DC: I don't own Harry Potter characters they belong to JK Rowling...duh!
A/N: I really am not sure what I'm writing yet..hopefully it works out..o.O
~~~*Dragon Scales and Weasel Fur*~~~
Virginia Weasley yawned as she flipped the page in her book, true it was a muggle story but it
wasn't half bad. Steamy romances weren't usually her type of story but today it felt normal to
be reading it where no one could raise eyebrows and ask uncomfortable questions. The cover
featured two people in a loving embrace, a beautiful red headed woman and a devilishly
handsome silvery-blond haired man, with rain coming down all around them. The paperback
had entertained Ginny most of the time she'd been on vacation. Her father had gotten a
immensely large raise, and the family decided to take a vacation. They'd gone to a group of
Islands used for wizarding vacations, they were on the largest one called Isla de Maraca. Ginny
had no idea how it had gotten that name as she hadn't seen any maracas.. But anyway it was a
really nice place..Ginny looked up at the clear blue sky, tropical birds flew into her view and a
smile spread across her face, she loved being here and wished the summer would never
end..but she really wished she had a friend to enjoy it with.
Her brother had brought along his best friends Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger, Ginny
used to be head over heels for the brave and courageous Harry. True he was good looking,
true he was brave but Ginny secretly had a fetish for the rebellious types. Not any in particular
so far but she always thought that it would be fun to get a tattoo then hop on a motorcycle with
a bad looking teenager and ride away right in front of her parents. Ginny laughed in spite of
herself, but no one was around to hear her anyway, she'd taken refuge from the constant
laughter of her family on a smaller island she boated too. Yes boated, her friend Neville had a
boat and when she went down to visit him last summer he'd shown her how to use the muggle
contraption.
The Island was very small, probably the smallest out of the grouping, but it had a spot that
Ginny adored and would keep secret till her grave. A waterfall came out from a small cliff, and
fell into a clear chest high pool, she loved it because she thought she was the only one who
knew about it. It was found by a small path that was hidden behind a large rock in the shape of
a crumbling triangle.
It was then as something cold touched her leg on the shore of the beach that she wondered if
she was truly alone, she looked down half expecting to see a bone chilling snake, but saw a
corked bottle.
"What the hell?.." she muttered picking it up. Holding it up in the light it twinkled and inside she
could see two things. The most regular of the two was a piece of a scroll scrunched up inside of
the bottle, the second was a silver chain with a small pendant. She uncorked the bottle with a
loud 'pop' and the necklace fell out onto her hand. It looked really expensive as she held it out
in front of her face, the pendant was in the form of a powerful dragon, his teeny fangs bared in
defense. Its claws were holding onto a small crystal ball, inside she could see a piece of a
dragon scale.
"Wow.." she said fastening it around her neck. Whoever lost it could find it better if they could
see it right? Ginny's mind started to wander to what her parents always said "never trust
anything if you can't see where it keeps its brain.." ever since her encounter with the Basilisk
and the fearsome Tom Riddle she always tried to remember that. His enticing whispers still
haunted her dreams, when she lied cold and alone she could still feel his skin against hers.
Kidnaping her into the chamber when she was a younger girl. Ginny was seventeen now, no
longer the same little girl that would let herself get kidnaped. Her confidence changed for the
better, her looks as well. Her hair was deeper, a red-scarlet colour that had a silky shimmer to
it, her eyes were a brighter intense green that sparkled when her devious side came through,
overall she'd become a rather attractive woman.
The note continued to be a pain to try and snatch, the thin necked bottle barely let her fingers
in and the note seemed beyond reach. She was just about to smash it against a rock when it
slipped out on its own.
"That's odd.." she muttered again, not wanting to speak to loud..speaking to yourself wasn't
really a normal trait. She unrolled it to see a beautiful curvy script covering the page in a deep
black ink.
Dear Anyone
Im extremely bored here, who thought a paradise could be more boring then school!
Ginny laughed.
Yes well I'm desperate for some company so whoever finds this please come to Villa
Dragonhiet on Isla de Maraca. Im throwing a party but I gave you the necklace because
I enchanted the bottle to find a person who was as bored and well lonely as I am. Please
wear the necklace I'll find you.
DM.
