Romiet and Julio
Ok that's a weird title but the idea is a Romeo and Juliet story switched... ya know the families are friends but the kids are enemies... but eventually they get together (not so switched) and everyone gains immortality (whoa... ok maybe I won't do immortality but it's still funny lol)... I should rewrite/add to this in a real fic... then again I've said that about what, like two of my other chapters?
So I hope you enjoy and this'll probably be really long so sit back and relax!
...btw if it seems a little strange I know... and if you ask in a review I probably won't know either cuz I am strange... hehe and o yeah it's during winter break... or the first part is, anyway
"Ginny, darling! Could you please go upstairs and change out of those filthy degnoming clothes?"
Ginny started. Her mum never made her change if she didn't want to... unless company was coming. She groaned at remembering this.
"Why? Who's coming?"
"Nobody's coming... we're going!" Mrs. Weasley cried cheerfully. "We're going to have dinner with the Malfoys!"
Ginny opened her eyes in surprise. "The Malfoys? They hate us, remember?"
"Ginny, how many times must I tell you? They have changed after Lucius went to Azkaban. It turns out that he was keeping them under his lock and key! Narcissa and her darling son were never going to be Death Eaters, if they could help it."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh all right." She began to trudge up the stairs to go clean up and get ready. She was halfway up the stairs when—
"Oh, and Ginny? Make sure you wear something really nice. I talked to Narcissa this morning by Floo, and she said she's placing you next to Draco at the table! Isn't that wonderful?" Mrs. Weasley was practically squealing.
Ginny stared daggers at her mum, and shouted, "I hate him! You know that!"
Mrs. Weasley looked at her daughter as if to say, you know better than that. "Ginny?"
Ginny sighed again, and asked meekly, "Is it formal?"
Mrs. Weasley smiled, and cried, "Of course! Oh, this will be soo much fun!"
Ginny raised her eyebrows and looked at her mother in mild surprise, then finished walking upstairs to her room.
~*~*~*
"Oh Ginny! You just look absolutely wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley sniffed as her daughter walked towards her. "Oh, where is Arthur? Arthur!" She hurried back up the stairs, to find her husband.
Ginny had to agree herself. She was wearing Muggle-inspired, dark green robes, and had added a few little touches of make-up, just to make her mother happy... God Forbid should she want to impress Draco Malfoy.
"Ginny? Are you sure you want to wear that?" a deep voice asked.
The last remaining boy at home of the Weasley family walked down the stairs, his long, gangly legs coming first. Although Ron hadn't quite gotten used to liking Draco, he could accept the fact that he wasn't completely bad. Ginny's robes were standard, except for the color, but were a little bit tighter than her normal school uniform.
Ron's over-protectiveness (AN: word?) still hadn't quite worn off, even though Ginny was 16 years old. He eyed Ginny suspiciously, saying, "Are you sure you're not trying to impress a Malfoy?"
Ginny looked at Ron with loathing all over her face. "Who wants to impress a ferret?"
Ron grinned, as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came rushing into the room indicating that they had to leave as they motioned for Ron and Ginny to take a handful of Floo powder. With a "Malfoy Manor!" everyone disappeared.
~*~*~*
Ginny and Ron arrived breathless in one of the many huge fireplaces of Malfoy Manor. A butler was standing in a tuxedo, with a brush and bowl of water at hand to dust them off. He then guided them to the living room, where their parents had already Apparated, and where Draco and Narcissa Malfoy were sitting.
Narcissa turned her smiling face towards the two Weasley children. "My my dearies, don't you look wonderful. Take a seat, and we'll begin dinner soon."
Ginny and Ron stared in awe at their surroundings as they walked towards the huge comfy couches in the living room. There was a grand piano, which had to have been around 10 feet long. A merry fire was going in the fireplace, sending up green and purple sparks. The rug felt as if it were pure wool, and was a deep ruby red color, while the couches they were now sitting on were an ivory white. "Wow... you have a beautiful home," breathed Ginny.
Draco cleared his throat, and spoke for both him and his mother. "Thank you... Weas-Virginia."
Ginny looked at Draco with an interested look in her eyes but her eyebrows raised. He had started calling her Weasley, as always, but then called her Virginia? She assumed he was just putting on a show for his mother, for, even though according to her mother he had no intention of being a Death Eater, he certainly was mean enough to be one.
"Uh...Please-please call me-Ginny... Ma-Draconis." (AN: is that his real name? Hmm...)
"Draco, if you wish."
"Certainly."
An awkward silence fell over the six people, four of whom had listened to probably was the longest conversation Ginny and Draco had ever had without an insult being said. Narcissa broke the silence by saying, "So, Arthur... found anything interesting on your raids?"
Draco was staring hard at Ginny with his cold, gray eyes. She looked defiantly back, her coffee eyes gleaming with a burning reflection of the fire. She gave him a warning look, then turned her attention back to the adults' conversation.
"...The MacNairs have had a few interesting objects, although they don't seem dangerous at the moment, and I think the Adrionisons have a few maybe... more dangerous objects—but not to worry! We've confiscated them until further notice."
Narcissa continued the conversation. "Of course, of course." Suddenly a bell rang, and the same butler who had dusted Ginny and Ron off stuck his head into the room.
"Your supper is ready. Please follow me."
He led them into a grand dining room, which had a table for probably twenty, a 5-foot wide chandelier, and a giant bowl of steaming soup in the middle.
"Gather round, everyone. I put some place cards out, just to make it feel a little more fun!" Narcissa clapped her hands in what seemed like glee, and waited for everyone to find their places before sitting down. While they had been sitting down, a servant had been patiently standing by each chair, ready to wait on their 'client,' so to speak.
"Soup Miss?" Ginny nodded. "And what kind would you prefer?"
"Uh... Split pea, I suppose."
"Right." The middle-aged woman ladled out a greenish soup. "Here you go, darling. Anything else I can get you? A few slices of French baguette, perhaps?"
"Uh... sure. Yes, please, I mean."
Meanwhile, next to her, Draco ordered clam chowder. Ginny looked over at him, and was only mildly surprised that the soup changed at the servant's command.
"So, Weasley. This must seem like an entire three meals to you." Draco hissed, pretending to get some bread.
"As a matter of fact, it doesn't, Malfoy," Ginny spat his name. "You haven't changed. I wouldn't be surprised if you really were a Death Eater, taking after your despicable father."
