."
"And we all know how you run in fear for your life of them," Ginny sneered then grinned slightly. "I feel very intimidating now, thank you Malfoy. You've made my day."
"You're a nut case," he drawled, frowning at her while he crossed his arms. Ginny frowned back. She was getting very tired of this boy. Sure, she didn't mind a good battle when she was dressed and awake enough to have some sort of wit, but at the moment she was tired, dirty and oh yes, dirty. And her wit was dropping like a sack of hippogriffs over a cliff.
"You're one to talk," she replied, moving her broom so it was once again on her shoulder. She kept hold of it with two hands, just in case. Malfoy's gray eyes drifted down to where her hands were wringing the handle. She decided to do it a bit more just for show. "Do you often take walks in the rain? Because if you do it explains a lot."
"When and where I walk is no business of yours, Weasley," he hissed at her, walking forward. "Now if you'll stop wasting my time, I have more important things to do than to stand about with you." He brushed past her and she turned, glaring at his back as he sauntered away slowly. It almost seemed as if he was reluctant to leave. Which was ridiculous as far as Ginny was concerned. Why would he want to stay around her? And why was she even considering that he did? She wanted nothing to do with him.
An idea suddenly whacked Ginny in the head, and she decided to take advantage of the blonde's seeming reluctance. Grinning slightly at the thought, which would really only make her feel better since there was no way it had been anything more than a dream, she took in a deep breath she began to hum. She knew she was insane. She knew she was being stupid and that only thing she would do would give him more things to insult her about. But hum she did, not caring if it was sane or not, it would make her feel better after all.
The blonde stopped. Ginny's heart stopped as well.
~*~
Draco was cold and wet. It was the last time that he would sit out in a rain storm to watch that stupid red head. It had been worth it though, as far as he was concerned. She had been so angry at her brother that it almost challenged the anger she directed at he himself. Almost.
She hadn't been as angry as she had been at that git he had seen in his dream though. Not nearly. But then, she had seemed more afraid than angry when he had approached her. If it hadn't been a dream he would be very curious to find out just who the bloke was. It had been a dream though, a very realistic dream, but a dream none the less. It would just be odd really if they shared a dream together. How would it even work? They hadn't done anything to connect themselves. Not that he could think of anyway.
When she had had to do her laps and the rest of her team had gone back into the school, Draco nearly couldn't believe his luck. Nearly. He is a Malfoy after all. A very arrogant one. Who was to tell him that the red head having to do one hundred extra laps wasn't for his sole enjoyment in some way? She looked so angry, so thoroughly pissed, that he couldn't help but watch in awe. He knew it was creepy stalkerish, not to mention insane, but it didn't stop him. And he smirked while doing it.
Then of course he just had to follow her when she was done her laps. And you can't follow any red head without having to make some comment or another. It was obligatory. Or that was what he thought. He hadn't expected her to get physically violent though. It wasn't like her. But then, she hadn't actually hit him, not really. She just tried to scare him. And it hadn't worked. Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself. He had tried to escape then, trying to keep at least some shreds of his dignity, seeing as their verbal spar was turning in a horrible direction. Then she had begun to hum...
Draco froze, feeling his blood run cold. There was no way that she could possibly have been there. There was no way that she had actually heard that song while he had stood there and heard it as well. She couldn't possibly have seen the Dream Team in loincloths just as he had. It had to be some coincidence. Some terrible coincidence that she was some twisted Guns & Roses groupie. Yes, that was what it was. It had to be.
So with this in mind, Draco straightened his back slightly and continued to walk as though her humming hadn't meant a thing to him. Even if it had him thinking that he was completely absent in the head. That he was even further gone than he had initially thought.
Sure, dreaming about a Weasley was one thing, one thing that wasn't very sane on its own, but to share a dream with one? And not just any Weasley either. No, the red headed vixen that he loved to vex so much. It was just wrong. It was at this point that Draco assured to himself that he was not going to sleep that night. Not a wink. Not that he really needed to worry, since it was just a coincidence after all. But just in case.
~*~
When Ginny opened her eyes later that night she found herself floating in a large tub, filled with luscious bubbles. The room she was in was no disappointment in the theme of luxury either. It was large and covered in marble. Exotic plants seemed to adorn the room along with ornate golden objects. It was definitely a far cry from Hogwarts, not to mention the Burrow.
Sighing at the prospect of having a normal dream tonight and not one riddled with Stupid Tom, Malfoy and Beatles music, she leant back intending to enjoy the apparently relaxing dream to its fullest. This probably wasn't the best of ideas for it seemed to cause Murphy to strike with a vengeance.
