A/N: Here's the 5th chapter! Enjoy!!!
------------------------------It was you!
I stood timidly around the corner, taking deep breaths and telling myself over and over that I could do this. Sure, it was crazy as hell, and I probably would get hoarded by millions of Slytherins, but I had to know. I took one last deep breath, then took a decisive step around the corner, after a few steps coming face to face with the Slytherin portrait. I looked up at the grumpy old man in the portrait politely.
"E-excuse me...C-could you get Draco Malfoy for me, please?" The portrait scowled and mumbled something like "Get him yourself", but he dissapeared from his frame none-the-less. As I stood there, staring at the empty portrait, I started wondering what in the world I was doing. I bit my bottom lip as the portrait swung open, revealing a very disgruntled Malfoy, his eyes half lidded with sleep and a very prominent frown on his face.
What was worse- He was dressed in black silk pajama bottoms, and nothing else, showing off his nicely toned stomach. I blushed a crimson red, giving out a squek and turning around to face the wall.
"What, am I too sexy for you, Weasley?" He drawled, and I could hear him take a step closer to me.
"Y-you don't have a shirt on..."
"You come to the dungeons, force my portrait to wake me up at 1:30 in the morning, and you expect me to be all nicely dressed for you?"
"I'm sorry I just....wanted to thank you...for yesterday...."
"Oh you mean for snogging you in Professor Snape's classroom? No problem."
I spun around, my face red from embaresment. "That's not funny! He really thought we were! I had to go last night and apologize and tell him the truth! And I don't even know if he believes me!" I bristled as a smirk appeared on his face. "Draaacooo!!!!!"
"Alright, alright, sorry." He looked at me, then away. "So just one question, Weasley."
"Yes?" I felt my anger draining away just by looking at him. Wait- no. I just get over my madness easily thats all. But I had to tell myself it wasn't true. I could hold a grudge for days. What was it with him and not being able to stay mad?
"Who's Tom?" His voice was serious, and, looking at him, I could tell he really wanted to know.
"Oh...Draco....I....." I looked away, closing my eyes to will away the memories that that name brought with it. "I...." I sniffled, bracing myself. "Tom Marvolo Riddle.....is Lord Voldemort's name."
The silence that echoed through the hall was defening, and, lowering my eyes, all I wanted was for him to say something, anything. It took a few moments before he opened his mouth, his voice much softer than it had been before, and I could hear a hint of fear in there. It if hadn't been the situation it was, I would have thought it ridiculous. I had never heard anything even close to fear in Draco's voice. ((stupid 3rd movie that turned him into a wuss...sure, he might have been scared inside, but Malfoy's dont show emotion. ::pouts:: stupid third my Draco....))
"Then...In second year...with the Chamber..."
I nodded, lowering my head so that my hair covered my eyes, which were brimming with tears.
"Ginny...."
"I-It's fine, but...can we please just talk about something else?" I asked pleadingly, not waiting for an answer before going on to another subject. "Yesterday, yesterday, you called me Virginia." I looked up at him, waiting for his answer. Upon looking at his face, I saw the smirk appear there.
"Well, It is you name, isn't it?"
The same thing he had said before....the same thing the dragon at the Halloween ball....
"You were the dragon..." I whispered, my voice carrying in the cold, dungeon air.
"Yes."
"T-then you're the one sending the roses."
"What makes you think that, Weasley? Why would I send you roses?"
"B-because the day after the dance...there was a note...."Did you sleep well, my little Red Riding Hood?" I trembeled out, hoping and hoping I was right.
He brought his hand up to his head, running it through his hair. "Oops, I got caught."
My eyes widened, and I stepped forward, grabbing onto his other hand. "Why?! Why would you send me flowers?!"
He pulled up my hand with his, landing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. Then he turned, and went back in the portrait. Just before it slid shut, I heard his voice whisper:
"I would think that obvious, Virginia."
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I couldn't sleep the rest of that night. My thoughts were filled with the new information I had just gotten. It was Malfoy. It was Draco. It was Draco. I said it over and over again, whispering it to my ceiling. Draco. Draco. Draco. It was Draco. Draco. It was Draco.
I lifted my hand above me, staring at it. If I closed my eyes, I could almost feel his lips on my hand again.
Draco. It was Draco.
I sat up, no longer able to lie still.
It was Draco.
I walked over to my window, opening it to the cool night air. I sat there on the ledge, looking out into the endless dark, lighted only by the dim light of the stars.
It was Draco.
I found myself with a huge smile on my face, my cheeks starting to hurt with how wide it was.
It was Draco.
I must have fallen asleep there, because I was abruptly awoken by an owl pecking at my leg. I opened my eyes, staring at it for a few minutes untill my sleep-ridden brain kicked into working. I gently picked it up, soothing it's soft feathers.
"Your Draco's bird."