At the mention of his father, Draco's eyes clouded, but they cleared up quickly. "For your information, I'm not. You can search my body for the Dark Mark, but you won't find it. My father was a despicable person, but that doesn't mean you can insult him, Weasel."
Ginny glared at Draco, but had to stop talking, as Mrs. Weasley was looking at her to stop whispering.
Dinner and dessert continued in this manner, the servant serving their person whatever he or she wanted, Draco and Ginny occasionally whispering to each other—and unfortunately for Narcissa and Molly [Weasley], they weren't love whispers. They kept calling each other by last names, refusing to call each by his or her real name. They insulted each other and their families, and never stopped unless they felt the either approving or disapproving glance of someone else at the table.
Finally, when everyone had had their fill, they went back into the living room. "Draco, dear. Would you like to play something on the piano for the Weasleys?"
Draco sighed, but responded, "Sure, Mum." He got up and went to the piano, adjusted the seat, got out his music, and began to play. Ginny had to admit that he was rather good. But she still didn't like his persona. And she vowed that she never would.
~*~*~*
A few weeks later, Ginny, Ron, and Draco had been back at school for two weeks. That morning, Ginny overslept. She awoke at 9:15, looked at the clock, and suddenly comprehended how late it was. She jumped out of bed, hurriedly threw on her uniform, and put her hair into a messy ponytail. She grabbed her books had rushed out of the Gryffindor common room, in an attempt to get to double Herbology. She was almost out the front doors of the castle, when
SMACK
"Ouch!" Ginny landed on the floor, rubbing her arm. "I'm terribly so- Oh it's you." She was staring at the tall, muscular form of Draco Malfoy. She was surprised when he offered his hand to her to help her up.
"And who have we here?" Draco asked, turning on his "sexy bad boy mode." He took a good look at Ginny before he realized, "Oh. Good morning. Weaslette, I had you mistaken for a new, CUTE girl." Draco sneered.
Ginny looked suspiciously at Draco. "Oh, so now you've graduated to calling me Weaslette? I'm flattered."
"Yeah well I figure that since my mother noticed me calling you Weasel and told me to stop, I'd be a little bit nicer."
"Oh well... thank you, Ferret," Ginny's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Ah ah ah! I'd watch your tongue if I were you."
"I do not have the capability to see it while it is in my mouth. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to class. I see that you have no desire to."
Draco lazily leaned against the wall. "Did it ever occur, Weaslette," he drew his face just a couple inches away from her. "that it is a Saturday?"
Ginny suddenly became aware of the noises coming from right outside the doors. It sounded like some people were having a snowball fight. She smacked her head, but then turned her attention to glaring at Draco. "Well maybe I would have realized it sooner if you hadn't," She hissed the next word. "detained me."
"Hmm... maybe not. But how will we ever know? You certainly don't have the money to find out."
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She slapped Draco as hard as she could. He scowled at her, and rubbed his pink cheek. "I am soo SICK of you insulting my family. Maybe we're not all rich pimps like you, but at least our family loves each other." And with that, she stalked away, back towards the Gryffindor common room.
If Draco's looks could kill, she would have been dead within seconds.
~*~*~*
Draco couldn't stop thinking about how cute Ginny had looked while she was sitting on the floor, after running into him. He was lying on his bed, about to go to sleep later that day, WHAT?! He sat up. Had he just told himself that he thought the Weaslette was CUTE?! He shook his head. Probably too much snow, he thought.
~*~*~*
Ginny lay in bed while Draco was thinking. She was trying to get to sleep, but she couldn't seem to. She got out of bed and tiptoed out to the common room. She sat and stared at the fire while drinking a glass of water to calm herself down.
Wait... she thought. What am I calming down about?
She tried to think, and a sudden flash of blonde hair came into her vision. Draco? No WAY! She still hated him for the way he had acted earlier. That's all... I'm just thinking about what an arse he is.
Even if Draco had begun to have his doubts about liking Ginny, Ginny was sure she still hated Draconis Malfoy.
~*~*~*
Ginny was getting bored in History of Magic. Then again, when wasn't anyone? It seemed that the only person she knew who could withstand Professor Binns was Hermione. Ginny started doodling in her notebook, but soon tired of it. She looked around the room at the other bored students. A blond-haired boy with a sharp nose was fast asleep. He reminded her of Draco. Argh... how I HATE the boy... well really he's a man but not to me! she thought defiantly.
~*~*~*
Draco still felt like puking whenever he saw any redhead, because whoever it was reminded him of Ginny. That scum... how could I have thought she was pretty? Okay, so maybe she is. But she is soo not my type! Ew, she's not that popular, isn't rich, and I hate her family, even though I'm not supposed to... His thoughts trailed off.
~Meanwhile~
"Oh hello Narcissa! How nice of you to pop in!" Mrs. Weasley spoke to Narcissa Malfoy's head in the fire. "Would you like anything to eat?"
Narcissa shook her head. "No thank you darling. I just wanted to talk a bit."
Mrs. Weasley looked at Narcissa's head and grinned. "About Draco and Ginny?"
"Of course!" Both mothers laughed. "Aren't they just adorable? Your Ginny's going to be a fine woman! And to think that soon she'll be my daughter-in- law!"
"Why, thank you. Draco's quite a man as well!" But then Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes in a friendly manner. "Are they going out? Have you heard from Draco?"
"Well... as a matter of fact no... they're not going out. Draco still writes that he... erm... hates her." Narcissa stopped, not wanting to tell her new- found friend that Draco still thought the Weasleys were poor and bothering. Draco may have thought that, but I don't, she thought.
"Oh... really?" Mrs. Weasley inquired. "Well... I'm sure they'll work things out... at least I hope they will."
~*~*~*
Ginny and Draco still hated each other. Although it was going to change soon...
~*~
Ginny walked around a corner, going to the Great Hall for dinner. She stopped when she saw Draco reading a letter... probably from his mother, she thought. She saw him smile... but it was a genuine smile, not the usual smirk that he had on his face. His grin grew as he continued to read the letter. Ginny smiled herself—so Draco did have a soft side... well okay... softer. She turned and tried to walk away so she could leave him alone.
"Hey Weaslette! Where do you think you're going?"
Ginny turned. "Uh... to the Hall to have dinner... why?" She frowned at the slowly spreading scowl spreading across Draco's face.
"Because I want to talk to you. Let's go." He ran and took Ginny's arm, pulling her towards a more private corridor.
"Draco!" Ginny screamed. "Draco! Stop! Why can't we just talk there? What are you doing?"
