Chapter 6
After Draco's first ever swirly, that – though he may never admit it – has left him somewhat scarred, Draco decided that he would clean the bathroom; she, the kitchen, and they divided up the chores of the living room. By Monday they found out most of each others bad habits, which annoyed each of them to no end. Draco cracked his knuckles, neck, back, toes, wrists, shoulders, and just about every other popable body parts, loudly; moaned in his sleep, loudly; absolutely had to be the first to read the paper, and found it necessary to keep the apartment at exactly 72 degrees, always. Ginny belched, barefaced; cried unreserved for soaps on the tele, which Blaise convinced him to get, now he was hooked; she was terribly messy; and Draco lost count of how many times a Weasley has popped in and out of his home in the four days she had been there.
Now, it's Wednesday, and things, needless to say haven't gotten better. It's nine in the evening and Ginny is sitting in the armchair legs crossed reading The Quibbler. Draco who had locked himself in his room for a third of the day finally comes out. Into the kitchen he foes for a snack and continues to the living room to watch his favorite show that comes on every Wednesday, Carousels in Havana.
"Do you mind turning that down a bit?" a tinge of impatience in Ginny's voice.
"Yes." Draco looks at her looking at him from over her magazine. "You read that dribble?" he asks amazed that anyone sane or not would read it and annoyed, just because.
"Yes." Ginny say lifts her chin defiantly. She has no defense and she knows it. She only reads it when there's nothing better to do, and it is rather entertaining to read some of the crazy things they come up with in it.
"When I thought your IQ couldn't possibly be any lower." Draco shakes his head.
"You're one to talk. Look at what you're watching." Ginny points to the screen. "What is that anyway? Are those horses speaking to each other in Spanish?"
"Yes."
"But the people are speaking in English?"
"Yes. But at least I know exactly what the horses are saying."
"Yeah, cause it's subtitled."
"Doesn't mean anything, I don't need the subtitles."
"Okay," she says covering the subtitles with her magazine, "what did the horse just say?" Draco hesitates. "They're having turkey for lunch." She reveals what the subtitle reads, 'What are we going to do for food?' "Well, I got the general idea." Ginny snorts.
"Yeah, okay. Close guess, but not quite on target."
"So I'm a bit rusty." He refuses to admit that he never knew Spanish to begin with, but she can see that.
"At least I know how to clean up after myself."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"What do you think it's supposed to mean? You leave everything lying around. Your candy wrappers, your little sculpting thingies, you have four different color socks on the living room floor, which I am not about pick up!"
"What about you? Do you know I can hear you bloody moaning at three o'clock in the morning! I've lost sleep because of that! Everytime you give into the urge to crack a body part I pray that you break it off. AND for your information, it is good luck to wear different color socks! And I wouldn't have to remove them in the living room if you wouldn't have to keep it so bleeding hot in here!"
"Seventy-two degrees is not hot! You're a loon! You with your incredibly loud sobbing because Julia's sister is having and affair with her comatose husband on Diamonds and Death! You with you're disgusting lack of manners! You with you family popping in and out of your family which is driving me to the point of wanting to call exterminators!"
"Well I live here as well now and I can do what I damn well please. I'm not trying to impress you, I'm trying to stand you! And just so you know. It's Julia's niece! Not her sister!"
"Yeah? Well isn't it that much better!" Draco cries not sure what he saying now, just being mad.
"It IS!" Ginny yells experiencing the same thing.
"Great!"
"Wonderful!"
"Terrific!"
"Peachy!"
"Excellent!"
"I love you!" they stand there for a minute, Draco looks confused, but Ginny holds her glare.
"What?" he asks, confused and still angered.
"HA! I broke you!"
"You're mad! That made absolutely no sense!" He yells.
"EXACTLY!" she yells back, then stomps into her room and slams the door.
Thirty seconds later, Draco is still looking at her door and yells "What!" and though he doesn't know it, Ginny doesn't hear because she has Disapparated to Hermione's. He, too, storms into his room and slams the door.
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"HERMIONE!!!" Ginny yells as soon as she's Apparated. "HERMIONEEEEE!!!"
"WHAT!" Hermione answers walking into the foyer where Ginny stands. "Ginny, what is it? What wrong? Did something happen? Is everything okay?" she sees Ginny standing red-faced and panting slighty.
"Yes, something's wrong. Yes, something happened, and no, everything is not okay!" Ginny's voice ascends in every word, she can't control it.
"Ginny, stop yelling we're in the same room. A very small room, as a matter of fact." Hermione tells her, "Come on, let's go into the living room and you can tell me what happened," and she turns with Ginny following her.
