Hmm…not much to say about this one…except that the stupid email formatting is really annoying me *me, and me*

Haha.

Read and enjoy. Here within includes the famous rant scene. *sasori's personal favorite scene*

Disclaimer: we own nothing but the hairdryers we chuck at each other, so don't even think about it. No! no thinking! Just Read!

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      Lupin yawned loudly, turning over and burying his face in the light gray pillow. His temples were throbbing murderously, no doubt from the past two weeks of utter torture. And it was still going on. He could hear faintly the struggles between teacher and pupil, even though his room was supposed to be soundproof.
      The two torturous weeks so far had frayed everyone's nerves to fine thin threads. Ginny was by no means a musical genius, and getting her to play professionally in six months was being deemed by his inner conscious as 'bloody impossible'. There had been late nights, early morning, before breakfast, after breakfast, before lunch, after lunch, before dinner, and after dinner practices, on which it seemed that Ginny was constantly forgetting what she'd just learned two hours ago. Draco complained it was slow torture. Ginny shot back that it had been his idea, whereupon he'd fix her with a mighty glare and shout, "Raise that violin higher!! And fix that B flat! It sounds absolutely appalling!"
      He banged his face into the gray pillow a few times, rolled out of bed and stumbled into the adjacent bathroom. After relieving his bladder and showering, he dressed, and groped around for earplugs, ramming them into his ear canals. Prepared, he took a deep breath and bravely left the comparatively silent room.
      "Keep your bow steady! Don't let it drop and wriggle all over the place! That's right…long bows… now play E Major scale, two octaves." Draco calmly ordered, sipping his morning tea. Despite his regal posture, Lupin noted that he looked awful.
      "Morning Draco, Ginny." He nodded. Draco jerked his head.
      "Newspaper's over there. Would you hand me the aspirin?" Lupin shook his head, trying not to smile at the panda eyes Draco had developed. He tossed the bottle to him and sat down at the table with the newspaper.
      "Be nice and share some with Ginny." Draco made a face, and knocked back two. He placed the aspirins on the coffee table in front of him enticingly.
      "Now, Weasley, see these aspirins? Wonders of the Muggle medicine. They can cure that horrible, big, aching migraine you have in that tiny little head of yours." Despite herself, Ginny began looking at the small bottle as if it were the Holy Grail. "You can have some…"
Ginny practically dropped her violin and lunged for the bottle, a split second too late as Draco whisked the bottle away.
      "But you play me that scale, and then Mazas No. 13 first!" He growled ferociously at her brown, watering eyes. Ginny wailed.
      "My fingers are blistered, my arms ache, my head is throbbing, my eyes hurt, and I hate Hate HATE this stupid scale!!!" Her voice rose to a shriek.
      Draco stared at her stonily til she quieted down. He pointed at the violin stand.
      "Sight read Kreutzer No. 4." She looked despairingly at Lupin, who quickly pretended not to notice as he buttered his toast. "NOW!"
      Ginny's faced scrunched up and she gave the violin a particularly vicious twang and she turned back to her music. Draco calmly set down his tea cup and picked up a magazine. While he thought no one was looking, he slipped another aspirin into his mouth and added a bit of gin in his drink. Remus smothered a chuckle. Instead, he finished eating his breakfast and wiped his mouth with his napkin.
      "Now Draco. What do you think of my offer?" The literature professor calmly asked, leaning back in his chair and trying to ignore the sad pathetic attempts at the Kreutzer etudes. Draco started a moment and looked slightly guilty as he capped the flask of alcohol and tucked it away in his robes.
      "It's a good idea. I've been wondering what to do on my vacation, other than sit and listen to talentless gutter snipes viciously murdering Schubert." Here Remus allowed Ginny and Draco an exchange of vicious glares before hastily going on.
      "Most of my students have never even touched a piano, so they just can't really see the connection between music and literature."
Draco turned back to Remus. "Of course. Don't worry, they just need a good example. I'll go, of course. What literature piece are you going to use anyways?"
      "I was thinking of…Pinocchio?" Draco choked on his spiked tea.
      "Pinocchio?!"
      Remus looked sheepishly at him. "Maybe I should change it?"
      "You might want to!"
      "Any suggestions?"
      " 'Grease!'" Ginny suggested over her shoulder.
      "Shut up you!" Draco growled. "How about 'Romeo and Juliet'?"
      Shaking his head, Remus explained that they'd already studied Shakespeare. "I was thinking of maybe an opera, or ballet?"
      "Carmen? Swan Lake? Nutcracker?"
      "No…Tried those examples. Some aren't even sure of the storylines."
      Ginny had lain down her violin and was stretching her fingers. She craned an inquisitive ear towards the two men and casually started to listen in.
      "Madame Butterfly?"
      "No, I don't think so…"
      "How about the Butterfly Lovers Concerto?"
      "The what?"
      "Never mind."
      Losing interest, Ginny began edging listlessly out of the room. Maybe she could escape before her practice session was up and be free! Quietly, she backed up against a door, spun around, and quickly opened it, before shrieking as rolls of parchment and framed posters fell out on her. 'Damn,' she thought desperately. 'Stupid closet doors!'
      "Ginny! What in tarnation?!
      "What have you done?! Weasley!"
      The two shocked men hurried over and began digging the girl out of the pile of dust and old playbills and stuff. Meanwhile, Draco was raging at the poor girl for messing up his collection.
      "You couldn't have picked a better time, I'll give you that, Weasley. Can't you see we're discussing something important? If you want out so badly, at least use the right door! Bloody hell, you know how old some of these are? I don't have time to clean this up! Some people are busy, you know? Some people actually have jobs to think of!"
      Ginny, who had been stammering "But…but…but…" was cut off again and again, and finally lost her temper.
      "Oh for Heaven's sake, why can't you just pick that bloody Disney movie with dancing hippos and get on with it!" she shrieked, ripping a poster of 'Casa Blanca' off her head and kicking 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' from her left foot.
      Remus and Draco stopped abruptly.
      "…what did you say?"
      " I said 'oh for heaven's…"
      "No no no. That part about the movie."
      "What? The Disney movie? Dancing hippos? I don't remember what it's called. 'Harmonia', 'Utopian'? 'Fantasma'?"
      "'Fantasia'! She's talking about 'Fantasia'!"
      "By god that's It! Ginny! You're genius!"
      "Hey hey hey, now wait a minute, do not be too generous with your compliments, especially to her." Draco warned.
      "Well, maybe I am, and you just don't want to admit it." Ginny taunted. Draco glowered and stalked to her music stand.
      "You've got two hours to learn this piece. Now jump to it." He slammed a sonata down on the stand and shoved Ginny and her violin in front of it.
      Ginny stared at the opened music score before her, mouth agape. He expected her to learn this…in two hours?! There were double-stops, trills, spiccato, and pizzicato littered all over the sheet, and not to mention consecutive 64th notes running at a speed of presto!
And scales…all in E Major.
      Ginny slowly turned to face Draco, eyes wide with disbelief. Her mouth opened and closed slowly, silently praying that he would be more lenient on her.
      Her prayers fell upon deaf ears.
      Draco yawned hugely, pointedly ignoring Ginny's pleading eyes as he glanced at the clock. He calmly turned to the other two. "I'll be taking a nap for about…oh, two hours. God knows I need my sleep." He reached over his head and stretched a bit, waiting expectantly for a sharp reprimand from the redhead.
      Before the words can roll off of Ginny's tongue, Remus intercepted skillfully. "Well, then go on to bed. I'll keep an…er, ear on Ginny's progress." He waved his hands to Draco, shooing him away towards the stairs.
      Draco sighed in relief, and before heading up the stairs, threw a smirk at the violinist. The thump of his shoes against the wood resounded through the hall.
      Ginny plopped down on a nearby chair angrily, nearly throwing her violin down onto the floor in her fury. "Why does that git get to take a nap and I don't?!" She glared at Remus unintentionally, lashing out at him. "I'm the one slaving away with this bloody violin, doing every bloody thing he tells me to do! All he does is sit there, and he gets to take a bloody nap?!" Ginny was flinging her hands around now, violin in danger of slipping out of her grasp and breaking into tiny pieces.
      Remus took this outrage rather calmly. He reached over and grabbed Ginny's wrist, positioning the violin in playing mode. "Well, Ginny, learning to play the violin professionally in six months would be impossible if you don't spend all your waking hours practicing."
      Ginny nodded.. "Yes, but -"
As if reading her mind, Remus held up a hand to silence her. "Draco needs his sleep. He needs to be able to think clearly when he teaches you."
      "But -"
      "Start practicing. You need to be able to play this in two hours." Remus commanded before heading towards the door. "I'm going for a walk. I think you'll be able to concentrate better with nobody else in the room." He disappeared into the hall. A click can be heard, and shortly after, a door slamming.
      Ginny rushed into the hall. Yup, Remus was gone. She whirled around to glare at the staircase, as if Draco was still heading up to his bedroom. She growled, images of Draco dying a most horrible death flying through her head.
      "Just you wait, Draco Malfoy. Just you wait. I'll be the most renowned violinist in all of England, and where will you be? HA!" A malicious grin crossed her features as she cried out triumphantly. "DEAD…that's what you'll be!" She struck a solemn pose, violin raised, before continuing, her imagination running wild. "I'll play for the Minister of Magic, and he'll be so impressed, he'll call this day Virginia Weasley Day! AND…he will grant me one wish. 'Anything?' I'll say. 'Anything,' he'll reply. Then, I'll whisper in his ear, 'Kill Draco Malfoy.'" Ginny laughed with glee.