Suddenly Draco let go of her arm and stopped to breathe. "Because," he snarled. He pushed her against the wall and leaned in towards her. "So... What have you been telling your mum?"
"N-nothing..." Ginny grew defiant as she stared at Draco. "What do you want? What have you been telling your mother?"
Draco spun away from her, practically growling. "That I hate your very core."
"You talk to her about me?"
"She forces me to."
"She... she... force—WHAT?! Why does she want to know about ME?!"
"Hmm... you really don't know anything, do you? Apparently our parents who have grown so close want us to get together," he hissed as he leaned in close to her again.
Ginny had nothing to say to that, but only to open her eyes wide in surprise. But then— "Us? Together? No way! I wouldn't get close to you for the world!"
Draco smirked. "You seem to be fairly close now."
Ginny suddenly became aware of their close proximity. "Well..." she cleared her throat. "Now that you mention it... you... you are a little close, Draco."
He sneered. "Does that bother you?"
"A—a bit." She tried to not sound offensive.
Suddenly Draco pinned her to the wall and stared into Ginny's eyes, which were growing wider. Draco pushed his mouth a bit roughly against Ginny's, and gave her a fiery kiss. "As much as that bothered you?" he smirked, sensing Ginny's discomfort. He let her go, and sauntered away. Ginny touched her lips, which were burning from...
from what? Did... did I... feel something? She thought frantically, still rubbing her arms and lips.
~*~*~*
Later that night, Ginny lay in bed, still thinking about what Draco had done. She had skipped dinner, not feeling hungry anymore, and went straight up to her dormitory.
He is a really good kisser, Ginny found herself thinking. No, no, no! What am I thinking?
You're thinking about DRACO... that's what you're thinking, she responded to herself.
Why am I thinking about Draco?! Of all people...
Because you're starting to get over Harry... think about it...
I am! I mean... I AM thinking about it!
Ginny's mind war came to a stop.
Does that mean I've gotten over Harry and started liking Draco? She wondered.
She fell asleep, snoring lightly, exhausted by her thoughts.
~*~*~*
Draco was also thinking about what he had done. (AN: wow I do a lot of that... thinking in bed thing lol)
What came over me? Okay, so I'm a bit of a... what is it, bad boy, so to speak... but why did I kiss Ginny?
Did you just say Ginny? What happened to Weasley? Or Weaslette?
Uh...Of course I said Ginny... I'm a proper gentleman, remember?
Yeah right. So why'd you say Ginny?
Because... I haven't a clue...
HAHA! It's because you like her... man you really ARE a bad boy, aren't you? Malfoys don't like Weasleys!
I do NOT like her!!
Yes you do! Yes you do! HAHAHAHAHA!!
Draco couldn't take laughing at himself anymore. He rolled over, slightly annoyed by Crabbe's and Goyle's snores, and tried to let sleep take him.
(AN: Wow notice the similarities b/w Ginny and Draco? They both have mind wars... okay I give up! You win! I didn't do that on purpose... just had no other way to do it... lol)
~*~*~*
Narcissa and Molly were still having almost daily conversations about their children. Narcissa would give Molly the new update on what Draco had sent her, and Molly would sigh in the contentness of her daughter's supposed "young love." They would scheme to get their two children together, but to no avail. They couldn't make a plan that didn't involve them going to the school themselves, which they knew was a sort of unwritten law. They never knew, of course, that things were unfolding already...
~*~*~*
Ginny and Draco had continued to have a few random meetings over the next few weeks. Every time Draco would begin by insulting Ginny and telling her about letters his mother had written him. But then every time he leaned in to hiss at her, he felt a desire to kiss Ginny. He told himself that he just wanted to make Ron mad, but on the other hand he still couldn't understand it... well he sort of did... but he didn't want to admit it.
On Ginny's side, she had noticed that Draco always had one lock of hair hanging in his eyes, which she (secretly of course) thought made him look kinda... well... hot. While he wanted to kiss her, she wanted to push that one lock of hair out of his eyes and stay in his arms forever. Man, his arms are buff... what does he do? She continued to tell herself that she hated him, and she was only noticing his arms because he pinned her to the wall so many times. But she still couldn't figure out why she always had that urge to touch him. In a month, both had sighed probably about a zillion times, trying to hold back their feelings.
~*~*~* A week later *~*~*~
"Hey Weaslette."
Ginny turned from her breakfast and her friends to see the pointed face of Malfoy. She had started to call him Draco in her mind, but still replied coolly, "What is you want, ferret face?"
Draco sneered. "I need to talk to you."
"About..." Draco glanced at Hermione, Ron, Harry, and the rest of Ginny's friends watching him. "About those damn letters."
Ron watched him in interest. "What letters, Malfoy?"
"Why do you need to know?"
Ginny sighed, seeing that Draco (nor she either!) wanted anyone to know what their parents talked about. "Whatever Ron. He's probably trying to use me to decide whether to join Voldie or not."
Draco's eyes narrowed at Ginny speaking of Voldemort in vain. "Did your mother not tell you? I hate him. He's despicable."
"Then why don't you speak his name?"
"My father forbids me."
"Ooh... so I see now! You're still taking orders from your practically dead father in Azkaban."
"Just shut up and come outside."
Ginny sighed, gave her friends an If I don't go he'll beat me up look, she followed him out of the Great Hall. He grabbed her arm again and ran to the place where he had kissed her those many weeks ago.
"What—"
"My mother's planning to come up here."
"She—WHAT?! To do what?"
"To...erm... do something I'm not exactly sure what but I think she and your mother have finally cooked up some sorta scheme to get us together!" Draco said this all very fast in one breath. Ginny had to think a moment to decipher what he had said.
"What... why? They know we hate each other... don't... don't they? You haven't been writing else wise, have you?"
Draco looked glum and serious. "I tell my mother the truth about everything she wants to know."
Ginny narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What does that mean?"
"I—I... Ginny... I'm not usually shy with girls, but with you I am! Why do you do this to me?"
Ginny's mouth dropped open a couple centimeters. "I do... nothing to you! And you are shy with me? I don't think so..."
Draco hung his head a bit. "That's the only reason why I'm so mean to you, even when we're alone, it's because..." They looked up and both suddenly realized how many times they had been alone together. "Because... I... don't know how else to act," Draco finished meekly.
Ginny shook her head. "This is confusing me."
Draco nodded, but never took his eyes off Ginny's. He leaned in... closer... closer...
