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"You didn't have to do that."
"Do what?"
"You know what."
"I am afraid I don't."
"You know -exactly- what; your just trying to be a pest."
"If I knew, I would appologize."
"Then appologize already!"
"Over what?"
"That kiss!"
There was silence. Shin, who had been putting items into a box, stood frozen to the spot. Fred, with his back to her, did not see this, and continued to pack things into another box.
They were both in the backroom, packing up some box orders that would be shipped out tomorrow to a place in Hogsmeade. To where, Fred and George wouldn't tell her, but that was the least bit of importance right now.
"Does it matter?" Shin asked quietly, continuing to pack up the things again.
"Yes," Fred snapped back. "George has been giving me the cold shoulder all day. Blimey, him and I haven't acted so different since you entered the shop! What are you doing, going around with Malfoy, seducing people, ruining their lifes, and then, maybe, taking their money? Is that it?"
"No," Shin shook her head, not that he could see, and walked out of the backroom.
"Then what!" Fred called at her, following her. She turned to meet his eyes, a solem expression on her face for once. Walking closer to Fred, never breaking eye contect, it seemed almost like she was glowing...
"It's an expression of thanks..." she murmured. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Fred heard himself say. He was becoming entranced by her voice, hypnotized by her eyes...
"For saying thank you," she said sadly. "You obviously did not appr-" Before she could finish the sentance, Fred had closed the small distance between them, and kissed her deeply. It was a shock to her, but she slowly responded, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Fred felt as if he were floating... he pulled her closer, but it didn't seem like close enough. His skin burned, his senses taken by her completely...
Then he woke up.
Looking around his room that he shared with George in the Borrow, sweat on his brow, he quickly found the clock hanging on the wall, which read '3:42am - Sleep Time!' on it's face. With a groan, he pushed himself up out of bed, and left his room making as little noise as possible.
Creeping down the stairs, he passed room after room of deep sleepers... Well, all except for one. He cringed as he stopped, looking at the stairs in front of him, and the door that they passed...
Ginny's room. She was an extremely light sleeper, and had been since her first year. And by rotten luck or coicidence, the stairs that creaked the most in the entire house, were infront of her room.
Taking a deep breathe, he walked down the steps, one by one, trying not to make much noise...
Creeeee...
He winched. He hadn't even put his full weight on the stair yet...
...eeeeeeak...
He paused, listening.
"Mornin'," a soft voice said. Fred sighed in frustration, his shoulder's slumping down in defeat.
"I tried to be quiet, honest," he swore, turning to look at Ginny, who smiled at him.
"It's alright," she whispered, coming out to join him. "I was awake anyways... what are you doing up?"
"Bad dream," he muttered, and continued down the stairs.
"Would you like to tell me about it?" Ginny asked, falling instep beside him; she looked at him up and down, smiling a knowing smile. The way his ears turned red, and his lack of answer, seemed to amuse her. "Ah... one of -those- bad dreams?"
"What do you mean, one of -those- bad dreams?" Fred whispered in as loud and as intimidating as he dared. "How many types of bad dreams are there!"
"Many," Ginny said, with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Would you like some hot cocoa?"
"Don't try to change the subject on me..."
"So no hot cocoa?"
Fred bit his lip... hot cocoa sounded -mighty- tempting... but Ginny just seemed so suspicious!
'Suspicious? She has nothing to he suspicious about!' Fred throught grumpily to himself.
"Yes please," he answered her, and went to sit at the table. Ginny entered the kitchen, and after a few minutes of looking through cupboards, broke the short silence.
"Come in here so we can talk," Ginny said to him, and he complied. They stayed in silence for awhile; Fred sitting on the counter, Ginny heating up milk for the hot cocoa.
Once they both had steaming mugs of cocoa, and Fred had conjured up some marshmellows and whipped cream, they sat on opposite counters, sipping their drinks.
"What of your dream?" Ginny asked cautiously.
"Nightmare," he corrected.
"What of your nightmare," she giggled.
"I don't see how this is amusing," he would of growled, but settled for a nice glare instead.
"It's very amusing," Ginny said easily. "You just haven't realised it."
"Oh? Enlighten me."
"You need a cold shower," Ginny said, the twinkle in her eyes returning.
