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A/N: To quote Little Vicky from the Simpsons, "I am ever so pissed!"
Nice opener, eh? Well, let me explain that.
Today was the first dance of my freshman year of high school. It was out in the courtyard, it was nice, kinda cold, but only if you were away from the crowds. I danced twice, yeah, I know everyone was dying to hear that. Once w/a sort of friend of mine, and the other time with the guy I asked to dance at the last dance. (If you don't get what I'm talking about, see the A/N on the third(?) I think chapter.)
Well. Anyway, we had barely danced for five seconds when these three girls show up, giggling and skinny and wearing Care-frickin-Bear shirts, acting all flirty, going "Oh, Jake (fake name to protect the jerk's privacy) remember us?" I half expected them to start talking baby talk.
Well, any guy (I think. Or maybe my expectations are too high) would say "Hi, yeah, I'm kinda in the middle of something, can I talk after the dance?" But no, not Jake. He stops dancing to talk w/his "old friends."
Well, I'm not the type of girl to just stand there and wait for him to start paying attention to me again. I walked over to my friends. Then one of the Barbie dolls comes over and says "Oh, no, you were dancing with him, finish dancing with him, sorry, keep dancing with him." So I get dragged back there, Jake puts his hands on my waist, I put my hands around his neck, and he's STILL talking with the three girls.
THEN he lets go and hugs them all when they finally go away. Then they all decide to hug me. I mean, I don't even know these girls, and at the moment, I'm really pissed at them. But I smile, and I'm polite, cause that's basically the way I am, but then they stay and talk more and finally they go away, but guess what? The songs almost over anyway! Gee, ain't life grand?
And when it did end, he did what he did at the last dance too: Barely waiting for the music to stop, he drops his arms and practically runs away from me, w/o even a backwards glance. I am sooo pissed. Sorry, that's like my new word-of-the-day. Watch out, or in this chapter, you might find Hermione being "sooo pissed."
Note to self: Never dance with Jake again. Or better yet, I'll say "Sorry, but I already promised this dance to ________ (fill in the name of someone I'd never dance with, and who Jake knows I'd never dance with.)" Yeah right. I should have just grabbed the first guy I saw when I walked back to my friends and started dancing w/him. He probably would have paid more attention to me. (Or any at all, which would still be more than Jake does)
Okay, back to stuff that actually matters. I know this is my first post in a long time, but with ff.net being down, and my laptop in the shop (my sister stepped on it. Cracked the screen.) And school starting again, I'm not sure if I'll have time to write again anytime soon. I'm sorry!
But just you wait: The first day a big project is assigned in one of my classes, you'll probably get a chapter or two, cause I have this bad habit of procrastinating, and somehow my teachers and parents somehow got it into their heads that school is more important than computer stuff. Like chatting or writing fanfiction. Adults. **Shakes head disappointedly.** Anyway, here we go, on with the show!
Dragonessa "Working Class White Trash Punk Ass" Smith (Sorry, they've been playing ads for the movie "Rock Star" all week, and those are part of the song lyrics I heard, except for the punk ass part.)
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"You what?!?" Ginny nearly screamed. It was almost two in the morning, and we were the only ones left in the common room. I had to drag her out of her bed, but now she seemed totally awake.
"Quiet Ginny!" I hissed, looking around to make sure we were truly alone.
"I can't believe you kissed Draco Malfoy." She said incredulously.
"Ginny!" I snapped. "Why don't you say it louder? I don't think Hagrid or Professor Trelawney heard you!"
"Sorry." She flinched. "It's just kinda a shock, you know?" She twirled a piece of hair around her finger. "It's like if I kissed Cedric Diggory. The twins would kill me."
"Yeah, well, Cedric's got Cho. Draco is alive and single and barely 100 yards away from us at this very moment." I couldn't believe what I was saying. It was so cold, so callous, so...Draco-like.
But he isn't always like that. He can be nice and funny and kind and-
I mentally slapped myself.