The sound of pounding feet echoed in their ears and bounced around a few times in their heads. They broke apart (not that they'd ever been together), took one look at each other, then, frightened at what they'd almost done, ran off in opposite directions. Ginny didn't stop until she had reached the Fat Lady, then gasped, "Beetle Bunch!" and ran up to her room. She flopped onto her bed, since she had about fifteen minutes before her first class. Did I really almost kiss Draco... out of my own will? She shivered a bit, even though it was quite warm huddling under her covers. Oh my god!! She began to crawl out from under the covers, but then remembered with a jolt, his MOTHER is coming up here? Then my mum probably is too!!!!!!!!
~*~*~*
"Miss Weasley, are you asleep today?" Ginny started at McGonagall's voice. She usually paid a lot of attention in this class, since it was her favorite, but she couldn't stop thinking about what had (almost) happened.
"Sorry professor... I... had a... problem this morning."
"Well whatever it was, I'm sure it's over, so please pay attention," said McGonagall curtly.
Ho boy, you have no idea. This won't be over in... forever! Ginny thought. She groaned inwardly, and stared raptly at the board.
~*~*~*
Draco thought a bit less about what he had almost done... but he was drifting off in class nonetheless. His thoughts were a bit more about... his MOTHER coming to pair him and Ginny up. I wouldn't mind... he thought lazily. HUH?!? He asked, just realizing what he had just thought. He settled back down, after receiving a glare from Professor Sprout, and proceeded to attempt to work through his day.
~*~*~*
Narcissa and Molly were just getting ready to Apparate at Hogsmeade. They had the perfect plan—to go into Hogwarts, and talk to Dumbledore to have a few cupids (any sprite with the love spray) around the school on Valentine's day. (AN: Ok now that I think about it, I think that timing is wrong by now it'd probably be like April but whatever... work with me here, will ya? Lol) They were then going to pay one or two to make sure they got Ginny and Draco... the two middle-aged women wished so badly for their children to get together... Of course, the love spray was ineffective on people who were already in love... or getting there.
(AN: wow what's with the Shakespeare? *shakes head to clear it* I have no idea... this is starting to sound kinda like A Midsummer Night's Dream lol o well it won't be... not really at least I hope)
~*~*~*
Draco had wanted to talk to Ginny about what had happened, but couldn't figure out how to get her alone. He didn't want to face her posse again. Finally, one day he spotted her while she was going to the loo during lunch. She had gone alone, for once. He followed her out of the Great Hall, and just when they had gotten outside she turned her head.
"Ginny..."
"Draco..."
"We need to talk," both said. They laughed, and knowing they had a while, went back to their usual corridor.
"Ginny... I seriously think that our mothers' plan has something to do with Valentine's Day."
"So do I...but... Draco... do you... do you think that possibly... we... sorta..." Ginny was almost literally choking on the words.
"Yeah," Draco understood her question completely.
They had both figured out that they liked each other. Finally. Now, if only... they were already inching towards each other, barely knowing it. Then Draco leaned forward just an inch more...
It felt like everything was right in the world, when they had been wrong so long.
"Draco?!"
"Ginny?!"
Two voices broke the silence. Unbeknownst to the two teenagers, that corridor had led right to Dumbledore's office—which was probably why no one had ever bothered them, as Dumbledore knew about such things before they had even started.
The pair broke apart, to see their mothers looking at them. Both mother's mouths were dropped in surprise, their eyes wide too. Draco and Ginny scooted to opposite sides of the corridor, not wanting their mothers to think they were doing the wrong thing.
"No no, dears. We just were so surprised... we thought you hated each other. Oh, this is wonderful!" cried Narcissa, clapping her hands, and turning to Mrs. Weasley. Ginny and Draco had inched back towards each other, needing moral support of each seeing his and her mother act so... strange.
"No need to go see Dumbledore now, Molly," Narcissa continued.
"Told you," mumbled Draco.
"Never said you were wrong," Ginny whispered back.
The two women were so happy that they didn't notice the two whispering to each other. They both kissed their children on the cheeks and walked away. Draco grabbed Ginny's hand and squeezed it... hard.
"Ouch! Draco, you're hurting me."
"Sorry..." Draco grinned sheepishly.
~*~*~*
Ginny still hadn't told anyone, and it was Valentine's Day. She was eating dinner with her usual crowd, when she felt the prickly sensation of being watched. She turned to see Draco standing behind her.
"Hey Weaslette."
Ron turned red. "Malfoy! You dirty scumbag! Arse! You... don't call her that!!"
Ginny turned towards Ron. Draco had begun to call her Weaslette as an affectionate term, but occasionally had to say it more... in a hostile manner to keep up appearances. "Relax Ron..."
Draco finished. "Weaslette is a good thing."
Ginny laughed, and got up from the table. "See you all later!"
Draco put his arm around her shoulders, surprising Ginny a bit. She grinned, knowing he was doing this on purpose. She turned. "Aren't you guys going to say, 'Yeah? Bye Ginny?'" she inquired. She looked at Hermione, mouth open in happy surprise, Harry, looking as if his jaw was going to fall off, and last... Ron, the color of a tomato, opening and closing his mouth like a guppy, at a loss for words. Ginny opened her mouth and laughed again. "You guys are soo funny. And Ron? Close your mouth—you look like a guppy!" And smirking happily, she went off with Draco's arm still around her, for what looked like a pleasant little walk near the lake.
Ok ok in february the lake's probably frozen and it's still slushy/snowy but w/e haha... and I know Draco and his mum are acting a big OOC here but hu cares? It's a stupid fanfic... it doesn't have to make sense! lol
PHEW! Wow that was realllly long. This last author's note is on my FIFTEENTH page!!!!! And I know, the ending was sorta rushed. But I was running outta room... I don't know how much ff.net lets you upload for one chapter. So yah, unless any of you have seen a story like this, (please tell me) I'll think about writing this as a real fic (I like this better than my other stories)... more detail... better vocabulary... more well-written (I think I only got like a 4.2 from my computer! You know that... flesch- grade kincaid level thingy or whatever it is?) Hahaha well, (as always) since I made this extra long please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! (not that anyone has, but w/e I like writing this stuff anyway :P)
btw ff.net changes italics and pnts of ellipses... so if it seems a little choppy sorry! Does anyone know how to fix those things? cuz I do a lot of that stuff in my stories... and I've seen it done b4... thanx! Review!