"I'll find you.." the words went through her mind, as she read the date..the party was tonight!
She looked at her watch the spindles were spinning around crazily like on most wizard watches,
but from her reading it was in three hours! It took her at least a half hour to boat back to the
island. She was curious, on the back of the same scroll she wrote in her own hand..
"I'll be there..you better find me.."
VW
She stuffed it back into the bottle, corked the lid and tossed it back into the water. It just
floated for a moment then with a shimmer of bubbles it was sunk under and brought back to the
owner.
"Talk about a sinking feeling.." she rolled her eyes at the lousy pun and gathered up her stuff to
go home.
~*Draco's View*~
Draco Malfoy tossed the wizard ball against his summer house wall. It was on a large
plantation and the house was just as nice as the grounds. Though it went against the Malfoy
regularity of stone and black, the white plantation house made it seem a lot more innocent to the
regular wizards and witches. The inside was a cream colour but full of original pieces from when
the house had been constructed. It had three levels, all with high ceilings and large windows.
Tonight the empty space would be full, every teenager witch or wizard on the Island had been
invited to his party. There was only one month left of summer and he wanted to have at least
one good party to remember and brag about when he got back.
His goons Crabbe and Goyle weren't here, for this he was thankful. He hated both of them and
he didn't want either of them to be here and ruin his holiday with more mindless pranks and
having to watch them shove their faces like they inhaled food instead of oxygen.
"Draco sweetie.." called a voice from the hallway. Draco turned his head and looked out to see
his mother dressed in a black sundress and large black sunhat pinning on earrings looking at
him.
"We'll be back tomorrow morning..make sure your party doesn't get out of hand." she said.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Yes mum.." he said his voice both uncaring and untrustworthy. It wasn't until he heard their
broomsticks take off into the sky that he stood up. His guests would be arriving soon and he
wanted to make himself presentable..not that he wasn't already. Even though many hated him
they couldn't deny that he was pretty damn hot, silky silver-blonde hair covered his head, (he'd
stopped slicking it back when he heard Snape used to do the same thing at his age) he had a
muscular torso, and dark eyes. He let out a yawn as he went over to his closet pulling out a pair
of jeans and black shirt and changed.
~~~*Dragon Scales and Weasel Fur*~~~
Virginia Weasley yawned as she flipped the page in her book, true it was a muggle story but it
wasn't half bad. Steamy romances weren't usually her type of story but today it felt normal to
be reading it where no one could raise eyebrows and ask uncomfortable questions. The cover
featured two people in a loving embrace, a beautiful red headed woman and a devilishly
handsome silvery-blond haired man, with rain coming down all around them. The paperback
had entertained Ginny most of the time she'd been on vacation. Her father had gotten a
immensely large raise, and the family decided to take a vacation. They'd gone to a group of
Islands used for wizarding vacations, they were on the largest one called Isla de Maraca. Ginny
had no idea how it had gotten that name as she hadn't seen any maracas.. But anyway it was a
really nice place..Ginny looked up at the clear blue sky, tropical birds flew into her view and a
smile spread across her face, she loved being here and wished the summer would never
end..but she really wished she had a friend to enjoy it with.
Her brother had brought along his best friends Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger, Ginny
used to be head over heels for the brave and courageous Harry. True he was good looking,
true he was brave but Ginny secretly had a fetish for the rebellious types. Not any in particular
so far but she always thought that it would be fun to get a tattoo then hop on a motorcycle with
a bad looking teenager and ride away right in front of her parents. Ginny laughed in spite of
herself, but no one was around to hear her anyway, she'd taken refuge from the constant
laughter of her family on a smaller island she boated too. Yes boated, her friend Neville had a
boat and when she went down to visit him last summer he'd shown her how to use the muggle
contraption.
The Island was very small, probably the smallest out of the grouping, but it had a spot that
Ginny adored and would keep secret till her grave. A waterfall came out from a small cliff, and
fell into a clear chest high pool, she loved it because she thought she was the only one who
knew about it. It was found by a small path that was hidden behind a large rock in the shape of
a crumbling triangle.
It was then as something cold touched her leg on the shore of the beach that she wondered if
she was truly alone, she looked down half expecting to see a bone chilling snake, but saw a
corked bottle.
