(('Nother new chapter... if I keep this up I just might finish it! *dies*
Like that'll ever happen.... in the near future!! *alarmed* I mean, I WILL
finish it, just not prolly anytime soon.... anyway, I still need to develop
a plot... *plotting*.... Rrg..... Rrg is Grr backwards, didjya know? I'm a
very backwards person. Anyway... read it, you fools!))((I think I spelled
some things wrong... ah well))
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As they walked down to breakfast, Ginny thought of a way to tell Hermione. She had decided last night that she might as well fill her in, because even though she knew Herm wouldn't completely agree, she knew that she wouldn't totally reject the possibility. But the possibility of what? That she.... Liked Draco? She knew it was silly, thinking like that... but it brought a fierce blush to her face when she remembered that night in the Owlry.
((LOL, sorry, don't mean to sound as if Ginny's a tramp or something.... XD "That night in the Owlry"... XD Sorry. ANyway. Continue))
Ron and Harry walked in front of her, chatting about Quidditch - as usual. Hermione walked behind her, rummaging in her bag for something, seeming oblivious to anything else. Fred was on her left talking to Angelina about brooms - George on her right, discussing where they could find objects not listed on Filch's list with Lee Jordan. Ginny suddenly realized that they were surrounding her, in their own nonchalant way. Her good mood evaporated a little with the knowledge that she was still being watched, but she didn't plan to do anything that made them suspicious.
When they opened the doors to go in, all conversations lowered to a dull hum. Blushing, Ginny walked over to Gryffindor Table and sat down. Some of the people who were already there scooted away, causing her to look down and blush more. Harry and Hermione sat to both sides of her, with Ron across. Fred and George plopped themselves on either side of Ron, and busily started filling their plates.
The talk slowly resumed, but it wasn't about what it had been before. Ginny glanced up and immediately looked back down - everywhere there were people chattering excitedly and looking in her direction - some even got the nerve to point. Frustrated, Hermione turned to glare at a clump of Ravenclaw fourth-years, who stopped talking for a moment, then started whispering behind their hands and glaring at her back.
"Useless..." she muttered as she buttered her toast while casting dark glances around. Harry tried to keep up the cheerful attitude, but his face looked strained. Fred and George were happily ignoring everything that was going on, scarfing their breakfast. Ginny chanced a peek up - no one was looking. She turned her head ever so slightly until she could get a glimpse of the Slytherin Table. She wasn't at all surprised to see that Malfoy had managed to avoid the whole issue by not appearing at all. She sighed, remembering their last conversation.
'Look, Draco,' Ginny had said. She was sitting behind the curtains, pulling on clothes. 'I'm going to pretend like I believe all that crap you gave them, and then I'll just go with it. But....' she had faltered, not knowing how to put what she had to say next. ' I.... should we... maybe we can... meet some time' she said hesitantly. 'I don't know if I'll be able to get a letter to you through Owl Post, but.... I don't think I'll be able to sneak out, not without anyone noticing, at first...' Draco cut in. ' I can send an owl... no one dare stop me'. His arrogant voice was back, but somehow Ginny could somehow sense that it wasn't intended for her.
Then the nurse came in and ordered him back to sleep, while Ginny finished getting ready.
"Huh?" She noticed that she had two letters in her lap and a parcel in her eggs. Morning post had arrived without her realizing it. Ginny quickly retrieved the package and looked at the letters. One was from her mother - she found herself feeling slightly ill at the prospect of what might be inside - and the other was written in a narrow, precise hand she didn't recognize.
She finally picked up the package, which was addressed to her in plain handwriting, not distinguishable as anyone in particulars. She started to open it just as Hermione squealed.
"Look! Harry, Ron, Fred, George- Look!" she cried excitedly, waving a paper she had been reading in front of them. Ron snatched it and read it aloud, with the twins and Harry looking over his shoulders.
" 'Dearest Hermione,
We trust you're doing well in your studies. Your Uncle Felix is recovering well from his knee surgery...' "
"No, no!" Hermione interrupted. "The bottom! Look!"
"Oh... okay....
'.... We love you, dear.
Love,
Mom and Dad
PS - Your mother's pregnant!! ' "
"Congratulations, Hermione!" Harry laughed. Hermione beamed. Ginny stuck the parcel in her robes, thinking that she'd open it later by herself.
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Draco paced around in his dormitory after even Crabbe and Goyle left for breakfast. He couldn't stand going there and facing all those people.... his lip curled. Why was he so afraid? After all, he was Draco Malfoy; he could do as he pleased. Besides, it wouldn't take long for them to believe he had been making it up. He grinned with satisfaction. That should rile up some Gryffindors, at least.
