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Just to clear things up: A.) I know Harry is OoC, and so is Draco. BUUuuut... it's a fic, and it's MY fic... so this is how I want it. B.) Ginny/Draco is NOT "EWWW!"-Worthy!! C.) I know, I know... I suck at updating... thank you very, very much for not telling me anymore. This happening tends to make me wanna not update.
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Disclaimer: STILL own nothing...
Chapter Five:
Ginny and Draco fell through the fireplace at The Shrieking Cat, and immediately stood up and looked around. The Shrieking Cat was a relatively new attraction in Hogsmeade. However, it didn't draw to many customers. The Cat was a shady pub on the outskirts of the small wizarding village, and had a reputation it's rather unseemly patrons. If there was a fugitive on the loose, chances are you could go to the Cat and have a drink next to said miscreant; if, that is, you were brave enough to endure the leering of the other clientele to get to the bar. Not many girls were brave (or stupid) enough to go to The Shrieking Cat for this reason, and many boys refused to set foot in the establishment for this reason as well. But there Ginny was, in one of the shiftiest pubs this side of Knockturn Alley, in barely-there clothes.
Maybe, Ginny thought, this wasn't the best idea...
She looked up at Draco and wished that he could just hold her and make all of this go away. He looked at her, and seemed to know that that was what she wanted, because she was wrapped in his (feminine) arms. He murmured comforting words into her ear and held her as she collected herself for the task at hand. When she felt like she could face it, she let out a deep breath, looked Draco in the eye, and nodded.
Draco shook out his hair, and she rolled her shoulders; simple things to help them 'get into character'.
She smiled at Draco, and he smirked back.
With that, they sashayed into the bar.
As luck would have it, Harry was in fact there, and sitting at a booth facing them, though he didn't look up from his drink.
Ginny let a smile slowly spread a cross her face, lips curving wickedly.
She was ready.
Hermione wrapped her arms around herself and stared out the window. She was still in her room at St. Mungo's, but was being released today. Her mum and dad were... somewhere. She wasn't too sure where they were.
She wasn't too sure about anything anymore.
Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued to look out the window.
"Oh, stop this", Hermione whispered to herself, brushing away the tears. After all, there was nothing she could have done. She struggled, she hadn't just let it happen, but she just wasn't as strong as HhhasdfalsjfpsdjHarry. Plus, it was completely unexpected. She may have been one of the first to realize that Harry was... well, let's just say, 'not quite himself', but she never knew he had that much darkness in him. Her body filled with rage at the horrible unfairness of it all. Was it too bloody much to ask for one day of happiness? After all the darkness she went through in her school years, after all the obstacles she and Ron had to go through to even admit to themselves that they liked each other, after everything was said and done, she thought that she at least deserved one day of happiness.
Apparently, she was wrong.
Apparently, she was undeserving of such a gift. Perhaps, she was being punished for something. Perhaps...
Perhaps it wasn't healthy to be mulling over all the 'what-ifs' and 'perhaps'.
A slight knock on the door interrupted Hermione's brooding.
"Honey," said Lauren Granger, cautiously peeking into the room, not knowing whether to act like things were normal or walk on eggshells. She opted for a little of each, doing normal things with a softer voice and tried not to shed to many tears. Hermione could tell her mom was trying to be strong for her, but she could also see the tears well in her mum's eyes every time she looked at her daughter.
"Hallo mum. Are we ready to go," Hermione asked, as if they were browsing at store and were simply ready to return home, not that they were checking out of the foremost wizarding hospital after she had been raped by her best friend and...
Hermione gritted her teeth and tried to keep the tears from forming. She turned back to the window so that her mom wouldn't see those damn tears that had insisted on forming. She bit down on her tongue and tried to keep calm. When she had composed herself she turned back to her mother, who was watching her with one of the saddest expressions she had ever seen. It broke Hermione's heart in two, and she tried not to look her mum in the eyes as she walked out the door of her room and was lead to the Floo exit.
Ron's eyes were glued to the wall. He just sat there, staring, though not really seeing. It wasn't really anything important to be watching anyway, and he needed time to think. He didn't think he had had a spare moment to himself to think since... the incident. If he remembered correctly, his Hermione would be getting out of the hospital today... He smiled. He just wanted two things: to make Harry hurt, badly, and hold his 'Mione in his arms; and right now, he wanted the latter more than the former. Not that he didn't want Harry hurt, quite the opposite, it's just that he and Hermione had had less than a half hour alone after the whole thing had happened. It's not like he wanted sex, he just wanted to be near her, to be able to hold her. Just to touch her... Gods he missed her. He glanced up on to the wall and saw him, the monster, the devil himself.
Harry.
He burst out of his chair and had to be sedated by the twins. He sat glaring at the wall for a while before he was relaxed.
It was actually rather foolish to think he could do something. He was after all, miles upon miles away. No, best to just be calm, cool, and collected until Ginny was done. He smiled. He couldn't believe his own little sister had thought of something this clever. Not to say she wasn't brilliant, but this was decidedly wicked, with a dash of evil splashed in.
Naturally he loved it.