"I'd like to be, under the sea. In an octopus' garden in the shade." It was the same singing voice as it had been the last time. The same cheerful voice that faded in and out of existence.
Once again Ginny found herself looking frantically about the room she was in. Yet she found no sing of any members of the Beatles. Not even Ringo Star. She sighed at her idiocy of trying to find them, or even really caring. It was a dream after all, a dream that seemed eerily familiar to the dream from the night before, but it was still a dream. Nothing could really happen to her.
It was at this moment that the door to the bathroom she was occupying opened. Arms flying to her chest, for no real reason considering all the bubbles, Ginny turned in the tub and felt her eyes grow wide. The blonde who had entered had a similar expression on his face. Only for an instant of course before it faded into a sneer.
"What are you doing in my bathroom, Weasley?" he sneered, glaring at her pointedly. He was dressed in a silk house coat, his hair pulled back out of his face as though he had just combed it back. It was wet. He was also clutching a towel and a few other items that looked suspiciously like clothing. She was beginning to think that he had had a bath as well. She didn't even want to consider the implications that were laid out before her.
Ginny stared back. This was his bathroom? No wonder he was such an arrogant prick if he lived like this. Then something clicked in her head. How could she have an image of Malfoy's bathroom in her head? But why would she even ponder that. How would the dream Malfoy in her head know the difference? But then. He was sneering rather realistically. He even had the slight crease between his eyebrows down perfectly. And he had stopped when she had hummed 'Welcome to the Jungle'.
"Your bathroom?" she scoffed. "This is my dream, Malfoy, so it is my bathroom."
"No, this is my bathroom in my room at home," he sneered at her. "And this is my dream, not yours. You're just some annoying figment of my dream."
"I think you are mistaken," she bit back, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable as his eyes seemed to roam over her bare shoulders. "My dream, my bathroom, you're the dream person."
"Even in my dream you're an annoying git!" he hissed at her, clutching his towel and bath things closer to his chest.
Ginny was spared from responding to the scowling owner of the bathroom as Lee Jordan's voice once again filled her dream. Ginny began to feel very uneasy. This just had to be a coincidence. She was not in another dream with Malfoy. Another dream with singing and Stupid Tom. But all signs were pointing to the other alternative.
"And welcome back to the Magical Mystery Tour ladies and gentlemen!" Lee's voice called, followed by encouraging applause. "I am so glad that you could all join us once more! We have such a treat set up for you today!" More applause. "Yes, I know they are on a break, and their Greatest Hits album proves this, but they are still great! You all know who I am talking about! That's right! No Doubt!"
More applause echoed through the room and Ginny looked around. Still no one to take responsibility for the noise. Her heart beating a little faster, Ginny turned to Malfoy.
"I am getting the feeling that this isn't such a coincidence anymore," he muttered and Ginny nodded in agreement. It was then, when she was looking in his eyes that she knew that this wasn't just an ordinary dream. That Dream Malfoy wasn't really a dream at all. That he was somehow real. And it unnerved her more than anything in the world had ever done. There had to be some mistake. There had to be something screwed up. There was no way that Malfoy could get into her dreams. No way at all.
"And now, as I am sure you all want to know what the wonderful song is," Lee's voice said joyfully. "I'll let you listen to that wonderful song 'Bathwater!' There was more applause then a few gasps.
Ginny looked around and gasped herself. There, on the opposite side of the room from her, where a wall had been before, now stood a large stage. There were blinking, glittering lights all over it, and mist rolling across its surface. No one was on the stage but as a trumpet begun to play from somewhere out of sight the mist increased.
She once again glanced at Malfoy, to see that he was slowly walking towards her, eyes on the stage. She would have kept her eyes on him, but the sound of a voice signing to the music distracted her. Turning back to the stage, Ginny's eyes widened, not for the first time that night, to see Tonks and Luna walk onto the stage. Both were clad in odd assortments of clothing that could only be described as sluty. Tonks opened her blue lips (which clashed with her hair) and began to sing.
"You and your museum of lovers, the precious collection you've housed in your covers. My simpleness threatened by my own admission!" her voice greeted her ears, and she knew right away that it wasn't really her voice. It was who ever the lead singer of No Doubt was' voice. Not Tonks. But it still didn't mean that Tonks didn't look good while she sang, it was very realistic. Luna on the other hand just stood there, looking off into space as usual. Which was a little odd to say the least.