"What?" Fred just blinked at her. Ginny laughed, and gestured to something in his lap. Fred looked, and immediately turned beat red. "I... um... well, you see-"
"No need to explain," Ginny giggled again, taking another sip of hot cocoa. There was whipped cream on her noise. "I supposed this is about that employee of your's? Shin is it?"
"Why would it be about her?" Fred said, a tad bit too quickly.
"I caught George in the same situation a week ago," Ginny answered simply. "So... you fancy her as well?"
"I do -not- fancy her!" Fred said loudly. There was a deadly silence for a few moments, as they both listened to make sure no one woke up. Only a few soft snores were heard; Fred continued. "She's bratty, inconciderate, and has both Dad -and- George wrapped around her baby toe! She's friends with Malfoy, which means she -must- be up to no good, and she is probably a Death Eater, and has placed Dad and George under spells to make them like her so much! I am -never-, -ever- going to fancy someone like -that-."
Ginny just stared at him, shaking her head. "Your parinoid," she muttered, sipping her drink again. "She can't be -that- bad..."
"Wanna bet?" Fred snorted out, getting whipped cream all around his mouth with his next sip.
"How 'bout I come to your guys' work tomorrow?" Ginny offered. "Better yet, I'll get her to come with me to get a few things I've been meaning to buy out and around Diagon Ally... sound like a deal?"
Fred thought over this, stroking his chin as he sipped his hot cocoa. Looking up at her with a grin, he stuck out his hand, which she shook.
"Deal."
-
Across countless miles and magical barriers of all sorts Shin sat at a windowsill, her legs dangling outside, watching the sky for shooting stars.
"Mmm... wha' chu doin' up?" a voice said sleepily from behind her. Draco leaned against the windowsill, and looked up at the sky as well.
"Looking at the stars," Shin said softly. Goosebumps covered her arms, but it wasn't from the cold. She shivvered.
"You cold?" Draco asked softly. She shook her head. "What's wrong?"
"Avalon calls," Shin muttered. "They want me back..."
"Avalon?"
"Home..." Shin answered. "My home."
"Oh..." hapazordly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to his chest. "Nuh-uh, they're not taking you back... you need to save me from the big bad Death Eaters, 'member?"
"Yeah, I remember," Shin nodded. With one last look at the sky, she came back inside, and shut the window. Leaning into Draco's embrace, she closed her eyes. "Your staying with me tomorrow."
"What?"
"Your staying with me tomorrow... all day. I can't risk you getting hurt again."
"But... one of your bosses sort of... hate me. Remember?"
"So? They're going to have to learn to deal with you, because your going to be hanging around a lot more."
They lasped into silence, Shin obviously uncomfortable. Something, or someone, was on her mind.
"Lets dance," Draco muttered, after almost fifteen minutes of just standing there. She looked up at him, crimson meeting silver.
"What?" she asked, confused. He smiled.
"You said you would teach me... so lets dance." And she smiled. A huge, beautiful smile that lit up her feature better then anything else.
And they danced.
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"Good morning!" Shin said in high spirits the next morning as she entered the Weasley Twins' shop. Fred glared at her from behind the counter, while George just beamed.
"G'morning," Draco said in a more of a lazy drawl, entering the shop behind her. When he entered, Fred's ears went scarlet with fury. Before he could open his mouth to insult the blond boy, a voice came from the back.
"Fred, have you seen my wand? I'm sure I brought it with me..."
"Who's here?" Shin asked, trying to sound innocently curious, though Draco knew she was worried. Just stepping into the place, magic prickled at his skin. Fred and George would be used to it, of course, because they were in here a lot, and Shin wouldn't of placed all the charms on them and the shop at once, but anyone from outside would be reminded stiffly of the air withing 'Ollivander's'.
"Our sister," Fred and George said at once, both of them with smiles.
"Wait til you meet her-" George started.
"-you'll love her!-" Fred continued, seeming to forget that he hated Shin.
"-Got a firey temper though-"
"-like our mum-"
"-You two'll get alone great!" they finished together, as a red haired girl walked out of the backroom. She seemed to have found her wand, and was tucking it into her pocket, when she noticed Shin.
"So your Shin?" she said immediately, with a discrete smile. "Ah... I've heard all about you! The 'rumours' were right, you are gorgeous."
