Author: Calex
Disclaimer: Yet again, I do NOT own anything. All belongs to JK Rowling. She created the characters, I'm fucking them up. Nothing belongs to me except for the little plot there is and the few characters, namely Rafe, Anna, Siobhan etc. etc. etc. And so do the nicknames: Ceylon, Ginseng and Oolong. You can use them if you want for any of your stories, just make sure that you ask for permission, first.
Rating: R. That's the highest rating FF.Net will allow, so sighs all around. Although there are no truly naughty bits, yet. And for any of you who think that little scene between Ceylon and Rafe in the beginning was naughty…well. Lets just say you're in for some surprise, kiddo. On that note, check out great smut with great comic potential written by one BlackButterfly on AdultFanFiction.Net. Go on, you know you want to. And after that, she also writes here. Yes, ladies and gents, it's the wonderful Ms. Lunatic Ladybug, a.k.a. Nicki, my bizarro friend. LOL
Spoilers: OotP
Summary: A girl was repressed from her very nature. When something happens to show that she could no longer do that, she is sent back to the very place she was ripped away from to find out who she really is…
Dedications: My lovely band: Nicki, Jas and Caz. I love you guys. You rule. All my reviewers (most of which are my friends whom I've managed to finagle into reading and reviewing my stuff.)^_^
And to any of you who managed to stumble upon this useless excuse of a story. Uh, I mean, this wonderful example of literary art. Yup. That's it. That's what I meant. Really. Don't go…
Author's Note: Aahh… Exams are over, result! Result! Although, ergh, failed Maths. Dammit. And had an IT and Italian Listening Exam. Italian was okay, methinks. However, I did so badly fuck up IT. I mean, how on earth am I supposed to know what GWY…errr…whatever stood for? Or GIGO. Or was it GOGI? Seriously. How does that really help me? LOL. Ignore the ranting. Normal behaviour from yours truly.
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~Some people want deep, meaningful feelings. Some people want all that candlelight and roses crap. As you can tell, I'm very much the president of that club. Not.~
~I've seen you hangin' round
This darkness where I'm bound
And this black hole I've dug for me
And silently within
With hands touching skin
The shock breaks my disease…~
Fuel-Falls on Me
Chapter 2
Dearest Ginseng,
You don't know how much your acceptance means to me. Yes, things have been rather complicated for. It's…difficult. Oh honey, you've always looked down on yourself. Don't! You're Virginia Anne Weasley. You are not Ron Weasley's sister, or Fred and George's. At least, not only that. You are your own person and that person is a wonderful one. I'm glad that you don't have that much experience with men. It's not all it's cracked up to be. My first wasn't a very…pleasant experience. Lets just say he didn't have much staying power. ^_^
Thank you for the vote of confidence. Yes, the girl always has been a bit of a bitch. Ahem. That's not why I nearly fried her, though. Nope. Nuh-uh. *looks angelic*
Yes, of course I remember the three. After all, Harry Potter. What idiot didn't know him? And Hermione's only the most brilliant student to have ever lived. And your brother, Ron, was…well. Abrupt comes to mind. I have memories of him sitting by the fire with Harry playing exploding snap or wizard's chess while Hermione sits with a pile of books, nose nearly touching the table, quill moving furiously over a piece of parchment. Possibly work for the next year or so.
You sound quite close to Malfoy and Zabini (of course I know who bloody Zabini is! He's the twit that charmed my hair into snakes the first week I was in Hogwarts! Of course, his clothes mysteriously was shredded a few days after, so I can't complain. I don't know how that happened, though. I mean, of course I wouldn't! Why would I? *looks innocent*). Why are you hanging out with the Snakes? Although I wouldn't blame you. If people treat you the blasted same way they did when I was there. Great ruddy load of prats, all of them. Well, to hell with them! It's their loss that they don't see Ginseng Bloodfire.
