A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed!! You really love me, you really do! *bats eyelashes* A long one here, as a treat—and guess what?! MORE SNOGGING! Extra cookies to BouncingFerretsR.A.O.K. and Vanns for the correct answer: Pirates of the Caribbean (3 ^_^)
More News:
I FINALLY got a livejournal: If you want to add me, feel free: my username is seven_years.
I also have a greatest journal with a same user name and with the user name super_trouper. Hee.
Also note change in pen name. The other day, I logged in and stared long and hard at my pen name, and it came to me: I was no longer Medusa. I was Medusa4. Meaning I was not The Medusa. I was Medusa + number. I did not like that. So I changed it.
Enough rambling. On with the show!!
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December 24
Okay. Okay.
I'm gonna freak right out.
(A/N: Another cookie to those who know where this is from. *audience groans* What?)
I mean, really, really, freak right out.
Why, you ask?
Well, let me ask you a question first:
Do you possess HALF A BRAIN CELL? You do? Then maybe the following should have registered into your hopefully less-than-empty skull:
1) The Yule Ball is TONIGHT.
2) My brilliant plans are stuck in blueprint.
3) Usually, when one forms a plan, it's meant to be acted out. No such thing happening as of now.
4) Am severely distracted, to the point where I fear I may be suffering from schizophrenia.
5) To make like Zorro, or to not make like Zorro, that is the question.
6) Why does he have to look so handsome in all his Malfoy glory?? Each minute that passes, I am more sure of him being a great, blonde Adonis from the heavens, than the former known ferrety git.
Not only that: But I should have known it was [strike]too good to be true[/strike] very suspicious from the beginning. It's very likely that all of the Malfoy-kind are somewhat akin to Veela's and Dementors—their looks lure you to them, and their deadly kiss absolutely addles your brain to the point of no return.
Say it with me: St. Mungo's is my home.
I leave you now to further debate these problems with…myself.
Later
Considering throwing away my to-do list. Defeats purpose of to-do list if I'm not able to do them.
1) Stop thinking about HIM!
Definitely not achieved.
I didn't really get far debating said problems with…myself. Instead, I found myself wrapping His present. Sigh.
Then Ron barged in.
" Who's that for?" He barked.
" Draco Malfoy." I said airily. Even his name sounded heavenly to my ears.
What was the point of lying? My life was probably doomed. I waited for him to explode, yelling at me for giving heartless people Christmas presents.
But he just looked at me for a moment--and then started laughing.
" HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" He was practically crying, now, his freckles practically dancing on his cheeks. " Oh, that's a good one, Gin! Really, you must entertain us with your humor sometime!" Then he walked away, mumbling something that sounded like " A present for Malfoy…oh, honestly, that sister of mine…what a joke…"
Is that really what I am? A joke? Because I may have some unnatural feelings for a ferret, both literally and figuratively?
Ron had said it: I was merely a tool for entertainment, nothing more. No personality, no nothing. (And certainly no knowledge of grammar either.)
Malfoy will make fun of me endlessly for kissing him, then accuse me of having a crush on him. I will be embarrassed. That is why I am doomed to die soon.
Maybe, perhaps, I would go through with my plan as I was going to, my last (or maybe first?) great escapade before my death. People would at least remember me.
I'll wear that cloak with shame and…spike the punch or something.
Although I reckon I probably stink worse than the cloak does.
What I Want To Be When I Am Grown Up
[strike]I want to be a writer.[/strike]
Won't live that long.
Even Later
My devotion, determination, and eagerness to get revenge on the pathetically pathetic Hogwarts student is gone.
Even Later Still
Oh, if only I could kiss him again…one…last…friggin…time…
It would be my last wish…
Gurgle.
Must not think these impure thoughts. What would Ron, Hermione and Harry say?
Ron: Ginny! How could you?! That dirty bastard Malfoy? Why, I ought to kill him! And you too!! Grr, I will now gnash my teeth and turn very red.
Hermione: I think you need professional help. This is beyond my area of expertise. I think there was something similar to this in Hogwarts, A History.
Harry: S'not fair! I'm supposed to be the hero! I get chased around by various evil-doers, not to mention that old fart Voldie, the scar on my head is practically the 8th world wonder for everyone to ogle at, I'm deprived and abused, AND I'LL TALK IN CAPITALS NOW BECAUSE I'M ANGRY! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO LIKE ME, GINNY! NOW I DON'T EVEN DESERVE A FAN-CLUB, DO I?
On second thought. Am now fantasizing…
Cannot record fantasies, very NC-17 as it includes such things as CENSORED and CENSORED and a bit of CENSORED.
Greefurturgle.
A Lot Later
That's it!!!
Oh, for a dying woman, I am brilliant!
I will spike the punch (after asking Fred and George about the charm used in Puking Pastilles), watch in vague amusement as half the student body pukes over themselves. Yes, you all are that disgusting.
Steer Draco away from the punch.
Proceed to kiss him one last time.
Voila. There you have it.
A Few Minutes Before The Ball
Ok. Am in my costume. In a pair of ridiculous breeches with a blouse—draped cloak over myself, pulled my hair up under big, feathered hat.
