Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fanfiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter. If I wrote what all I thought the trio would have to say to Draco, Blaise and Ginny I don't think I would have been able to keep it PG-13. I'm pretty sure quite a few R words would come into play. I barely avoided it. The next two chapters are going to be great (I think). Thanks for the reviews.
Also Triowyn, I don't have any plans at the moment for an H/G. As soon as I finish this one I'll see what idea pops into my head. Thanks.
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It was enough to fuel rumors around Hogwarts for the next 50 years - a shirtless Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley in Slytherin robes following Professor Snape to the Headmaster's office. As they passes students whispers started to flow, Ginny rolled her eyes and wondered just how exactly she managed to get herself in this mess.
Pandemonium inside chaos would be the best way to describe what happened as soon as they entered the headmaster's office. The trio was sitting on one side the headmaster's desk, a very bruised Blaise sat on the other. He was holding a rag up to his busted lip. As soon as Ginny, Draco and Snape entered Ron, Hermione and Harry jumped to their feet.
"What do you think you were doing!" yelled Harry. "Do you know how worried I was?"
"WHY in the HELL does Malfoy have his shirt off?" asked Hermione. "And why are you in Syltherin robes?"
"If you TOUCHED a single hair on her head," Ron threatened turning red.
"Harry doesn't like me to call him 'darling'," Blaise smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know Potter, why she's wearing Slytherin robes and I'm not completely dressed?" smirked Draco.
"Hey Draco, why is there a handprint on your face?" asked Blaise.
"I SWEAR TO GOD!" Ron said trying to get closer to Draco.
"I was vulgar in front of a lady and she corrected me," Draco answered, then glared at Potter. "Of course I wouldn't have minded getting more vulgar."
"You son of a -"
Professor Dumbledore rose and was ready to cry 'enough' when a large voice disrupted him.
"THAT'S IT!" shouted Ginny Weasley, turning to everyone. "SIT DOWN ALL OF YOU!
"You," she said pointing to the trio, "I needed time. I couldn't even go to the loo by myself, for Merlin's sake! It's my life, let me live it. I know what I'm doing and I appreciate your concern, but enough's enough.
"And you," she shouted turning to Draco and Blaise, "Stop antagonizing them or else."
Draco nodded, but still locked eyes with Potter in a daring way.
"Professor Dumbledore," Ginny said turning to look at the headmaster. "I apologize for the asinine behavior of my housemates and the warmongering stupidity of my friends. Everything that occurred today is my fault and I take full responsibility for the domino effect I have created."
The headmaster smiled and the twinkle in his eyes grew bright as he looked at the youngest Weasley.
"Miss Weasley, while I appreciate your honesty and your ability to control five six-years who see things quite differently, the reason I have called you all here is because of the charity Quidditch match," he said amused.
"Oh," Ginny said slightly relieved, as she sat down in a chair between the Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"However," the headmaster said leaning forward, "I would be very interested in hearing how Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, Weasley and Zabini got kicked out of the library, as well as what you are doing in Slytherin robes, Mr. Zabini in Gryffindor robes, and Mr. Malfoy's lack of robes and a shirt for that matter. I must say I haven't seen this many people in the office in such unusual attire since the great streaking incident of 1976. What an interesting sight that was, stopped the whole match!"
A low growl from Professor Snape erupted from the corner of the room.
"Ah yes," the headmaster started. "After the display of take-charge attitude of Miss Weasley, I have decided that Miss Weasley and Mr. Malfoy will be in charge of making sure everyone that enters the stadium deposits their wands at the front gate. Remember no magic can be performed in the stadium at the time. The only thing magic will be the brooms and Quidditch balls. This is for everyone's protection. Also if someone doesn't have a ticket, you will have to sell them one.
"Mr. Potter, I have been informed that the alumni team needs a seeker, since their primary and reserve are both out on assignments for their various offices. If you do not mind taking the post, I would like you to play seeker during the event.
"Mr. Zabini, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, you three will be on the sidelines of the field. You will be responsible for making sure anything that may get thrown on the field gets picked up and if for some reason someone enters the field that shouldn't, such as an enthusiastic fan, that he or she is put back in the stands. I expect you all to get along and meet throughout the week to ensure everything runs smoothly. If for some reason you cannot see past your differences I may just let Miss Weasley deal with you to the best of her abilities," he smirked.