Tell you what: we'll stir them up, some. How does that sound? It'll be Ginseng BloodFire, Ceylon DarkFae and Oolong DreamWatcher against the school. Of course, you've recruited Snakes, which only makes things much more interesting. I can't wait to see their faces when we come back in full force. And we will. It's the year when we make things happen, Gin. The so-called Dream Team's last year. We have a year to shock your brother and rub it in his face that you aren't some little kid anymore. This will be a new project. What do you say?
I end with an agreement to your confession
Forever in my thoughts
Ceylon
P.S. Oolong!!! How are you doing? I'll be looking forward for some mayhem next year, be prepared!
Dear Ceylon,
Ah. Possibly too much information on a post that my brother could intercept. But definitely more details on your first when we see each other, you hear??? I am going to be waiting for a full, detailed report. And it's nice of you to say that about me. I mean. No. You're right. I am Virginia Anne Weasley, daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley, sister to William, Charles, Percival, Frederic, George and Ronald Weasley; but I am also Ginseng BloodFire, member of the Unlikely Trio alongside my sisters Ceylon DarkFae and Oolong DreamWatcher. I am a witch of the highest order…Sigh. If only everyone else sees that, too. Okay. No. I will refrain from flights of self pity. I am better than that. Much better.
LOL. I just bet her being Queen Bitch had nothing to do with the fact that you whooped her skinny white ass. Umm…As you can tell, I've been influenced by muggle television. Specially those highly addictive American shows. Have you seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Angel? Can I just say, Malfoy looks kinda like Spike. So much so that it gave me a wiggins. Sorry. I'll stop it with the slang. =P
Hehe. Sounds like Hermione, all right. She always did have her nose shoved practically through a desk, didn't she? LOL. Rest assured, she's much better now. She only does her work a month in advance. =)
Yes, Harry and Ron do tend to do that a lot as well, don't they? They still do. And they discus Quidditch. Speaking of which, I'm kind of in the team. I'm the reserve Chaser. Yes, yes. I know. I'm incredible. *takes a bow* Years of practice with Bill and Charlie finally paid off.
Yes. Surprising thing, really. I actually like the Snakes. Even Zabini (I'd forgotten about that, LOL. And oh: yeah right!). They're surprisingly great company. They're awfully dry and sarcastic, very cunning. They're really sly and absolutely devious. I absolutely adore them. Hehe. And of course. Whatever you have up your sleeve, I'm ready for. You are a goddess, I swear! We'll liven things up in Hogwarts, shall we? The boys will help. They're good that way. Or should I say, bad?
In anticipation,
Ginseng
P.S. Don't do anything too devious, love. And whoever decided I was DreamWatcher is going to be beaten up within an inch of their lives. As soon as I find out who…*shoots accusing looks at Ginseng and Ceylon*
Oolong
P.P.S. Hey, don't look at me! It wasn't my idea. Remember who came up with all the brilliant name? I didn't ask to be called "Ginseng"!
Ginseng
P.P.P.S. Deny, deny, deny.
Oolong
P.P.P.P.S. It's working very well, so I'll just stick to it, shall I?
Ginseng.
Dearest Ginseng &Oolong,
As you wish, oh secondary priestess. *Rolls eyes* It isn't that much, really. Involved a lot of groping and grunting and sweating. Not the most enjoyable thing I've ever experienced. And if your brother's intercepting the mail, he deserves to read about it. There's nothing that gives a big brother more of a wake up call then hearing their sister talk about sex.
Yes. Really. Do refrain from self-pity. It's an unsightly habit. *turns up nose*
Hehe. Thing's I've learnt in school. They're all stuck up prigs, anyway.
Yayness! New inside to Ginseng! I love trashy American TV shows. And I absolutely adore Buffy and Angel. Drool…No way. Malfoy looks like Spike? Hold me back when I see him so that I don't jump his highborn, pureblooded ass. If you don't, I might do something embarrassing like hump his leg. ^_^
And no, get on with the slang. I use some, once in a while. I love the word "wiggins", though. It just says it all, doesn't it? Don't you think Wesley is just too yummy? I mean, Marsters might be good looking, but he has that obviously not British accent thing, whereas Denisoff sounds de-vine. And he's got that older man sophistication thing going on, while being all rough edged and stuff. He curls my toes. Not as much as Spike does, though. I have a soft spot for bad boys. I hate him all over Buffy. Now, if he were all over me, I wouldn't mind so much.
