It's been so long since I updated. I should be put in front of the firing squad and shot.
But that would just be stupid. This isn't exactly my favourite chapter to write, so it'll be short. The next one should be up very soon, though. I intended this chapter to be funny, but don't shoot me if it's not.
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Ginny awoke the next morning feeling refreshed, if not extremely curious as to the identity of the devil. She knew it was stupid, to be crushing on someone she didn't know the name of, but she felt it inside of her, like a burning she needed to quench with information. The light coming through the window made an orange diamond on her crumpled sheets, so she walked over to shut the curtain, all too conscious of the chilly tiles under her feet. Lauren stirred and opened her eyes.
"S'morning yet?" She asked no one in particular. "Wanna... ask around. Find out who that seventh-year was."
Or course. Ginny's heart nearly leapt at the possibilities. What stopped her from asking around? She didn't have particularly high hopes, though. The devil could be a strange murdering stalker, though. But her curiosity got the better of her, and so she dressed quickly and went down to the great hall. Sitting down next to Ron, she poured out a bowl of cereal and watched the milk jug lift from the table and pour itself into her bowl.
"Magic's made us lazy." She observed. "You wouldn't be able to survive one week without it, Ron."
"Yes, I would!" Ron said, putting his spoon down and waiting patiently for his bowl to sink down through the table to the kitchens below. Ginny laughed, and propositioned him.
"Ok. One week. No magic to do stuff for you, except maybe in classes. You get up early, go down to the kitchens and make your own breakfast. Make your own food. No brooms. And house-elves are against the rules, too."
Ron mulled it over. "If I win?"
"I'll do whatever you want, for a month."
"If I lose?"
"You have to streak the next Quidditch match."
Ron hesitated, closing his eyes. On a split second decision, he agreed, and shook Ginny's hand. "One week."
"Starting now."
Ron grimaced at the thought of losing magic for a week, then brightened. "I can make you do all sorts of funny stuff, Gin..."
"If you win, that is."
"Which I will!"
"What makes you so sure?"
"My inner goddess."
"You mean god."
"That's what I said."
"No, you said goddess."
"Why on earth would I say goddess?"
"Cos you're just a big woman's blouse."
"Am so not! I rock it up there with all the manly people!"
"Like...?"
Ron hesitated. "I am not going to dignify that with a response! I'm leaving, and I'm taking my manly friends with me!"
He turned, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he realised that Hermione was sitting next to him, not Harry.
"Manly!" He grunted, and Hermione spat out her pumpkin juice.
"What did you just call me?" She shrieked.
"Manly!" He repeated. Hermione's face contorted in an expression of unbridled fury, and she stood up and icily poured her chilly drink onto Ron's pants. He cringed, then ran out of the hall, making funny squeaking noises.
"Good one, Mione." Ginny said. "Couldn't have done it better myself. Oh, were you anywhere near a devil last night at the ball?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Who was it?"
"Why?"
"I just want to know."
"Did you dance with him?"
"Durrrrrr."
"Alright, the one in the devil's costume was Malfoy."
"WHAT?"
"You heard me."
"Oh god." Ginny said. At that moment, someone tapped Ginny on the shoulder, and she span around to come nose to nose with none other than Draco. Say something witty and cool, Ginny thought to herself, but words wouldn't come. "Irk!" She squeaked. Then she got her bearings, and formulated a coherent sentence. "What are you doing?"
"Dumbledore wants to see us in his office." He said. "Oh, and by the way... irk."
Ginny turned a dark beetroot colour and followed Draco out of the great hall.
But that would just be stupid. This isn't exactly my favourite chapter to write, so it'll be short. The next one should be up very soon, though. I intended this chapter to be funny, but don't shoot me if it's not.
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Ginny awoke the next morning feeling refreshed, if not extremely curious as to the identity of the devil. She knew it was stupid, to be crushing on someone she didn't know the name of, but she felt it inside of her, like a burning she needed to quench with information. The light coming through the window made an orange diamond on her crumpled sheets, so she walked over to shut the curtain, all too conscious of the chilly tiles under her feet. Lauren stirred and opened her eyes.
"S'morning yet?" She asked no one in particular. "Wanna... ask around. Find out who that seventh-year was."
Or course. Ginny's heart nearly leapt at the possibilities. What stopped her from asking around? She didn't have particularly high hopes, though. The devil could be a strange murdering stalker, though. But her curiosity got the better of her, and so she dressed quickly and went down to the great hall. Sitting down next to Ron, she poured out a bowl of cereal and watched the milk jug lift from the table and pour itself into her bowl.
"Magic's made us lazy." She observed. "You wouldn't be able to survive one week without it, Ron."
"Yes, I would!" Ron said, putting his spoon down and waiting patiently for his bowl to sink down through the table to the kitchens below. Ginny laughed, and propositioned him.
"Ok. One week. No magic to do stuff for you, except maybe in classes. You get up early, go down to the kitchens and make your own breakfast. Make your own food. No brooms. And house-elves are against the rules, too."
Ron mulled it over. "If I win?"
"I'll do whatever you want, for a month."
"If I lose?"
"You have to streak the next Quidditch match."
Ron hesitated, closing his eyes. On a split second decision, he agreed, and shook Ginny's hand. "One week."
"Starting now."
Ron grimaced at the thought of losing magic for a week, then brightened. "I can make you do all sorts of funny stuff, Gin..."
"If you win, that is."
"Which I will!"
"What makes you so sure?"
"My inner goddess."
"You mean god."
"That's what I said."
"No, you said goddess."
"Why on earth would I say goddess?"
"Cos you're just a big woman's blouse."
"Am so not! I rock it up there with all the manly people!"
"Like...?"
Ron hesitated. "I am not going to dignify that with a response! I'm leaving, and I'm taking my manly friends with me!"
He turned, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he realised that Hermione was sitting next to him, not Harry.
"Manly!" He grunted, and Hermione spat out her pumpkin juice.
"What did you just call me?" She shrieked.
"Manly!" He repeated. Hermione's face contorted in an expression of unbridled fury, and she stood up and icily poured her chilly drink onto Ron's pants. He cringed, then ran out of the hall, making funny squeaking noises.
"Good one, Mione." Ginny said. "Couldn't have done it better myself. Oh, were you anywhere near a devil last night at the ball?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Who was it?"
"Why?"
"I just want to know."
"Did you dance with him?"
"Durrrrrr."
"Alright, the one in the devil's costume was Malfoy."
"WHAT?"
"You heard me."
"Oh god." Ginny said. At that moment, someone tapped Ginny on the shoulder, and she span around to come nose to nose with none other than Draco. Say something witty and cool, Ginny thought to herself, but words wouldn't come. "Irk!" She squeaked. Then she got her bearings, and formulated a coherent sentence. "What are you doing?"
"Dumbledore wants to see us in his office." He said. "Oh, and by the way... irk."
Ginny turned a dark beetroot colour and followed Draco out of the great hall.
