BabyDex: You don't know me, but I know you
Rogue: You can't throw me, but I'll throw you
BabyDex: What's your problem? Do you know who I am?
Rogue: You got money problems? Man, I ain't yo' Uncle Sam
BabyDex: Do you know me like you say you do?
Rogue: You don't know me. What you sayin' ain't true.
BabyDex: I got yo' shit. Do you got mine?
Rogue: You best go get it, you runnin' outta time.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS MINE.
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12:00 PM July 6, 2006
[Redwall Castle, Mount Mafioso – Dangerwood, Westside Kyrie – Central
RogueWorld]
He stared at her sadly. His blue-gray eyes were apologizing in unspoken words. His long ice-blonde hair whipped in the winds that conveyed his feelings in the form of soft and gentle, and yet strong gusts of wind. The wind blew which ever way, causing the field of white and red roses to flutter about in a whirlpool.
Roses. They always seemed to be his flower of choice for her on every occasion, no matter what had happened. Especially the red and white ones. That's why she loved them so much.
He tried again to say something, but the words didn't seem to come out right. She didn't think he'd ever apologize, but then he sang to her.
I could say a thousand things to you
But would you hear them?
I could sing a thousand songs for you
But would you listen?
I could dream a million dreams for you
But would you dream them with me?
Or would you rather we just stay friends?
I could be your everything and nothing
Would you even care?
I know of a thousand beautiful things
But none of them like your hair
I could think of a million women
And none could compare
Or would you rather we just stay friends?
Do you care about me
The way I'll always care about you
Would you share with me
The things I'd love to share with you
Will you always be there
The way I'll always be there for you
Or would you rather we just stay friends?
I could apologize a million times
For all the things I've done
Would you forgive me? Would you dare to let me
Be your only one
Would you take that chance
And let me be your man
Or would you rather we just stay friends?
He stopped singing and looked her in the eyes. His eyes pleaded with hers to forgive him.
Before she could say anything, the alarm clock went off. Her dream, his song, his wonderful, beautiful face all gone because of that wretched alarm clock. She glared at it from her upright position in bed.
"DAMN YOU, YOU WRETCHED ALARM CLOCK FROM HELL!" she screamed as she threw a fireball at the accursed thing. Instead of burning to ashes like it should have, it exploded.
Why did it explode? She thought. Firebreeds make things burn, we don't make things explode. That's for Explosives. I'm not an Explosive, I'm a Firebreed. Then why did it explode?
Before she could figure it out, her older sister, Calina walked in. Calina looked at the wreckage and then cocked an eyebrow at her sister.
"When did you become an Explosive?" she asked. "Jeez, Gin, you've only been here for a couple of hours and you've already gained a new power."
"When did we get into RogueWorld last night?" asked Ginevra as she got out of bed.
"Around midnight. You were already asleep so they just dropped you in here." Said Calina as she opened up Ginevra's closet. "Now hurry up and go take a shower, we're having lunch with the Malfoy's."
Ginny stopped before she reached the bathroom door and looked back at her sister.
"Why are we having lunch with the Malfoy's?"
"Because it is time that our families reconciled their differences. Daddy had no right to get mad just because Luke had Bryan for John. If Bryan had been Dad's then you and Dre would never be able to get married." Stated Calina.
"I AM NOT MARRYING THAT JACKASS!! He humiliated me in front of half the kids in RogueWorld and you expect me to just act like it was nothing and happily except his hand in marriage!! You must be joking." Ginevra spat out the last part.
"Well you never gave him a chance to apologize. Now I know at Hogwarts you guys were supposed to hate each other, but this isn't Hogwarts, this is RogueWorld. Over here nobody is paying you 10 million a year to hate someone you've been friends with since you were a month old." Calina reasoned. "Now come on Gin, give Dre a chance. He loves you and he really is sorry about what happened. Just talk to him, ok. You really should."
"Okay," said Ginevra. "But, if he starts to flirt with Tamara, I'm gone."
"Okay. Now hurry up! We're gonna be late.