"The Minister will ponder for a moment, then jump up with enthusiasm. 'Done!' he'll shout. You, PROFESSOR Malfoy, will be brought blindfolded, surrounded by ministry officials with wands raised. Then, with a wave of my hand, they will all shout 'Avada Kedavra!' and you will slump to the ground, cold and dead!" She plucked random strings on the violin in approval of her planned out future, or rather, Draco's planned out future.
      "Just you wait, Malfoy! Just you wait!" She shouted one last time before twirling around in twisted happiness.
      And stopped at the foot of the stairs.
      Draco was staring at her from the top of the staircase, eyebrow raised in curious wonderment. He decided not to ask. Draco brought an imaginary violin up to rest on his shoulder, and began playing an imaginary tune with the imaginary bow.
Ginny, shoulders slumped in defeat and embarrassment, raised the violin up to her chin as she walked towards the practice room. A few weak notes could be heard before the door was slammed shut.
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*ps: yeah, that last part, it was Mindy! it wasn't me! I'm not that weird and twisted!! Which Mindy? that Mindy! *points* at least we got out the big, fun, Eliza/Ginny rant. TEEHEE.

Kreutzer and Mazas are guys who were excessively bored, so they wrote books of exercises for your fingers. Argh. The bane of my musical life.

E major scale has four sharps. Not a fun scale to play. Your fingerings get messed up. Yes, your fingers actually have patterns to use when using certain scales…but I'm confusing you. Ignore me.