Ginny nearly jumped out of her skin when someone sat down on the ledge of the tub near her head. Letting out a short gasp she felt her heart slow down a touch when she realized it was Malfoy who had plopped down and not someone stupid, if you know who I mean. He smirked at her for a moment then turned his attention back to their apparent entertainment for the evening. So far it seemed quite docile. But then, a rabid wolf could probably be seen as docile when compared to the performance of the night before.
"And my bags are much too heavy, in my, insecure condition," Tonks continued to sing, and Ginny looked up at her, expecting to see her old friend. It was slightly too late for Ginny, however, for Tonks was already changing her appearance, as she had a nasty habit of doing.
"My pregnant mind is fat full with envy, yeah." Tonks did not sing this last line. No, it was Tom who had, and he as staring right at Ginny while he sang it. She froze.
~*~
Draco had been more than a touch annoyed to find himself standing in the grayness. He had tried so very hard not to fall asleep that night, but apparently his efforts had been in vain. And then the grayness had faded as it had the night before and he found himself before his bathroom door.
It had been quite a surprise, to say the least, for Draco to find the Weasley in his bathroom. And it wasn't as if she had just been standing in there, no, she had to be in the tub with no clothes on. And the worst part was that there were no other clothes to be seen lying anywhere in the room. And then she just had to turn and look at him, showing off her nicely sculpted shoulders. If he hadn't been so intrigued and obsessed with her anger he was sure that her shoulders would have been his next obsession. He knew he was seriously losing it.
And then the singing had begun and he had somehow seated himself on the rim of his large tub. He wasn't quite sure why, but he supposed it was a good thing, because as soon as the pink haired woman turned into the boy from the night before he didn't really care why he sat down. The girl behind him once again looked like some terrified animal. He felt the familiar pang of jealously at this.
"But I still love to wash in your old bathwater," the black haired boy sang, running a hand along Loony Lovegood's jaw line. She completely ignored him, staring off into space. "Love to think that you couldn't love another. I can't help it... you're my kind of man!"
Draco looked up at the boy, and realized something that he hadn't a few moments before. Just like the woman that he had been, he was dressed in sluty clothing as well. Tub top and all. It struck him as oddly amusing, and when he turned to look at the red head in the tub he couldn't quite figure out why she would be scared of a guy dressed in woman's clothing.
"How can you be scared of a guy dressed like that?" he muttered, and she started as his words greeted her ears. He grinned at this, slightly happy that he could make her jump as well. He seriously had problems and he knew it.
"I'm not scared of him," she hissed back, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of red. He did not just use that adjective. Ugly, horrendous, despicable! Not lovely. No.
"You're a bad liar," he began to reply. He never quite got the chance to though as the girl in the tub's hand flashed out of the water and latched itself onto his arm. Draco felt shock roar through him. She had never touched him before. It had always been the other way around. But he couldn't exactly say that he disliked the feeling. And he hated himself for it.
Turning to look at her, he saw shock all over her face, but she wasn't looking at him. He turned and followed her eyes and started at the sight before his eyes. The boy that had been on the stage was now on the floor strolling towards them, a predatory leer in place on his face. Draco was really beginning to dislike this boy, even if he did cause the Weasley to cling to him in support.
"So why do we choose the boys that are naughty? I don't fit in, so why do you want me?" he continued to sing, the female voice sounding horribly wrong issuing from his lips. "And I know I can't tame you... but I just keep trying!"
The grip on his arm increased, but Draco found that he couldn't look at the terrified girl, even if it was something that he enjoyed. The feeling of uneasiness that the boy had caused him to feel last time was once again returning. Because of it, he could not bring himself to look away as the dark haired sluty boy got ever closer.
"'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater. Love to think that you couldn't love another. I'm on your list with all your other women," he sang on, coming to a stop in front of Draco. He found himself looking up at the boy, feeling his uneasiness grow. Why was he after him this time and not the red head? Why was he making him feel so uneasy? Why was he reaching out his hand? "But I still love to wash in your old bathwater. You make me feel like I couldn't love another. I can't help it…you're my kind of man!"
Draco found himself leaning back away from the hand whose fingers looked far too long and spider like to be considered normal. He could feel the heat of the Weasley's body against his skin as he got closer to her, but he ignored it. All that really mattered was that he got away from the person who was singing and trying to touch him. The person who was grinning wickedly in the process.