A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter. If I wrote what all I thought the trio would have to say to Draco, Blaise and Ginny I don't think I would have been able to keep it PG-13. I'm pretty sure quite a few R words would come into play. I barely avoided it. The next two chapters are going to be great (I think). Thanks for the reviews.
Also Triowyn, I don't have any plans at the moment for an H/G. As soon as I finish this one I'll see what idea pops into my head. Thanks.
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It was enough to fuel rumors around Hogwarts for the next 50 years - a shirtless Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley in Slytherin robes following Professor Snape to the Headmaster's office. As they passes students whispers started to flow, Ginny rolled her eyes and wondered just how exactly she managed to get herself in this mess.
Pandemonium inside chaos would be the best way to describe what happened as soon as they entered the headmaster's office. The trio was sitting on one side the headmaster's desk, a very bruised Blaise sat on the other. He was holding a rag up to his busted lip. As soon as Ginny, Draco and Snape entered Ron, Hermione and Harry jumped to their feet.
"What do you think you were doing!" yelled Harry. "Do you know how worried I was?"
"WHY in the HELL does Malfoy have his shirt off?" asked Hermione. "And why are you in Syltherin robes?"
"If you TOUCHED a single hair on her head," Ron threatened turning red.
"Harry doesn't like me to call him 'darling'," Blaise smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know Potter, why she's wearing Slytherin robes and I'm not completely dressed?" smirked Draco.
"Hey Draco, why is there a handprint on your face?" asked Blaise.
"I SWEAR TO GOD!" Ron said trying to get closer to Draco.
"I was vulgar in front of a lady and she corrected me," Draco answered, then glared at Potter. "Of course I wouldn't have minded getting more vulgar."
"You son of a -"
Professor Dumbledore rose and was ready to cry 'enough' when a large voice disrupted him.
"THAT'S IT!" shouted Ginny Weasley, turning to everyone. "SIT DOWN ALL OF YOU!
"You," she said pointing to the trio, "I needed time. I couldn't even go to the loo by myself, for Merlin's sake! It's my life, let me live it. I know what I'm doing and I appreciate your concern, but enough's enough.
"And you," she shouted turning to Draco and Blaise, "Stop antagonizing them or else."
Draco nodded, but still locked eyes with Potter in a daring way.
"Professor Dumbledore," Ginny said turning to look at the headmaster. "I apologize for the asinine behavior of my housemates and the warmongering stupidity of my friends. Everything that occurred today is my fault and I take full responsibility for the domino effect I have created."
The headmaster smiled and the twinkle in his eyes grew bright as he looked at the youngest Weasley.
"Miss Weasley, while I appreciate your honesty and your ability to control five six-years who see things quite differently, the reason I have called you all here is because of the charity Quidditch match," he said amused.
"Oh," Ginny said slightly relieved, as she sat down in a chair between the Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"However," the headmaster said leaning forward, "I would be very interested in hearing how Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, Weasley and Zabini got kicked out of the library, as well as what you are doing in Slytherin robes, Mr. Zabini in Gryffindor robes, and Mr. Malfoy's lack of robes and a shirt for that matter. I must say I haven't seen this many people in the office in such unusual attire since the great streaking incident of 1976. What an interesting sight that was, stopped the whole match!"
A low growl from Professor Snape erupted from the corner of the room.
"Ah yes," the headmaster started. "After the display of take-charge attitude of Miss Weasley, I have decided that Miss Weasley and Mr. Malfoy will be in charge of making sure everyone that enters the stadium deposits their wands at the front gate. Remember no magic can be performed in the stadium at the time. The only thing magic will be the brooms and Quidditch balls. This is for everyone's protection. Also if someone doesn't have a ticket, you will have to sell them one.
"Mr. Potter, I have been informed that the alumni team needs a seeker, since their primary and reserve are both out on assignments for their various offices. If you do not mind taking the post, I would like you to play seeker during the event.
"Mr. Zabini, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, you three will be on the sidelines of the field. You will be responsible for making sure anything that may get thrown on the field gets picked up and if for some reason someone enters the field that shouldn't, such as an enthusiastic fan, that he or she is put back in the stands. I expect you all to get along and meet throughout the week to ensure everything runs smoothly. If for some reason you cannot see past your differences I may just let Miss Weasley deal with you to the best of her abilities," he smirked.
