Title: The New Ginny Weasley
Author: Jaylana88
Pairing: Ginny/Draco, mostly. Will be some Ron/Lavender, and Harry/Hermione sprinkled in.
Rating: R, for language and some explicit content that would probably traumatize young ones
A/N: The usual author's noteà I do not intend to copy, infringe upon, or abuse the characters I have borrowed from J.K. Rowling, but if someone thinks I am, try not to sue. I have no money.
The New Ginny Weasley
Chapter 6: Bloody Americans…
When Ginny awoke the next morning, the first thought that flitted through her mind was, 'Mmm…Draco…' She rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow, desperately trying to escape the beams of sunlight that trickled through her bed curtains and warmed her face. Suddenly, she shot up, hair flying into her face as she let out a yelp. 'Oh Merlin, they're coming!' she thought, gasping. And it was…'ALMOST BREAKFAST!?! "SHIT!!!" shrieked Ginny. Stumbling out of bed, she looked frantically around as her roommates all wandered around preparing for the day, ignoring her outburst, as they had become used to such exclamations by now after five years of living with the excitable redhead.
'Fifteen minutes…' was her only thought as she grabbed her towel and rushed to the bathroom to shower quickly and make herself look at least halfway decent. 'Two minutes flat! A new record!' Ginny crowed, thinking to herself as she exited the shower and dried herself off, walking quickly back to her bed to grab her wand, some clothes and a small makeup bag. Coming back to the bathroom, her hair went from dripping wet to falling lightly around her face with a quick-dry spell she muttered. She threw off the towel and pulled on her dark grey pleated skirt, then brushed her hair out while simultaneously pulling on her bra. "Oooh..." she said sarcastically under her breath, "I am the master at multi-tasking…."
Pulling on a white spaghetti strap top, she then shrugged on an oversized white button-down shirt, rolling the cuffs up once then buttoning the cuffs so that she could use her hands. Grabbing the makeup bag she had set on the countertop, Ginny turned to the large full-scale mirror on the back of the door to rub in a hint of blush, then applied some mascara and cream-colored eye liner that was barely visible on her skin and dabbed on some lip gloss. Finished, she washed off her hands and stepped back to examine the finished product standing in the mirror.
Wide lush eyes stared back at her, a smooth complexion and long, slender legs surprised her. Satisfied, she looked at her face once more, smiling slightly as she noticed that the makeup tips she had learned from Lorey had evidently paid off, as her eyes looked wider and her face more mature.
"Guess there are still some things you just gotta do yourself," Ginny said, smiling at her reflection. Grabbing her towel and bag, she opened the door, cool air pushing her hair back from her face, and walked to her trunk. She tapped the side of it twice, and a large compartment filled to the brim with shoes and boots of all sorts slid open. Grabbing a pair of soft leather clunky-heeled black boots, she sat on her bed and tugged on a pair of low socks, and slid her boots on. Glancing at her clock, she realized that she had only a minute to spare before breakfast officially started. Grimacing, she stood up, grabbed her black school robe and book bag from the hook on the side of her bed, and rushed out of the room, slamming the door shut on her way out.
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"Where the FUCK are they!!?!"
Draco rolled over, and was about to mutter, "Could anyone care less where they are?" but ran out of energy and decided to abandon his original statement, and settled for whatever came out of his mouth first, which happened to be an indistinct "Mmph".
"Draco!" someone yelled. "I know you've done something! Get the fuck up and show me where all my bloody boxers are, you asshole!"
'What boxers?' Draco wondered sleepily, burying his head deeper into the pillows to get away from the voice that persisted in pestering him to full consciousness. 'Oh.' He suddenly thought. 'It's Blaise. That's why I'm so bloody tired,' he realized, then smirked inwardly, 'I hid them all on the top of his bed frame last night.'
"DRACO! MY…BOXERS!" the voice heaved, and suddenly the curtains around his bed were ripped open and his nice, warm comforter was taken from him, leaving him completely, utterly naked, sprawled openly on his bed.
"That was not a good way to start off my day," muttered Blaise after a short pause, looking mildly disgusted at Draco's unabashed nudity.