Tied mask to my face. I am sure I look very silly, but what does that matter now?
Uh-oh.
Time to go.
Wish me luck, diary. You seem to be the only companion I have.
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Way Past Midnight.
Oh.
My.
GOD.
I LOVE YOU GOD I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU AND IF I'VE EVER GIVEN YOU THE IMPRESSION THAT I WAS AN ATHEIST, WELL I WAS JUST KIDDING, HAHA!! YOU KNOW HOW FUNNY I AM!!! : - )
The events of this night (while not all were good) were…amazing. The following might explain why I'm back so late. I was…occupied.
Ready?
Alright.
So I went into the Great Hall ready to sneak towards one of the corners and be left unnoticed.
Luckily, most people were already busy dancing and otherwise flirting with each other. Absolutely atrocious, the things we humans do.
Slinked over to the food table and the humongous bowl of punch. Really, I could take a bath in it. AND probably fit Malfoy in there too. Not that I would, ahem.
I stuck my wand out from under my robes and muttered the charm necessary to put my plan into action. Worked out perfectly, punch turned a purple color for a moment before restoring to its proper red color.
Smiled complacently and backed away, waving at a few random people.
Stopped waving when a girl came up to me, eyeing my costume and muttered,
" This isn't a masquerade ball, you know." Snotty snot-face.
" Oh, it's not? Then take off your mask—its rather horrifying." I sneered back. Score one for Ginny!!!
Hung around the ball for a while longer, towards the edge of the Great Hall. Scary part was, a few girls approached me to ask me for a dance. Did I really look so masculine?? I declined politely, telling them that I had an incurable disease that prevented me from dancing. Then they looked rather affronted. Women are so strange.
Anyway.
I started grinning, because a few people were already bent over, hurling their dinners, and a few others were whispering to their partners that all this dancing is making me feel a little nauseous. Oh, no, dearies—its not the dancing. Muahahahahaha.
Amazing how fast the epidemic spread. Dancing must make you awful thirsty. Pretty soon, half of the people there were either regurgitating or on the verge of doing so. The teachers, however ignorant they wished to be, couldn't deny any longer that something was definitely amiss. Teachers started rushing about, sending students off to the hospital wing, using cups to collect the barf ( eurgh) and generally trying to restore the peace.
Yea, right. Like they could restore peace, when it was I, Ginny Weasley, who wrought havoc! Ha.
All the while, I stood in my little space looking innocently blasé.
That is, until it hit me that I didn't know how much time I would have before the teachers would just close the ball. What if I never got a chance??
I spotted Him near the Slytherin corner, talking casually with his other Slytherin friends.
He looked [strike>]absolutely dashing[/strike] okay.
I was most certainly NOT drooling, not in the least bit. Stupid, pompous, arrogant, unhygienic ninny.
But…if I were, then I stopped soon. He was making his way towards the punch bowl. This was it: the moment of truth—the finale of my last night before my name was utterly tarnished.
I looked up towards the ceiling, as if in prayer. Because, you know how religious I am.
I walked swiftly towards the punch bowl, stopping him just in time—my heart pounded, thinking he would take a sip of the punch before I got there. (Despite what you may think, I was NOT about to snog a guy whose mouth tasted of upchuck).
" Er…excuse me." I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, cup poised at his lips. Without further ado, I smiled apologetically at him and snatched the punch away.
" You…don't want to drink this." He glared at me.
" I think I rather do. Who the hell are you?" He demanded. Then blinked. " And give me my bloody punch back, git!" Oh, he was always so eloquent.
" I'm telling you now—you don't want to drink it." I insisted.
" Oh, don't tell me—" He sneered. " You spiked the punch with a charm that would make everyone puke, huh?" My eyes grew wide. Did he know??! No…he couldn't…lucky guess, the smart ass.
" Oh, yea, yea. Right." I muttered hurriedly. I just wanted to get this over with now. " Come with me, Draco…" And with that, I took his hand (HEE!!!) and led him out of the Great Hall. I shot furtive glances at the teachers as I did, but there was no need to be sneaky—they were too busy with the whole puking bit.
" Where are you leading me? What do you want? How do you know who I am? Who are you??" Wow, he sure did ask a lot of questions. I led him to a corridor far, far away from the Great Hall, right below the stairs that would lead to Gryffindor Tower. There we stopped, and I turned to look at him.
I decided then that he was waaaay prettier than Harry.
" I spiked the punch." I confessed. He blinked at me.
" Okay. Cool. Good job." He said monotonously. He stared at me as I stood there silently. " What, you want money? A pat on the back?" He suggested.
Ha. As if. No, nothing quite as platonic, Draco dear.
" No. You see…" I licked my lips. " You could say that my reputation after tonight…is absolutely ruined…my life is…over. In fact, my life has always been a failure…I just kept up a foolish hope that it could be redeemed…but now, I have come to realize the truth and said to myself—heck, why not end this little sucker with a big bang? So I went and caused all this chaos, and now wish for one thing before my figurative death."
I took a deep breath, watching his speculative eyes carefully.