"Whoooo"
I smiled at it, and then stood up, bringing it an owl treat I kept in my drawer for Pig. I watched it happily as it devoured it. After it was done, it hooted again, sticking out its leg. My smile, if humanly possible at that point, grew larger.
A red rose. Love.
"Wait!" I called after the bird as it was flying out of my window. Seeming to understand me, it flew back, landing on my windowsill and cocking his head at me. I looked around my dorm frantically for a moment, and finally, after digging in my trunk for a few moments, found it. It was a thin, silver chain. It had no jewel or pendant, just a simple, sliver chain. She held it to her chest a moment, as if to say goodbye to it, then walked over to the owl. "Give this to him for me?" She gently wound it around the owl's foot, making sure it could easily slip off, but wouldn't fall as the owl was flying. It hooted once more, then flew off.
"Gin...wha-" The sentance was interupted by a yawn, "what was that?"
Ginny turned smiling softly to one of her room mates. "Just an owl, don't worry about it."
"hmmm..." The figure turned over, and not seconds after, soft snoring was coming from her bed.
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A/N: Waaaahooo! Next chapter! ::does the google dance:: And OMG!!! I am almost at the ulitmate number! The number that is the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything! Its....::insert drumroll:: NUMBER 42!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, a common question is....if the ultimate answer is 42, what is the ultimate question?
Simple, 6 times 9.
Here, I'll show you:
Well first, you start off with the problem: 6 X 9
Then, you break it up: 6 = 1 plus 5 And 9 = 8 plus 1
So: 6 X 9 is equal to 1 plus 5 X 8 plus 1
Then, you just follow the rules of mathmatics. Multiplication first: 5 X 8 = 40
Then You add: 40 plus 1 plus 1 = 42
So you see, the entire fundementals of our universe is WRONG! For 6 X 9 does NOT equal 54, as always thought, but 42!!! ((oh, and sorry for all the written out plus signs. For some reason it wouldn't show up with the addition sign. ::glares at computer))---
And always remember, the mice rule the world.
eheeee....If any of you are confused...read Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy- - great book.
My daddy always answered everything I asked him with 42, so I forced myself to read it, and It's hilarious. Now I know, the ultimate answer. ::points to ears:: I even have earings that say 42. For it is the ultimate answer. ::nod nod::
ANYWAY! Whoever does the 42nd review, you are special! You are the ultimate reviewer of them all! For YOU have reviewed on number 42!!!!!!!!!!
------------------------------It was you!
I stood timidly around the corner, taking deep breaths and telling myself over and over that I could do this. Sure, it was crazy as hell, and I probably would get hoarded by millions of Slytherins, but I had to know. I took one last deep breath, then took a decisive step around the corner, after a few steps coming face to face with the Slytherin portrait. I looked up at the grumpy old man in the portrait politely.
"E-excuse me...C-could you get Draco Malfoy for me, please?" The portrait scowled and mumbled something like "Get him yourself", but he dissapeared from his frame none-the-less. As I stood there, staring at the empty portrait, I started wondering what in the world I was doing. I bit my bottom lip as the portrait swung open, revealing a very disgruntled Malfoy, his eyes half lidded with sleep and a very prominent frown on his face.
What was worse- He was dressed in black silk pajama bottoms, and nothing else, showing off his nicely toned stomach. I blushed a crimson red, giving out a squek and turning around to face the wall.
"What, am I too sexy for you, Weasley?" He drawled, and I could hear him take a step closer to me.
"Y-you don't have a shirt on..."
"You come to the dungeons, force my portrait to wake me up at 1:30 in the morning, and you expect me to be all nicely dressed for you?"
"I'm sorry I just....wanted to thank you...for yesterday...."
"Oh you mean for snogging you in Professor Snape's classroom? No problem."
I spun around, my face red from embaresment. "That's not funny! He really thought we were! I had to go last night and apologize and tell him the truth! And I don't even know if he believes me!" I bristled as a smirk appeared on his face. "Draaacooo!!!!!"
"Alright, alright, sorry." He looked at me, then away. "So just one question, Weasley."
"Yes?" I felt my anger draining away just by looking at him. Wait- no. I just get over my madness easily thats all. But I had to tell myself it wasn't true. I could hold a grudge for days. What was it with him and not being able to stay mad?
"Who's Tom?" His voice was serious, and, looking at him, I could tell he really wanted to know.
"Oh...Draco....I....." I looked away, closing my eyes to will away the memories that that name brought with it. "I...." I sniffled, bracing myself. "Tom Marvolo Riddle.....is Lord Voldemort's name."
