Chapter of the season. Not really. Just some chapter three.
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Ash night: Thanks for reviewing, Ginny's a curious little monkey. But what kind of a D/G fic would this be if Ginny died in chapter three, with no mention of Draco yet? That's just thilly. I'll be sure to have a lovely day, especially since I probably only have about 5 waking hours left in the day =) =) =)
"That's not funny." Ginny said seriously.
"That is good, it was not supposed to imply humour." Fred said in a very queer, excessively British accent.
"This is stupid, I'm leaving," Ginny said, walking towards the door, but Fred and George held out their arms to stop her from exiting. "Let me go through."
George opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the loud banging noise of the door being thrown open. Their heads spun toward the scene of the noise.
"Fred... George... Gin?" Came the voice of their mother calling them from downstairs. Fred waggled a finger dangerously at Ginny.
"Next time, little one, next time... in the meanwhile, we have a prank to pull."
Fred and George clapped their hands simultaneously. There was a dull thundering sound from the top of the house, and a droplet of something wet fell onto Ginny's shoulder.
Then the water came. A massive torrent of pale blue liquid floored down the stairs, knocking the three flying as it continued on its path toward the living room. They were submerged in the stuff. Ginny glared angrily at the twins underwater, who grinned manically and gave her a violent thumbs up. Ginny was holding her breath, but her poor lungs could only hold so much air when she had but a fraction of a second to suck enough in before she was underwater. Her head was swimming; every muscle in her body yearned for oxygen, she thought she was about to die. She finally gave in to what her aching body was telling her, she gasped in the water.
Except it wasn't water. It was air.
'What?' She thought, confusedly. 'Since when is there air underwater?'
She drew her hands up to her face and stared at them. There was a kind of rim around them, about an inch where there was no water. She looked down at herself. There was a sort of coating around her whole body, like a space suit an inch thick. She sucked in the air encompassing her appreciatively and grinned. She tried to kick her way to the surface, but it was as if there was a covering on the surface. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her head above the water. She swam downstairs angrily and pushed open the living room door, which, she noticed, also had an air coating.
She saw her mother trying not to float away as she yelled at Fred and George, who were grinning ear to ear. She saw Ron, doing somersaults, obviously enjoying himself immensely. She saw Percy, trying desperately to look stern when Fred and George had deliberately left out some of the air pocket on his pants, so it looked as if he had wet himself. She saw Mr. Weasley, looking around vaguely. She saw Charlie, watching Mrs. Weasley work herself up. But there was a girl floating with Charlie, looking embarrassed to be present when Mrs. Weasley was yelling. Ginny had never seen this girl before. She had a foreign look about her; her short brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Flooding the house! You wait until this wears off... It does wear off, right?" Mrs Weasley trailed off, looking apprehensive at the couch.
"Don't worry, mum." Fred said, then George chimed in.
"It should have drained off in about twenty minutes," George said. "Don't worry, the floor, walls, and furniture are safe from water damage."
Mrs. Weasley looked relieved. "That's... good. Now you go, uh... de-gnome the garden!"
"Did that already, mum, you made us do that when you found out me and George filled Snape's store room with dung beetles."
"Well... do something productive, and don't stop until dinnertime!"
"Will do, mother dearest!" Fred said, glancing at his watch. Ginny followed the example and looked at hers. It was 5pm. Only another hour until dinner. She grinned and swam over to Ron, who had tired of his underwater acrobatics and was now floating aimlessly around.
"Harry and Hermione staying this summer?" She asked. Although her brothers kept her company, she needed a girl friend to chat to, as you couldn't well ask Fred or George what they thought of the boy in Ravenclaw who she liked. Desperate for someone to talk to, she had asked Percy that, and he looked scandalised.
"What year is he in?" He demanded.
"Uh... he just came out of sixth year."
"Too old for you. You're only eleven."
"I'm fifteen, Percy." She had answered lazily. She was used to this kind of age-muddle.
"No!" He had said forcefully. "You'll always be eleven!"
