A/N: I will not even comment on how long it took to get this up. And I ask
you not to either.
P.s. Thanks to each and every one of the reviewers. You guys totally rock, and really make me feel awesome when I feel crummy.
Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? We all know I'm not brilliant enough to be J.K. Rowling.
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Ginny leaned against the wall and gradually sank down till she was crying into her knees. She couldn't believe how awful this all was. It was so horrible. Hermione was like her sister. She was her sister, now. Damn Harry. damn him to hell!
A hand on her shoulder interrupted her inner musings on what a pathetic waste of skin Harry was. She looked up into her boyfriend's cool gray eyes.
"Ginny, how are you doing?" Draco asked softly.
"How could he do this to her?" Ginny said, with a sob, as she through herself into Draco's arms. He rubbed her back comfortingly. He was hopping mad at a certain Green-Eyed Monster, so to speak. Not only for making his beloved Ginny cry, but also for hurting Hermione.
His father had always been pushing him to be evil, all through his childhood. IF Voldemort had not been killed, He would have been forced to marry Pansy and not the women he loved, become a Death Eater and not writer, and be forced to live an evil life torturing or being tortured throughout his days. He announced before Old Moldy-wart fell that he wanted to be good, but he wasn't met with any sort of acceptance by anyone. Well, maybe not anyone. Hermione and Ginny were the first people to warm up to him when he said he wanted to be good. Eventually people followed their example, but he never forgot that they unquestioningly stood by him. He loved those two: One like a sister, one a little more.
He didn't allow himself to cry for Hermione, although he really wanted, too. He had to be strong for Ginny. The last thing she needed was for him to break down.
"Listen Gin, don't worry. I'll get him. And I'm sure me and your brothers can think of a few ways to repay him for what he did. Have no fear, my little pixie."
Ginny snapped her head up. The hurt and pain in her eyes made Draco furious. If not for anything else, Harry would pay for making Ginny hurt. But there was something else in her eyes. A fire swirled in them like nothing he had ever seen before.
"No." Draco was taken aback.
"No, luv? What do you mean, no? You can't possibly mean Don't-Hurt-Him No?" She gave him a smile that chilled him right to the very core of his bones, and then made his body light on fire. He wondered if she knew how sexy she was.
"No, I mean Don't-Think-I'm-Letting-You-Boys-Have-All-The-Fun No."
"Listen, Ginny," he whispered in her ear. "I know now's not the time, but you're really really sexy when you do the whole evil grin bit. If you only knew what it did to me." She grinned and leaned to whisper in his ear.
"One: You're right, now's not the time. And Two: Why else do you think I do it." He smirked at her. Gods above, he loved her.
"Now Draco, luv, do you have any ideas on how we can pay our dear Mr. Potter back?" "I think I just might." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ron was sitting in the hospital room, holding Hermione's hand and thinking of ways that he could torture Harry with him being alive as long as possible, when Ginny and Draco came in. They were hand-in-hand and looking disheveled and a little evil. Oh god, he rolled his eyes. They had been snogging again. Why his baby sister had to pick a Malfoy, he had no idea. Well, he thought, at least she didn't go for Harry.
"Look Ron, before you go and start making the Stop-Snogging-Malfoy-I'm-the- Big-Brother Crap, let me talk." What was she doing, he never did that. Well almost never. Well, actually, maybe never never. but hey, it was his job.
"Alright, I'll listen to you, you necrophiliac." Ron smirked, and Ginny blinked. "Do you even know what that means, Weasel?" Draco asked with an amused smirk on his face. "I have a pretty good idea what it means, Ferret-Boy." Ron said, with a superior look on his face. "It means that you think Ginny likes to have intercourse with corpses." Ron's eyes went wide. He sputtered and looked at Ginny. She nodded. "Ugh, sorry Gin. Um, proceed with your plan," he said, a lovely shade of crimson.
"Well," and Ginny whispered the plan to him, gesturing animatedly. When she finished, he looked at her as if she belonged in the hospital as well.
