Title: Being Nice Doesn't Pay Off… 

Author: Cactuskitty

Chapter: Eleven

Disclaimer: I do not own anything/person/idea from the Harry Potter book series. Nor do I own The Golden Compass or The Giver. *SPOILERS FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T READ THE GOLDEN COMPASS!!! *

Chapter Eleven:

    Ginny entered the scarlet girl's dormitory hastily threw her bag on the ground and carelessly belly flopped on her bed and pulled out that ratty journal once again and began to write...

Journal-

      Sorry I haven't written for a while, I have been really wrapped up with all the dim-witted boys at this crap school, three in particular… Can you guess who they are? I should have at least two hours to write until the conniving hens come back, so let's start off with Ron and end with Draco. My mum always taught me to focus on the most difficult first, so of course I'm doing it the opposite way. *Grin*

     Ron: He is still slightly perturbed about my entire transformation thing. Come on, It's been nearly a month and even my parents are over it. (My dad's reaction really shocked me. He wrote saying that he thinks that I am old enough to make decisions about my outward appearances, and that he would always be there to support me. Now I have no idea why I was afraid of my father's reaction, I must have forgotten that he was the more encouraging parent. My mum doesn't even care anymore; she thinks it's just 'a phase.') Anyway, Ron has been really posh about it, not as bad as in the beginning, but he still doesn't except the fact I changed. Why must he be so thickheaded? *Groan*

     Harry: Well other than being his usual slightly egotistical self, he's taken it upon himself to become my new best friend. Yes, Journal, I know it's scary… And he actually put up a good fight the other day as to why he is qualified to be my newest companion (yeah, I was shocked also). Now he meets me in the library everyday after school to 'talk', conversations that usually only consist of two subjects: our classes and Malfoy. Our discussions last for about twenty minutes or until we no longer have anything to talk about and are beginning to get on each other's nerves.  Then he gives me a really this really uncomfortable hug, that I'm still not used to, and leaves. It's all quite bizarre, but not as strange as the last pain in my ass,
Malfoy.

     Malfoy: After my daily meetings with Harry, Malfoy comes over to my table to read and fight. It has to be one of the one of the oddest things I have ever experienced. The first time he came over it was obviously jealously, and now I don't know what it is. Though, yeah, he comes over and we debate a bit about books our families, or anything else we feel like fighting about. After we're through with that we sit there and read until he excuses himself and insults me for one last time. Yes, it's weird, but it's actually almost entertaining at times. The one time that word really stuck in my mind was three days after he stole The Golden compass from me, I hadn't seen him since jacked it and he gave it back to me along with his opinion of the book.  If that conversation we had was anything, it had to be entertaining; I remember it as if it were yesterday…

 I was sitting at my favorite table, the one in the back near the potions section with the bay window that has a perfect view of the lake, quietly reading when all of a sudden Draco pops up out of no where. It was almost creepy, especially since he didn't just appear; he began his review. I was so shocked that I could help jumping when he tossed the book on the table and took a seat across from me. It was the first time he ever managed to startle me, and hopefully the last. Here's our conversation:

DM: (smirking) I find it hard to believe that this book was something you actually enjoyed reading…

ME: (my voice was cold and my eyes narrowed) (He may have startled me, but I wasn't going to lose my game face.) I told you it was something you couldn't comprehend.

DM: (he glared at me) I understood it fine, but the plot was just so goddamn predictable.

ME: You predicted that Mrs. Coulter was really her mum, her uncle was her dad, and that they were going to kill her friend?

DM: (he was smirking again) Yes, from the second that bloody pathetic muggle was captured.

ME: (sarcastically) Of course you knew, and I'm sure you could tell me what happens in the next two books too.

DM: I probably could. (He was getting cocky.) (I hate it when he gets cocky…)

ME: Sure you could Malfoy. (He glared at me for a moment after I said that.) (I never noticed he had such interesting eyes. They're so gray that they're almost silver and they have little glints of green in and blue in them. I've never seen eyes like them before and I doubt I ever will. Definitely his best trait…)

DM: I didn't like the ending in the very least.

ME: Why not? Was it too bloody for you, ferret?

DM: I've seen more blood in my lifetime then you'd care to know you little innocent. (sneer) So, it wasn't the violence.

ME: Then what, pray tell, didn't you like about it?

DM: Let's start with the overall plot… (I glared at him and his sneer instantly turned into a smirk.) (I really hate it when he gets cocky…)

ME: Fine.

DM: Girl sneaks in to the Master's Retiring Room for fun, hears about the Master's plot to poison her 'uncle'. Though before her 'uncle' could drink it, she saves him of course. Then he spills it and goes and does his presentation on dust, problem number one.

ME: How is that a problem? (I asked incredulously)

DM: I don't like the general idea of it. Lord Asriel was too out of character; if Pullman had gotten it right the master would have died. Asriel would have killed him later, or at least I would have. You usually become quite angry when someone you know tries to kill you.

ME: The Master can't die then.

DM: (He glared at me and leaned his head on his hand) Why the hell not?

ME: Because he's an important character, that's why! If Asriel killed him then, who would give the compass to Lyra? Or introduce her to Mrs. Coulter? (I was smirking by then.)

DM: Some one else would, and Mrs. Coulter is problem number three… We aren't there yet, keep up weasel.

     We went on like that until Madam Pince told us that she was closing the library and we had to leave. Although, before we went our separate ways he pocketed The Subtle Knife, and I asked him if he ever used a library. He just snickered in response and said coldly that I had just shattered his image of me. I of course just sneered in response and said, "Good, because any image conceived by you couldn't be anything very decent."

     I didn't see him again until he returned the book two days later with his comments, and then he stole the third. He now sits with me in the library after Harry leaves reading and discussing it. However, this is all after a lively inquisition where he tries to figure out what my relationship with Potter is, and that, of course, is always fun. If I didn't know any better I would think that this slimy little ferret has some sort of odd crush on me, but that idea seems a little too nonsensical for me to even consider. Though I still wonder… you can never know with the opposite sex, as simple as their minds may be, they work in peculiar ways.

      Well, I'm going to stop writing now because my hand aches and I can hear footsteps on the stairs. I will really try to write again soon, but I won't make any promises.

-Gin Weasley

P.S.: I never did find out why Ryan was here all those weeks ago, but I don't really care anymore. I've been trying to block out him of my mind like every other bad part of my life, so I can life for to day and leave the past behind me…

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. I really felt compelled to write another journal entry, but I knew how much you all love dialogue, so I tried to combine them. I pray I didn't do too poor of a job… Remember to request a song!

Thank you to all my lovely reviewers and my betas Random Artemis and Mist of Avalon (who edited it on short notice for me on the 16th). Skittles and chocolate for them both.

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