*Snorts about Hermione and the two. Cheers madly about news of Quidditch position* Oh, well done, Gin. You're probably abso-fucking-lutely fan-bloody-tastic!!! Why the hell are you only on the reserve team? *glares at unknown captain for making bloody mistake*
Hehe. Now I can't wait to meet "the boys" as you call them. Oh, if you like Buffy and stuff, look for books by this author: Laurell K. Hamilton. She's the greatest. Read the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series. They are the best.
Can't wait for this term to start! We'll rock their worlds, eh?
In gleeful anticipation,
Ceylon
P.S. Hey, don't look at me, either. Who the hell came up with DarkFae? *Glares at Ginseng*. And yes, deny, deny, deny works very well indeed.
"25 days to go…" Ginny sang out in the Burrow.
"22 days to go…" Luna said thoughtfully in the offices of the Quibbler.
"14 days to go…" Siobhan said apprehensively, staring at the steaming coffee cup in her hand.
"12 days to go," Molly reminded Ginny.
"8 days to go," Mr. Lovegood said distractedly, over an upside down copy of the Quibbler.
"5 days to go," Anna reminded a subdued Siobhan.
"2 days to go," Ron said cheerfully to Harry over breakfast.
"2 days to go," Ginny moaned in a post to Luna.
"2 days to go. Got your stuff?" Rafe asked Siobhan.
Siobhan stared at her reflection in the mirror with some apprehension. She was wearing a pair of snug, faded blue jeans with a dark, forest green top that brought out her bright green eyes, but also emphasized on the silvery threads. Her dark hair was left to fall in loose curls to her shoulder blades and black leather boots encased her feet. She looked herself critically over in the mirror and sighed. It'll have to do. Even she had to admit that she looked good. Not her best, but definitely not her worst.
There were slight shadows under her eyes, but it only leant to the mystery surrounding her. Her lips were lightly brushed with balm to keep it moisturised and it's natural rose tint bloomed. Her cheekbones were defined by rouge in a bronzy pink colour that went well with her naturally darkened complexion. She didn't know what was wrong. She was going back to school, to the place she had loved. She was going to see her best friends again. She was going to go to the classes she had so missed. But she couldn't deny her frazzled nerves. She frowned. Why?
"Shav?" Anna poked her head through the door of their rented room at the Three Broomsticks. "You ready?"
Siobhan took a last look at her appearance and let out a tired sigh. Picked up her bottle of CK one and spritzed some on generously and replaced it in her leather backpack. She straightened and met Anna's eyes and nodded curtly.
"As I'll ever be."
"Where is she?"
Luna tried not to smile at Ginny's impatience. The slim redhead was standing on tiptoe, trying to see above everyone's heads to hopefully meet the familiar features of an old friend.
"Relax, Ginseng. I'm sure she's here somewhere. We've got ages to go."
"I know," Ginny sighed, rocking on her heels, her eyes searching fruitlessly through the drove of people. She felt like she was being crushed, and her tension was not helping matters any. "God, where's the ferret when you need him?"
"You rang?" A droll voice said from behind her. Ginny jumped a foot in the air and whirled around, jaw length firey hair sweeping in the air in a graceful arc as she met his gaze.
"Merlin." She held a hand to her chest, breathing hard. Then she shot him an irritated look. "Don't you bloody dare do that to me again, you obnoxious little brat. I almost had a bloody heart failure!"
"Oh so sorry," he replied smoothly. She shook her head at him, but couldn't help the quirk of her lips.
"No. You're not."
"No, I'm not," he agreed, easily, stepping towards the two. Immediately, the crowd gave them a wide girth. She grinned. That's more like it.
"Where's Zabini?" she asked curiously.
"Getting us a compartment. Why on earth are you still out here in the crush when you could be in the luxury of a coach?"