"Absou-friggin-lutely NOT. That would be an EMPHATIC NO. How could you even think of doing that?" "Because I want to get Harry back almost as much as you do. She's like my sister, Ron." She turned her tear-filled eyes on him. "I second that motion." Draco said, immediately putting his arms around her. Ron thought about it for a moment. "Fine. But you will have every tracking spell known to wizard-kind on you, and Draco and I will be linked to you. And you will not, I repeat, not be defenseless. Better crack the books, girlie. You need to be prepared for anything." Ginny nodded, kissed Hermione's forehead, and left with Draco. Ron watched her leave admiringly. He had the wicked-est sister in the world.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Fred and George were staring into the fire at The Burrow. Molly was weeping in the kitchen, were she was brewing wassail or something, and baking various items. Bill, Charlie, and Percy were discussing (see: screaming at each other) the best tactics to trap Harry and inflict as much pain as possible. Fred noticed Percy had a lot of torture ideas that might not be legal even. He was both impressed and scared shitless at the same time.
Fred went back to staring into the flames. He stared, and stared, and stared, and when the flames suddenly turned green, he flew off the couch. He stood up, rubbing his elbow, wincing, and noticed that George was massaging his knee.
Draco and Ginny fell out of the fire, and rolled around on the floor together, coughing and sputtering.
Fred saw the opportunity and seized it.
"Why don't you two get a friggin' room? Honestly!" Two voices rang out. "Hey! Stop it! Knock it off! You first! No you!"
"Children!" Ginny said, exasperated. "Forgive me, we didn't have enough Floo on us."
"Yeah, that. and you wanted an excuse to be pressed up on Draco and roll around on the floor with him." A pot was dropped in the kitchen and Molly came into the room, mouth hanging open. Soon, seven pairs of eyes were on Percy.
"What? I can make a joke, too! You should hear this great one on cauldron bottoms I heard at work the other day!" Percy grinned at the rest of the Weasley kin and Malfoy.
"Well, if you all are quite finished," Ginny started out, haughtily. "I had a plan on how to get Harry back." Instantaneously, all attention was transferred to her. She progressed to explain the plan her and Draco made, with him jumping in from time to time.
". And I already cleared it with Ron, with a few stipulations." Everyone stared at her with shock in his or her eyes. There was silence for a moment. And then chaos ensued.
"Are you completely mad, or is it just me?" "You're barking mad, and no Gred, its not just you." "You most certainly will not, young lady!" "Wicked, I always knew you had it in you."% "Brilliant, little sis. I always knew you had it in you."$ "Marvelous, I always knew you had it in you."@
Ginny smiled at Bill%, Charlie$, and Percy@. "Thanks, guys! Now, regardless of what you three say," she said, pointing at her mother and the twins. "I'm going to do this. Hermione was like the sister I never had, and I'm not just gonna sit idly by and twiddle my thumbs while he goes unpunished! And, contrary to popular belief, I'm not mad. I'm perfectly sane and clear-minded."
Fred and George tried to look innocent. "Now listen to me, all of you. I'm going to do this. I care enough about Hermione and Ron to want this with all my heart. I will accept help, but I get the pleasure of capturing the beast."
Molly twisted her hands in her lap. "I just don't know, Ginger. It makes me really scared. What if something happens?"
"Well," Ginny smiled into Draco's eyes and put her hands on his shoulders. "I'll be connected to Draco and Ron, and I know neither of them will let me get hurt." "Your damn right I won't." Draco said, then leaned down and kissed her.
"Ugh, now that's something I don't need to see, Forge." "I know, Gred. Oh look, I think she swallowed his tongue." "Isn't it cute?"
"Now boys." Said Molly, as she swatted at them with an oven mitten. She looked up and smiled at her little girl. She certainly turned the frog into a Prince Charming.
They broke apart, and Draco licked his lips.
"Ah. Vanilla."
A/N: okay, more angst later. I'm listening to a Kazaa Play list right now, so you can pry tell what kinda songs I'm listening to as I right. Not angsty ones. Yeah, so not as angst-y, but I'm just happier right now. Sorry. : P oh, and sorry if it was major suck-age, but if I'm to fix it, you have to tell me what to fix! (A.k.a. REVIEW!!)