At which point, Ginny had sighed and left the room. She had no need for Percy's kind of disposition. This was why she needed for Hermione to be here, someone who was not part of her school posse, who wouldn't judge her, wouldn't look down on her for being younger, she would just listen.
"Yeah, they're coming a week from Sunday." Ron said, going back to his acrobatics. After a near miss between his foot and her head, she drifted off towards Percy.
"Percy, really, you should learn to use the toilet."
Percy's ears went beet red and stiffened noticeably. "Ginny, I don't think it's wise for a young, impressionable girl like you to be cavorting around, heightening Fred and George's pranks like this."
"Oh, don't worry," She said, trying to sound carefree, "The humour of those pants cannot possibly be heightened any further."
The colour in Percy's ears travelled down to the rest of his face like a disease, turning him the colour of a traffic light.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"No." She said, but decided against tormenting him anymore. He had been rather touchy and easy to offend since he came home, and he might take her teasing the wrong way. She flipped over to Charlie and the girl, grinning.
"Hi Charlie!" She said, smiling at them both. "How's things?"
"Oh, ok," He said. "This is Zoe, she's... well, I'll tell you more when this water dries up."
Ginny grinned at Zoe, who smiled cautiously back. She was not ically beautiful, but she had a friendly aura about her that made Ginny start to like her immediately.
"Hi." She said. She felt her toes touch the floor, and realised that the water was drying up sooner than Fred and George had said. Pretty soon, her head was above the water, and the family (minus Fred and George) walked into the kitchen, the water now just below Ginny's chest.
"Hello, Ginny, how was your time with those dratted boys?" Mrs. Weasley asked her as she entered.
"Alright." Ginny mumbled. Now that she was out from underwater, she was shy and unwilling to draw attention to herself in front of a stranger.
"Dear, you must introduce Zoe properly." Mrs. Weasley said warmly to Charlie, who cleared his throat.
"Well, ah, I was in Russia, with dragons, you know, and Zoe had just started, and so she needed a bit of help, and so we're... pretty good friends now." He ended, rather lamely.
"Very nice, very nice." Mrs. Weasley said. "Zoe will be staying with us until she goes back to Russia with Charlie."
Ginny nodded. "Yeah." The water was at her waist now, and rapidly draining off. She vaguely thought of going upstairs to get away from the water, but when she got to the stairs, she found that the water continued at a constant height up the stairs, staying the same level on the floor above. She sighed.
"Gin, can you please show Zoe her room?" Mrs. Weasley said. "She'll be staying in your room with you and Hermione."
"Alright mum," She said, leading Zoe up the stairs. "So, are you and Charlie... you know, an item?"
Zoe laughed. "I doubt your mother would let me stay here if we were. I wouldn't if I were her."
"Ah." Ginny said, stuck for something to say. Zoe spoke fluent English but had a pronounced Russian accent.
"I mean, he's a great guy, lots of fun to be around, and absolutely great with those big dragons, but... yeah. I guess it sounds kind of weird to hear someone talking about your brother like this."
"Oh, not at all." Said Ginny. "It's better than listening to Fred and George plot against the family."
"They what?" Zoe asked. "That's very scary!"
"Oh, no really bad stuff, just pranks and stuff. Like that water thing. I didn't know I had air around me until I almost went unconscious, I eventually had to breathe."
"Yes, I was very surprised... well... surprised isn't the word... more scared out of my wits when I saw a near tidal wave coming towards me."
Ginny laughed, and dragged Zoe's bag into her room.
"I hope we can be good friends, Ginny." Zoe said. "Perhaps we can go shopping sometime?"
"Why would we want to do that?" Ginny asked, confused. "Mum takes me shopping for school stuff."
"Oh... I'm muggle born. It's like, going to a muggle shopping place, and just... buying things. Like clothes, or makeup, or things like that. It's like, how girls bond. If that makes any sense."
"I don't really get it, but it sounds interesting. I'd like that."
There you have it! I hope I kept the canon characters... well, in character. And as for Zoe, I'm trying desperately not to make her a MarySue. She won't be the main character, don't worry.
Emaleth84: Thanks for the review, I'm trying to update as soon as possible.