"F'yuh don' like it, go to hell, bitch," a muffled voice said thickly from within a sea of fluffy pillows. But Blaise wasn't around to hear Draco, as he had stormed away somewhere.
Relieved that he had gone, Draco felt around for his comforter, and found it at the foot of his bed. Sighing sleepily, he threw it over his head, only to have it ripped away once again. But instead of just the air hitting him, ice cold water hit the middle of his body and splashed onto his face, drenching his pillows and making him sputter indignantly, and he shot upright immediately.
"Now who's the bitch?" said a smirking Blaise lightly, before grinning at the murderous expression on Draco's face.
"I'm going to kill you for that, Blaise," said Draco angrily, squinting at his friend through dripping water and bright sunlight.
"You'll have to get rid of that first, Drakey," drawled Blaise, nodding towards his groin. Looking down, he took in the state of arousal he was in, and thought back to the dreams he had had last night. 'Red hair, lots of nakedness...' he wondered, then quickly stomped on that train of thought as his body reacted to the erotic visuals flashing through his mind. He glanced back up and saw that Blaise had turned and found his boxers hanging from his bed frame, and was now in the process of retrieving them by jumping up and down like a maniac, pulling them down one by one. Snorting at his friend's antics, he stood up slowly and stretched, and walked unashamedly to his closet, grabbing his robe and pulling it on.
Walking towards Blaise, he paused momentarily, watching as his friend jumped up to wave his hands wildly, desperately trying to snag a finger onto the hem of his last pair of boxer shorts. Shrugging, Draco watched a second longer, and then strode past, giving Blaise a careless shove while his friend was in mid-jump. Not pausing, Draco kept walking as he heard a crash and a muttered, "Ow…"
'Teach him to wake me up before I'm good and ready,' he thought, finally allowing himself to snicker when he reached the first bathroom. 7th years each had their own individual bathrooms, which they had claimed for themselves when they had gotten back yesterday. Draco, knowing this, had been the first up to the dorms in order to quickly snag the first bathroom, and had then proceeded to set it up as similarly as possible to his bathroom at Malfoy Manor. Locking the door securely behind him, Draco loosened his robe and tugged it off, depositing it on a silver hook on the wall. Stark naked, he braced his hands on the counter and leaned towards the mirror that covered most of the wall, examining his still-pale complexion, even after a long summer of French beaches and classy hotel pools. Frowning, he looked closer, and noted that his cheeks were slightly flushed. 'Probably from that dream…' he thought idly, then paused. 'That was a really good dream…' he added. 'Yes, quite good…' he thought, not noticing that the tops of his cheeks had flushed a darker pink than before. "I wonder if she's really that good in bed…" he said aloud softly.
'Bet you she's better…' a seductive, dirty part of his mind whispered.
Shaking his head, he forced himself to turn his thoughts to the day ahead, and opened the shower door to turn the water on.
'Showers…Ginny…Ginny in the shower, with me, naked….red hair…ARGH!' thought Draco, stepping into the stream of water. Fiddling with the knob on the wall, he turned the water to icy cold in attempt to get himself entirely desensitized, but had no such luck. Sighing, he gave up, turning the water back to hot. And took care of his unbearable state of arousal quickly, with muscles clenched and lungs gasping as he came, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. Relieved, he cleaned up and finished his shower, stepping out and drying himself off with a towel, then grabbed his robe and put it on quickly as he opened the door and walked out.
Relaxed now, Draco sauntered back into the now-busy 7th year dorm rooms, realizing that today he wouldn't even have to come back and share living quarters with anyone for the rest of the year. As Head Boy, he would have his own private room, at the end of the hall, closest to the bathrooms. Absorbed in his thoughts, he didn't even register the fact that Blaise was nowhere in his line of vision, and only came back to himself when a huge pillow whacked him in the face with a loud, resounding thump. The pillow paused momentarily, then slid down off his face to land heavily on the floor with another thump. All noise in the dormitory room ceased, and only the sound of sharp gasps and a singular, "Oh shit…" as Draco blinked once and then looked down at the innocent, fluffy-looking pillow. Looking up, he opened his mouth but was interrupted as an even larger pillow flew through the air and landed on his face, knocking him backwards a foot. Instead of the thump that would normally have sounded after a pillow had hit the floor, there was nothing, as Draco caught it in his hands before it hit the ground and lifted it up behind him. Blaise's eyes widened, and an "Oh, fu-" was all that came out of his mouth before a low snarl interrupted him and a pillow whacked him soundly across the head, so hard that he twisted around and fell back onto the nearest bed, flopping oddly twice before settling down against it, spread-eagle on his stomachand still on the comforter.