"You happened. Malfoy happened, and moving in. It's all not good!"
"Stop yelling! And think before you speak. You're sentences are incoherent and you're beginning to sound like Ron." She sits herself on the couch and motions for Ginny to sit. "Something to drink? Maybe some ice water will cool you off."
"Funny."
"Well." Hermione shrugs.
"I hate Draco." Ginny slacks in the armchair in which she is seated.
"Well established. Have you two even tried being civil to each other?"
"I tried, but he's so touchy after the toilet incident. He holds a grudge with a grip like a hawk." "Well, I think you could have come up with a better way to settle that." Ginny shoots her a look that clearly says 'traitor.' "You don't expect me to lie to you do you?" Hermione asks in response to her glare.
"I would prefer it." She has her arms crossed over her chest and her legs are crossed, too. She was watching her foot shake when she realizes she has left home completely barefoot. Hermione notices, too.
"What happened?"
"He wouldn't turn down his show and then we started arguing again."
"You didn't do the swirly again, did you?"
"Much worse popped into my head, but I restrained myself. In any case, we yelled so much we stopped making sense, even to ourselves. I'm not going to tell you what I told him to shut him up. I think it was to shut him up, I stopped paying attention to my motives after I told him some of the things he does to irk me. I just wanted to yell."
"Not the best way to resolve problems."
"Obviously." Ginny rolls her eyes. "Anyway, can I stay here? Just for tonight? To be in that place again with him, I might just put the pillow over his head when he sleeps tonight. Or he'll do it to me."
Hermione hesitates, "Well I suppose for tonight, but this isn't going to be a common recurrence. You two need to learn to get along. You'll apologize tomorrow."
"Will not!"
"Will to. Otherwise, you're out."
"Hmph."
"Couch pulls out, blankets in hall closet, you know. Goodnight." Hermione sings walking into her bedroom.
"I hate you." Ginny sings back to her. She unfolds the couch and pulls out the blanket and pillow. Before she can fall asleep, she makes a list in her head of the reasons to stay friends with Hermione and the reasons shun her. Once again – for this isn't the first time she makes this list, especially this week, and it won't be the last, ever – the list to stay friends overrides the list to shun by far.
After Draco's first ever swirly, that – though he may never admit it – has left him somewhat scarred, Draco decided that he would clean the bathroom; she, the kitchen, and they divided up the chores of the living room. By Monday they found out most of each others bad habits, which annoyed each of them to no end. Draco cracked his knuckles, neck, back, toes, wrists, shoulders, and just about every other popable body parts, loudly; moaned in his sleep, loudly; absolutely had to be the first to read the paper, and found it necessary to keep the apartment at exactly 72 degrees, always. Ginny belched, barefaced; cried unreserved for soaps on the tele, which Blaise convinced him to get, now he was hooked; she was terribly messy; and Draco lost count of how many times a Weasley has popped in and out of his home in the four days she had been there.
Now, it's Wednesday, and things, needless to say haven't gotten better. It's nine in the evening and Ginny is sitting in the armchair legs crossed reading The Quibbler. Draco who had locked himself in his room for a third of the day finally comes out. Into the kitchen he foes for a snack and continues to the living room to watch his favorite show that comes on every Wednesday, Carousels in Havana.
"Do you mind turning that down a bit?" a tinge of impatience in Ginny's voice.
"Yes." Draco looks at her looking at him from over her magazine. "You read that dribble?" he asks amazed that anyone sane or not would read it and annoyed, just because.
"Yes." Ginny say lifts her chin defiantly. She has no defense and she knows it. She only reads it when there's nothing better to do, and it is rather entertaining to read some of the crazy things they come up with in it.
"When I thought your IQ couldn't possibly be any lower." Draco shakes his head.
"You're one to talk. Look at what you're watching." Ginny points to the screen. "What is that anyway? Are those horses speaking to each other in Spanish?"
"Yes."
"But the people are speaking in English?"
"Yes. But at least I know exactly what the horses are saying."
"Yeah, cause it's subtitled."
"Doesn't mean anything, I don't need the subtitles."
"Okay," she says covering the subtitles with her magazine, "what did the horse just say?" Draco hesitates. "They're having turkey for lunch." She reveals what the subtitle reads, 'What are we going to do for food?' "Well, I got the general idea." Ginny snorts.
"Yeah, okay. Close guess, but not quite on target."
"So I'm a bit rusty." He refuses to admit that he never knew Spanish to begin with, but she can see that.