*~* Princcess*~*
Ok that's a weird title but the idea is a Romeo and Juliet story switched... ya know the families are friends but the kids are enemies... but eventually they get together (not so switched) and everyone gains immortality (whoa... ok maybe I won't do immortality but it's still funny lol)... I should rewrite/add to this in a real fic... then again I've said that about what, like two of my other chapters?
So I hope you enjoy and this'll probably be really long so sit back and relax!
...btw if it seems a little strange I know... and if you ask in a review I probably won't know either cuz I am strange... hehe and o yeah it's during winter break... or the first part is, anyway
"Ginny, darling! Could you please go upstairs and change out of those filthy degnoming clothes?"
Ginny started. Her mum never made her change if she didn't want to... unless company was coming. She groaned at remembering this.
"Why? Who's coming?"
"Nobody's coming... we're going!" Mrs. Weasley cried cheerfully. "We're going to have dinner with the Malfoys!"
Ginny opened her eyes in surprise. "The Malfoys? They hate us, remember?"
"Ginny, how many times must I tell you? They have changed after Lucius went to Azkaban. It turns out that he was keeping them under his lock and key! Narcissa and her darling son were never going to be Death Eaters, if they could help it."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh all right." She began to trudge up the stairs to go clean up and get ready. She was halfway up the stairs when—
"Oh, and Ginny? Make sure you wear something really nice. I talked to Narcissa this morning by Floo, and she said she's placing you next to Draco at the table! Isn't that wonderful?" Mrs. Weasley was practically squealing.
Ginny stared daggers at her mum, and shouted, "I hate him! You know that!"
Mrs. Weasley looked at her daughter as if to say, you know better than that. "Ginny?"
Ginny sighed again, and asked meekly, "Is it formal?"
Mrs. Weasley smiled, and cried, "Of course! Oh, this will be soo much fun!"
Ginny raised her eyebrows and looked at her mother in mild surprise, then finished walking upstairs to her room.
~*~*~*
"Oh Ginny! You just look absolutely wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley sniffed as her daughter walked towards her. "Oh, where is Arthur? Arthur!" She hurried back up the stairs, to find her husband.
Ginny had to agree herself. She was wearing Muggle-inspired, dark green robes, and had added a few little touches of make-up, just to make her mother happy... God Forbid should she want to impress Draco Malfoy.
"Ginny? Are you sure you want to wear that?" a deep voice asked.
The last remaining boy at home of the Weasley family walked down the stairs, his long, gangly legs coming first. Although Ron hadn't quite gotten used to liking Draco, he could accept the fact that he wasn't completely bad. Ginny's robes were standard, except for the color, but were a little bit tighter than her normal school uniform.
Ron's over-protectiveness (AN: word?) still hadn't quite worn off, even though Ginny was 16 years old. He eyed Ginny suspiciously, saying, "Are you sure you're not trying to impress a Malfoy?"
Ginny looked at Ron with loathing all over her face. "Who wants to impress a ferret?"
Ron grinned, as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came rushing into the room indicating that they had to leave as they motioned for Ron and Ginny to take a handful of Floo powder. With a "Malfoy Manor!" everyone disappeared.
~*~*~*
Ginny and Ron arrived breathless in one of the many huge fireplaces of Malfoy Manor. A butler was standing in a tuxedo, with a brush and bowl of water at hand to dust them off. He then guided them to the living room, where their parents had already Apparated, and where Draco and Narcissa Malfoy were sitting.
Narcissa turned her smiling face towards the two Weasley children. "My my dearies, don't you look wonderful. Take a seat, and we'll begin dinner soon."
Ginny and Ron stared in awe at their surroundings as they walked towards the huge comfy couches in the living room. There was a grand piano, which had to have been around 10 feet long. A merry fire was going in the fireplace, sending up green and purple sparks. The rug felt as if it were pure wool, and was a deep ruby red color, while the couches they were now sitting on were an ivory white. "Wow... you have a beautiful home," breathed Ginny.
Draco cleared his throat, and spoke for both him and his mother. "Thank you... Weas-Virginia."
Ginny looked at Draco with an interested look in her eyes but her eyebrows raised. He had started calling her Weasley, as always, but then called her Virginia? She assumed he was just putting on a show for his mother, for, even though according to her mother he had no intention of being a Death Eater, he certainly was mean enough to be one.
"Uh...Please-please call me-Ginny... Ma-Draconis." (AN: is that his real name? Hmm...)
"Draco, if you wish."
"Certainly."
An awkward silence fell over the six people, four of whom had listened to probably was the longest conversation Ginny and Draco had ever had without an insult being said. Narcissa broke the silence by saying, "So, Arthur... found anything interesting on your raids?"
Draco was staring hard at Ginny with his cold, gray eyes. She looked defiantly back, her coffee eyes gleaming with a burning reflection of the fire. She gave him a warning look, then turned her attention back to the adults' conversation.
"...The MacNairs have had a few interesting objects, although they don't seem dangerous at the moment, and I think the Adrionisons have a few maybe... more dangerous objects—but not to worry! We've confiscated them until further notice."
Narcissa continued the conversation. "Of course, of course." Suddenly a bell rang, and the same butler who had dusted Ginny and Ron off stuck his head into the room.
"Your supper is ready. Please follow me."
He led them into a grand dining room, which had a table for probably twenty, a 5-foot wide chandelier, and a giant bowl of steaming soup in the middle.
"Gather round, everyone. I put some place cards out, just to make it feel a little more fun!" Narcissa clapped her hands in what seemed like glee, and waited for everyone to find their places before sitting down. While they had been sitting down, a servant had been patiently standing by each chair, ready to wait on their 'client,' so to speak.
"Soup Miss?" Ginny nodded. "And what kind would you prefer?"
"Uh... Split pea, I suppose."
"Right." The middle-aged woman ladled out a greenish soup. "Here you go, darling. Anything else I can get you? A few slices of French baguette, perhaps?"
"Uh... sure. Yes, please, I mean."
Meanwhile, next to her, Draco ordered clam chowder. Ginny looked over at him, and was only mildly surprised that the soup changed at the servant's command.
"So, Weasley. This must seem like an entire three meals to you." Draco hissed, pretending to get some bread.
"As a matter of fact, it doesn't, Malfoy," Ginny spat his name. "You haven't changed. I wouldn't be surprised if you really were a Death Eater, taking after your despicable father."