Georgethegreen: Thanks for reviewing, but I've never read it, so I'm not sure if you were complimenting or criticising...
Ash night: Thanks for reviewing, Ginny's a curious little monkey. But what kind of a D/G fic would this be if Ginny died in chapter three, with no mention of Draco yet? That's just thilly. I'll be sure to have a lovely day, especially since I probably only have about 5 waking hours left in the day =) =) =)
"That's not funny." Ginny said seriously.
"That is good, it was not supposed to imply humour." Fred said in a very queer, excessively British accent.
"This is stupid, I'm leaving," Ginny said, walking towards the door, but Fred and George held out their arms to stop her from exiting. "Let me go through."
George opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the loud banging noise of the door being thrown open. Their heads spun toward the scene of the noise.
"Fred... George... Gin?" Came the voice of their mother calling them from downstairs. Fred waggled a finger dangerously at Ginny.
"Next time, little one, next time... in the meanwhile, we have a prank to pull."
Fred and George clapped their hands simultaneously. There was a dull thundering sound from the top of the house, and a droplet of something wet fell onto Ginny's shoulder.
Then the water came. A massive torrent of pale blue liquid floored down the stairs, knocking the three flying as it continued on its path toward the living room. They were submerged in the stuff. Ginny glared angrily at the twins underwater, who grinned manically and gave her a violent thumbs up. Ginny was holding her breath, but her poor lungs could only hold so much air when she had but a fraction of a second to suck enough in before she was underwater. Her head was swimming; every muscle in her body yearned for oxygen, she thought she was about to die. She finally gave in to what her aching body was telling her, she gasped in the water.
Except it wasn't water. It was air.
'What?' She thought, confusedly. 'Since when is there air underwater?'
She drew her hands up to her face and stared at them. There was a kind of rim around them, about an inch where there was no water. She looked down at herself. There was a sort of coating around her whole body, like a space suit an inch thick. She sucked in the air encompassing her appreciatively and grinned. She tried to kick her way to the surface, but it was as if there was a covering on the surface. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her head above the water. She swam downstairs angrily and pushed open the living room door, which, she noticed, also had an air coating.
She saw her mother trying not to float away as she yelled at Fred and George, who were grinning ear to ear. She saw Ron, doing somersaults, obviously enjoying himself immensely. She saw Percy, trying desperately to look stern when Fred and George had deliberately left out some of the air pocket on his pants, so it looked as if he had wet himself. She saw Mr. Weasley, looking around vaguely. She saw Charlie, watching Mrs. Weasley work herself up. But there was a girl floating with Charlie, looking embarrassed to be present when Mrs. Weasley was yelling. Ginny had never seen this girl before. She had a foreign look about her; her short brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Flooding the house! You wait until this wears off... It does wear off, right?" Mrs Weasley trailed off, looking apprehensive at the couch.
"Don't worry, mum." Fred said, then George chimed in.
"It should have drained off in about twenty minutes," George said. "Don't worry, the floor, walls, and furniture are safe from water damage."
Mrs. Weasley looked relieved. "That's... good. Now you go, uh... de-gnome the garden!"
"Did that already, mum, you made us do that when you found out me and George filled Snape's store room with dung beetles."
"Well... do something productive, and don't stop until dinnertime!"
"Will do, mother dearest!" Fred said, glancing at his watch. Ginny followed the example and looked at hers. It was 5pm. Only another hour until dinner. She grinned and swam over to Ron, who had tired of his underwater acrobatics and was now floating aimlessly around.
"Harry and Hermione staying this summer?" She asked. Although her brothers kept her company, she needed a girl friend to chat to, as you couldn't well ask Fred or George what they thought of the boy in Ravenclaw who she liked. Desperate for someone to talk to, she had asked Percy that, and he looked scandalised.
"What year is he in?" He demanded.
"Uh... he just came out of sixth year."
"Too old for you. You're only eleven."
"I'm fifteen, Percy." She had answered lazily. She was used to this kind of age-muddle.
"No!" He had said forcefully. "You'll always be eleven!"
