A/N: I've been deprived of my computer all weekend! Don't blame me,
blame my dad! He took it! And then he brought it back on the weekend,
but so conveniently forgot the charger! And then my mum used it, and
used up all my battery, and so I was deprived!!!! ....I is
sooooooryy!!!!!!!!! I meant to update earlier, I really did! Anyway,
here it is...Oh yeah, and a few of you asked a few questions in your
review, I answered them at the end of the story.
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Ginny's room was flowing with flowers. Every color you could have ever thought a rose to be was there. Except black. She didn't understand why she didn't have black roses. Maybe because it symbolized death? Was that what the person was going for? Symbolizing everything but death? But what did she know about the other ones? Making up her mind, she picked up her bag, and walked out of the common room. She ended up in the library, it was almost empty, as it was a weekend and almost everybody was either outside or at Hogsmead.
She sat herself down on a table that was hiding in a corner, and browsed around for the books she needed. After finding it, she settled into the comfortable wooden chairs, and propped the book open. It was filled with millions of pictures of roses, all different colors. It even looked recently used. There were creases in the pages where fingers had turned them.
"Lets see..." She muttered to herself, engrossed in the pages, "Red...red is...love, beauty, courage, and respect..."
"White is....Purity and innocence, silence or secrecy, also reverence and humility..."
"Pink....Appreciation, "Thank you", grace, perfect happiness, and admiration."
"Yellow is Joy, gladness, friendship, delight, the promise of a new beginning. Wow...I thought it was just friendship..."
"Purple roses signify love at first sight.... Love at first sight?? Wow...."
"Black roses mean death." I nodded my head. "I thought so. I haven't gotten any of those..."
"And orange....orange is...Desire, and enthusiasm"
A blush appeared on my cheeks as I read them all together. All those meanings...that's the reason why I was getting those...it was for a reason...it wasn't just because they were pretty colors...
But who in the world was that romantic anymore? Boys didn't care about that anymore...Well, I guess one did...And he was my secret admirer! I guess I could call him that...but it does feel weird to call him that....I'll just call him a secretive gift giver. What if he doesn't like me, he's just sending roses?
I shook my head. That was practically impossible...why would somebody send those to me if not....
"Reading about roses, Weasley?"
I nearly jumped out of the chair. I spun around, my gaze meeting Draco's. My brow furrowed.
"Are we back to last name basis now, Malfoy?" I asked, glaring at him in turn.
"I figured you would rather have it that way, seeing as you've been ignoring me since the first day of school."
My eyes widened. That's right! We were supposed to meet on Fridays, and I never went! I had been in Snape's room every night, working on my assistant duties, and I had never told Draco about it! I had forgotten!!!
"Oh, Draco! I'm so sorry! I—Snape made me his assistant! I've been down there every night! And—and I never see you, Draco, I wasn't able to tell you!"
His face went blank, his eyes hard and cold. I shivered at the look, not liking the cold look after seeing friendship in those eyes.
"If your going to lie, Weasley, at least lie believingly. Snape hasn't had an assistant in all his years of teaching, he's not going to start now, especially with a Gryffindor."
He spat out the word Gryffindor, acting like it was a curse word on his tongue. I shrank away from him, seeing the git that I had been told that Draco Malfoy was.
"Malfoy...I'm not lying..." I said softly, my voice back to its shy, scared tone that I used with everybody but him. "I wouldn't lie to you....It was thanks to you that I was able to become his assistant...you showed me how to be good at potions anyway, and you went over my essay and..."
He turned before I could finish my sentence, stalking out of the library.
"Draco, wai-"I stopped as he slammed the doors behind him, resulting in an very annoyed Madam Pince, who hissed out in my general area to be quiet.
I didn't get roses the next day.
It was then that I started suspecting it, that Malfoy was the one sending them, but why would he just now stop sending them if he was mad at me all year for not being there? I mulled over it for days, my heart heavy at the loss of roses at my feet every morning.
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I hadn't seen Malfoy since that day, not even in the halls. I wondered if he was avoiding me...or maybe I was avoiding him? I didn't know anymore...I was so confused. And I missed him. I guess I didn't notice it before, but I found myself longing for that friendly look in his eyes- the one I didn't see anymore.