"Good question," Ginny muttered. Then Luna shook her head.
"How easily it is to forget. Darling, we're waiting for someone."
"Oh," Ginny flushed. Shot Luna a dark look. "I, uh, of course."
"What are you hiding, luv?" Draco asked warily, watching her flush. It only served to make her flush deepen.
"Nothing," she denied, a little too quickly. Draco merely raised an eyebrow. "I'm not!" she said, defensively.
"Deny, deny, deny," came a dry tone from behind them. "It doesn't seem to work so well, Ginseng. Methinks you need to improve on your technique."
"Oh!" Ginny whirled around once again, saw the brunette and shrieked. "Bloody hell, Ceylon!" she rushed to give the petite girl a hug. Siobhan returned the hug fiercely. Then she hugged Luna. The three girls were laughing and crying, creating an absolute scene as they talked at a high speed of everything and nothing. Draco stood absolutely still, watching the scene in front of him. His jaw tightened. He turned on his heel and left, his leather jacket billowing behind him like a cloak caught in the wind.
Ginny noticed the movement and pulled away. She turned in confusion at where Draco was sitting. Her eyes widened.
"Drake!"
"Bloody hell," Luna sighed, watching Draco's rigid back disappear through the surging crowd, platinum blond hair gleaming almost white in the harsh late Summer sunlight. "Jealousy has kicked in. Our Dragon's a mite too sensitive for his own good."
"Don't I know it," Ginny sighed. Siobhan kept quiet. She didn't want this. She didn't want them to not e friend with their old friends anymore, just because she was there. It wasn't supposed to be like that.
"I…I can leave. Find another coach, if you want," she said softly. "It obviously bothers your friend that I'm here."
"Oh, don't mind Drake. He's like that to everyone," Ginny waved it off, but there was something in her eyes that made Siobhan know that it wasn't just that. There was something about her specifically that set off Lord Malfoy. Ginny shook it off and smiled at Siobhan. "Want to go find that compartment. I'd love to see how Zabini would react to seeing you again." The sound of Siobhan's husky laugh filled the platform as the three went on their way to do just that.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed as he bumped into countless of people. Harry seemed to face the same problem, although Hermione seemed to sail serenely by, unperturbed by the bustling crowd. Harry looked up and sniggered at the thunderous look on his best friend's face, clashing horribly with his ginger hair.
"Cheer up, Ron," Harry said between sniggers. He hefted the trunk magically behind him as they pushed open yet another compartment. "It can't be all ba-" He stopped abruptly and stared, mouth gaping open. Ron looked at his friend, a scathing remark ready on the tip of his tongue when he saw Harry's awestruck expression.
"Harry? What are you…Bloody Hell!" he exclaimed once again. Hermione was going to give him a sharp reprimand, but what she saw in the compartment stopped her in her tracks as well. Her eyes widened and her brain was fighting with what she was actually seeing. It couldn't be right, could it? She saw the two Princes of Slytherin sprawled comfortably on the seats of the compartment, watching as three girls chatted excitedly to each other: one blonde, one redhead and one brunette. The first two were familiar. WAY too familiar.
"Ginny? Luna?"
The two ignored the confused output and continued chatting to the third girl. The brunette was smiling in a way that let them all know that in no way had that gone past her. She was smiling and nodding to the two. Ron's nostrils flared.
"Ginny!"
The redheaded girl leaned forward and whispered something that made the brunette throw back her head and let loose a cackle that made the hairs on the three's necks stand on end. Harry shivered and Ron took an unconscious step back. Who was that girl? Hermione was the only one who asked.
"Who are you?" the bushy haired prefect asked.
The brunette looked up at Hermione and studied her, tilting her head to the side and perused the older girl carefully. Hermione felt the need to fidget, but was appalled at herself and stubbornly held her ground, keeping her body still, but barely so. A corner of her mouth tilted up and she nodded.
"Ceylon DarkFae. Better known as Siobhan Maxwells. My cohorts, Ginseng BloodFire, Oolong DreamWatcher, Eolaus DragonKin and Tom Shreds."