"Ginny, what am I going to do?"
"Okay, my bet is that he isn't exactly rushing to tell the Slytherins all about it. So I say don't tell anyone what you told me, and if anyone asks you about it, deny, deny, deny. Besides, more people are gonna believe you instead of him. You always tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
I lay awake for most of the night after that. I couldn't sleep. Because I knew I hadn't told Ginny the whole truth. I had left out one major detail about the kiss.
I liked it.
The next day at breakfast, I sat with Harry and Ron. Ron seemed to have forgotten about our fight, and was happily complaining about all the homework Trelawney had given him while trying to finish reading the section that had been assigned.
"And, you know what Herm? She didn't give us the pages we're supposed to read until yesterday, then expects us to remember enough to pass the test she's giving us today." Ron said, spraying toast crumbs on my robe.
"It's easier if you read the pages the day they're assigned," Parvati said in a cool voice from her place two seats down. "Not the day they're due while trying to eat breakfast."
"Yeah, besides I thought it was Hermione's job to read during every meal." Lavender said. She and Parvati burst into giggles.
"Yeah, well, at least she reads stuff other than "Teen Witch Weekly." Ron shot back.
"Hey!" I piped up. "They read more than that."
"Unfogging the Future doesn't count."
"Hey, all this arguing can't be good for the digestion." Harry intervened. "Let's maybe wait until lunch or so to start the fighting?"
Parvati glared at him for a few seconds, then turned her back to us and started talking to Lavender about something. Ron was already reading again. Harry looked at me hopelessly and began eating his scrambled eggs.
I started looking around the Great Hall. I had finished my breakfast and my homework, so now I was bored out of my mind.
I had been staring into space, or so I thought, when Ron's voice cut through my daze.
"Staring at lover-boy, are you?"
I blinked, and suddenly became very conscious to where I had been staring. At the back of a certain person's blond head.
"Shut up Ron." I said, my face turning red. "I didn't even realize I had been looking at him."
"So that's why your face is such a nice scarlet color?" Seamus said, sitting down next to me and grabbing a plate.
"Would everyone please just get off my case already?" I said, looking around the whole table, from Neville to George. "It was just a stupid dance. Get a life and talk about something else."
"But this is so much more interesting than what we do." Fred said, trying to look innocent and failing miserably. "We wouldn't have anything to talk about."
"How about we talk about what you and Angelina did when I saw you two duck into one of the empty classrooms last week?" I snapped at him.
The smile fell right off his face.
"What?" He said, looking shocked.
"What?" George, Ron, and Ginny said, looking eager.
"What?!?" Angelina cried from the end of the table.
During the argument that followed, no one noticed me get up and start walking towards Prof. McGonagall's classroom.
Also, no one noticed Draco get up and follow me out.
I was halfway there when he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the nearest room, namely, a broom closet.
"What the-" I started to say, but he clapped a hand over my mouth. I grabbed my wand and pointed right between his eyes.
He uncovered my mouth, but said "Just stay quiet, okay? We need to talk."
"No, we don't." I reached behind me and tried to find the doorknob. I did not want to have this conversation now.
"Aromohola." He pointed his wand at the door. "You know what we need to talk about. Like it or not, we did kiss in that Greenhouse, and we need to talk about what that was."
"Okay, Draco, we do not need to talk about that kiss." I said, rushing on before he could get another sentence out. "We can pretend it didn't happen. We'll never speak of it again. We'll go back to hating each other, and at the next dance, I'll ask Ron and Harry to dance, and everyone will forget, and we'll all be one big happy family-"
What happened next was totally uncalled for, unexplainably scary, and undeniably amazing.
Draco kissed me again.
And I'm just going to get this out of the way now: Much deeper. Much more passion. And oh yeah: Much more tongue.
Finally he broke the kiss. I stood there stunned, limp in his arms. He looked down at me.
"You might be able to forget that tiny kiss in the Greenhouse, but I know you won't be able to forget that so easily."
Damn.