Tossing the huge pillow back onto a bed, Draco walked over to his indisposed friend and raised an eyebrow under his now-disheveled hair that had been rudely forced into such a disreputable state by the pillow that had flown into his face earlier. Sitting down next to Blaise, he glanced up and saw that his other roommates were watching curiously. Narrowing his eyes at them, they quickly snapped out of such curiosity and went quickly about their business, some attempting to cram the rest of their books into already bursting book bags while others turned to finish dressing. Turning back to Blaise, he found his friend shaking slightly, odd gasping sounds puncturing the shaking occasionally. Frowning, Draco reached out and poked his friend's ribcage sharply. Blaise flinched away slightly, then the shaking stopped, as did the odd gasping sounds he had been making when he sat up. Looking at the strained sneer on his friend's face, Blaise launched into a fit of laugher, clutching at his stomach and shutting his eyes against the tears threatening to spill over. Draco soon joined him, finally giving into the laughter that threatened to wipe the perpetual sneer off his face. Laughing hysterically, they collapsed onto the bed, which incidentally happened to be Draco's, with Draco in his robe and Blaise in his boxers, clutching their sides as their racket rebounded off the dorm walls and drifted across the hallways to the 7th year girls dormitory.
"What the fuck is all that racket?!" exclaimed a muffled, whiny female voice.
"Don't know…it's coming from outside, though," responded an equally muffled voice.
"Maybe it's those killer whats-its, those wild squirrels that great oaf Hagrid caught, like that last time…" another voice added, trailing off.
"Ungh…" muttered someone who obviously didn't care.
"Damn all wild animals to hell…" growled the sleepy voice of Pansy, as she pressed a pillow to cover her head in an attempt to block out the insufferable noise. 'Why does the first day back always have to involve bloody animals making bloody noises, disturbing my bloody beauty sleep?' she wondered angrily, before shutting her eyes in a feeble attempt to get a few extra minutes of much-needed rest.
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Even with Draco and Blaise collapsing into a fit of hysterical laughter, and Pansy being awakened by "wild animal noises", all three Slytherins still managed to make it to the Great Hall with minutes to spare before breakfast. Ginny however, had barely reached the opened doors when Dumbledore called for silence. Stopping silently, she backed away from the doors, planning on entering as soon as his first-day speech was over with and he had summoned breakfast. Quick footsteps and hushed chatter sounded from behind her, but she paid no attention to it, assuming that they were just students who had woken up late, just like her. Daring a quick peek into the Great Hall, she glanced about, trying to find Kay, Lorey or Lex standing anywhere, off to the side, but found none of them. Sighing, she retreated back behind the doors, wondering where they could possibly be.
Paying attention as Dumbledore began his list of announcements, she didn't hear the three people that had been walking towards her stop talking, and stop walking altogether. She didn't notice that one of the three had begun to grin, or that the other two had clapped their hands over their mouths to stop their laughter. And she definitely didn't notice, so absorbed was she in taking note of Dumbledore's announcements ("The Head Boy and Girl will be moved to their individual dorm rooms tonight. Students, you know where to find them."), the outstretched finger that was aimed at her lower backside. What Ginny did notice, however, was when someone poked the side of her butt sharply, and she gasped and whirled quickly, her mouth in an indignant scowl. The scowl, however was replaced by a round O as her mouth dropped open as her eyes settled on her assailants. Squealing loudly, forgetting that she was standing in front of the wide open doors of the Great Hall, she launched herself at Kay first, who was grinning nastily at her, then Lex and Lorey, whose bright blue hair streaks glinted in the light, who were giggling helplessly behind her.