He frowned suddenly. He had told Ginny he would write her, but now he was doubtful. What if the letter was intercepted? He could be made a laughingstock. Draco Malfoy, associating - no, worse, they'd say. *Dating* someone as low as a Weasley? A younger Weasley, even? He grimaced. How his father would react.... he had explained coolly in a letter home how it was a big misunderstanding, and that the Gryffindors were just striving for attention, but he doubt that'd hold up if more news reached his parents.
No, it'd be better to avoid all contact. He looked up at the clock and got a jolt. Potions started 10 minutes ago! He raced down to the dungeons and fed Snape a pitiful look and an excuse about how his injury was bothering him. He then took his seat and attempted to pay attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone watching him.
He turned to face Ron Weasley, who was openly glaring. Draco blinked, keeping his face emotionless. Ron kept turning redder and redder - it was actually quite amusing. He smirked, but Harry saw the trouble just in time and pulled Ron back down into his seat. Ron was muttering angry things to Harry, and Hermione looked nervously between Draco and them. Draco snapped his eyes in an icy glare at Hermione, who looked at him then back down at her parchment.
He turned back around in his seat and finished the lesson, resisting the urge to turn around and taunt Ron. When the end of the class came, he was walking out when he noticed Ron was waiting at the end of the hall. He pointed this out to Crabbe and Goyle, who started snickering. He walked lazily up to the red-eared Ron and smiled sweetly. "Something you need, Weasley?"
Ron glared. "I need to talk to you... *alone*, Malfoy" Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward, flexing their arms. Draco sighed. "You may as well go, Crabbe, Goyle. There's not much he can do to me that I'd need protection against." They started laughing once again, with Ron growing even redder. The two of them finally left, and Draco leaned against a wall, looking relaxed. "Well?"
Ron's mouth twitched. He looked as though he was suppressing a very large deal of anger. He found this even more funny, so he smiled. "Well, go on, spit it out. It wouldn't have anything to do with that fuzz-brain sister of yours, would it? Because I told Potter -" he broke off as Ron lunged at him. He ducked and moved to the side quickly, but Ron flew at him again. This time he was ready, and he put his leg out, hitting Ron in the knees and causing him to fall onto the floor.
"Well, if that's all you had to say...." Draco started walking away.
"Wait."
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((Gah. Sorry. That was kind of short. And I don't really like the way it ends, but I didn't want to make it longer than it already was. BTW, a couple notes - I don't know why Hermmie's parents are using Owl Post, but they are, okay? Uhm, and, Harry and them are in their 6th year - Ginny's in her 5th. So technically, Fred 'n George aren't at school anymore, but... uhm... *thinks* They were held back because they did bad on their... N.E.W.T.s. Is that a good reason? *shrugs* I dunno. ANyway)) *~Squee!~*
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As they walked down to breakfast, Ginny thought of a way to tell Hermione. She had decided last night that she might as well fill her in, because even though she knew Herm wouldn't completely agree, she knew that she wouldn't totally reject the possibility. But the possibility of what? That she.... Liked Draco? She knew it was silly, thinking like that... but it brought a fierce blush to her face when she remembered that night in the Owlry.
((LOL, sorry, don't mean to sound as if Ginny's a tramp or something.... XD "That night in the Owlry"... XD Sorry. ANyway. Continue))
Ron and Harry walked in front of her, chatting about Quidditch - as usual. Hermione walked behind her, rummaging in her bag for something, seeming oblivious to anything else. Fred was on her left talking to Angelina about brooms - George on her right, discussing where they could find objects not listed on Filch's list with Lee Jordan. Ginny suddenly realized that they were surrounding her, in their own nonchalant way. Her good mood evaporated a little with the knowledge that she was still being watched, but she didn't plan to do anything that made them suspicious.
When they opened the doors to go in, all conversations lowered to a dull hum. Blushing, Ginny walked over to Gryffindor Table and sat down. Some of the people who were already there scooted away, causing her to look down and blush more. Harry and Hermione sat to both sides of her, with Ron across. Fred and George plopped themselves on either side of Ron, and busily started filling their plates.
The talk slowly resumed, but it wasn't about what it had been before. Ginny glanced up and immediately looked back down - everywhere there were people chattering excitedly and looking in her direction - some even got the nerve to point. Frustrated, Hermione turned to glare at a clump of Ravenclaw fourth-years, who stopped talking for a moment, then started whispering behind their hands and glaring at her back.
"Useless..." she muttered as she buttered her toast while casting dark glances around. Harry tried to keep up the cheerful attitude, but his face looked strained. Fred and George were happily ignoring everything that was going on, scarfing their breakfast. Ginny chanced a peek up - no one was looking. She turned her head ever so slightly until she could get a glimpse of the Slytherin Table. She wasn't at all surprised to see that Malfoy had managed to avoid the whole issue by not appearing at all. She sighed, remembering their last conversation.