A/N: To quote Little Vicky from the Simpsons, "I am ever so pissed!"
Nice opener, eh? Well, let me explain that.
Today was the first dance of my freshman year of high school. It was out in the courtyard, it was nice, kinda cold, but only if you were away from the crowds. I danced twice, yeah, I know everyone was dying to hear that. Once w/a sort of friend of mine, and the other time with the guy I asked to dance at the last dance. (If you don't get what I'm talking about, see the A/N on the third(?) I think chapter.)
Well. Anyway, we had barely danced for five seconds when these three girls show up, giggling and skinny and wearing Care-frickin-Bear shirts, acting all flirty, going "Oh, Jake (fake name to protect the jerk's privacy) remember us?" I half expected them to start talking baby talk.
Well, any guy (I think. Or maybe my expectations are too high) would say "Hi, yeah, I'm kinda in the middle of something, can I talk after the dance?" But no, not Jake. He stops dancing to talk w/his "old friends."
Well, I'm not the type of girl to just stand there and wait for him to start paying attention to me again. I walked over to my friends. Then one of the Barbie dolls comes over and says "Oh, no, you were dancing with him, finish dancing with him, sorry, keep dancing with him." So I get dragged back there, Jake puts his hands on my waist, I put my hands around his neck, and he's STILL talking with the three girls.
THEN he lets go and hugs them all when they finally go away. Then they all decide to hug me. I mean, I don't even know these girls, and at the moment, I'm really pissed at them. But I smile, and I'm polite, cause that's basically the way I am, but then they stay and talk more and finally they go away, but guess what? The songs almost over anyway! Gee, ain't life grand?
And when it did end, he did what he did at the last dance too: Barely waiting for the music to stop, he drops his arms and practically runs away from me, w/o even a backwards glance. I am sooo pissed. Sorry, that's like my new word-of-the-day. Watch out, or in this chapter, you might find Hermione being "sooo pissed."
Note to self: Never dance with Jake again. Or better yet, I'll say "Sorry, but I already promised this dance to ________ (fill in the name of someone I'd never dance with, and who Jake knows I'd never dance with.)" Yeah right. I should have just grabbed the first guy I saw when I walked back to my friends and started dancing w/him. He probably would have paid more attention to me. (Or any at all, which would still be more than Jake does)
Okay, back to stuff that actually matters. I know this is my first post in a long time, but with ff.net being down, and my laptop in the shop (my sister stepped on it. Cracked the screen.) And school starting again, I'm not sure if I'll have time to write again anytime soon. I'm sorry!
But just you wait: The first day a big project is assigned in one of my classes, you'll probably get a chapter or two, cause I have this bad habit of procrastinating, and somehow my teachers and parents somehow got it into their heads that school is more important than computer stuff. Like chatting or writing fanfiction. Adults. **Shakes head disappointedly.** Anyway, here we go, on with the show!
Dragonessa "Working Class White Trash Punk Ass" Smith (Sorry, they've been playing ads for the movie "Rock Star" all week, and those are part of the song lyrics I heard, except for the punk ass part.)
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"You what?!?" Ginny nearly screamed. It was almost two in the morning, and we were the only ones left in the common room. I had to drag her out of her bed, but now she seemed totally awake.
"Quiet Ginny!" I hissed, looking around to make sure we were truly alone.
"I can't believe you kissed Draco Malfoy." She said incredulously.
"Ginny!" I snapped. "Why don't you say it louder? I don't think Hagrid or Professor Trelawney heard you!"
"Sorry." She flinched. "It's just kinda a shock, you know?" She twirled a piece of hair around her finger. "It's like if I kissed Cedric Diggory. The twins would kill me."
"Yeah, well, Cedric's got Cho. Draco is alive and single and barely 100 yards away from us at this very moment." I couldn't believe what I was saying. It was so cold, so callous, so...Draco-like.
But he isn't always like that. He can be nice and funny and kind and-
I mentally slapped myself.