At the mention of his father, Draco's eyes clouded, but they cleared up quickly. "For your information, I'm not. You can search my body for the Dark Mark, but you won't find it. My father was a despicable person, but that doesn't mean you can insult him, Weasel."
Ginny glared at Draco, but had to stop talking, as Mrs. Weasley was looking at her to stop whispering.
Dinner and dessert continued in this manner, the servant serving their person whatever he or she wanted, Draco and Ginny occasionally whispering to each other—and unfortunately for Narcissa and Molly [Weasley], they weren't love whispers. They kept calling each other by last names, refusing to call each by his or her real name. They insulted each other and their families, and never stopped unless they felt the either approving or disapproving glance of someone else at the table.
Finally, when everyone had had their fill, they went back into the living room. "Draco, dear. Would you like to play something on the piano for the Weasleys?"
Draco sighed, but responded, "Sure, Mum." He got up and went to the piano, adjusted the seat, got out his music, and began to play. Ginny had to admit that he was rather good. But she still didn't like his persona. And she vowed that she never would.
~*~*~*
A few weeks later, Ginny, Ron, and Draco had been back at school for two weeks. That morning, Ginny overslept. She awoke at 9:15, looked at the clock, and suddenly comprehended how late it was. She jumped out of bed, hurriedly threw on her uniform, and put her hair into a messy ponytail. She grabbed her books had rushed out of the Gryffindor common room, in an attempt to get to double Herbology. She was almost out the front doors of the castle, when
SMACK
"Ouch!" Ginny landed on the floor, rubbing her arm. "I'm terribly so- Oh it's you." She was staring at the tall, muscular form of Draco Malfoy. She was surprised when he offered his hand to her to help her up.
"And who have we here?" Draco asked, turning on his "sexy bad boy mode." He took a good look at Ginny before he realized, "Oh. Good morning. Weaslette, I had you mistaken for a new, CUTE girl." Draco sneered.
Ginny looked suspiciously at Draco. "Oh, so now you've graduated to calling me Weaslette? I'm flattered."
"Yeah well I figure that since my mother noticed me calling you Weasel and told me to stop, I'd be a little bit nicer."
"Oh well... thank you, Ferret," Ginny's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Ah ah ah! I'd watch your tongue if I were you."
"I do not have the capability to see it while it is in my mouth. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to class. I see that you have no desire to."
Draco lazily leaned against the wall. "Did it ever occur, Weaslette," he drew his face just a couple inches away from her. "that it is a Saturday?"
Ginny suddenly became aware of the noises coming from right outside the doors. It sounded like some people were having a snowball fight. She smacked her head, but then turned her attention to glaring at Draco. "Well maybe I would have realized it sooner if you hadn't," She hissed the next word. "detained me."
"Hmm... maybe not. But how will we ever know? You certainly don't have the money to find out."
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She slapped Draco as hard as she could. He scowled at her, and rubbed his pink cheek. "I am soo SICK of you insulting my family. Maybe we're not all rich pimps like you, but at least our family loves each other." And with that, she stalked away, back towards the Gryffindor common room.
If Draco's looks could kill, she would have been dead within seconds.
~*~*~*
Draco couldn't stop thinking about how cute Ginny had looked while she was sitting on the floor, after running into him. He was lying on his bed, about to go to sleep later that day, WHAT?! He sat up. Had he just told himself that he thought the Weaslette was CUTE?! He shook his head. Probably too much snow, he thought.
~*~*~*
Ginny lay in bed while Draco was thinking. She was trying to get to sleep, but she couldn't seem to. She got out of bed and tiptoed out to the common room. She sat and stared at the fire while drinking a glass of water to calm herself down.
Wait... she thought. What am I calming down about?
She tried to think, and a sudden flash of blonde hair came into her vision. Draco? No WAY! She still hated him for the way he had acted earlier. That's all... I'm just thinking about what an arse he is.
Even if Draco had begun to have his doubts about liking Ginny, Ginny was sure she still hated Draconis Malfoy.
~*~*~*
Ginny was getting bored in History of Magic. Then again, when wasn't anyone? It seemed that the only person she knew who could withstand Professor Binns was Hermione. Ginny started doodling in her notebook, but soon tired of it. She looked around the room at the other bored students. A blond-haired boy with a sharp nose was fast asleep. He reminded her of Draco. Argh... how I HATE the boy... well really he's a man but not to me! she thought defiantly.
~*~*~*
Draco still felt like puking whenever he saw any redhead, because whoever it was reminded him of Ginny. That scum... how could I have thought she was pretty? Okay, so maybe she is. But she is soo not my type! Ew, she's not that popular, isn't rich, and I hate her family, even though I'm not supposed to... His thoughts trailed off.
~Meanwhile~
"Oh hello Narcissa! How nice of you to pop in!" Mrs. Weasley spoke to Narcissa Malfoy's head in the fire. "Would you like anything to eat?"
Narcissa shook her head. "No thank you darling. I just wanted to talk a bit."
Mrs. Weasley looked at Narcissa's head and grinned. "About Draco and Ginny?"
"Of course!" Both mothers laughed. "Aren't they just adorable? Your Ginny's going to be a fine woman! And to think that soon she'll be my daughter-in- law!"
"Why, thank you. Draco's quite a man as well!" But then Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes in a friendly manner. "Are they going out? Have you heard from Draco?"
"Well... as a matter of fact no... they're not going out. Draco still writes that he... erm... hates her." Narcissa stopped, not wanting to tell her new- found friend that Draco still thought the Weasleys were poor and bothering. Draco may have thought that, but I don't, she thought.
"Oh... really?" Mrs. Weasley inquired. "Well... I'm sure they'll work things out... at least I hope they will."
~*~*~*
Ginny and Draco still hated each other. Although it was going to change soon...
~*~
Ginny walked around a corner, going to the Great Hall for dinner. She stopped when she saw Draco reading a letter... probably from his mother, she thought. She saw him smile... but it was a genuine smile, not the usual smirk that he had on his face. His grin grew as he continued to read the letter. Ginny smiled herself—so Draco did have a soft side... well okay... softer. She turned and tried to walk away so she could leave him alone.
"Hey Weaslette! Where do you think you're going?"
Ginny turned. "Uh... to the Hall to have dinner... why?" She frowned at the slowly spreading scowl spreading across Draco's face.
"Because I want to talk to you. Let's go." He ran and took Ginny's arm, pulling her towards a more private corridor.
"Draco!" Ginny screamed. "Draco! Stop! Why can't we just talk there? What are you doing?"
