As much as I'd like to have something to say to you, I don't. Boo! Boo! Boo! But, now that I have that over with, I can move on.
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A woodchuck would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. – you know, that one's a lot harder to say fast than the question part. (and LOL to Miss Auburn…)
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"Mrs. Malfoy! Miss Hughes! Will
you pay attention!" Professor Gary, the new DADA teacher yelled, his patience
worn out.
"Don't call me Mrs. Malfoy! I'm at school, call me
Miss Weasley or Virginia!" Ginny shouted back.
She was in a bad mood. Ever since she had come back from vacation, the teachers (with the exception of McGonagall) had insisted on calling her "Mrs. Malfoy" and it was driving Ginny insane. Really though, no one could blame her. Forced into the despicable marriage with a man she hated. And Ginny was angry enough about the entire marriage, she didn't need the teachers at school to be referring to her as "Mrs. Malfoy", since she would get enough of that once her schooling was finished.
"Very well, then, Miss Weasley. As long as you pay attention."
"Yes, Professor Gary." Ginny replied, thankful that someone was finally listening to her request. Snape, of course, refused to accept the fact that she didn't want to be called "Mrs. Malfoy", and took delight in annoying her by using her new name. The Slytherins were poking fun at her, and many of the other Houses were looking upon her with disgust, because she had married the Malfoy that none respected and all loathed. That may be seen as an overstatement, but his fellow Slytherins (yes, even Crabbe and Goyle) disliked him, too. And so they hated Ginny by association, which, as she pointed out loudly several times, was "totally and completely unfair!"
Ginny didn't actually pay attention to Professor Gary, because he wasn't very interesting. Well, true, he was more interesting than Umbrige, since he did teach practical magic, but his teaching style was more like that of a high school math droning on about apothems. Not at all interesting to listen to. They all wondered if he realized how painfully dull he was, but no one had yet ventured to ask.
Aside from that, Ginny's day had been excellent, considering that she'd spent the last week in the company of Draco Malfoy. Her three weeks as "Mrs. Draco Malfoy" had been the worst weeks of her life. While she was at school, though, she could be herself. Not anyone's wife. Or so she told herself.
That night, at supper, many of her friends were clamoring to know what her week had been like. Blushing, because she knew exactly what they wanted to know, she told them very little. This, of course, didn't deter them and they refused to stop asking her about it. But they stopped when Blossom threatened to seriously injure them if they didn't stop talking about it. Couldn't they see it was making Ginny uncomfortable? They stopped their questions when Blossom was near Ginny (which was almost all the time) but on the rare occasion that they found her alone they bombarded her with questions.
That night, Ginny wrote letters to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco. She only wrote a letter to the last because he threatened to come visit her if she didn't write to him at least once a week. Reminded of the beginning of the school year and the whole ring deal, she decided that it would be best to just write him the letters and get it over with.
This wasn't, of course, because he wanted to hear from her. It was just because he wanted to give her a constant reminder of her status as his wife.
As if she could forget.
Dearest Draco, she wrote, making sure that he would catch her sarcastic tone, even through the letter,
I am having a wonderful time here at school. I hope that you're doing well, and trust that you will be here for my graduation this coming June. (Not that she wanted it; it was just a fact of life.) Unfortunately, your housemates seem to have taken it upon themselves to be ever so kind to me. ("Hah!" she said while writing it.)
Also, I am going to stay for spring vacation so that I can work on studying for my N.E.W.T.s, something that I haven't been able to do yet this year. I can think of nothing else to write right now.
See you at graduation.
Love,
Virginia A. Malfoy
Although she hated the name, Malfoy had made it clear that if she used any other name (such as "Weasley") while writing to him, she would be in-ah, how to put this?- deep shit. And, as Ginny didn't feel like having a visit from her loving husband, she wrote it how he wanted her to. She reread the letter quickly.