'Look, Draco,' Ginny had said. She was sitting behind the curtains, pulling on clothes. 'I'm going to pretend like I believe all that crap you gave them, and then I'll just go with it. But....' she had faltered, not knowing how to put what she had to say next. ' I.... should we... maybe we can... meet some time' she said hesitantly. 'I don't know if I'll be able to get a letter to you through Owl Post, but.... I don't think I'll be able to sneak out, not without anyone noticing, at first...' Draco cut in. ' I can send an owl... no one dare stop me'. His arrogant voice was back, but somehow Ginny could somehow sense that it wasn't intended for her.
Then the nurse came in and ordered him back to sleep, while Ginny finished getting ready.
"Huh?" She noticed that she had two letters in her lap and a parcel in her eggs. Morning post had arrived without her realizing it. Ginny quickly retrieved the package and looked at the letters. One was from her mother - she found herself feeling slightly ill at the prospect of what might be inside - and the other was written in a narrow, precise hand she didn't recognize.
She finally picked up the package, which was addressed to her in plain handwriting, not distinguishable as anyone in particulars. She started to open it just as Hermione squealed.
"Look! Harry, Ron, Fred, George- Look!" she cried excitedly, waving a paper she had been reading in front of them. Ron snatched it and read it aloud, with the twins and Harry looking over his shoulders.
" 'Dearest Hermione,
We trust you're doing well in your studies. Your Uncle Felix is recovering well from his knee surgery...' "
"No, no!" Hermione interrupted. "The bottom! Look!"
"Oh... okay....
'.... We love you, dear.
Love,
Mom and Dad
PS - Your mother's pregnant!! ' "
"Congratulations, Hermione!" Harry laughed. Hermione beamed. Ginny stuck the parcel in her robes, thinking that she'd open it later by herself.
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Draco paced around in his dormitory after even Crabbe and Goyle left for breakfast. He couldn't stand going there and facing all those people.... his lip curled. Why was he so afraid? After all, he was Draco Malfoy; he could do as he pleased. Besides, it wouldn't take long for them to believe he had been making it up. He grinned with satisfaction. That should rile up some Gryffindors, at least.
He frowned suddenly. He had told Ginny he would write her, but now he was doubtful. What if the letter was intercepted? He could be made a laughingstock. Draco Malfoy, associating - no, worse, they'd say. *Dating* someone as low as a Weasley? A younger Weasley, even? He grimaced. How his father would react.... he had explained coolly in a letter home how it was a big misunderstanding, and that the Gryffindors were just striving for attention, but he doubt that'd hold up if more news reached his parents.
No, it'd be better to avoid all contact. He looked up at the clock and got a jolt. Potions started 10 minutes ago! He raced down to the dungeons and fed Snape a pitiful look and an excuse about how his injury was bothering him. He then took his seat and attempted to pay attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone watching him.
He turned to face Ron Weasley, who was openly glaring. Draco blinked, keeping his face emotionless. Ron kept turning redder and redder - it was actually quite amusing. He smirked, but Harry saw the trouble just in time and pulled Ron back down into his seat. Ron was muttering angry things to Harry, and Hermione looked nervously between Draco and them. Draco snapped his eyes in an icy glare at Hermione, who looked at him then back down at her parchment.
He turned back around in his seat and finished the lesson, resisting the urge to turn around and taunt Ron. When the end of the class came, he was walking out when he noticed Ron was waiting at the end of the hall. He pointed this out to Crabbe and Goyle, who started snickering. He walked lazily up to the red-eared Ron and smiled sweetly. "Something you need, Weasley?"
Ron glared. "I need to talk to you... *alone*, Malfoy" Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward, flexing their arms. Draco sighed. "You may as well go, Crabbe, Goyle. There's not much he can do to me that I'd need protection against." They started laughing once again, with Ron growing even redder. The two of them finally left, and Draco leaned against a wall, looking relaxed. "Well?"
Ron's mouth twitched. He looked as though he was suppressing a very large deal of anger. He found this even more funny, so he smiled. "Well, go on, spit it out. It wouldn't have anything to do with that fuzz-brain sister of yours, would it? Because I told Potter -" he broke off as Ron lunged at him. He ducked and moved to the side quickly, but Ron flew at him again. This time he was ready, and he put his leg out, hitting Ron in the knees and causing him to fall onto the floor.
"Well, if that's all you had to say...." Draco started walking away.
"Wait."
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((Gah. Sorry. That was kind of short. And I don't really like the way it ends, but I didn't want to make it longer than it already was. BTW, a couple notes - I don't know why Hermmie's parents are using Owl Post, but they are, okay? Uhm, and, Harry and them are in their 6th year - Ginny's in her 5th. So technically, Fred 'n George aren't at school anymore, but... uhm... *thinks* They were held back because they did bad on their... N.E.W.T.s. Is that a good reason? *shrugs* I dunno. ANyway)) *~Squee!~*