P.s. Thanks to each and every one of the reviewers. You guys totally rock, and really make me feel awesome when I feel crummy.
Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? We all know I'm not brilliant enough to be J.K. Rowling.
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Ginny leaned against the wall and gradually sank down till she was crying into her knees. She couldn't believe how awful this all was. It was so horrible. Hermione was like her sister. She was her sister, now. Damn Harry. damn him to hell!
A hand on her shoulder interrupted her inner musings on what a pathetic waste of skin Harry was. She looked up into her boyfriend's cool gray eyes.
"Ginny, how are you doing?" Draco asked softly.
"How could he do this to her?" Ginny said, with a sob, as she through herself into Draco's arms. He rubbed her back comfortingly. He was hopping mad at a certain Green-Eyed Monster, so to speak. Not only for making his beloved Ginny cry, but also for hurting Hermione.
His father had always been pushing him to be evil, all through his childhood. IF Voldemort had not been killed, He would have been forced to marry Pansy and not the women he loved, become a Death Eater and not writer, and be forced to live an evil life torturing or being tortured throughout his days. He announced before Old Moldy-wart fell that he wanted to be good, but he wasn't met with any sort of acceptance by anyone. Well, maybe not anyone. Hermione and Ginny were the first people to warm up to him when he said he wanted to be good. Eventually people followed their example, but he never forgot that they unquestioningly stood by him. He loved those two: One like a sister, one a little more.
He didn't allow himself to cry for Hermione, although he really wanted, too. He had to be strong for Ginny. The last thing she needed was for him to break down.
"Listen Gin, don't worry. I'll get him. And I'm sure me and your brothers can think of a few ways to repay him for what he did. Have no fear, my little pixie."
Ginny snapped her head up. The hurt and pain in her eyes made Draco furious. If not for anything else, Harry would pay for making Ginny hurt. But there was something else in her eyes. A fire swirled in them like nothing he had ever seen before.
"No." Draco was taken aback.
"No, luv? What do you mean, no? You can't possibly mean Don't-Hurt-Him No?" She gave him a smile that chilled him right to the very core of his bones, and then made his body light on fire. He wondered if she knew how sexy she was.
"No, I mean Don't-Think-I'm-Letting-You-Boys-Have-All-The-Fun No."
"Listen, Ginny," he whispered in her ear. "I know now's not the time, but you're really really sexy when you do the whole evil grin bit. If you only knew what it did to me." She grinned and leaned to whisper in his ear.
"One: You're right, now's not the time. And Two: Why else do you think I do it." He smirked at her. Gods above, he loved her.
"Now Draco, luv, do you have any ideas on how we can pay our dear Mr. Potter back?" "I think I just might." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ron was sitting in the hospital room, holding Hermione's hand and thinking of ways that he could torture Harry with him being alive as long as possible, when Ginny and Draco came in. They were hand-in-hand and looking disheveled and a little evil. Oh god, he rolled his eyes. They had been snogging again. Why his baby sister had to pick a Malfoy, he had no idea. Well, he thought, at least she didn't go for Harry.
"Look Ron, before you go and start making the Stop-Snogging-Malfoy-I'm-the- Big-Brother Crap, let me talk." What was she doing, he never did that. Well almost never. Well, actually, maybe never never. but hey, it was his job.
"Alright, I'll listen to you, you necrophiliac." Ron smirked, and Ginny blinked. "Do you even know what that means, Weasel?" Draco asked with an amused smirk on his face. "I have a pretty good idea what it means, Ferret-Boy." Ron said, with a superior look on his face. "It means that you think Ginny likes to have intercourse with corpses." Ron's eyes went wide. He sputtered and looked at Ginny. She nodded. "Ugh, sorry Gin. Um, proceed with your plan," he said, a lovely shade of crimson.
"Well," and Ginny whispered the plan to him, gesturing animatedly. When she finished, he looked at her as if she belonged in the hospital as well.