Suddenly Draco let go of her arm and stopped to breathe. "Because," he snarled. He pushed her against the wall and leaned in towards her. "So... What have you been telling your mum?"
"N-nothing..." Ginny grew defiant as she stared at Draco. "What do you want? What have you been telling your mother?"
Draco spun away from her, practically growling. "That I hate your very core."
"You talk to her about me?"
"She forces me to."
"She... she... force—WHAT?! Why does she want to know about ME?!"
"Hmm... you really don't know anything, do you? Apparently our parents who have grown so close want us to get together," he hissed as he leaned in close to her again.
Ginny had nothing to say to that, but only to open her eyes wide in surprise. But then— "Us? Together? No way! I wouldn't get close to you for the world!"
Draco smirked. "You seem to be fairly close now."
Ginny suddenly became aware of their close proximity. "Well..." she cleared her throat. "Now that you mention it... you... you are a little close, Draco."
He sneered. "Does that bother you?"
"A—a bit." She tried to not sound offensive.
Suddenly Draco pinned her to the wall and stared into Ginny's eyes, which were growing wider. Draco pushed his mouth a bit roughly against Ginny's, and gave her a fiery kiss. "As much as that bothered you?" he smirked, sensing Ginny's discomfort. He let her go, and sauntered away. Ginny touched her lips, which were burning from...
from what? Did... did I... feel something? She thought frantically, still rubbing her arms and lips.
~*~*~*
Later that night, Ginny lay in bed, still thinking about what Draco had done. She had skipped dinner, not feeling hungry anymore, and went straight up to her dormitory.
He is a really good kisser, Ginny found herself thinking. No, no, no! What am I thinking?
You're thinking about DRACO... that's what you're thinking, she responded to herself.
Why am I thinking about Draco?! Of all people...
Because you're starting to get over Harry... think about it...
I am! I mean... I AM thinking about it!
Ginny's mind war came to a stop.
Does that mean I've gotten over Harry and started liking Draco? She wondered.
She fell asleep, snoring lightly, exhausted by her thoughts.
~*~*~*
Draco was also thinking about what he had done. (AN: wow I do a lot of that... thinking in bed thing lol)
What came over me? Okay, so I'm a bit of a... what is it, bad boy, so to speak... but why did I kiss Ginny?
Did you just say Ginny? What happened to Weasley? Or Weaslette?
Uh...Of course I said Ginny... I'm a proper gentleman, remember?
Yeah right. So why'd you say Ginny?
Because... I haven't a clue...
HAHA! It's because you like her... man you really ARE a bad boy, aren't you? Malfoys don't like Weasleys!
I do NOT like her!!
Yes you do! Yes you do! HAHAHAHAHA!!
Draco couldn't take laughing at himself anymore. He rolled over, slightly annoyed by Crabbe's and Goyle's snores, and tried to let sleep take him.
(AN: Wow notice the similarities b/w Ginny and Draco? They both have mind wars... okay I give up! You win! I didn't do that on purpose... just had no other way to do it... lol)
~*~*~*
Narcissa and Molly were still having almost daily conversations about their children. Narcissa would give Molly the new update on what Draco had sent her, and Molly would sigh in the contentness of her daughter's supposed "young love." They would scheme to get their two children together, but to no avail. They couldn't make a plan that didn't involve them going to the school themselves, which they knew was a sort of unwritten law. They never knew, of course, that things were unfolding already...
~*~*~*
Ginny and Draco had continued to have a few random meetings over the next few weeks. Every time Draco would begin by insulting Ginny and telling her about letters his mother had written him. But then every time he leaned in to hiss at her, he felt a desire to kiss Ginny. He told himself that he just wanted to make Ron mad, but on the other hand he still couldn't understand it... well he sort of did... but he didn't want to admit it.
On Ginny's side, she had noticed that Draco always had one lock of hair hanging in his eyes, which she (secretly of course) thought made him look kinda... well... hot. While he wanted to kiss her, she wanted to push that one lock of hair out of his eyes and stay in his arms forever. Man, his arms are buff... what does he do? She continued to tell herself that she hated him, and she was only noticing his arms because he pinned her to the wall so many times. But she still couldn't figure out why she always had that urge to touch him. In a month, both had sighed probably about a zillion times, trying to hold back their feelings.
~*~*~* A week later *~*~*~
"Hey Weaslette."
Ginny turned from her breakfast and her friends to see the pointed face of Malfoy. She had started to call him Draco in her mind, but still replied coolly, "What is you want, ferret face?"
Draco sneered. "I need to talk to you."
"About..." Draco glanced at Hermione, Ron, Harry, and the rest of Ginny's friends watching him. "About those damn letters."
Ron watched him in interest. "What letters, Malfoy?"
"Why do you need to know?"
Ginny sighed, seeing that Draco (nor she either!) wanted anyone to know what their parents talked about. "Whatever Ron. He's probably trying to use me to decide whether to join Voldie or not."
Draco's eyes narrowed at Ginny speaking of Voldemort in vain. "Did your mother not tell you? I hate him. He's despicable."
"Then why don't you speak his name?"
"My father forbids me."
"Ooh... so I see now! You're still taking orders from your practically dead father in Azkaban."
"Just shut up and come outside."
Ginny sighed, gave her friends an If I don't go he'll beat me up look, she followed him out of the Great Hall. He grabbed her arm again and ran to the place where he had kissed her those many weeks ago.
"What—"
"My mother's planning to come up here."
"She—WHAT?! To do what?"
"To...erm... do something I'm not exactly sure what but I think she and your mother have finally cooked up some sorta scheme to get us together!" Draco said this all very fast in one breath. Ginny had to think a moment to decipher what he had said.
"What... why? They know we hate each other... don't... don't they? You haven't been writing else wise, have you?"
Draco looked glum and serious. "I tell my mother the truth about everything she wants to know."
Ginny narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What does that mean?"
"I—I... Ginny... I'm not usually shy with girls, but with you I am! Why do you do this to me?"
Ginny's mouth dropped open a couple centimeters. "I do... nothing to you! And you are shy with me? I don't think so..."
Draco hung his head a bit. "That's the only reason why I'm so mean to you, even when we're alone, it's because..." They looked up and both suddenly realized how many times they had been alone together. "Because... I... don't know how else to act," Draco finished meekly.
Ginny shook her head. "This is confusing me."
Draco nodded, but never took his eyes off Ginny's. He leaned in... closer... closer...