"What?" Ron asked, startled. "You're Ceylon?"
"Tom Shreds?" Zabini asked, sounding affronted.
"Must a certain someone be reminded of a little incident that happened to another certain someone on their first week in Hogwarts?" Siobhan raised an eyebrow coolly, pointedly.
"Then why aren't you known as Medusa?"
"Because I am High Priestess. Ginseng is Secondary Priestess and Oolong is Priestess in Command. And because I made up all the names," Siobhan said loftily. Luna broke off in the middle of laughing to mock glare at her.
"Oi! You said you didn't give the names."
"I didn't make up mine."
"Or DreamWatcher either, eh?" Ginny rebuked wickedly. Siobhan rolled her eyes.
"Like you didn't have anything to do with that either."
"I didn't!"
"Mhmm." Siobhan looked sceptical. "Who was the one who looked for a name with as much subtle dig as possible?"
"You helped."
"I never denied that."
"Ahem."
Both girls looked guiltily at Luna, who had her hands on her hips and an eyebrow cocked up. For once, the Dream Team saw her and didn't see the ditzy, dreamy girl they'd gotten used to. Ron's mouth gaped open slightly. Hermione caught a look at him from the corner of her eye and silently sighed. It wouldn't help his burgeoning crush on the girl, any.
"Sorry, Oolong."
"Speaking of bad nicknames," Draco drawled. "Why the hell am I stuck with Eolaus? I am nobody's follower. Least of all not a sodding Greek demi God hero's."
"Awww… Eolaus isn't that bad."
"Yeah. He was pretty fit in the TV Show."
"Ooh," Siobhan turned to Ginny. "Which one? Normal or Young Herc?"
"Normal. The highlights of young Herc is Jason."
"Mmmm…" Siobhan closed her eyes and had a very 'cat that ate the canary' look on her face. "Yummy."
"Still doesn't beat Spike, though."
Siobhan had a glint in her eye. She turned to Ginny. "You remember that conversation we had, right? That last letter?"
"Which one?" Ginny asked, getting a mischievous look on her face. "The one where you said to grab hold of you before you did something embarrassing like hump Malfoy's leg?"
"What?" Five startled people exclaimed in varying stages of shriek, yell, and "what the hell".
"Hey, you're the one who said how nummy Spike was and commented that Malfoy looked like him," Siobhan said, ignoring everyone else.
"She's got a point, Ginseng," Luna sounded thoughtful and dreamy, again. Ginny had flushed a deep red and slumped low on her seat.
"This is where 'Deny, deny, deny' comes in useful," Ginny said, voice muffled by the cloak she pulled over her flaming face. Siobhan cracked up laughing and began pulling at the cloak while Luna smiled in the same dreamy way. The girls had a mock tug-of-war and ended up with a loud "mmmph!" on the floor, a tangle of cloaks and limbs.
"Hey!" Harry called out. "You still haven't explained what the hell is going on. Ginny, who is this girl? What are you doing with Malfoy and Zabini?" He spat out their names like it was a dirty word. The writhing mass of limbs on the ground stilled and the whole compartment became frozen. Then Siobhan pushed herself off from the floor, slowly, carefully. She met Harry's eyes dead on while she climbed carefully to her feet. Harry gulped and fought not to take an involuntary step back. There was something frightening in her eyes just now.
"What," she said, her words very, very careful. "Do you mean by that?"
"I..I meant that…What the hell is…was she…what are the snakes doing here?" he stammered and actually did take that step back at the anger that now blazed in her eyes.
"I. Cannot. Believe. You. Just. Said. That." She said slowly, controlled. But her voice was trembling slightly from anger. "How. Dare. You."
"How dare me? I'm her brother's best friend. I count myself as another brother to her. I-"
"But you're not, are you?" her words were whispered and harsh. "You're not her brother. You're not her friend. She frankly doesn't need you. She already has enough overbearing brothers as it is, without adding you to the mix. After the abysmal way you've treated her, all of you," at this her gaze swept to the other two. "you're lucky she still lets you hang around her. You don't deserve to."