I picked gloomily at the red robes that lay on my bed, next to white bloomers and a soft red shirt. It was for the Halloween feast that night, and everybody was to dress up. A charm would be put into order so that nobody would be able to recognize the other. Unless of course, they had asked ahead of time for those who were going as couples. But they were only able to recognize each other, and were not allowed to tell anyone else. I, of course, due to my LOVELY people skills, had no date. I was looking forward to it, don't get me wrong...but it just didn't appeal to me in the way I thought it would.
Sighing discontently, I started to get ready, pulling on my clothes, then conjured my masked into place on my face, and I was done. It didn't take anytime at all, as I'm sure I was the only one who would take less than 5 hours to get ready. I sighed again, and then made my way down into the common room, ready to wait until I could leave.
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The great hall was beautiful. The house tables were gone, leaving the floor clear for dancing, and many small tables had been settled along the sides of the room, the only long table being one that held all the snacks and drinks.
I wandered around for a while, aimlessly poking at things and shuffling my feet, when I was stopped suddenly by a figure in front of me. It was a boy, and he was dressed as a dragon, green scales painted artistically on his skin, a long green tail coming from his back, and long nails gracefully jutting out from his hands. He bowed at the waist, holding out one scaled hand.
"May I have this dance, my lady?"
I was surprised somebody would ask me to dance, but then again, they didn't really know it was me, did they? I blamed it on that, but I accepted anyway, a faint blush on my cheeks.
As we danced, my mind jumbled itself into confusion, wondering over and over who I was dancing with. I knew it was against the rules to ask, but I wanted to know! We danced all night, and he surprised me with how long he had stayed with me. We talked and laughed, resting only for moments to catch our breaths.
As we were dancing the last dance of the night, people started dispersing, retiring to their common rooms for the night. But we stayed, wrapped in each other's arms. My head was on his shoulder, my face turned against his neck. I could feel his warmth enfolding me, and I never wanted this night to end.
"I wish I could know who you were..." I whispered, closing my eyes.
"Perhaps," He answered, "You will one day find out, Ginny."
I gasped, looking up at him in surprise, my brown eyes wide. "How did you-"
"I will always know it is you, Virginia. I could never not know."
"B-but the charm!"
"Not even a charm can keep me from you."
I strayed into silence for a few moments, then looked up at him, a blush on my cheeks. "You called me Virginia..."
"Well it is your name."
"Yes but....nobody calls me that...." My blush deepened. "Ever..."
"Do you mind it?"
I looked down at the ground to hide my ever-reddening face. "N-no..."
The song had ended, and we stood there, still wrapped in each others arms.
"Good night, Virginia." He brushed a soft kiss across my cheek, then let go of me, making his way to the door.
I was the only one still standing on the dance floor, clutching my cheek in my hand, my eyes gazing into nowhere. It took me a few minutes to compose myself, but I finally pulled myself together and walked slowly out of the great hall, my way to the common room slow and leisurely.
I walked up to my bed, and without bothering to change, fell onto it, asleep the minute my head touched the pillow.
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I woke up slowly the next morning, my eyes hazy with sleep and my clothes wrinkled from my position. I sat up, and saw something out of the corner of my eye. Gasping, I turned toward it. It was sitting on my windowsill- the eagle owl. It hooted softly on noticing I was awake, then flew out the window. My head spun to the end of my bed, and there, tied together by a blood-red ribbon, lay two roses. One red, and one white.
My head spun as I searched my memory for what it meant. I had read it, that day in the library so long ago...what was it? Red and White, Red and White.....
I gasped.
Red and White together.....signified unity....love....
I reached for the roses, and a small note fell onto my lap. I unfolded it carefully, my eyes scanning it quickly.
"Did you sleep well, my little red riding hood?"
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That's it, that's it, that's it!!!
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Did you like it, Did you like it?!?!?! Have any of you guessed by now? I'm sure you have, I think I made it sorta obvious who it is.....
I love this chapter, I think it's the best one I have EVER done! What do you say? Better than the others? I am SO glad I decided to continue this!!!
Okies, the answers to your reviews:
KitKat159: Yup! It was because of Draco she got good at potions! Actually, I think I mentioned that somewhere in here...::looks up at story:: Yupp! I did!!!