"Thank you," Shin blushed prettily, and to anyone who was looking, George's ears turned red... "But really, you should not be talking. Simply look in a mirror and you would see beauty!" The red-head blushed as well, looking down to the ground with a smile.
"If you two are quite done flirting," Draco said boredly, looking around the shop. "I Still need to-"
"Your -not- changing my mind," Shin interrupted him. "So sit down and shut up 'Drakie-poo'." The girl laughed, and dispite their efforts not too, so did Fred and George.
"Awe... Dwakie-poo loose his bottle?" Fred said teasingly.
"You be quiet too, 'Freddie-boy'," Shin said, turning on him. Almost instantly, Fred shut up, his ears turning beat red.
"I'm Ginny," the girl said, still giggling. "I was brought here to steal you away and force you to come with me while I buy things."
"Oh swell," Draco interrupted. "Now I get to -babysit-." Ginny looked hurt at the comment, but didn't rise up to it.
"So... shall we go now, or in ten minutes?"
"We'll leave as soon as Draco has appologized," Shin said simply, with a beautiful smile plastered on her lips. "Until then, I'll be in the back room... I believe theres some boxes that need to be packed?"
Without awaiting an answer, she went to the backroom, leaving a dumbstruck Draco behind.
"Sorry," he muttered under his breathe.
"Great, I'll go fetch Shin," Fred said dryly, moving to the backroom as well. Ginny just stood there, staring at him.
"You shouldn't say stuff that you don't mean," she said pointedly. "I understand that you ha-"
"I don't hate you," Draco interrupted her. George, grinning, wished he had a muggle tape-recorder. "I just... it's a habit."
"Oh, so it's a habit for you to make fun of those less fortunate then you?" Ginny snapped at him. "Or to tease someone because of their appearance?"
"It's not like I -wanted- to act that way!" Draco snapped back, glaring.
"If you did not -want- to act like that, then you wouldn't of acted like that!" Ginny yelled.
"You have no fucking clue what sort of hell I've had to go through!" he exploded. "Do -not- try and tell me how I should and shouldn't of acted if I never hated you! You have -no-. -Fucking-. -Clue-!"
Without another word, he turned, and left the shop.
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"You didn't have to do that."
"Do what?"
"You know what."
"I am afraid I don't."
"You know -exactly- what; your just trying to be a pest."
"If I knew, I would appologize."
"Then appologize already!"
"Over what?"
"That kiss!"
There was silence. Shin, who had been putting items into a box, stood frozen to the spot. Fred, with his back to her, did not see this, and continued to pack things into another box.
They were both in the backroom, packing up some box orders that would be shipped out tomorrow to a place in Hogsmeade. To where, Fred and George wouldn't tell her, but that was the least bit of importance right now.
"Does it matter?" Shin asked quietly, continuing to pack up the things again.
"Yes," Fred snapped back. "George has been giving me the cold shoulder all day. Blimey, him and I haven't acted so different since you entered the shop! What are you doing, going around with Malfoy, seducing people, ruining their lifes, and then, maybe, taking their money? Is that it?"
"No," Shin shook her head, not that he could see, and walked out of the backroom.
"Then what!" Fred called at her, following her. She turned to meet his eyes, a solem expression on her face for once. Walking closer to Fred, never breaking eye contect, it seemed almost like she was glowing...
"It's an expression of thanks..." she murmured. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Fred heard himself say. He was becoming entranced by her voice, hypnotized by her eyes...
"For saying thank you," she said sadly. "You obviously did not appr-" Before she could finish the sentance, Fred had closed the small distance between them, and kissed her deeply. It was a shock to her, but she slowly responded, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Fred felt as if he were floating... he pulled her closer, but it didn't seem like close enough. His skin burned, his senses taken by her completely...
Then he woke up.
Looking around his room that he shared with George in the Borrow, sweat on his brow, he quickly found the clock hanging on the wall, which read '3:42am - Sleep Time!' on it's face. With a groan, he pushed himself up out of bed, and left his room making as little noise as possible.
Creeping down the stairs, he passed room after room of deep sleepers... Well, all except for one. He cringed as he stopped, looking at the stairs in front of him, and the door that they passed...
Ginny's room. She was an extremely light sleeper, and had been since her first year. And by rotten luck or coicidence, the stairs that creaked the most in the entire house, were infront of her room.