There was a stunned silence as she met each and every one of their gaze, then she whirled around and walked towards the two Slytherins.
"Now wait a minute!" Ron was the first one to regain his power of speech. "How dare you speak to me like that? She's my sister."
"Then open your eyes!" she burst out, angrily. "Open your eyes, dammit. All of you. How many of you have actually noticed how much she's grown? Changed? How many of you realise that she's not that little girl that needs to be saved, anymore? She's a young woman who knows how to take care of herself. She's got friends who're willing to themselves for her, too." She saw the shocked looks on their faces and she made her way determinedly towards Ron. Looked into his eyes. Reached out a hand to cup his chin…and gently forced his gaze towards his sister.
"Look at her," she whispered in his ear. "Look how much she's changed. She's now nearly as tall as Harry, taller than your mother. And her long hair's been cut off, too. Look."
Ron couldn't help but follow her instructions and his eyes locked on Ginny's form. He shook his head and it seemed as if a haze was clearing. Oh God, she was right. Ginny was taller than his mum. She had to be nearly 5"10, slim as a reed and her hair was cropped to her jaw and was a brilliant shade of blood red shot through with fire. There were also dark streaks of midnight in her hair, deepening the colour. The freckles that were so prominent on most of the Weasley males were hardly noticeable on her, just a light sprinkling on her nose. Her skin was creamy and had that pale quality most redheads had. He realised his sister not only was grown up, but was actually quite pretty.
"I'm going to kill Michael Corner."
The words escaped him before he could think. It startled a laugh out of Siobhan and she patted Ron's cheek.
"At least you notice her, now."
Ron looked down at the petite brunette and saw her for the first time. This one was pretty as well. Not like Ginny, but striking. She was small and curvy, olive skinned with long dark hair in waves shot through with blue. Now that he looked at her properly, he noticed the two streaks of white at her temples, running all the way from the roots to the tips. Her mouth curved gently, the bottom lip naturally fuller than the top, a natural rose tint. Her cheekbones were high, her jaw perfectly square. She had hints of a slight dimple when she smiled. She looked to be…Greek. Polynesian, maybe.
"You still haven't told us who you were," he said softly, looking down at her. She smiled and he watched with a certain fascination as that full lower lip curved, that slight dimple winked, those bright green eyes warming the icy grey threads.
"I have mentioned my name," she said, and he revelled in the soft, husky timbre of her voice.
"It didn't seem important at the time."
"And it is, now?" A teasing note was in her voice and he smiled back.
"It could be."
"Ugh," the exclamation brought the two back to earth. Siobhan and Ron flushed when they realised just how close together they had been standing. She stepped back abruptly from him and broke the spell. They turned and saw Ginny looking at them with her face twisted with disgust.
"Eww…I really didn't need to hear my best friend and brother flirting."
"I was not flirting."
"Deny, deny, deny." This came from Draco in a droll tone. She shot him a glare.
"The day I flirt, you'll know, DragonKin."
"Was that an offer?" he teased.
"Are you going to make it into one?" she shot back, her blood returning to it's normal place and her voice down to a faint purr. He looked surprised, then smirked.
"It could be."
"Make it worth my while, Eolaus."
"Why don't you make it worth mine?"
"Oh, it will," she laughed a low, sultry laugh that gave sensual promise.
"Down, over hormonal people, down." Ginny said dryly. "Why don't we keep a clamp on our hormones for the rest of the trip at least. Zabini, wizard's chess? And you three planning to take a seat or just to stand there?"
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other. Then at the compartment. Or rather the people in the compartment. Two snakes, Ginny, Luna, and a girl they were sure of being dangerous, at least to their piece of minds. Dare they?
"We'll take a seat."
Okay, that's over and done with. Will begin on chappie 3 immediately. Or at least some of my other stuff. Namely, Chapter 6 of P,P&F. Now, it's off to bed-y bye for me. Nite nite.
~Calex~