Lil note in beginning:
K, some might be confused with the flashbacks. So was I when I first saw
it on ff.net. well okay, originally they were italicized, but since I
didn't know that stuff doesn't show on ff.net, then im just gonna put a
note before it. Another thing: yea, im confused on why the portrait there
too. Lol, but there is a reason, and it will be explained later on. Don't
worry I know what im doing everyone! Anyways thank you to all my reviewers.
U guys rock the party. And now here is chapter 13.
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Chapter 13: And Once You
"Gin," Draco began, hesitant this time, "Can you tell me. . .what I was like before? You know. . .before the accident?"
"Before. . .the accident?" she stuttered, unsure of what to tell the pale boy before her who simply nodded in reply.
"Yes, before I lost my memory," he said, his tone pleading.
"He needs to know the truth," one part of her mind screamed, while the other reminded, "He was a complete asshole before. Do you want him to be one again?" She looked towards the vulnerable boy before her, as the image of a cruel Malfoy, with a sinister grin, crossed her mind. "Do really want that prat back into your life when you have him now?" the part of her mind asked once again.
"Gin? You there?"
Ginny snapped out of her thoughts as a hand gently landed on her shoulder. "Yeah. . .but Draco," she began, choosing her words carefully, "The thing is. . .well I won't lie. . .but before the 'accident', you weren't so very nice."
"Was I that mean to you? To everyone?" he asked, desperate now, "Did I make everyone's life miserable? Even yours?"
"Draco. . ." she said, trying to coax the boy, whose eyes were glistening with tears, "Draco. . .its okay, don't cry anymore." She began rubbing his back in a comforting pattern, "We all make mistakes, you know. And not everyone can be good and kind to everyone all the time."
"Yes. . ." he began, eyes averted to the ground, "But that still can't erase the fact that the green-eyed boy hates me."
Ginny internally cursed the moment the boy-who-lived opened his mouth and made a bigger mess of things. "I knew he was going to fuck it up somehow," she grumbled under her breath, as a million and one ways to murder the leader of the dream team danced in her head. "But that will have to wait," her evil part of the mind spoke, reminding the redhead that Draco was still talking to her.
"Gin. . .if I was that mean in the past. . ." he continued, eyes still avoiding hers, "Maybe I don't want to remember it. . .maybe I just want to stay like this."
"Shh, it's alright," she comforted, while wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, "With or without amnesia, you are still Draco Malfoy. And we are friends now, am I right?" She smiled when he gave her a slight nod in reply, "What matters is now. . .and even if you had all your memories and you were a complete prat, I'd still be your friend. You don't have to be a prat if you don't want to, just like you don't have to always be good."
"But, what about the boy. . ."
Ginny emitted a giggle, before poking Draco's side teasingly. "My gosh, you are just too cute like this," she spoke out, before blushing red at what she said. "Gin," she mentally berated herself, "This is NOT the time to be flirting with Draco!" Turning slightly serious in tone, she continued, "Don't worry about Harry. He isn't exactly Mr. Saint as well. Even I like to smack him a few times upside the head with a pan." Her smile grew wilder as Draco replied with a soft laugh.
"Thank you Ginny," he whispered, a small smile on his lips, "You're really good to me."
"It's because we're buds," she replied, as she sat up and pulled Draco to his feet, "And buds stick together. Now come on, I think Professor McGonagall's class is still going on. We have enough time to make a grand entrance and cause some terror."
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When Ginny and a reluctant Draco, turned the corner that led to the Gryffindor Head's classroom, a huge crowd of sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins greeted them. Ginny looked upon the sight with slight apprehension and confusion, wondering why the class was sitting outside, instead of in. Determined to find out what the hell was going on, Ginny tugged on Draco, motioning him to follow her into the crowd. Pushing one person to the next, Ginny finally caught sight of Alexia, who was currently battling it out with a blond haired Slytherin.
Walking right up to the arguing sixth years, she grabbed hold of Alexia, and proceeded to drag her away. "Sorry," she yelled back to the girl, who later she discovered to be the Slytherin's own slut, Pansy, "But I'm going to have to interrupt this little love fest." Ignoring the screams and whines from the girl, Ginny turned to Alexia, an eyebrow raised, "What the hell is going on here?"
Alexia looked at her as if she just grew a third eye, before realization hit her, and her look contorted to one of pure and utmost evil. "Oh but my dear, you just missed the main event," she spoke, her smirk wider than ever, "But I believe some of it is still going on."
"What the fuck?" was all Ginny could think, as she and Draco were pushed to the door of the Transfiguration classroom.
"Listen," the Gryffindor beater said, before fading away into the crowd of students, leaving a confused Ginny and Draco behind.