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Um....I think that's all the things I really needed to answer, but again, if somebody could PLEASE tell me how to let people review without signing in, I would GREATLY appreciate it! Thanks!!!
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Ginny's room was flowing with flowers. Every color you could have ever thought a rose to be was there. Except black. She didn't understand why she didn't have black roses. Maybe because it symbolized death? Was that what the person was going for? Symbolizing everything but death? But what did she know about the other ones? Making up her mind, she picked up her bag, and walked out of the common room. She ended up in the library, it was almost empty, as it was a weekend and almost everybody was either outside or at Hogsmead.
She sat herself down on a table that was hiding in a corner, and browsed around for the books she needed. After finding it, she settled into the comfortable wooden chairs, and propped the book open. It was filled with millions of pictures of roses, all different colors. It even looked recently used. There were creases in the pages where fingers had turned them.
"Lets see..." She muttered to herself, engrossed in the pages, "Red...red is...love, beauty, courage, and respect..."
"White is....Purity and innocence, silence or secrecy, also reverence and humility..."
"Pink....Appreciation, "Thank you", grace, perfect happiness, and admiration."
"Yellow is Joy, gladness, friendship, delight, the promise of a new beginning. Wow...I thought it was just friendship..."
"Purple roses signify love at first sight.... Love at first sight?? Wow...."
"Black roses mean death." I nodded my head. "I thought so. I haven't gotten any of those..."
"And orange....orange is...Desire, and enthusiasm"
A blush appeared on my cheeks as I read them all together. All those meanings...that's the reason why I was getting those...it was for a reason...it wasn't just because they were pretty colors...
But who in the world was that romantic anymore? Boys didn't care about that anymore...Well, I guess one did...And he was my secret admirer! I guess I could call him that...but it does feel weird to call him that....I'll just call him a secretive gift giver. What if he doesn't like me, he's just sending roses?
I shook my head. That was practically impossible...why would somebody send those to me if not....
"Reading about roses, Weasley?"
I nearly jumped out of the chair. I spun around, my gaze meeting Draco's. My brow furrowed.
"Are we back to last name basis now, Malfoy?" I asked, glaring at him in turn.
"I figured you would rather have it that way, seeing as you've been ignoring me since the first day of school."
My eyes widened. That's right! We were supposed to meet on Fridays, and I never went! I had been in Snape's room every night, working on my assistant duties, and I had never told Draco about it! I had forgotten!!!
"Oh, Draco! I'm so sorry! I—Snape made me his assistant! I've been down there every night! And—and I never see you, Draco, I wasn't able to tell you!"
His face went blank, his eyes hard and cold. I shivered at the look, not liking the cold look after seeing friendship in those eyes.
"If your going to lie, Weasley, at least lie believingly. Snape hasn't had an assistant in all his years of teaching, he's not going to start now, especially with a Gryffindor."
He spat out the word Gryffindor, acting like it was a curse word on his tongue. I shrank away from him, seeing the git that I had been told that Draco Malfoy was.
"Malfoy...I'm not lying..." I said softly, my voice back to its shy, scared tone that I used with everybody but him. "I wouldn't lie to you....It was thanks to you that I was able to become his assistant...you showed me how to be good at potions anyway, and you went over my essay and..."
He turned before I could finish my sentence, stalking out of the library.
"Draco, wai-"I stopped as he slammed the doors behind him, resulting in an very annoyed Madam Pince, who hissed out in my general area to be quiet.
I didn't get roses the next day.
It was then that I started suspecting it, that Malfoy was the one sending them, but why would he just now stop sending them if he was mad at me all year for not being there? I mulled over it for days, my heart heavy at the loss of roses at my feet every morning.
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I hadn't seen Malfoy since that day, not even in the halls. I wondered if he was avoiding me...or maybe I was avoiding him? I didn't know anymore...I was so confused. And I missed him. I guess I didn't notice it before, but I found myself longing for that friendly look in his eyes- the one I didn't see anymore.
I picked gloomily at the red robes that lay on my bed, next to white bloomers and a soft red shirt. It was for the Halloween feast that night, and everybody was to dress up. A charm would be put into order so that nobody would be able to recognize the other. Unless of course, they had asked ahead of time for those who were going as couples. But they were only able to recognize each other, and were not allowed to tell anyone else. I, of course, due to my LOVELY people skills, had no date. I was looking forward to it, don't get me wrong...but it just didn't appeal to me in the way I thought it would.