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12:15 PM July 6, 2006
[15 Bomber Lane, The Valley – Dangerwood, Westside Kyrie – Central
RogueWorld]
Even though he'd been there for almost a day, it was still a shock for Harry to see his parents up and about. It was an even bigger shock for him to see that he had siblings and cousins. Probably the most shocking thing was that they were all going to lunch with the Malfoy's. When he asked if these were the same Malfoy's from the Wizarding World, he was told they were.
It was strange. Why would the Malfoy's invite his family to a lunch? He didn't know so he asked his eldest brother Vicious, or Vice as everyone seemed to be calling him. They were in his room, Vice getting ready and Harry watching him.
"Well," Vicious began as he debated over which shirt he should wear. "There's a bunch of reasons the Malfoy's want us over for lunch. First of all, we' been doin' business with them for centuries. Then Veronica is s'posed to be getting' married to Jules Malfoy, not to mention my engagement to Draco's older sister–"
"Wait, Draco Malfoy has a sister?! The Draco Malfoy. The evil, nasty ice- blonde wanker who goes to Hogwarts? He has a sister? And your engaged to her?" asked Harry.
"What's wrong with dat?" asked Vice with his American accent. "She's hot, she's nice, she's smart, and we been friends since we were in diapers. There's nothin' wrong with her and Dre's cool. What's the problem?"
"The problem is we cannot be talking about the same Draco Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy you're talking about does not match up to the Draco Malfoy I'm talking about."
"I'm telling ya bro, dis is the same guy. Whatever he did to you in Hogwarts. He's not gonna do to you over here. He has no reason to . . . ok, he does have reason to do some of those things, but dat don't mean he'll do 'em. He's a really cool guy, and trust me, if you don't mess with him, he won't mess with you."
"Hah! He usually just messes with us for no reason!" said Harry, not noticing the door opening behind him. "I'm telling you, Draco Malfoy is the evilest, nastiest, most perverted wanker in the whole world. He's so fucking vain, he spends more time in front of the mirror than a homo, in fact, I think he is a homo. He's so fucking pretty. I swear, he the fucking whore of Slytherin. He'll sleep with anything. I'll bet anything he's slept with Crabbe and Goyle at the same time-"
CRACK! Harry hadn't even the time to register someone was standing in front of him when the sound of his jaw being broken filled the room. Blood poured from his mouth to the floor of his brother's carpeted room as he looked into the coldest blue eyes known to man. At first he thought it was Draco Malfoy, and then he remembered that Draco didn't have blue eyes. Nor did he have light brown skin, or so many curves. No this definitely could not be Draco Malfoy.
"HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT DRE LIKE DAT? WHO DA HELL IS YOU TO SAY DAT? I WOULD BEAT YO BRITISH ASS RIGHT NOW IF DIS WAS MY HOUSE, BUT INSTEAD I'LL TELL HIM AND DEN HE'LL BEAT YO ASS AND I'LL JUST SIT DERE AND WATCH. WHAT'S YO DAMN NAME ANYWAY?"
It was then that Vicious decided to step in before the blue-eyed girl tore his little brother to pieces. It was then that Harry noticed that the dark- skinned beauty had blue hair. Somewhere in his half conscious mind, he wondered if it was natural.
"Now Tammy, I know Dre is ya best friend and you wouldn't let anyone punk him just like he wouldn't let anybody punk you, but he don't know that. Be nice to the kid, he just got into RogueWorld. Where he' from, apparently the Malfoy's are evil jackasses, so the idea of the Malfoy's bein' cool is kinda new to him ok."
"Okay," said Tammy, then she turned to Harry. "I'm really sorry about your jaw."
She then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. It was then that he lost consciousness.
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12:45 PM July 6, 2006[Whitewall Castle, Mount Mafioso – Dangerwood, Westside Kyrie – Central
RogueWorld]
She was here.
Somehow God must have been feeling extremely generous today, because she was here. Destroyer could have come back at that instant and destroyed all of RogueWorld and he wouldn't have cared because she was there.
She was right there talking to Ronnie and Vixen Potter and his cousin J3. For the most part she just talked to them and didn't notice him watching her from all the way across the room. At one point she had glanced up and seen him. He had smiled nervously at her and she had allowed the tiniest smile to reach her lips before she returned her attention to her friends.