"What the hell?.." she muttered picking it up. Holding it up in the light it twinkled and inside she
could see two things. The most regular of the two was a piece of a scroll scrunched up inside of
the bottle, the second was a silver chain with a small pendant. She uncorked the bottle with a
loud 'pop' and the necklace fell out onto her hand. It looked really expensive as she held it out
in front of her face, the pendant was in the form of a powerful dragon, his teeny fangs bared in
defense. Its claws were holding onto a small crystal ball, inside she could see a piece of a
dragon scale.
"Wow.." she said fastening it around her neck. Whoever lost it could find it better if they could
see it right? Ginny's mind started to wander to what her parents always said "never trust
anything if you can't see where it keeps its brain.." ever since her encounter with the Basilisk
and the fearsome Tom Riddle she always tried to remember that. His enticing whispers still
haunted her dreams, when she lied cold and alone she could still feel his skin against hers.
Kidnaping her into the chamber when she was a younger girl. Ginny was seventeen now, no
longer the same little girl that would let herself get kidnaped. Her confidence changed for the
better, her looks as well. Her hair was deeper, a red-scarlet colour that had a silky shimmer to
it, her eyes were a brighter intense green that sparkled when her devious side came through,
overall she'd become a rather attractive woman.
The note continued to be a pain to try and snatch, the thin necked bottle barely let her fingers
in and the note seemed beyond reach. She was just about to smash it against a rock when it
slipped out on its own.
"That's odd.." she muttered again, not wanting to speak to loud..speaking to yourself wasn't
really a normal trait. She unrolled it to see a beautiful curvy script covering the page in a deep
black ink.
Dear Anyone
Im extremely bored here, who thought a paradise could be more boring then school!
Ginny laughed.
Yes well I'm desperate for some company so whoever finds this please come to Villa
Dragonhiet on Isla de Maraca. Im throwing a party but I gave you the necklace because
I enchanted the bottle to find a person who was as bored and well lonely as I am. Please
wear the necklace I'll find you.
DM.
"I'll find you.." the words went through her mind, as she read the date..the party was tonight!
She looked at her watch the spindles were spinning around crazily like on most wizard watches,
but from her reading it was in three hours! It took her at least a half hour to boat back to the
island. She was curious, on the back of the same scroll she wrote in her own hand..
"I'll be there..you better find me.."
VW
She stuffed it back into the bottle, corked the lid and tossed it back into the water. It just
floated for a moment then with a shimmer of bubbles it was sunk under and brought back to the
owner.
"Talk about a sinking feeling.." she rolled her eyes at the lousy pun and gathered up her stuff to
go home.
~*Draco's View*~
Draco Malfoy tossed the wizard ball against his summer house wall. It was on a large
plantation and the house was just as nice as the grounds. Though it went against the Malfoy
regularity of stone and black, the white plantation house made it seem a lot more innocent to the
regular wizards and witches. The inside was a cream colour but full of original pieces from when
the house had been constructed. It had three levels, all with high ceilings and large windows.
Tonight the empty space would be full, every teenager witch or wizard on the Island had been
invited to his party. There was only one month left of summer and he wanted to have at least
one good party to remember and brag about when he got back.
His goons Crabbe and Goyle weren't here, for this he was thankful. He hated both of them and
he didn't want either of them to be here and ruin his holiday with more mindless pranks and
having to watch them shove their faces like they inhaled food instead of oxygen.
"Draco sweetie.." called a voice from the hallway. Draco turned his head and looked out to see
his mother dressed in a black sundress and large black sunhat pinning on earrings looking at
him.
"We'll be back tomorrow morning..make sure your party doesn't get out of hand." she said.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Yes mum.." he said his voice both uncaring and untrustworthy. It wasn't until he heard their
broomsticks take off into the sky that he stood up. His guests would be arriving soon and he
wanted to make himself presentable..not that he wasn't already. Even though many hated him
they couldn't deny that he was pretty damn hot, silky silver-blonde hair covered his head, (he'd
stopped slicking it back when he heard Snape used to do the same thing at his age) he had a
muscular torso, and dark eyes. He let out a yawn as he went over to his closet pulling out a pair
of jeans and black shirt and changed.