The sound of pounding feet echoed in their ears and bounced around a few times in their heads. They broke apart (not that they'd ever been together), took one look at each other, then, frightened at what they'd almost done, ran off in opposite directions. Ginny didn't stop until she had reached the Fat Lady, then gasped, "Beetle Bunch!" and ran up to her room. She flopped onto her bed, since she had about fifteen minutes before her first class. Did I really almost kiss Draco... out of my own will? She shivered a bit, even though it was quite warm huddling under her covers. Oh my god!! She began to crawl out from under the covers, but then remembered with a jolt, his MOTHER is coming up here? Then my mum probably is too!!!!!!!!
~*~*~*
"Miss Weasley, are you asleep today?" Ginny started at McGonagall's voice. She usually paid a lot of attention in this class, since it was her favorite, but she couldn't stop thinking about what had (almost) happened.
"Sorry professor... I... had a... problem this morning."
"Well whatever it was, I'm sure it's over, so please pay attention," said McGonagall curtly.
Ho boy, you have no idea. This won't be over in... forever! Ginny thought. She groaned inwardly, and stared raptly at the board.
~*~*~*
Draco thought a bit less about what he had almost done... but he was drifting off in class nonetheless. His thoughts were a bit more about... his MOTHER coming to pair him and Ginny up. I wouldn't mind... he thought lazily. HUH?!? He asked, just realizing what he had just thought. He settled back down, after receiving a glare from Professor Sprout, and proceeded to attempt to work through his day.
~*~*~*
Narcissa and Molly were just getting ready to Apparate at Hogsmeade. They had the perfect plan—to go into Hogwarts, and talk to Dumbledore to have a few cupids (any sprite with the love spray) around the school on Valentine's day. (AN: Ok now that I think about it, I think that timing is wrong by now it'd probably be like April but whatever... work with me here, will ya? Lol) They were then going to pay one or two to make sure they got Ginny and Draco... the two middle-aged women wished so badly for their children to get together... Of course, the love spray was ineffective on people who were already in love... or getting there.
(AN: wow what's with the Shakespeare? *shakes head to clear it* I have no idea... this is starting to sound kinda like A Midsummer Night's Dream lol o well it won't be... not really at least I hope)
~*~*~*
Draco had wanted to talk to Ginny about what had happened, but couldn't figure out how to get her alone. He didn't want to face her posse again. Finally, one day he spotted her while she was going to the loo during lunch. She had gone alone, for once. He followed her out of the Great Hall, and just when they had gotten outside she turned her head.
"Ginny..."
"Draco..."
"We need to talk," both said. They laughed, and knowing they had a while, went back to their usual corridor.
"Ginny... I seriously think that our mothers' plan has something to do with Valentine's Day."
"So do I...but... Draco... do you... do you think that possibly... we... sorta..." Ginny was almost literally choking on the words.
"Yeah," Draco understood her question completely.
They had both figured out that they liked each other. Finally. Now, if only... they were already inching towards each other, barely knowing it. Then Draco leaned forward just an inch more...
It felt like everything was right in the world, when they had been wrong so long.
"Draco?!"
"Ginny?!"
Two voices broke the silence. Unbeknownst to the two teenagers, that corridor had led right to Dumbledore's office—which was probably why no one had ever bothered them, as Dumbledore knew about such things before they had even started.
The pair broke apart, to see their mothers looking at them. Both mother's mouths were dropped in surprise, their eyes wide too. Draco and Ginny scooted to opposite sides of the corridor, not wanting their mothers to think they were doing the wrong thing.
"No no, dears. We just were so surprised... we thought you hated each other. Oh, this is wonderful!" cried Narcissa, clapping her hands, and turning to Mrs. Weasley. Ginny and Draco had inched back towards each other, needing moral support of each seeing his and her mother act so... strange.
"No need to go see Dumbledore now, Molly," Narcissa continued.
"Told you," mumbled Draco.
"Never said you were wrong," Ginny whispered back.
The two women were so happy that they didn't notice the two whispering to each other. They both kissed their children on the cheeks and walked away. Draco grabbed Ginny's hand and squeezed it... hard.
"Ouch! Draco, you're hurting me."
"Sorry..." Draco grinned sheepishly.
~*~*~*
Ginny still hadn't told anyone, and it was Valentine's Day. She was eating dinner with her usual crowd, when she felt the prickly sensation of being watched. She turned to see Draco standing behind her.
"Hey Weaslette."
Ron turned red. "Malfoy! You dirty scumbag! Arse! You... don't call her that!!"
Ginny turned towards Ron. Draco had begun to call her Weaslette as an affectionate term, but occasionally had to say it more... in a hostile manner to keep up appearances. "Relax Ron..."
Draco finished. "Weaslette is a good thing."
Ginny laughed, and got up from the table. "See you all later!"
Draco put his arm around her shoulders, surprising Ginny a bit. She grinned, knowing he was doing this on purpose. She turned. "Aren't you guys going to say, 'Yeah? Bye Ginny?'" she inquired. She looked at Hermione, mouth open in happy surprise, Harry, looking as if his jaw was going to fall off, and last... Ron, the color of a tomato, opening and closing his mouth like a guppy, at a loss for words. Ginny opened her mouth and laughed again. "You guys are soo funny. And Ron? Close your mouth—you look like a guppy!" And smirking happily, she went off with Draco's arm still around her, for what looked like a pleasant little walk near the lake.
Ok ok in february the lake's probably frozen and it's still slushy/snowy but w/e haha... and I know Draco and his mum are acting a big OOC here but hu cares? It's a stupid fanfic... it doesn't have to make sense! lol
PHEW! Wow that was realllly long. This last author's note is on my FIFTEENTH page!!!!! And I know, the ending was sorta rushed. But I was running outta room... I don't know how much ff.net lets you upload for one chapter. So yah, unless any of you have seen a story like this, (please tell me) I'll think about writing this as a real fic (I like this better than my other stories)... more detail... better vocabulary... more well-written (I think I only got like a 4.2 from my computer! You know that... flesch- grade kincaid level thingy or whatever it is?) Hahaha well, (as always) since I made this extra long please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! (not that anyone has, but w/e I like writing this stuff anyway :P)
btw ff.net changes italics and pnts of ellipses... so if it seems a little choppy sorry! Does anyone know how to fix those things? cuz I do a lot of that stuff in my stories... and I've seen it done b4... thanx! Review!
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