"Ginny, what am I going to do?"
"Okay, my bet is that he isn't exactly rushing to tell the Slytherins all about it. So I say don't tell anyone what you told me, and if anyone asks you about it, deny, deny, deny. Besides, more people are gonna believe you instead of him. You always tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
I lay awake for most of the night after that. I couldn't sleep. Because I knew I hadn't told Ginny the whole truth. I had left out one major detail about the kiss.
I liked it.
The next day at breakfast, I sat with Harry and Ron. Ron seemed to have forgotten about our fight, and was happily complaining about all the homework Trelawney had given him while trying to finish reading the section that had been assigned.
"And, you know what Herm? She didn't give us the pages we're supposed to read until yesterday, then expects us to remember enough to pass the test she's giving us today." Ron said, spraying toast crumbs on my robe.
"It's easier if you read the pages the day they're assigned," Parvati said in a cool voice from her place two seats down. "Not the day they're due while trying to eat breakfast."
"Yeah, besides I thought it was Hermione's job to read during every meal." Lavender said. She and Parvati burst into giggles.
"Yeah, well, at least she reads stuff other than "Teen Witch Weekly." Ron shot back.
"Hey!" I piped up. "They read more than that."
"Unfogging the Future doesn't count."
"Hey, all this arguing can't be good for the digestion." Harry intervened. "Let's maybe wait until lunch or so to start the fighting?"
Parvati glared at him for a few seconds, then turned her back to us and started talking to Lavender about something. Ron was already reading again. Harry looked at me hopelessly and began eating his scrambled eggs.
I started looking around the Great Hall. I had finished my breakfast and my homework, so now I was bored out of my mind.
I had been staring into space, or so I thought, when Ron's voice cut through my daze.
"Staring at lover-boy, are you?"
I blinked, and suddenly became very conscious to where I had been staring. At the back of a certain person's blond head.
"Shut up Ron." I said, my face turning red. "I didn't even realize I had been looking at him."
"So that's why your face is such a nice scarlet color?" Seamus said, sitting down next to me and grabbing a plate.
"Would everyone please just get off my case already?" I said, looking around the whole table, from Neville to George. "It was just a stupid dance. Get a life and talk about something else."
"But this is so much more interesting than what we do." Fred said, trying to look innocent and failing miserably. "We wouldn't have anything to talk about."
"How about we talk about what you and Angelina did when I saw you two duck into one of the empty classrooms last week?" I snapped at him.
The smile fell right off his face.
"What?" He said, looking shocked.
"What?" George, Ron, and Ginny said, looking eager.
"What?!?" Angelina cried from the end of the table.
During the argument that followed, no one noticed me get up and start walking towards Prof. McGonagall's classroom.
Also, no one noticed Draco get up and follow me out.
I was halfway there when he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the nearest room, namely, a broom closet.
"What the-" I started to say, but he clapped a hand over my mouth. I grabbed my wand and pointed right between his eyes.
He uncovered my mouth, but said "Just stay quiet, okay? We need to talk."
"No, we don't." I reached behind me and tried to find the doorknob. I did not want to have this conversation now.
"Aromohola." He pointed his wand at the door. "You know what we need to talk about. Like it or not, we did kiss in that Greenhouse, and we need to talk about what that was."
"Okay, Draco, we do not need to talk about that kiss." I said, rushing on before he could get another sentence out. "We can pretend it didn't happen. We'll never speak of it again. We'll go back to hating each other, and at the next dance, I'll ask Ron and Harry to dance, and everyone will forget, and we'll all be one big happy family-"
What happened next was totally uncalled for, unexplainably scary, and undeniably amazing.
Draco kissed me again.
And I'm just going to get this out of the way now: Much deeper. Much more passion. And oh yeah: Much more tongue.
Finally he broke the kiss. I stood there stunned, limp in his arms. He looked down at me.
"You might be able to forget that tiny kiss in the Greenhouse, but I know you won't be able to forget that so easily."
Damn.