It was at this moment that the trumpet struck up again. The dark haired boy paused, then continued his slow approach. Then Luna, totally forgotten by all parties, began to sing. It wasn't words that came out of her mouth however, no, it was strange calls that sounded almost like "woo" or "oh". The boy stopped and swung around, glaring at the dirty blonde who had seemingly startled him out of his attack. Draco was so startled himself that he found himself falling backwards.
There was a loud splash and he felt water invade his nostrils and mouth. With hurried movements he tried to sit up, only to find that his legs were still hanging out of the tub and the red head he was partially sitting on was hitting him furiously with her hands, all limbs flailing. It seemed that her fear had been redirected into anger.
"Ahh!" her words reverberated in his head, his ears ringing from the fact that her mouth was right beside his ear. "Get out! Get out, get out, get out, get out, get OUT!" Every phrase was said with a helpful whack on the head.
"Gah!" the now soaking blonde uttered, struggling to sit up properly. Unfortunately this meant that he had to use the girl's body as leverage. "Stop hitting me woman!"
"Ow! Stop it!" she suddenly howled, hitting him eve harder. "That was my boob!"
Draco stopped moving. He had just touched...? Oh, this was wrong.
"Get out!" she shrieked, and a large shove later, Draco found himself sprawled out on the floor, soaking wet. He looked around and realized that he was the only one on the floor and other than the fuming red head, he was alone in the room.
"The music stopped," he said quietly, more to himself than anything or anyone else.
"Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?" suddenly drifted through the air, causing him to look around in search of the voice. He didn't find it though.
"Well, it seems that things got out of control again," Lee's voice echoed through the room, replacing the other voice that had been there before. "But no worries! I have an even better song that is even more meaningful where these two are concerned! And it's by Bob Seger!" There was more clapping. "Old Time Rock and Roll, here we come!"
There was a slight pop, and when Draco looked up from the ground he was still sitting on he was greeted by the sight of Dumbledore in leather pants. He felt his eyes grow larger than he felt was physically possible and his mouth fell open. A glance at the girl in the tub showed him that he wasn't the only one with this shocked expression. Not by a long shot.
Music began to fill the air, and then Dumbledore opened his mouth, seemingly completely oblivious to his audience. "Just take those old records off the shelf. I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself." The voice was gruff and so different from the Headmaster's that it made Draco shiver. "Today's music ain't got the same soul. I like that old time rock 'n' roll!"
It was at this time that Dumbledore began to dance. And it wasn't pretty. Draco heard the Weasley groan and he joined her. It was just too wrong. Too twisted. Even worse than Potter in a loincloth.
"Don't try to take me to a disco! You'll never even get me out on the floor!" Dumbledore continued, swishing his hips violently. "In ten minutes I'll be late for the door. I like that old time rock'n' roll!" More hip swishing, and head bopping, now accompanied by arm waving. "Still like that old time rock'n' roll! That kind of music just soothes the soul. I reminisce about the days of old. With that old time rock 'n' roll!"
"Ahh!" the red head shrieked, burying her head in her hands. "Just make it stop!"
And with that, everything faded away.
~*~
Once again, two teens awoke with a start, both trying to either find the other or the dancing headmaster. The one thought she saw him, but it was only the image burned into her retinas. With slight sighs, they both rolled over and tried to sleep once more.
But it didn't happen.
~*~
A/N: Yay, I got my fav No Doubt song in and my fav Bob Seger song in too! ~snickers~ What fun! Anyhoo, I seem to have a thing for bathtub scenes lately. Now that I think about it I have had more than a couple over the years. And I want to write a few more before I am done... So, has anyone figured out where I am going with this yet?? Just curious... Anyhoo, don't know when the next part will come out. Do you even want another part to come out??
Many thanks to: StArLiTeStArBrItE1, Lallie(Yes, I am very lucky. And I know it was a creepy image, that's why I put it in... MENTAL IMAGE! Hee), Laiannon-fae-elf, Hplov4eva, SkysTheLimit(Hmm, that makes for a very interesting image there. Perhaps it should be drawn...), jules t(Uh, Magical Mystery Tour. The one from today's chapter was called Octopus' Garden), Goddess, o0true0o, meena2, Anika(My god! You're alive! Good to hear from you hun!), Elyse, Angel Black1, aurora borealis1(Oh, I love Pratchette. One of these days I will finish all those books... How many have you read so far??), Rockelle(Hmm, that thought sounds failure, but I will say no more :D), VirtualFaerie(I don't believe it. It can't still be there), cashew(You were one screwed up child, no offense. I like your new choice much better :D), tulzdavampslayer(~grin~), grinnw and storm079.