"KAY!!! LOREY!!! LEX!!!" Ginny shrieked, hugging each girl excitedly, before releasing them abruptly as her ears perked up and detected something odd. Well, her ears perked up and she detected….nothing odd at all, come to think of it. Nothing, as in…silence. 'Uh oh,' she thought, and turned around, blushing slightly as she faced an onslaught of startled gazes and a handful of amused ones.
"Well then," started the pleased voice of Dumbledore, "since Miss Weasley has announced their arrivals already, we may as well move on to that important announcement." He paused slightly, then said in a loud, clear voice, as to be heard by all:
"Let me introduce our three resident transfer students from America, Miss Kaylana Taback, Miss Alexandria Wilson, and Miss Lorelia English!" Dumbledore announced, gesturing to the three young attractive girls standing around Ginny in the large doorway. Hesitantly, the four, as one, strode down the center aisle between tables leading to Dumbledore, and stopped in front of the Headmaster.
Beaming at the student body who was currently engrossed in staring either lustfully or curiously at Ginny, Kay, Lex and Lorey, Dumbledore exclaimed, "Let's give them a warm Welcome to Hogwarts round of applause, everyone!" and started clapping deliberately. Smiling at the Headmaster, the four girls simultaneously turned confident expressions onto the students, expecting their applause.
Startled out of their thoughts, students began to clap slowly, before more joined in, and the applause soon turned into hoots and catcalls as everyone in the Great Hall reacted to the equally powerful expressions on the faces of the stunningly beautiful girls before them.
The Gryffindor table, surprisingly, was the first to quiet down, whereas the Slytherin table was the rowdiest of all, only calming down after Dumbledore had gestured for them to stop.
Turning to the girls, the Headmaster said quietly, "You'll need to be sorted into your houses now, girls. Kaylana, just put on the hat on the stool and you'll be told which table to go sit at."
Nodding, Kay walked to where the Sorting Hat sat on its stool, with Lorey, Lex and Ginny following her, and picked it up. Examining it for a moment, she paused, and glanced up to lock eyes with Ginny. Smiling encouragingly, Ginny nodded towards the hat, and Kay looked at it a moment more before jamming it onto her head violently. Silence, and then…
"SLYTHERIN!" boomed the Sorting Hat. Ripping the tattered old hat off her head, Kay looked around wildly, and then tossed the hat to Lorey quickly. The Slytherin table began to applaud uproariously, thumping their goblets on the table raucously and laughing when Kay had chucked the Sorting Hat away from her. Dazed, Kay stepped away from the stool to stand next to Ginny, who didn't look all that surprised.
"Now you, Lorey," said Dumbledore gently, gesturing to her to put on the hat.
Nervously, Lorey placed the hat on her head, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip. Another moment of silence, and then…
"SLYTHERIN!" the Hat called out again. The Slytherin table cheered again, and Lorey took off the hat quickly and set it down on its stool, walking over to where Kay and Ginny stood, Kay smiling at her in excitement and Ginny nodding understandably.
"And you, Lex," said the Headmaster.
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"SLYTHERIN!" The Hat finally called out, and the entire hall erupted into noise as complaints bounced off the walls from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, and the Slytherins whooped loudly as they called out to the girls.
Ginny shook her head once, and moved towards the Gryffindor table, but a hand on her arm stopped her.
"Gin, where the hell are you going? You are sitting with us, aren't you babe?" shouted Lex over the din, tossing the Sorting Hat at Dumbledore offhandedly, who merely caught it and set it down on the stool once more.
"Well, I suppose…" and no sooner had the words were out of her mouth, then was she being dragged across the room and towards the closest vacancies at the Slytherin Table, which happened to be at the very front, since the Slytherins tended to sit close together in the middle. Draco, Blaise and Pansy, who always sat at the second table, greeted them warmly.
"Hey girls, welcome to Slytherin," said Blaise, smiling mischievously.
"We hope you enjoy your stay with us…" said Pansy, also grinning.
"…because it'll be one hell of a flight!" finished Draco, smirking and glancing at Ginny out of the corner of her eye.
Giving Blaise and Draco a once-over, Kay grinned wildly and exclaimed, "Well, holy shit! Why don't we have these type a' boys on the West Coast? They're so attractive I wanna do 'em right here!"