"At least I know how to clean up after myself."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"What do you think it's supposed to mean? You leave everything lying around. Your candy wrappers, your little sculpting thingies, you have four different color socks on the living room floor, which I am not about pick up!"
"What about you? Do you know I can hear you bloody moaning at three o'clock in the morning! I've lost sleep because of that! Everytime you give into the urge to crack a body part I pray that you break it off. AND for your information, it is good luck to wear different color socks! And I wouldn't have to remove them in the living room if you wouldn't have to keep it so bleeding hot in here!"
"Seventy-two degrees is not hot! You're a loon! You with your incredibly loud sobbing because Julia's sister is having and affair with her comatose husband on Diamonds and Death! You with you're disgusting lack of manners! You with you family popping in and out of your family which is driving me to the point of wanting to call exterminators!"
"Well I live here as well now and I can do what I damn well please. I'm not trying to impress you, I'm trying to stand you! And just so you know. It's Julia's niece! Not her sister!"
"Yeah? Well isn't it that much better!" Draco cries not sure what he saying now, just being mad.
"It IS!" Ginny yells experiencing the same thing.
"Great!"
"Wonderful!"
"Terrific!"
"Peachy!"
"Excellent!"
"I love you!" they stand there for a minute, Draco looks confused, but Ginny holds her glare.
"What?" he asks, confused and still angered.
"HA! I broke you!"
"You're mad! That made absolutely no sense!" He yells.
"EXACTLY!" she yells back, then stomps into her room and slams the door.
Thirty seconds later, Draco is still looking at her door and yells "What!" and though he doesn't know it, Ginny doesn't hear because she has Disapparated to Hermione's. He, too, storms into his room and slams the door.
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"HERMIONE!!!" Ginny yells as soon as she's Apparated. "HERMIONEEEEE!!!"
"WHAT!" Hermione answers walking into the foyer where Ginny stands. "Ginny, what is it? What wrong? Did something happen? Is everything okay?" she sees Ginny standing red-faced and panting slighty.
"Yes, something's wrong. Yes, something happened, and no, everything is not okay!" Ginny's voice ascends in every word, she can't control it.
"Ginny, stop yelling we're in the same room. A very small room, as a matter of fact." Hermione tells her, "Come on, let's go into the living room and you can tell me what happened," and she turns with Ginny following her.
"You happened. Malfoy happened, and moving in. It's all not good!"
"Stop yelling! And think before you speak. You're sentences are incoherent and you're beginning to sound like Ron." She sits herself on the couch and motions for Ginny to sit. "Something to drink? Maybe some ice water will cool you off."
"Funny."
"Well." Hermione shrugs.
"I hate Draco." Ginny slacks in the armchair in which she is seated.
"Well established. Have you two even tried being civil to each other?"
"I tried, but he's so touchy after the toilet incident. He holds a grudge with a grip like a hawk." "Well, I think you could have come up with a better way to settle that." Ginny shoots her a look that clearly says 'traitor.' "You don't expect me to lie to you do you?" Hermione asks in response to her glare.
"I would prefer it." She has her arms crossed over her chest and her legs are crossed, too. She was watching her foot shake when she realizes she has left home completely barefoot. Hermione notices, too.
"What happened?"
"He wouldn't turn down his show and then we started arguing again."
"You didn't do the swirly again, did you?"
"Much worse popped into my head, but I restrained myself. In any case, we yelled so much we stopped making sense, even to ourselves. I'm not going to tell you what I told him to shut him up. I think it was to shut him up, I stopped paying attention to my motives after I told him some of the things he does to irk me. I just wanted to yell."
"Not the best way to resolve problems."
"Obviously." Ginny rolls her eyes. "Anyway, can I stay here? Just for tonight? To be in that place again with him, I might just put the pillow over his head when he sleeps tonight. Or he'll do it to me."
Hermione hesitates, "Well I suppose for tonight, but this isn't going to be a common recurrence. You two need to learn to get along. You'll apologize tomorrow."
"Will not!"
"Will to. Otherwise, you're out."
"Hmph."
"Couch pulls out, blankets in hall closet, you know. Goodnight." Hermione sings walking into her bedroom.
"I hate you." Ginny sings back to her. She unfolds the couch and pulls out the blanket and pillow. Before she can fall asleep, she makes a list in her head of the reasons to stay friends with Hermione and the reasons shun her. Once again – for this isn't the first time she makes this list, especially this week, and it won't be the last, ever – the list to stay friends overrides the list to shun by far.