Just to clear things up: A.) I know Harry is OoC, and so is Draco. BUUuuut... it's a fic, and it's MY fic... so this is how I want it. B.) Ginny/Draco is NOT "EWWW!"-Worthy!! C.) I know, I know... I suck at updating... thank you very, very much for not telling me anymore. This happening tends to make me wanna not update.
That's all!! ( Enjoy!
Disclaimer: STILL own nothing...
Chapter Five:
Ginny and Draco fell through the fireplace at The Shrieking Cat, and immediately stood up and looked around. The Shrieking Cat was a relatively new attraction in Hogsmeade. However, it didn't draw to many customers. The Cat was a shady pub on the outskirts of the small wizarding village, and had a reputation it's rather unseemly patrons. If there was a fugitive on the loose, chances are you could go to the Cat and have a drink next to said miscreant; if, that is, you were brave enough to endure the leering of the other clientele to get to the bar. Not many girls were brave (or stupid) enough to go to The Shrieking Cat for this reason, and many boys refused to set foot in the establishment for this reason as well. But there Ginny was, in one of the shiftiest pubs this side of Knockturn Alley, in barely-there clothes.
Maybe, Ginny thought, this wasn't the best idea...
She looked up at Draco and wished that he could just hold her and make all of this go away. He looked at her, and seemed to know that that was what she wanted, because she was wrapped in his (feminine) arms. He murmured comforting words into her ear and held her as she collected herself for the task at hand. When she felt like she could face it, she let out a deep breath, looked Draco in the eye, and nodded.
Draco shook out his hair, and she rolled her shoulders; simple things to help them 'get into character'.
She smiled at Draco, and he smirked back.
With that, they sashayed into the bar.
As luck would have it, Harry was in fact there, and sitting at a booth facing them, though he didn't look up from his drink.
Ginny let a smile slowly spread a cross her face, lips curving wickedly.
She was ready.
Hermione wrapped her arms around herself and stared out the window. She was still in her room at St. Mungo's, but was being released today. Her mum and dad were... somewhere. She wasn't too sure where they were.
She wasn't too sure about anything anymore.
Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued to look out the window.
"Oh, stop this", Hermione whispered to herself, brushing away the tears. After all, there was nothing she could have done. She struggled, she hadn't just let it happen, but she just wasn't as strong as HhhasdfalsjfpsdjHarry. Plus, it was completely unexpected. She may have been one of the first to realize that Harry was... well, let's just say, 'not quite himself', but she never knew he had that much darkness in him. Her body filled with rage at the horrible unfairness of it all. Was it too bloody much to ask for one day of happiness? After all the darkness she went through in her school years, after all the obstacles she and Ron had to go through to even admit to themselves that they liked each other, after everything was said and done, she thought that she at least deserved one day of happiness.
Apparently, she was wrong.
Apparently, she was undeserving of such a gift. Perhaps, she was being punished for something. Perhaps...
Perhaps it wasn't healthy to be mulling over all the 'what-ifs' and 'perhaps'.
A slight knock on the door interrupted Hermione's brooding.
"Honey," said Lauren Granger, cautiously peeking into the room, not knowing whether to act like things were normal or walk on eggshells. She opted for a little of each, doing normal things with a softer voice and tried not to shed to many tears. Hermione could tell her mom was trying to be strong for her, but she could also see the tears well in her mum's eyes every time she looked at her daughter.
"Hallo mum. Are we ready to go," Hermione asked, as if they were browsing at store and were simply ready to return home, not that they were checking out of the foremost wizarding hospital after she had been raped by her best friend and...
Hermione gritted her teeth and tried to keep the tears from forming. She turned back to the window so that her mom wouldn't see those damn tears that had insisted on forming. She bit down on her tongue and tried to keep calm. When she had composed herself she turned back to her mother, who was watching her with one of the saddest expressions she had ever seen. It broke Hermione's heart in two, and she tried not to look her mum in the eyes as she walked out the door of her room and was lead to the Floo exit.
Ron's eyes were glued to the wall. He just sat there, staring, though not really seeing. It wasn't really anything important to be watching anyway, and he needed time to think. He didn't think he had had a spare moment to himself to think since... the incident. If he remembered correctly, his Hermione would be getting out of the hospital today... He smiled. He just wanted two things: to make Harry hurt, badly, and hold his 'Mione in his arms; and right now, he wanted the latter more than the former. Not that he didn't want Harry hurt, quite the opposite, it's just that he and Hermione had had less than a half hour alone after the whole thing had happened. It's not like he wanted sex, he just wanted to be near her, to be able to hold her. Just to touch her... Gods he missed her. He glanced up on to the wall and saw him, the monster, the devil himself.
Harry.
He burst out of his chair and had to be sedated by the twins. He sat glaring at the wall for a while before he was relaxed.
It was actually rather foolish to think he could do something. He was after all, miles upon miles away. No, best to just be calm, cool, and collected until Ginny was done. He smiled. He couldn't believe his own little sister had thought of something this clever. Not to say she wasn't brilliant, but this was decidedly wicked, with a dash of evil splashed in.
Naturally he loved it.