" A kiss." I braced myself for an outburst. Sure enough--
" WHAT?!" He was exploding. Jumping up and down frantically. His hair was flying in his face.
" A…kiss…" I repeated slowly. My hands were wringing together anxiously. Okay, so he was going to refuse. I shouldn't have said that. I should have just grabbed him and kissed him. Kiss him, give him his present (stored beneath my robes) and run.
" But…you're a guy!" He screeched. My face fell.
" Um…no, I'm not. I assure you." I said uncomfortably.
" Prove it."
" Excuse me??!" I spluttered. " What, you want me to take my clothes off or something?" He seemed to consider this. He then shook his head.
" So you're a girl?"
" Obviously."
" And you want me to kiss you."
" Yes." I gritted my teeth. " So is that a yes or no? I'm kind of in a hurry."
He seemed to be smirking now, after a brief moment's thought. I didn't like that smirk, although it was kind of sexy. He inched towards me slowly, his smirk widening with each step.
" Silly girl." He said, his voice going down to a whisper. I panicked as my back touched the wall. Not good if I couldn't kiss and run.
" The first rule of snogging: You never ask." His face hovered mere inches above mine. My heart was pounding, my lips trembling. He licked his pink lips, gray eyes becoming hooded as they flitted over my mouth.
" If you want it; you take it."
And then he took my head in his hands and kissed me.
Kissed, in every sense of the word. The word in the epitome of it's meaning: every sexual feeling and desire contained in this one action.
I mean, wow. This was not a normal kiss. (Not that I would really know, since it was my second kiss).
If I had thought the first one was something—this one was phenomenal in comparison. My legs absolutely gave out—if he had not been supporting my weight, I would have collapsed clumsily to the floor. My heart was now beating so fast, that it almost hurt.
To put it simply: We were on fire.
I couldn't tell whose hand was whose, because our bodies were so well entangled with each other, and I know that at one point, I was struggling to unclasp his robe (this time, not to snatch them away and run), my mind telling me that no, it was not part of the plan to get past kissing. My NC-17 fantasies were supposed to stay just that—dreams.
But damn. He was great at snogging. He was a master at it. And I almost felt that it was a mistake on my part to wish for one more. His hair felt like feathers in my hands, and his lips like…sin.
I knew that I would keep wanting more and more. Like a drug, it was probably addicting, not to mention bad for me.
And that was why. That was why I didn't notice. Being intoxicated by him, I didn't quite notice where his hands were until it was too late.
In the span of a second, he had whipped the hat off my head, and the locks of my red hair (damn it) came tumbling down my shoulders. Who would have guessed, my stupid Weasley hair betraying me?
I stood there, gaping at him with my swollen mouth.
He stood there, gaping at me with his tousled hair.
" Ginny???!" I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach.
I made a move to run. There was no way I was staying around to hear him taunting me. Because he would never ever even consider liking me, and yesterday had been just a one time thing, and I really couldn't take it.
So I poised my still watery legs to run—but his hands stopped me, probably wanting me to stay around for the torture.
He whirled me around, demanding me to face him. He untied the mask on my face, showing eyes that were probably brimming with tears.
He looked determined, brows set in a slight frown.
" You." He said softly, contemplatively. I bit my lip.
" Yes, me!" I struggled against his grip, but he was stronger than I thought.
" Why?"
" Oh, you don't care about that—go on, just make fun of me! Aw, ickle Ginny has an ickle crush on the great Malfoy! Aw, what a loser, because everyone knows Malfoy would never like a Weasley, especially one who's stupid enough to fall for a Malfoy!"
I was crying now, unable to stop the words spilling from my mouth, and I really, really wished stupid Malfoy didn't have to be here to watch me. On top of the mess I had gotten into, I probably looked like hell.
" Is that what it is? You like me?" He sounded incredulous. But at the moment, I could hear nothing but sneering in his voice.
" It doesn't matter. I'm going." I turned to make my way up the stairs, but he stopped me yet again.
" And you spiked the punch too? All just to snog me?" Why, oh WHY was he asking the blatantly obvious? I REALLY preferred to cry alone in my room, and not in front of him! The least he could do was save the shit for tomorrow, when I could be a bit more composed!
" Yes!" I shouted as loud as I could. " Yes, Draco, I did all of that, okay! Now just let me GO!" I hung my head in embarrassment, letting my hair cover my face as I began to sob quietly.
" No."
And let me tell you, it took me a moment for that single word to register into my mind.
Because practically succeeding that word, he was pressing me against the railing of the stairs, kissing me again with more ferocity than he had ever before—even though he knew who it was he was kissing, even though he knew everything!
And all of this became too mind boggling for one girl to handle, and I really wasn't one to protest at the current situations.
So…
I just snogged him right back, thinking of only one thing:
Maybe, just maybe—my life wasn't over.
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A/N: Oh, whee!!! SNOG, SNOG, SNOG!! *coughs* Right. Nice, long chapter for ya'll. I'm thinking two more chapters after this one, hmm? Next time: Look forward to Ginny and Draco spending Christmas together. Yea, baby!
And review!!!