How would you promote Save the Words?
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Happy St. Patrick's Day! And in honor of it, I say, "Where's your green?". Pinch yourself if you don't have any on.
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Ginny struggled against the arms, and in the end fell limp, and then when the person loosened their grip to see what had happened, she tried to move away, but this mysterious person had very fast reflexes. Quidditch reflexes, no doubt.
"Promise you won't scream and I'll let you go, Virginia." A calm, cool voice whispered in her ear.
"Malfoy!" Ginny yelled, angry. He let her go with a slight push.
"Malfoy!" Draco mocked. "I told you to call me "Draco", Virginia, dearest."
"What are you doing here? I've been gone for less than a week and you're already here bugging me."
"About that…" Draco started. He looked very happy about something.
"About what?" Ginny replied suspiciously. She wasn't almost as big a troublemaker as her brothers for nothing. She knew when someone was planning something. She was, after all, the Queen of Mischief at Hogwarts.
"You being here. At Hogwarts. You don't need to be. We, that is, my father and I, have just come from a meeting with Dumbledore." Draco said happily.
"And…?" Ginny asked, not liking where this was going.
"And we've decided to remove you from Hogwarts. Permanently."
"No. You can't do that! I have only six months left, and…" Draco interrupted her,
"I can if I want to, Virginia. Now stop arguing. Even Dumbledore agreed it would be for the best."
"No! I won't!" Ginny yelled. She definitely was not happy with this turn of events. Draco just smiled at her patiently, like a babysitter trying to get on with a temper-tantrum throwing three year old.
"Do not be condescending to me, Draco Malfoy!" Ginny demanded. Draco just smirked. He had known she would be angry.
"I can, and I will." Draco drawled. Ginny shot him a glare. The tension was so great that it could be cut with a knife.
How can he say he's taking me out of school? Ginny wondered.
"Why did Dumbledore agree?" Ginny asked, suddenly.
"He knows what it takes to have a girl be a Malfoy's wife. He wanted to give you time to, oh, you know…get ready for it." He said, a glint in his eye. Ginny couldn't tell what it was, but if she hadn't known better, it looked like understanding. She looked at him curiously, but the glint was soon replaced by his usual scorn. Ginny figured she had just imagined it.
"When?" was all she asked. No more "why's" or "how's", just when.
"Next week. We'll give you enough time to pack and say goodbye to your friends." This kindness was uncharacteristic of Malfoy, which just made Ginny more suspicious. However, thinking of that slight glint in his eyes, she said nothing. Draco looked at her.
"Are you all right?" He asked, worried. Normally Ginny would put up a huge fight about her being forced to do something she didn't want to. In short, this was very unusual.
"Why do you think I am not?" Ginny asked, shoving away the thought that Malfoy might actually care about her.
"Well, you're my wife and I…"
"Yes?"
"Oh, never mind, Virginia. You wouldn't care anyways." Malfoy shot out. Ginny looked at him sadly. She wanted to know what he was going to say. But again, she made no comment. Instead, she turned and walked quickly to the Common Room, leaving Malfoy stranded in the owlery.
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One Week Later
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"Oh, Blossom, I'll miss you!" Ginny said as she was packing. She was leaving that day to go home. She thought it was odd to be thinking of Malfoy Manor as home, but she was. Just then, Professor McGonagall walked into the room.
"Virginia, good luck with your life. We'll still owl you your daily assignments and all that. Mr. Malfoy (the younger one) said he'd let you return for N.E.W.T. testing and graduation."
"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Ginny replied politely. She knew all of this already, of course, as Draco had owled her and told her. He obviously expected her to be pleased with this turn of events, and she was, at least as much as she could be. She had known that if he could take her out of school, he could also make sure she never returned, but he had not. This was something so uncharacteristic of Draco that Ginny was still suspicious. She kept wondering what had made him become so, ah, nice since the winter holiday. Professor McGonagall nodded, and walked out.
"Bloss, do you think you could visit us sometime?" And it sounded so weird to be saying us instead of me. Blossom smiled secretively at Ginny and said,
"I think you'll be seeing me sooner than you expect."
"What do you mean, Bloss? You know how much I despise secrets." Ginny whined. Blossom just smiled, a little painfully, and said,
"You'll see…if that damn man that is your husband doesn't tell you first."
"Hey!" Ginny said, angry that Blossom was insulting her husband. That was Ginny's job. This had nothing to do with jealousy, Ginny assured herself, only of the fact that Ginny should be the only one insulting Draco.
Then it was time for Ginny to leave. To leave Hogwarts forever. Oh, how she'd miss it!