Yes. Ginny thought. If I don't see him until graduation, I'll be the luckiest girl on the face of this earth. She laughed at those people who thought that the luckiest girl in the world was the one married to Draco Malfoy. They obviously didn't know anything about that despicable man.
With her letters written, she walked to the owlery. She called down her owl, Hawkina. She was a beautiful snowy owl, much like Harry's Hedwig. Hawkina, however, had been magicked to be purple, because that was Ginny's favorite color. Ginny smoothed down Hawkina's feathers, muttering praises, after she had attached the letter. Hawkina was one of her many wedding presents. Draco had taken it upon himself to provide her with the owl to assure that she wrote to him. When she had attached the letter to her owl, she turned around and began to walk to her dormitory. She wasn't expecting anyone else in the owlery. She didn't even see them, or notice them, until a hand pressed firmly against her mouth and her arms were held tightly behind her back.
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You know, I never really realized how short the chapters
were before I went back over them. How
annoying. So, if the story seems a
little different, that's because it is.
And yes, I realize that I didn't change much here, either. Short chapters are my type of thing. Long chapters—you know, those ones over
three pages long?- just don't like me.
They try to murder me in my sleep, so I avoid them like the plague. Pretty smart, huh?
The correct answer to the trivia question: Cronos.
Trivia Question: What was the name of China's last dynasty?
You know, I really should think of some sort of prize for the people who actually get it right. But, you know, I can't think of anything. So you get… oh! I know! The satisfaction of a job well done… okay, that's a bunch of BS, yes, but you can deal with it, right?
Ha
~ Lili
And holy guacamole! I'm thinking, "okay, so I'm sure I won't have any more reviews on this email, but I'll check to recheck the reviews that I've gotten and maybe I'll finish redoing the chapter…" and I open it and have tons of reviews… lol… so I felt the need to add this to the bottom here.
Madison27- I hadn't even thought of that… hmm… wouldn't that be a fun twist? Ah, but sadly, it isn't so… they weren't ever together… (Harry has a girlfriend (or fiancé, I'm not sure which… they haven't felt the need to inform me of their engagement if there is one), and so… well… yeah, to sum up that really long rambly piece of talk that I just did, Harry and Ginny were never together. Yeah, it would be sad if it broke it up, but happily, it didn't so they (Draco and Ginny) don't have to deal with the whole "I-had-a-relationship-going-before-you-and-it's-your-fault-we-broke-up" thing. Thank God, because typing that more than once would really annoy me… (I sometimes forget the joy that is copy/paste.) And sadly, Draco is Draco. Of course he's going to be cruel… but he gets nicer… or something like that… later…
crazyrein—lol- I love you, kid! Now, seriously, though… The sequel… well… I kinda wanted to finish
getting this out… and I got to like chapter four (with the prologue) and I
started to do my bad habit of writing random thoughts. And then I forgot.
No, seriously, though… South Dakota, our lovely little state, located in the
middle of nowhere, is home to Mount Rushmore… (or, as I used to call it (and
still do when I'm talking fast about it) Rount Mushmore.) If you don't know what that is, we're
located right beneath North Dakota, above Nebraska, west of Minnesota, east of
some state that is west of us… (I don't know what states are west of us!) and
north of Iowa… and if you don't know where that is… well, we're a little to the
north of the middle of the country, about in the middle of the country
(lengthwise) and two states below Canada.
South Dakota should be renamed "wind advisory", because we've had tons of wind
advisories the last week. The door
practically blows off its hinges when you open it! Okay, I'm done with that…just, if you would ever happen to visit
SD (going to Mount Rushmore or Sturgis for the motorcycle rally, of course) don't
wear a hat… because it'll be gone…
That was a long reply… if you didn't read it all, don't worry… you're fine! But, you know what, crazyrein? If you actually want to read the sequel, I'll post again. Or if anyone else is going to read that…
I'm off to kill the Einstein guy that's the "Microsoft Word Help" guy. Because he keeps showing me a light bulb and beeping and I don't care about the damn light bulb.