At which point, Ginny had sighed and left the room. She had no need for Percy's kind of disposition. This was why she needed for Hermione to be here, someone who was not part of her school posse, who wouldn't judge her, wouldn't look down on her for being younger, she would just listen.
"Yeah, they're coming a week from Sunday." Ron said, going back to his acrobatics. After a near miss between his foot and her head, she drifted off towards Percy.
"Percy, really, you should learn to use the toilet."
Percy's ears went beet red and stiffened noticeably. "Ginny, I don't think it's wise for a young, impressionable girl like you to be cavorting around, heightening Fred and George's pranks like this."
"Oh, don't worry," She said, trying to sound carefree, "The humour of those pants cannot possibly be heightened any further."
The colour in Percy's ears travelled down to the rest of his face like a disease, turning him the colour of a traffic light.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"No." She said, but decided against tormenting him anymore. He had been rather touchy and easy to offend since he came home, and he might take her teasing the wrong way. She flipped over to Charlie and the girl, grinning.
"Hi Charlie!" She said, smiling at them both. "How's things?"
"Oh, ok," He said. "This is Zoe, she's... well, I'll tell you more when this water dries up."
Ginny grinned at Zoe, who smiled cautiously back. She was not ically beautiful, but she had a friendly aura about her that made Ginny start to like her immediately.
"Hi." She said. She felt her toes touch the floor, and realised that the water was drying up sooner than Fred and George had said. Pretty soon, her head was above the water, and the family (minus Fred and George) walked into the kitchen, the water now just below Ginny's chest.
"Hello, Ginny, how was your time with those dratted boys?" Mrs. Weasley asked her as she entered.
"Alright." Ginny mumbled. Now that she was out from underwater, she was shy and unwilling to draw attention to herself in front of a stranger.
"Dear, you must introduce Zoe properly." Mrs. Weasley said warmly to Charlie, who cleared his throat.
"Well, ah, I was in Russia, with dragons, you know, and Zoe had just started, and so she needed a bit of help, and so we're... pretty good friends now." He ended, rather lamely.
"Very nice, very nice." Mrs. Weasley said. "Zoe will be staying with us until she goes back to Russia with Charlie."
Ginny nodded. "Yeah." The water was at her waist now, and rapidly draining off. She vaguely thought of going upstairs to get away from the water, but when she got to the stairs, she found that the water continued at a constant height up the stairs, staying the same level on the floor above. She sighed.
"Gin, can you please show Zoe her room?" Mrs. Weasley said. "She'll be staying in your room with you and Hermione."
"Alright mum," She said, leading Zoe up the stairs. "So, are you and Charlie... you know, an item?"
Zoe laughed. "I doubt your mother would let me stay here if we were. I wouldn't if I were her."
"Ah." Ginny said, stuck for something to say. Zoe spoke fluent English but had a pronounced Russian accent.
"I mean, he's a great guy, lots of fun to be around, and absolutely great with those big dragons, but... yeah. I guess it sounds kind of weird to hear someone talking about your brother like this."
"Oh, not at all." Said Ginny. "It's better than listening to Fred and George plot against the family."
"They what?" Zoe asked. "That's very scary!"
"Oh, no really bad stuff, just pranks and stuff. Like that water thing. I didn't know I had air around me until I almost went unconscious, I eventually had to breathe."
"Yes, I was very surprised... well... surprised isn't the word... more scared out of my wits when I saw a near tidal wave coming towards me."
Ginny laughed, and dragged Zoe's bag into her room.
"I hope we can be good friends, Ginny." Zoe said. "Perhaps we can go shopping sometime?"
"Why would we want to do that?" Ginny asked, confused. "Mum takes me shopping for school stuff."
"Oh... I'm muggle born. It's like, going to a muggle shopping place, and just... buying things. Like clothes, or makeup, or things like that. It's like, how girls bond. If that makes any sense."
"I don't really get it, but it sounds interesting. I'd like that."
There you have it! I hope I kept the canon characters... well, in character. And as for Zoe, I'm trying desperately not to make her a MarySue. She won't be the main character, don't worry.