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Draco was waiting for her, patiently. She gave him an icy look, which he returned, and then walked up to him. She didn't even ask why he was in the Gryffindor common room.
"Are you ready, then, Draco?" Ginny asked frostily. He only smiled, bowed mockingly, and led the way out into the Castle grounds.
They stepped into a horseless carriage, or, to be more exact, a thestral-driven carriage. They didn't bother trying to make polite conversation, as they knew it would only end up bringing in a fight. Although neither of them said it, they didn't want to fight. Emotions were already running high enough without arguing to set them even higher. That, and they knew that there would be enough fights later, without bringing them on now
When they reached Malfoy Manor, an hour or so later, Draco said,
"We have spent the last two weeks preparing a room for you, as we thought that you'd be more comfortable in it until we got to know one another better."
From his tone of voice, Ginny could clearly tell that it hadn't been his idea. She made a mental note to thank whoever was responsible for this change in housing, and happily followed Draco into another room.
It was beautiful, decorated in Gryffindor colors. It was obvious that much thought had been put into her room, and again she was curious as to who had done it. She sat on the enormously comfortable bed and sighed.
"Well?" Draco asked, sounding anxious about something.
"It'll do." Ginny replied, all cold and icy again. Draco looked at her, wondering what had changed in his Ginny since the last time he saw her. Wait a minute, he thought, did I just call her my Ginny? What am I thinking?
When Ginny saw Draco staring at her, she was about to give a tart statement when he came and sat on the bed.
"Wha- what are you doing?" Ginny asked, frightened. She was so frightened that she forgot her earlier frostiness.
"Oh, calm down, Virginia." Draco said angrily. She should be frightened of him, yes, but not that frightened. When she glared at him, he knew the world was back to normal.
Well at least as normal as it could be now that he was
married to a stinking Weasley.
He was still in a state of shock about that.
Looking over at the littlest Weasley, he had to admit that it wasn't too
bad. She wasn't all that bad
looking, and.
Hold it. Did Draco Malfoy, hater of all Weasleys, Potters, and Mudbloods just admit that Ginny Weasley wasn't bad looking? Wait a minute! Next thing I know, he thought with disgust, I'll be thinking that she looks good! What is wrong with me?
Ginny could see that Draco was having a battle with himself. This was unusual for the cool, calm, and collected way he usually was. When she was about to say something, Draco glared at her.
"Well, I'm going down to eat. If you want food, come down. If you don't, don't. I don't care."
Any concern Ginny might have had for him evaporated. What a jerk! She couldn't believe his mood swings! They were even worse than the worst PMS case in the history of the universe!
"Fine. Then I won't. Leave now."
"I'm afraid you can't tell me what to do, Virginia." Draco said smoothly.
"And I've told you before, don't call me Virginia."
"Ah, yes, the whole name thing. I sometimes forget." He paused before adding triumphantly, and wholly in bad spirit, "Virginia."
Her glare was his prize as he swept out of the room. He smiled with one final thought as he ordered the house elves to make some food for him.
She was his for life.
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So, of course, today being St. Patrick's day, we're all supposed to wear green. So, we're sitting in band and the director is like, "Okay, now whoever didn't wear green to school has to play this scale…" and so everyone who isn't wearing green plays the scale. As they're playing, the director notices that I'm not playing, and he's says my name really loud (mispronouncing it, of course… no one can say my last name…) and he's like "why aren't you playing? You're not wearing green!" And I say indignantly, "I am too!" and I hold up the green ring that I made last night. He looks at it. "You probably just forgot and your friends gave it to you this morning. That doesn't count." The tenor sax player next to me says, "Just tell him you're wearing green underwear." (The standard excuse, of course, for not wearing green on St. Patrick's day… I mean, who's going to check and see if you're telling the truth?) but I'm not the type of person to announce that in front of the band, so instead I say, "I have green on my socks." (which I did, but not very much-I had a green frog on my socks. I grabbed them just in case someone wouldn't let me get away with the ring *cough cough-band director!*. Or I lost it. And then I could punch the person who pinched me! How fun!). He accepts it and we move on with the rehearsal.
Total non-story there, but I felt like sharing. Lucky you.
Trivia question: What is pnigophobia?
~Lili
The answer to the last question: Qing.
I would like to give you a bonus trivia question and answer, just because I love you all! Hehe…
Scopophobia is a fear of being looked at.
So, if you're scopophobic, I'm looking at you…
*cue Twilight Zone music*
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"North Dakota…legendary." Who would actually want to go to North Dakota? I mean it's even more boring than South Dakota! And no one even thought that was possible…