"What the?" he asked her, while placing his ears towards the door. She followed suit, and the sound of shouting reached her ears.
"Tell. . .Headmaster. . .disappointed," were most of the words she caught before the door swung open, revealing a very angry Professor and three frightened students. Not even caring about who was in her way, she proceeded to drag the three down the hallway, screaming things about utmost disrespect and million years of detention along the way. All the students just watched in complete surprise, before talking wildly about the most interesting Transfiguration class to ever occur since Neville accidentally turned his needle into a condom.
Ginny watched on as the 'Dream Team' disappeared around the corner, a smile on her lips. She turned to a shocked Draco, who was still trying to put two and two together. "My dear, that is what happens when you are too much of an ass for your own good."
"Are they going to be okay?" he asked, concerned for the students who were probably getting the verbal beating of their life. He mentally noted never to cross the line in Professor McGonagall's path. . .or else face her wrath of evil.
"Yea, yea," Ginny waved it off, knowing that her brother and friends could make it through like always. "I mean, if they could stand beating themselves up in Quidditch, what more a bunch of Professors?" Suddenly an idea clicked in her head. "That's it!"
"Um. . .what's it?" Draco questioned, a little fearful now.
"You'll see!" she spoke excitedly, before grabbing Draco's hand and dragging him away from the crowd of lingering sixth years, and down the corridor.
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"Now Draco, may I present to you. . ." she raised her voice for affect. While lifting up her arms in the air, "Hogwarts Official Quidditch Field!" Caught up in the moment of craziness, she proceeded to do a dance, pointing victory signs in the air.
Safe to say, Draco was scared for his life. "Quidditch?" he began once Ginny settled down from 'crazy' mode, "I remember a bit of it. . ."
His response definitely caught Ginny's attention, as she turned to face him. "Really, like what?"
"Well. . ." he began hesitantly, "I remember watching a game with people on brooms flying everywhere. And a little gold flying ball that someone had to catch."
"Like this?" she asked, producing a snitch behind her. He nodded, taking the little ball in his own hand and holding it with care. "That's called the snitch. A person called the Seeker has to catch it to end the game." She noticed Draco was listening intently, and continued, "Actually, on the Slytherin team, you're the Seeker. Been once since second year."
"Really?" he asked, curiously looking at the ball and trying to recall the memory of ever catching it, "It must be tough."
"Tough," she replied, thinking of her own experiences in the game, "But the utmost fun. Nothing beats being on the broom and chasing after the little sucker like your life depended on it." In the corner of her eye, she spotted a few brooms lying on the grass nearby. "Wanna fly a bit?"
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Chapter 13: And Once You
"Gin," Draco began, hesitant this time, "Can you tell me. . .what I was like before? You know. . .before the accident?"
"Before. . .the accident?" she stuttered, unsure of what to tell the pale boy before her who simply nodded in reply.
"Yes, before I lost my memory," he said, his tone pleading.
"He needs to know the truth," one part of her mind screamed, while the other reminded, "He was a complete asshole before. Do you want him to be one again?" She looked towards the vulnerable boy before her, as the image of a cruel Malfoy, with a sinister grin, crossed her mind. "Do really want that prat back into your life when you have him now?" the part of her mind asked once again.
"Gin? You there?"
Ginny snapped out of her thoughts as a hand gently landed on her shoulder. "Yeah. . .but Draco," she began, choosing her words carefully, "The thing is. . .well I won't lie. . .but before the 'accident', you weren't so very nice."
"Was I that mean to you? To everyone?" he asked, desperate now, "Did I make everyone's life miserable? Even yours?"
"Draco. . ." she said, trying to coax the boy, whose eyes were glistening with tears, "Draco. . .its okay, don't cry anymore." She began rubbing his back in a comforting pattern, "We all make mistakes, you know. And not everyone can be good and kind to everyone all the time."
"Yes. . ." he began, eyes averted to the ground, "But that still can't erase the fact that the green-eyed boy hates me."
Ginny internally cursed the moment the boy-who-lived opened his mouth and made a bigger mess of things. "I knew he was going to fuck it up somehow," she grumbled under her breath, as a million and one ways to murder the leader of the dream team danced in her head. "But that will have to wait," her evil part of the mind spoke, reminding the redhead that Draco was still talking to her.
"Gin. . .if I was that mean in the past. . ." he continued, eyes still avoiding hers, "Maybe I don't want to remember it. . .maybe I just want to stay like this."
"Shh, it's alright," she comforted, while wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, "With or without amnesia, you are still Draco Malfoy. And we are friends now, am I right?" She smiled when he gave her a slight nod in reply, "What matters is now. . .and even if you had all your memories and you were a complete prat, I'd still be your friend. You don't have to be a prat if you don't want to, just like you don't have to always be good."