Taking a deep breathe, he walked down the steps, one by one, trying not to make much noise...
Creeeee...
He winched. He hadn't even put his full weight on the stair yet...
...eeeeeeak...
He paused, listening.
"Mornin'," a soft voice said. Fred sighed in frustration, his shoulder's slumping down in defeat.
"I tried to be quiet, honest," he swore, turning to look at Ginny, who smiled at him.
"It's alright," she whispered, coming out to join him. "I was awake anyways... what are you doing up?"
"Bad dream," he muttered, and continued down the stairs.
"Would you like to tell me about it?" Ginny asked, falling instep beside him; she looked at him up and down, smiling a knowing smile. The way his ears turned red, and his lack of answer, seemed to amuse her. "Ah... one of -those- bad dreams?"
"What do you mean, one of -those- bad dreams?" Fred whispered in as loud and as intimidating as he dared. "How many types of bad dreams are there!"
"Many," Ginny said, with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Would you like some hot cocoa?"
"Don't try to change the subject on me..."
"So no hot cocoa?"
Fred bit his lip... hot cocoa sounded -mighty- tempting... but Ginny just seemed so suspicious!
'Suspicious? She has nothing to he suspicious about!' Fred throught grumpily to himself.
"Yes please," he answered her, and went to sit at the table. Ginny entered the kitchen, and after a few minutes of looking through cupboards, broke the short silence.
"Come in here so we can talk," Ginny said to him, and he complied. They stayed in silence for awhile; Fred sitting on the counter, Ginny heating up milk for the hot cocoa.
Once they both had steaming mugs of cocoa, and Fred had conjured up some marshmellows and whipped cream, they sat on opposite counters, sipping their drinks.
"What of your dream?" Ginny asked cautiously.
"Nightmare," he corrected.
"What of your nightmare," she giggled.
"I don't see how this is amusing," he would of growled, but settled for a nice glare instead.
"It's very amusing," Ginny said easily. "You just haven't realised it."
"Oh? Enlighten me."
"You need a cold shower," Ginny said, the twinkle in her eyes returning.
"What?" Fred just blinked at her. Ginny laughed, and gestured to something in his lap. Fred looked, and immediately turned beat red. "I... um... well, you see-"
"No need to explain," Ginny giggled again, taking another sip of hot cocoa. There was whipped cream on her noise. "I supposed this is about that employee of your's? Shin is it?"
"Why would it be about her?" Fred said, a tad bit too quickly.
"I caught George in the same situation a week ago," Ginny answered simply. "So... you fancy her as well?"
"I do -not- fancy her!" Fred said loudly. There was a deadly silence for a few moments, as they both listened to make sure no one woke up. Only a few soft snores were heard; Fred continued. "She's bratty, inconciderate, and has both Dad -and- George wrapped around her baby toe! She's friends with Malfoy, which means she -must- be up to no good, and she is probably a Death Eater, and has placed Dad and George under spells to make them like her so much! I am -never-, -ever- going to fancy someone like -that-."
Ginny just stared at him, shaking her head. "Your parinoid," she muttered, sipping her drink again. "She can't be -that- bad..."
"Wanna bet?" Fred snorted out, getting whipped cream all around his mouth with his next sip.
"How 'bout I come to your guys' work tomorrow?" Ginny offered. "Better yet, I'll get her to come with me to get a few things I've been meaning to buy out and around Diagon Ally... sound like a deal?"
Fred thought over this, stroking his chin as he sipped his hot cocoa. Looking up at her with a grin, he stuck out his hand, which she shook.
"Deal."
-
Across countless miles and magical barriers of all sorts Shin sat at a windowsill, her legs dangling outside, watching the sky for shooting stars.
"Mmm... wha' chu doin' up?" a voice said sleepily from behind her. Draco leaned against the windowsill, and looked up at the sky as well.
"Looking at the stars," Shin said softly. Goosebumps covered her arms, but it wasn't from the cold. She shivvered.
"You cold?" Draco asked softly. She shook her head. "What's wrong?"
"Avalon calls," Shin muttered. "They want me back..."
"Avalon?"
"Home..." Shin answered. "My home."
"Oh..." hapazordly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to his chest. "Nuh-uh, they're not taking you back... you need to save me from the big bad Death Eaters, 'member?"