"Absou-friggin-lutely NOT. That would be an EMPHATIC NO. How could you even think of doing that?" "Because I want to get Harry back almost as much as you do. She's like my sister, Ron." She turned her tear-filled eyes on him. "I second that motion." Draco said, immediately putting his arms around her. Ron thought about it for a moment. "Fine. But you will have every tracking spell known to wizard-kind on you, and Draco and I will be linked to you. And you will not, I repeat, not be defenseless. Better crack the books, girlie. You need to be prepared for anything." Ginny nodded, kissed Hermione's forehead, and left with Draco. Ron watched her leave admiringly. He had the wicked-est sister in the world.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Fred and George were staring into the fire at The Burrow. Molly was weeping in the kitchen, were she was brewing wassail or something, and baking various items. Bill, Charlie, and Percy were discussing (see: screaming at each other) the best tactics to trap Harry and inflict as much pain as possible. Fred noticed Percy had a lot of torture ideas that might not be legal even. He was both impressed and scared shitless at the same time.
Fred went back to staring into the flames. He stared, and stared, and stared, and when the flames suddenly turned green, he flew off the couch. He stood up, rubbing his elbow, wincing, and noticed that George was massaging his knee.
Draco and Ginny fell out of the fire, and rolled around on the floor together, coughing and sputtering.
Fred saw the opportunity and seized it.
"Why don't you two get a friggin' room? Honestly!" Two voices rang out. "Hey! Stop it! Knock it off! You first! No you!"
"Children!" Ginny said, exasperated. "Forgive me, we didn't have enough Floo on us."
"Yeah, that. and you wanted an excuse to be pressed up on Draco and roll around on the floor with him." A pot was dropped in the kitchen and Molly came into the room, mouth hanging open. Soon, seven pairs of eyes were on Percy.
"What? I can make a joke, too! You should hear this great one on cauldron bottoms I heard at work the other day!" Percy grinned at the rest of the Weasley kin and Malfoy.
"Well, if you all are quite finished," Ginny started out, haughtily. "I had a plan on how to get Harry back." Instantaneously, all attention was transferred to her. She progressed to explain the plan her and Draco made, with him jumping in from time to time.
". And I already cleared it with Ron, with a few stipulations." Everyone stared at her with shock in his or her eyes. There was silence for a moment. And then chaos ensued.
"Are you completely mad, or is it just me?" "You're barking mad, and no Gred, its not just you." "You most certainly will not, young lady!" "Wicked, I always knew you had it in you."% "Brilliant, little sis. I always knew you had it in you."$ "Marvelous, I always knew you had it in you."@
Ginny smiled at Bill%, Charlie$, and Percy@. "Thanks, guys! Now, regardless of what you three say," she said, pointing at her mother and the twins. "I'm going to do this. Hermione was like the sister I never had, and I'm not just gonna sit idly by and twiddle my thumbs while he goes unpunished! And, contrary to popular belief, I'm not mad. I'm perfectly sane and clear-minded."
Fred and George tried to look innocent. "Now listen to me, all of you. I'm going to do this. I care enough about Hermione and Ron to want this with all my heart. I will accept help, but I get the pleasure of capturing the beast."
Molly twisted her hands in her lap. "I just don't know, Ginger. It makes me really scared. What if something happens?"
"Well," Ginny smiled into Draco's eyes and put her hands on his shoulders. "I'll be connected to Draco and Ron, and I know neither of them will let me get hurt." "Your damn right I won't." Draco said, then leaned down and kissed her.
"Ugh, now that's something I don't need to see, Forge." "I know, Gred. Oh look, I think she swallowed his tongue." "Isn't it cute?"
"Now boys." Said Molly, as she swatted at them with an oven mitten. She looked up and smiled at her little girl. She certainly turned the frog into a Prince Charming.
They broke apart, and Draco licked his lips.
"Ah. Vanilla."
A/N: okay, more angst later. I'm listening to a Kazaa Play list right now, so you can pry tell what kinda songs I'm listening to as I right. Not angsty ones. Yeah, so not as angst-y, but I'm just happier right now. Sorry. : P oh, and sorry if it was major suck-age, but if I'm to fix it, you have to tell me what to fix! (A.k.a. REVIEW!!)