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Title: Possible Impossiblities
Summary: I suck at summaires, so.yesh....let's see...ginny and draco end up going to the same summer camp that they were sent to beuz they had good grades in school (theyre smart...? lol...) anyway, GW/DM slash so...just warning you...
*G* =Ginny's thoughts
*D* =Draco's thoughts
*H*=Hermione's thoughts (you get the picture....)
(any other letter...you'll figure it out....)
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"I am very, very disappointed in both of you." The female counselor said, pacing back and forth in front of the two, her arms crossed over her chest. "I want you to identify the problem between yourselves and FIX it." She said sternly, stopping in front of them, glaring at them. The two just stared back at her like they hadn't even heard her. "Miss Parkinson," She said, sitting down at her desk opposite them. "Could you please explain to me why you decided to attack Miss Granger today in assembly?"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Cuz she's a stupid son of a-"
"Miss Parkinson, please make your response APPROPRIATE."
"Whatever....because I hate her."
"And why's that?"
"Because......just because."
Hermione could tell Pansy was less then ready to tell the counselor about her little *lake incident* with Malfoy. So Hermione decided to make it a little easier for her.
"It's because I saw her giving Draco Malfoy he-"
Pansy started coughing loudly, cutting Hermione off. The counselor was confused. She looked back and forth between the two- Hermione, glaring at Pansy, who was pretending to be going through some kind of sporatic coughing fit.
"Miss Parkinson, is there something you need to tell me?" The counselor, whom still hadn't told them her name yet, asked Pansy once she had finally stopped hacking.
Pansy's expression was one of sheer shock. Like a deer in the headlights of a Mercedes SUV- she'd been caught. "Uh...hmm....err...."
"Miss Parkinson."
Hermione tried not to let her statisfaction form a smirk on her face- but this was just too much. Pansy glared at her.
"Miss Parkinson I want to know what is going on right now." The counselor said sternly.
Pansy still remained silent.
"Miss Parkinson- now!"
"OKAY! I gave Draco Malfoy a fucking blow job, okay? You got a problem with that?!?" Pansy pulled a pack of cigarettes of the elastic of her shorts, pulling one out and lighting it with her wand. Horrified, the counselor grabbed the box of cigarettes and the one that was pressed between her lips, making them disappear with a wave of her wand.
"Miss Parkinson I think we have to have a little talk..." She said angrily, getting up and grabbing Pansy's shirt, gently pulling her from the room.
"Miss Granger," she said to Hermione when she reached the door. "You may leave."
***
"What happened in there?!" Ginny said, taking Hermione's arm as she emerged from the administrative building.
"Let's just say....Malfoy is going to have to find a new whore to service him from now on."
Ginny's mouth dropped open. "You ratted her out?!" Hermione nodded. "Well, really she ratted herself out, but, initially, yeah, I got that bitch put in her place."
***
Pansy wasn't seen at dinner that night- nor was Malfoy.
***
"Draco," said the Slytherin boys' counselor, Mark. "Tell me what's going on here."
Draco's expression remained blank. "She's my girlfriend."
"Does that give you two the right to be doing such things at such a young age of 16?"
"Why would we have to have a RIGHT? We can do what we want."
"Draco, I just wanted to make sure that's ALL you were doing.....IS that all?"
Draco smirked at him. "Wouldn't YOU like to know."
Mark sat back in his chair. Draco had been the most difficult one since the beginning of the summer. Always finding ways to get himself out of trouble, always arguing. Draco had already sat in that chair at least twenty times since camp started- for so many different reasons Mark couldn't even recall them all. Mostly being rude to administrators, disrupting assembly, food fights, and causing havoc in the Gryffindor boys' dorms. And, of course, he'd given Mark an attitude each and every incident. This was no different.
"Yes, I would. And you're not leaving until the truth is out."
Draco shifted in his chair. What was this shit?
"I guess we'll be here all night, then." Draco retalliated, smirking.
Mark nodded. "So be it."
***
Pansy was in tears in the mess hall the next morning. Draco walked in soon after her, noticed her crying, and walked hurriedly over to her, draping his arm around her and escorting her back out of the hall, the door closing behind them. They sat down on a bench, Pansy still sobbing. "What happened?" Draco said, pulling her hands from her tear-stained face. "What's wrong?"
"She....*sniff*....she...."
"She....who's she?"
"The counselor....*sniff*"
"What about her?"
"She...knows....about....it....us....and....*sniff*....she....told me....I was ...too....*sniff* young....and...."
"And...?"
"And....she...." Pansy looked over at him. "She owled...my *sniff* mother!"
Pansy broke down into tears, falling into Draco's arms. "They're supposed to *sniff* keep our meetings *sniff* confidential!"
Draco's heart had skipped a beat. He knew Pansy's mother would go straight to his father about it, and Draco would end up being brought home and given the whole "I expected more from you then this" and "You've really disappointed me" speech....once again. Pansy was terrified.
"My mother is going to *sniff* kill me." Pansy said, sitting back up and wiping her eyes. "She's gonna kill me, bring me back to *sniff* life, and kill me again."
"Don't worry about it, Pans. She can't control you."
"But she does control my shelter, and my food and clothing and my money! Dammit Dray, she's gonna put me out on the streets!"
"Pansy, cool it! It's not like your pregnant or anything."
Pansy didn't repsond, she just kept wiping her eyes.
"You AREN'T....are you?" Draco said nervously.
~*~
Cliff hanger.
MUhahahaha.