Smiling cockily, the two boys acknowledged her odd American compliment with grace.
"Thanks, you're not too bad yourself," said Blaise, returning the compliment with one of his own. Pansy, meanwhile, had exploded into laughter, her face lighting up in a broad grin as she exclaimed,
"Why, you'll make bloody brilliant Slytherins!"
"Thanks for that," said Lorey, as they noise in the hall quieted down and breakfast suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Whoaaa….that's sick shit!" said Lex, gazing at the enormous piles of food in front of her with unfiltered adoration, sitting down and pulling Ginny along with her. Kay and Lorey followed their example, settling down to look at all the food with awe.
"Gin, isn't this just the biggest amount food you've ever seen, ever in the world?!?" Lex babbled, gazing hungrily at the breakfast trays.
"Ooooh, Gin! Pumpkin juice! Tiiiight! This crap's supposed to be bomb!" said Kay excitedly, tugging at Ginny's sleeve.
"I can't believe how cool this place is! They just give you food!" squealed Lorey, gesturing animatedly. Suddenly, the three girls stopped talking abruptly, and turned to Ginny simultaneously, who was struggling not to laugh at the identical expressions on her friends' faces.
"Gin…this food is for us, right?"
"Are we allowed to just take it?"
"We won't get into
trouble, will we?"
Ginny glanced at her friends, then looked at Draco, Blaise and Pansy, who had been watching the girls' gesturing and listening to their ramblings with equally bewildered expressions.
"Please, Ginny? I'm hungry…" pouted Kay, and Ginny finally broke down, causing the three 7th year Slytherins to laugh hysterically along with her. Nodding, because she was unable to speak, Ginny waved at the food, which Kay, Lorey and Lex took as, "Go ahead and eat it." They proceeded to load their plates with a huge assortment of foods, digging in quickly.
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Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table, after discussing the new students with his two friends, Ronald Weasley had finally noticed that his sister was not sitting where she usually sat. Looking around wildly, he spotted her, horrifyingly enough, at the head of the Slytherin table, laughing at those transfer student friends of hers that had walked into the Great Hall with her earlier. But, more to the point, Draco, Blaise and Pansy all seemed to be laughing along with her! Ron, angrily, shot up from his seat, which caused him to knock over his goblet of pumpkin juice, spilling it all over himself and Hermione.
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked, brushing at the juice all over her robes. Her shout caused Colin to lean over to check out what was happening. As Ron looked angrily from his robes to the Slytherin table, Colin followed his gaze, and landed on Ginny Weasley's vibrant form. Understanding, Colin leapt up and, while Ron was suitably distracted as Hermione gave another shout, he strode over to the Slytherin table, to warn Ginny of her brother's intentions.
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As her friends pigged out, Ginny breathed a sigh of relief and served herself some fruit. She was never very hungry in the mornings.
"You didn't seem very surprised that all of them made it into Slytherin," Draco commented lowly. 'Sitting next to her is very disconcerting…' he thought.
"Yes well, when you know them like I do, nothing really winds up surprising me," Ginny responded dryly. "You come to expect everything that a normal person wouldn't do."
"I see," said Draco, amused.
"Yes, you see," teased Ginny lightly, smiling at him slightly. "And as for them getting sorted into Slytherin, I guess I'm not surprised because I suspected it all along. Those three've got a vicious streak a mile wide," she said.
"Hey, we have ears, you know?" said Lorey.
"Yes, those things…" said Kay absently, nibbling on a piece of waffle bigger than her face.
"Horrid, they are," Ginny added, raising her voice deliberately. "Those bloody Americans…"
A/N: Oh man I am so disgustingly sick! I can barely see the damn computer screen. Sorry this one measly chapter took soooo LONG….my computer decided to eat itself and not let me onto the internet, so I couldn't post the thing until about 1 in the morn, which it is right now. Anyways, thanks all for patiently waiting, or not so patiently, whatever, for this chapter. In the next bit….the Great Hall breakfast fight, new classes, lots of flirting, and perhaps even some bad *touching* in some equally bad *places*….LOL. Oh I'm so tired. I think I'll turn in. Hope you enjoyed Chapter 6. Please review! Shoutouts next chapter!
-Jaylana