Sighing discontently, I started to get ready, pulling on my clothes, then conjured my masked into place on my face, and I was done. It didn't take anytime at all, as I'm sure I was the only one who would take less than 5 hours to get ready. I sighed again, and then made my way down into the common room, ready to wait until I could leave.
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The great hall was beautiful. The house tables were gone, leaving the floor clear for dancing, and many small tables had been settled along the sides of the room, the only long table being one that held all the snacks and drinks.
I wandered around for a while, aimlessly poking at things and shuffling my feet, when I was stopped suddenly by a figure in front of me. It was a boy, and he was dressed as a dragon, green scales painted artistically on his skin, a long green tail coming from his back, and long nails gracefully jutting out from his hands. He bowed at the waist, holding out one scaled hand.
"May I have this dance, my lady?"
I was surprised somebody would ask me to dance, but then again, they didn't really know it was me, did they? I blamed it on that, but I accepted anyway, a faint blush on my cheeks.
As we danced, my mind jumbled itself into confusion, wondering over and over who I was dancing with. I knew it was against the rules to ask, but I wanted to know! We danced all night, and he surprised me with how long he had stayed with me. We talked and laughed, resting only for moments to catch our breaths.
As we were dancing the last dance of the night, people started dispersing, retiring to their common rooms for the night. But we stayed, wrapped in each other's arms. My head was on his shoulder, my face turned against his neck. I could feel his warmth enfolding me, and I never wanted this night to end.
"I wish I could know who you were..." I whispered, closing my eyes.
"Perhaps," He answered, "You will one day find out, Ginny."
I gasped, looking up at him in surprise, my brown eyes wide. "How did you-"
"I will always know it is you, Virginia. I could never not know."
"B-but the charm!"
"Not even a charm can keep me from you."
I strayed into silence for a few moments, then looked up at him, a blush on my cheeks. "You called me Virginia..."
"Well it is your name."
"Yes but....nobody calls me that...." My blush deepened. "Ever..."
"Do you mind it?"
I looked down at the ground to hide my ever-reddening face. "N-no..."
The song had ended, and we stood there, still wrapped in each others arms.
"Good night, Virginia." He brushed a soft kiss across my cheek, then let go of me, making his way to the door.
I was the only one still standing on the dance floor, clutching my cheek in my hand, my eyes gazing into nowhere. It took me a few minutes to compose myself, but I finally pulled myself together and walked slowly out of the great hall, my way to the common room slow and leisurely.
I walked up to my bed, and without bothering to change, fell onto it, asleep the minute my head touched the pillow.
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I woke up slowly the next morning, my eyes hazy with sleep and my clothes wrinkled from my position. I sat up, and saw something out of the corner of my eye. Gasping, I turned toward it. It was sitting on my windowsill- the eagle owl. It hooted softly on noticing I was awake, then flew out the window. My head spun to the end of my bed, and there, tied together by a blood-red ribbon, lay two roses. One red, and one white.
My head spun as I searched my memory for what it meant. I had read it, that day in the library so long ago...what was it? Red and White, Red and White.....
I gasped.
Red and White together.....signified unity....love....
I reached for the roses, and a small note fell onto my lap. I unfolded it carefully, my eyes scanning it quickly.
"Did you sleep well, my little red riding hood?"
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That's it, that's it, that's it!!!
::waits impatiently for feedback::
Did you like it, Did you like it?!?!?! Have any of you guessed by now? I'm sure you have, I think I made it sorta obvious who it is.....
I love this chapter, I think it's the best one I have EVER done! What do you say? Better than the others? I am SO glad I decided to continue this!!!
Okies, the answers to your reviews:
KitKat159: Yup! It was because of Draco she got good at potions! Actually, I think I mentioned that somewhere in here...::looks up at story:: Yupp! I did!!!
Phoenix-phire720- You didn't really ask a question, but I have one for you. You said I would get more review if I didn't make people sign in, but I have no idea how to do that! Can anybody tell me how???
Um....I think that's all the things I really needed to answer, but again, if somebody could PLEASE tell me how to let people review without signing in, I would GREATLY appreciate it! Thanks!!!