The silence that echoed through the hall was defening, and, lowering my eyes, all I wanted was for him to say something, anything. It took a few moments before he opened his mouth, his voice much softer than it had been before, and I could hear a hint of fear in there. It if hadn't been the situation it was, I would have thought it ridiculous. I had never heard anything even close to fear in Draco's voice. ((stupid 3rd movie that turned him into a wuss...sure, he might have been scared inside, but Malfoy's dont show emotion. ::pouts:: stupid third my Draco....))
"Then...In second year...with the Chamber..."
I nodded, lowering my head so that my hair covered my eyes, which were brimming with tears.
"Ginny...."
"I-It's fine, but...can we please just talk about something else?" I asked pleadingly, not waiting for an answer before going on to another subject. "Yesterday, yesterday, you called me Virginia." I looked up at him, waiting for his answer. Upon looking at his face, I saw the smirk appear there.
"Well, It is you name, isn't it?"
The same thing he had said before....the same thing the dragon at the Halloween ball....
"You were the dragon..." I whispered, my voice carrying in the cold, dungeon air.
"Yes."
"T-then you're the one sending the roses."
"What makes you think that, Weasley? Why would I send you roses?"
"B-because the day after the dance...there was a note...."Did you sleep well, my little Red Riding Hood?" I trembeled out, hoping and hoping I was right.
He brought his hand up to his head, running it through his hair. "Oops, I got caught."
My eyes widened, and I stepped forward, grabbing onto his other hand. "Why?! Why would you send me flowers?!"
He pulled up my hand with his, landing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. Then he turned, and went back in the portrait. Just before it slid shut, I heard his voice whisper:
"I would think that obvious, Virginia."
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I couldn't sleep the rest of that night. My thoughts were filled with the new information I had just gotten. It was Malfoy. It was Draco. It was Draco. I said it over and over again, whispering it to my ceiling. Draco. Draco. Draco. It was Draco. Draco. It was Draco.
I lifted my hand above me, staring at it. If I closed my eyes, I could almost feel his lips on my hand again.
Draco. It was Draco.
I sat up, no longer able to lie still.
It was Draco.
I walked over to my window, opening it to the cool night air. I sat there on the ledge, looking out into the endless dark, lighted only by the dim light of the stars.
It was Draco.
I found myself with a huge smile on my face, my cheeks starting to hurt with how wide it was.
It was Draco.
I must have fallen asleep there, because I was abruptly awoken by an owl pecking at my leg. I opened my eyes, staring at it for a few minutes untill my sleep-ridden brain kicked into working. I gently picked it up, soothing it's soft feathers.
"Your Draco's bird."
"Whoooo"
I smiled at it, and then stood up, bringing it an owl treat I kept in my drawer for Pig. I watched it happily as it devoured it. After it was done, it hooted again, sticking out its leg. My smile, if humanly possible at that point, grew larger.
A red rose. Love.
"Wait!" I called after the bird as it was flying out of my window. Seeming to understand me, it flew back, landing on my windowsill and cocking his head at me. I looked around my dorm frantically for a moment, and finally, after digging in my trunk for a few moments, found it. It was a thin, silver chain. It had no jewel or pendant, just a simple, sliver chain. She held it to her chest a moment, as if to say goodbye to it, then walked over to the owl. "Give this to him for me?" She gently wound it around the owl's foot, making sure it could easily slip off, but wouldn't fall as the owl was flying. It hooted once more, then flew off.
"Gin...wha-" The sentance was interupted by a yawn, "what was that?"
Ginny turned smiling softly to one of her room mates. "Just an owl, don't worry about it."
"hmmm..." The figure turned over, and not seconds after, soft snoring was coming from her bed.
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A/N: Waaaahooo! Next chapter! ::does the google dance:: And OMG!!! I am almost at the ulitmate number! The number that is the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything! Its....::insert drumroll:: NUMBER 42!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, a common question is....if the ultimate answer is 42, what is the ultimate question?
Simple, 6 times 9.
Here, I'll show you:
Well first, you start off with the problem: 6 X 9
Then, you break it up: 6 = 1 plus 5 And 9 = 8 plus 1
So: 6 X 9 is equal to 1 plus 5 X 8 plus 1
Then, you just follow the rules of mathmatics. Multiplication first: 5 X 8 = 40
Then You add: 40 plus 1 plus 1 = 42
So you see, the entire fundementals of our universe is WRONG! For 6 X 9 does NOT equal 54, as always thought, but 42!!! ((oh, and sorry for all the written out plus signs. For some reason it wouldn't show up with the addition sign. ::glares at computer))---
And always remember, the mice rule the world.
eheeee....If any of you are confused...read Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy- - great book.
My daddy always answered everything I asked him with 42, so I forced myself to read it, and It's hilarious. Now I know, the ultimate answer. ::points to ears:: I even have earings that say 42. For it is the ultimate answer. ::nod nod::
ANYWAY! Whoever does the 42nd review, you are special! You are the ultimate reviewer of them all! For YOU have reviewed on number 42!!!!!!!!!!