"Yeah, I remember," Shin nodded. With one last look at the sky, she came back inside, and shut the window. Leaning into Draco's embrace, she closed her eyes. "Your staying with me tomorrow."
"What?"
"Your staying with me tomorrow... all day. I can't risk you getting hurt again."
"But... one of your bosses sort of... hate me. Remember?"
"So? They're going to have to learn to deal with you, because your going to be hanging around a lot more."
They lasped into silence, Shin obviously uncomfortable. Something, or someone, was on her mind.
"Lets dance," Draco muttered, after almost fifteen minutes of just standing there. She looked up at him, crimson meeting silver.
"What?" she asked, confused. He smiled.
"You said you would teach me... so lets dance." And she smiled. A huge, beautiful smile that lit up her feature better then anything else.
And they danced.
-
"Good morning!" Shin said in high spirits the next morning as she entered the Weasley Twins' shop. Fred glared at her from behind the counter, while George just beamed.
"G'morning," Draco said in a more of a lazy drawl, entering the shop behind her. When he entered, Fred's ears went scarlet with fury. Before he could open his mouth to insult the blond boy, a voice came from the back.
"Fred, have you seen my wand? I'm sure I brought it with me..."
"Who's here?" Shin asked, trying to sound innocently curious, though Draco knew she was worried. Just stepping into the place, magic prickled at his skin. Fred and George would be used to it, of course, because they were in here a lot, and Shin wouldn't of placed all the charms on them and the shop at once, but anyone from outside would be reminded stiffly of the air withing 'Ollivander's'.
"Our sister," Fred and George said at once, both of them with smiles.
"Wait til you meet her-" George started.
"-you'll love her!-" Fred continued, seeming to forget that he hated Shin.
"-Got a firey temper though-"
"-like our mum-"
"-You two'll get alone great!" they finished together, as a red haired girl walked out of the backroom. She seemed to have found her wand, and was tucking it into her pocket, when she noticed Shin.
"So your Shin?" she said immediately, with a discrete smile. "Ah... I've heard all about you! The 'rumours' were right, you are gorgeous."
"Thank you," Shin blushed prettily, and to anyone who was looking, George's ears turned red... "But really, you should not be talking. Simply look in a mirror and you would see beauty!" The red-head blushed as well, looking down to the ground with a smile.
"If you two are quite done flirting," Draco said boredly, looking around the shop. "I Still need to-"
"Your -not- changing my mind," Shin interrupted him. "So sit down and shut up 'Drakie-poo'." The girl laughed, and dispite their efforts not too, so did Fred and George.
"Awe... Dwakie-poo loose his bottle?" Fred said teasingly.
"You be quiet too, 'Freddie-boy'," Shin said, turning on him. Almost instantly, Fred shut up, his ears turning beat red.
"I'm Ginny," the girl said, still giggling. "I was brought here to steal you away and force you to come with me while I buy things."
"Oh swell," Draco interrupted. "Now I get to -babysit-." Ginny looked hurt at the comment, but didn't rise up to it.
"So... shall we go now, or in ten minutes?"
"We'll leave as soon as Draco has appologized," Shin said simply, with a beautiful smile plastered on her lips. "Until then, I'll be in the back room... I believe theres some boxes that need to be packed?"
Without awaiting an answer, she went to the backroom, leaving a dumbstruck Draco behind.
"Sorry," he muttered under his breathe.
"Great, I'll go fetch Shin," Fred said dryly, moving to the backroom as well. Ginny just stood there, staring at him.
"You shouldn't say stuff that you don't mean," she said pointedly. "I understand that you ha-"
"I don't hate you," Draco interrupted her. George, grinning, wished he had a muggle tape-recorder. "I just... it's a habit."
"Oh, so it's a habit for you to make fun of those less fortunate then you?" Ginny snapped at him. "Or to tease someone because of their appearance?"
"It's not like I -wanted- to act that way!" Draco snapped back, glaring.
"If you did not -want- to act like that, then you wouldn't of acted like that!" Ginny yelled.
"You have no fucking clue what sort of hell I've had to go through!" he exploded. "Do -not- try and tell me how I should and shouldn't of acted if I never hated you! You have -no-. -Fucking-. -Clue-!"
Without another word, he turned, and left the shop.