I'll update soon.
sara
Title: Possible Impossiblities
Summary: I suck at summaires, so.yesh....let's see...ginny and draco end up going to the same summer camp that they were sent to beuz they had good grades in school (theyre smart...? lol...) anyway, GW/DM slash so...just warning you...
*G* =Ginny's thoughts
*D* =Draco's thoughts
*H*=Hermione's thoughts (you get the picture....)
(any other letter...you'll figure it out....)
*************************************************************************************************************
"I am very, very disappointed in both of you." The female counselor said, pacing back and forth in front of the two, her arms crossed over her chest. "I want you to identify the problem between yourselves and FIX it." She said sternly, stopping in front of them, glaring at them. The two just stared back at her like they hadn't even heard her. "Miss Parkinson," She said, sitting down at her desk opposite them. "Could you please explain to me why you decided to attack Miss Granger today in assembly?"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Cuz she's a stupid son of a-"
"Miss Parkinson, please make your response APPROPRIATE."
"Whatever....because I hate her."
"And why's that?"
"Because......just because."
Hermione could tell Pansy was less then ready to tell the counselor about her little *lake incident* with Malfoy. So Hermione decided to make it a little easier for her.
"It's because I saw her giving Draco Malfoy he-"
Pansy started coughing loudly, cutting Hermione off. The counselor was confused. She looked back and forth between the two- Hermione, glaring at Pansy, who was pretending to be going through some kind of sporatic coughing fit.
"Miss Parkinson, is there something you need to tell me?" The counselor, whom still hadn't told them her name yet, asked Pansy once she had finally stopped hacking.
Pansy's expression was one of sheer shock. Like a deer in the headlights of a Mercedes SUV- she'd been caught. "Uh...hmm....err...."
"Miss Parkinson."
Hermione tried not to let her statisfaction form a smirk on her face- but this was just too much. Pansy glared at her.
"Miss Parkinson I want to know what is going on right now." The counselor said sternly.
Pansy still remained silent.
"Miss Parkinson- now!"
"OKAY! I gave Draco Malfoy a fucking blow job, okay? You got a problem with that?!?" Pansy pulled a pack of cigarettes of the elastic of her shorts, pulling one out and lighting it with her wand. Horrified, the counselor grabbed the box of cigarettes and the one that was pressed between her lips, making them disappear with a wave of her wand.
"Miss Parkinson I think we have to have a little talk..." She said angrily, getting up and grabbing Pansy's shirt, gently pulling her from the room.
"Miss Granger," she said to Hermione when she reached the door. "You may leave."
***
"What happened in there?!" Ginny said, taking Hermione's arm as she emerged from the administrative building.
"Let's just say....Malfoy is going to have to find a new whore to service him from now on."
Ginny's mouth dropped open. "You ratted her out?!" Hermione nodded. "Well, really she ratted herself out, but, initially, yeah, I got that bitch put in her place."
***
Pansy wasn't seen at dinner that night- nor was Malfoy.
***
"Draco," said the Slytherin boys' counselor, Mark. "Tell me what's going on here."
Draco's expression remained blank. "She's my girlfriend."
"Does that give you two the right to be doing such things at such a young age of 16?"
"Why would we have to have a RIGHT? We can do what we want."
"Draco, I just wanted to make sure that's ALL you were doing.....IS that all?"
Draco smirked at him. "Wouldn't YOU like to know."
Mark sat back in his chair. Draco had been the most difficult one since the beginning of the summer. Always finding ways to get himself out of trouble, always arguing. Draco had already sat in that chair at least twenty times since camp started- for so many different reasons Mark couldn't even recall them all. Mostly being rude to administrators, disrupting assembly, food fights, and causing havoc in the Gryffindor boys' dorms. And, of course, he'd given Mark an attitude each and every incident. This was no different.
"Yes, I would. And you're not leaving until the truth is out."
Draco shifted in his chair. What was this shit?
"I guess we'll be here all night, then." Draco retalliated, smirking.
Mark nodded. "So be it."
***
Pansy was in tears in the mess hall the next morning. Draco walked in soon after her, noticed her crying, and walked hurriedly over to her, draping his arm around her and escorting her back out of the hall, the door closing behind them. They sat down on a bench, Pansy still sobbing. "What happened?" Draco said, pulling her hands from her tear-stained face. "What's wrong?"
"She....*sniff*....she...."
"She....who's she?"
"The counselor....*sniff*"
"What about her?"
"She...knows....about....it....us....and....*sniff*....she....told me....I was ...too....*sniff* young....and...."
"And...?"
"And....she...." Pansy looked over at him. "She owled...my *sniff* mother!"
Pansy broke down into tears, falling into Draco's arms. "They're supposed to *sniff* keep our meetings *sniff* confidential!"
Draco's heart had skipped a beat. He knew Pansy's mother would go straight to his father about it, and Draco would end up being brought home and given the whole "I expected more from you then this" and "You've really disappointed me" speech....once again. Pansy was terrified.
"My mother is going to *sniff* kill me." Pansy said, sitting back up and wiping her eyes. "She's gonna kill me, bring me back to *sniff* life, and kill me again."
"Don't worry about it, Pans. She can't control you."
"But she does control my shelter, and my food and clothing and my money! Dammit Dray, she's gonna put me out on the streets!"
"Pansy, cool it! It's not like your pregnant or anything."
Pansy didn't repsond, she just kept wiping her eyes.
"You AREN'T....are you?" Draco said nervously.
~*~
Cliff hanger.
MUhahahaha.
I'll update soon.
sara