"But, what about the boy. . ."
Ginny emitted a giggle, before poking Draco's side teasingly. "My gosh, you are just too cute like this," she spoke out, before blushing red at what she said. "Gin," she mentally berated herself, "This is NOT the time to be flirting with Draco!" Turning slightly serious in tone, she continued, "Don't worry about Harry. He isn't exactly Mr. Saint as well. Even I like to smack him a few times upside the head with a pan." Her smile grew wilder as Draco replied with a soft laugh.
"Thank you Ginny," he whispered, a small smile on his lips, "You're really good to me."
"It's because we're buds," she replied, as she sat up and pulled Draco to his feet, "And buds stick together. Now come on, I think Professor McGonagall's class is still going on. We have enough time to make a grand entrance and cause some terror."
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When Ginny and a reluctant Draco, turned the corner that led to the Gryffindor Head's classroom, a huge crowd of sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins greeted them. Ginny looked upon the sight with slight apprehension and confusion, wondering why the class was sitting outside, instead of in. Determined to find out what the hell was going on, Ginny tugged on Draco, motioning him to follow her into the crowd. Pushing one person to the next, Ginny finally caught sight of Alexia, who was currently battling it out with a blond haired Slytherin.
Walking right up to the arguing sixth years, she grabbed hold of Alexia, and proceeded to drag her away. "Sorry," she yelled back to the girl, who later she discovered to be the Slytherin's own slut, Pansy, "But I'm going to have to interrupt this little love fest." Ignoring the screams and whines from the girl, Ginny turned to Alexia, an eyebrow raised, "What the hell is going on here?"
Alexia looked at her as if she just grew a third eye, before realization hit her, and her look contorted to one of pure and utmost evil. "Oh but my dear, you just missed the main event," she spoke, her smirk wider than ever, "But I believe some of it is still going on."
"What the fuck?" was all Ginny could think, as she and Draco were pushed to the door of the Transfiguration classroom.
"Listen," the Gryffindor beater said, before fading away into the crowd of students, leaving a confused Ginny and Draco behind.
"What the?" he asked her, while placing his ears towards the door. She followed suit, and the sound of shouting reached her ears.
"Tell. . .Headmaster. . .disappointed," were most of the words she caught before the door swung open, revealing a very angry Professor and three frightened students. Not even caring about who was in her way, she proceeded to drag the three down the hallway, screaming things about utmost disrespect and million years of detention along the way. All the students just watched in complete surprise, before talking wildly about the most interesting Transfiguration class to ever occur since Neville accidentally turned his needle into a condom.
Ginny watched on as the 'Dream Team' disappeared around the corner, a smile on her lips. She turned to a shocked Draco, who was still trying to put two and two together. "My dear, that is what happens when you are too much of an ass for your own good."
"Are they going to be okay?" he asked, concerned for the students who were probably getting the verbal beating of their life. He mentally noted never to cross the line in Professor McGonagall's path. . .or else face her wrath of evil.
"Yea, yea," Ginny waved it off, knowing that her brother and friends could make it through like always. "I mean, if they could stand beating themselves up in Quidditch, what more a bunch of Professors?" Suddenly an idea clicked in her head. "That's it!"
"Um. . .what's it?" Draco questioned, a little fearful now.
"You'll see!" she spoke excitedly, before grabbing Draco's hand and dragging him away from the crowd of lingering sixth years, and down the corridor.
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"Now Draco, may I present to you. . ." she raised her voice for affect. While lifting up her arms in the air, "Hogwarts Official Quidditch Field!" Caught up in the moment of craziness, she proceeded to do a dance, pointing victory signs in the air.
Safe to say, Draco was scared for his life. "Quidditch?" he began once Ginny settled down from 'crazy' mode, "I remember a bit of it. . ."
His response definitely caught Ginny's attention, as she turned to face him. "Really, like what?"
"Well. . ." he began hesitantly, "I remember watching a game with people on brooms flying everywhere. And a little gold flying ball that someone had to catch."
"Like this?" she asked, producing a snitch behind her. He nodded, taking the little ball in his own hand and holding it with care. "That's called the snitch. A person called the Seeker has to catch it to end the game." She noticed Draco was listening intently, and continued, "Actually, on the Slytherin team, you're the Seeker. Been once since second year."
"Really?" he asked, curiously looking at the ball and trying to recall the memory of ever catching it, "It must be tough."
"Tough," she replied, thinking of her own experiences in the game, "But the utmost fun. Nothing beats being on the broom and chasing after the little sucker like your life depended on it." In the corner of her eye, she spotted a few brooms lying on the grass nearby. "Wanna fly a bit?"