Elementals.
Chapter Two: Man Proposes.
"Man Proposes and the Devil Disposes"
An hour and a half later, Ginny's alarm went. The vibrating pillow sent spears of pain shooting through her tender head, and she groaned. Swearing blue hell, she downed half a bottle of sobering potion, and stumbled into the shower.
By the time she went down to breakfast, Ginny was transformed. The sour taste was still in her mouth, but she could move without pain, and the pounding in her head had dulled to an ache.
Her straight hair stuck out in two cute plaits either side of her head, and her face was obscured by thick glasses. She entered the Great Hall with all the objectionable appearance of one who had not only gone early to bed, but risen betimes.
"Morning, Ginny", said Ron, as she passed. Ginny smiled- Lothair sure was hot stuff. "Hi, Ron", she smiled sweetly. She might go further...might.
"Hi, Ginny", said Harry. She blushed, remembering some of Lothair's remarks last night... better not get in too deep, though.
She glanced over at the Ravenclaw table, and was somewhat comforted to see that Frost's hangover was worse than hers. The others hadn't been very happy, having to drag two smashed girls back.
The morning passed, in a blur of lessons, and pathetic nothing-talk with Colin, until at lunch break she collapsed at a desk in the library. Hidden in an obscure corner, behind a heavy tome, she was reading "Which Witch When". It was such a relief to cut the pure 'n innocent crap for a while, she thought. Ginny sighed.
"Sooo, Weasley. Mmmm, looks interesting." Draco Malfoy. Behind her. Reading her magazine. Oh Fuck. She looked up at him, and opened her soft brown eyes very wide.
"Well, I think my school work is... interested?" She smiled devilishly, and her tongue flickered over her front teeth.
"Oho. Never knew you had so much... guts, Weasley. What would Ronniekins say, I wonder?"
"Well now, I don't know. But I always wondered what your darling Daddy felt about you and that halfblood, Malfoy."
Draco jumped. No one knew they were using Camille, no one except the other Slytherins who did. He smirked.
"Touché. Lets not find out, either way, shall we?" Before Ginny could answer, he was gone. She went back to comparing London and Paris show girls, with a slight frown.
"I'll have to be more careful," she thought. "Malfoy's the last person to trust with this sort of thing. I was lucky."
Her mind drifted back to last summer, when it had all begun. Ever since she met Tom, it was all wrong. He showed her evil, sure, and corruption, and terror. But he had also shown her a class of people who enjoyed life more than the innocent she was then could comprehend;
He showed her what it was like to have money, to be selfish, to forget yourself awhile, and to live life with a spice of danger to it.
For years, she had tried to go back to what she before. Her family wanted her back undamaged, innocent and dependent, so she tried to be that.
Ginny grinned wryly. She was pathetic. And it had been a relief, for a while, to lean on her parents, her brothers. To rest, and let them do everything for her. They wanted her to be ignorant, still, so she tried to be so. But after a while, the boredom started to creep in, and the irritation. Bloody hell, what did they take her for?
At first she didn't understand where the contrary feelings were coming from. She fit so well into her part that she had almost forgotten innocence was, for her, just that. An act.
It was late one night when, going for a walk, she understood. She didn't need them. They wanted a little sister to protect, someone fragile. But she wasn't. Not only had she bounced back from her encounter with Tom, she had gained knowledge; She was like that, she took something from everything in life, even this.
Chapter Two: Man Proposes.
"Man Proposes and the Devil Disposes"
An hour and a half later, Ginny's alarm went. The vibrating pillow sent spears of pain shooting through her tender head, and she groaned. Swearing blue hell, she downed half a bottle of sobering potion, and stumbled into the shower.
By the time she went down to breakfast, Ginny was transformed. The sour taste was still in her mouth, but she could move without pain, and the pounding in her head had dulled to an ache.
Her straight hair stuck out in two cute plaits either side of her head, and her face was obscured by thick glasses. She entered the Great Hall with all the objectionable appearance of one who had not only gone early to bed, but risen betimes.
"Morning, Ginny", said Ron, as she passed. Ginny smiled- Lothair sure was hot stuff. "Hi, Ron", she smiled sweetly. She might go further...might.
"Hi, Ginny", said Harry. She blushed, remembering some of Lothair's remarks last night... better not get in too deep, though.
She glanced over at the Ravenclaw table, and was somewhat comforted to see that Frost's hangover was worse than hers. The others hadn't been very happy, having to drag two smashed girls back.
The morning passed, in a blur of lessons, and pathetic nothing-talk with Colin, until at lunch break she collapsed at a desk in the library. Hidden in an obscure corner, behind a heavy tome, she was reading "Which Witch When". It was such a relief to cut the pure 'n innocent crap for a while, she thought. Ginny sighed.
"Sooo, Weasley. Mmmm, looks interesting." Draco Malfoy. Behind her. Reading her magazine. Oh Fuck. She looked up at him, and opened her soft brown eyes very wide.
"Well, I think my school work is... interested?" She smiled devilishly, and her tongue flickered over her front teeth.
"Oho. Never knew you had so much... guts, Weasley. What would Ronniekins say, I wonder?"
"Well now, I don't know. But I always wondered what your darling Daddy felt about you and that halfblood, Malfoy."
Draco jumped. No one knew they were using Camille, no one except the other Slytherins who did. He smirked.
"Touché. Lets not find out, either way, shall we?" Before Ginny could answer, he was gone. She went back to comparing London and Paris show girls, with a slight frown.
"I'll have to be more careful," she thought. "Malfoy's the last person to trust with this sort of thing. I was lucky."
Her mind drifted back to last summer, when it had all begun. Ever since she met Tom, it was all wrong. He showed her evil, sure, and corruption, and terror. But he had also shown her a class of people who enjoyed life more than the innocent she was then could comprehend;
He showed her what it was like to have money, to be selfish, to forget yourself awhile, and to live life with a spice of danger to it.
For years, she had tried to go back to what she before. Her family wanted her back undamaged, innocent and dependent, so she tried to be that.
Ginny grinned wryly. She was pathetic. And it had been a relief, for a while, to lean on her parents, her brothers. To rest, and let them do everything for her. They wanted her to be ignorant, still, so she tried to be so. But after a while, the boredom started to creep in, and the irritation. Bloody hell, what did they take her for?
At first she didn't understand where the contrary feelings were coming from. She fit so well into her part that she had almost forgotten innocence was, for her, just that. An act.
It was late one night when, going for a walk, she understood. She didn't need them. They wanted a little sister to protect, someone fragile. But she wasn't. Not only had she bounced back from her encounter with Tom, she had gained knowledge; She was like that, she took something from everything in life, even this.