He was happy and he wanted to stay that way. Of course, that would mean talking to her. He didn't think that was such a good idea. What if she still hated him? What if she didn't want to forgive him? What if she didn't want to be friends anymore? What if she didn't want to see him again? Ever! So many what ifs!
That's it! He was just gonna talk to her, but before he could make it to where she was standing, Vice Potter, or VJ as he liked to call him, walked in with an unconscious Harry Potter in his arms and Tamara Cerulean at his side. Tamara had brought her son Dylan. Draco's cute little four-year-old godson lay sleeping in his mother's arms.
"What happened to him?" he asked them.
"Oh he's just tired. He was runnin' 'round all mornin', so excited to see Wendy again. You would think he hadn't seen her for years when it was actually just yesterday." She told him, indicating her son.
"Actually I meant Potter, but Wendy did the same thing this morning. She had Monica and Michelle running after her, so now it's only Winnie and Diana that are up right now." Said Draco as he recalled his daughters' antics this morning.
He had five daughters: Wynona and Wendoniqua were four, Monica and Michelle were two, and Diana was about six months. All of their mothers, or in Diana's case foster mother, lived with him. His cousin on the other had five boys of the same ages: William and Wayne, Michael and Marlon, and then Derek. All of them with the same girl: Veronica Potter.
"Now really, what happened to Potter?" Draco asked again.
Tamara rolled her eyes at him. He never was a patient one, she thought.
"Basically, he was talking shit about you when I walked into Vice's room, and you know how I am, so I broke his jaw and he blacked out. We managed to fix him up and change his clothes, although I don't know how we're gonna get the blood out of you carpet Vice. We brought him over here 'cause we were coming anyway and he shouldn't take too long to wake up. We'll just put him in a spare bedroom for right now." Baby Blue explained.
He would have argued, but it wouldn't have gotten him anywhere so he just told them where they could put him. When they had left, he turned back to where Ginny should have been, but wasn't anymore. He looked all around the room, but he couldn't find her. He decided to go look for her; it would give him time to think.
His 'what ifs' from earlier began to popup in his head. He heard them loud and clear. He began to wonder if looking for her was really a good idea. Maybe he should just leave her alone and let her live her life. She had done pretty well without him so far.
Except for the Chamber of Secrets. He knew about the Chamber of Secrets, he knew everything about her. He knew about this especially, because he had heard his father crying to his mother about it. It wasn't the first time he had cursed his father's loyalty to his friends. He had managed to endanger the daughter of an old friend of his that time.
Draco had tried to warn Ginny about the diary, but she didn't listen. She didn't trust him. After what he'd done to her he hadn't expected her to. It hurt to see her suffer while he couldn't do a thing about it. The diary was always with her and she wouldn't have anything to do with him. And then Potter got a hold of it, and with Ron around he really couldn't get it. It was a good thing that she had lived in the end, because Draco didn't know what he would have done had she died.
He had walked out of the side door of the house to the wall that separated Redwall Castle from Whitewall Castle. He had always been surprised the only thing separating him from Ginny was a four-story wall that had rooms inside of it, and it gates were always open, allowing them to cross to each other's houses. He decided that he would go inside the wall to one of the rooms. He hadn't been in there for awhile, but he remembered that the tenth room on the third floor of the wall at the southern part of the gate was his and Ginny's room.
He made his way up the stairs to the third floor and down the hall to the tenth room. It still had his and Ginny's name on it. Just like he'd remembered. He opened the door and part of him was surprised and yet not surprised to see Ginny. She was sitting in a chair by the window, reading a book from the bookcase by the west wall. She hadn't noticed he was there or maybe she was just waiting for him to catch her attention. He decided that it was now or never, because he might not get to catch her alone again. He closed the door and took the seat across from her. He took a glance at her and noticed she seemed to be absorbed in her book.
"Hello Ginevra," he said casually as he leaned back in his chair and looked at her.
She closed her book and settled it into her lap. She then looked up at him and smiled. He remembered he loved that smile. It was truly genuine and loving and caring and yet still friendly. He also remembered that he was one of the few who had gotten to see that certain smile.
"I was wondering when you were going to come and talk to me." She stated.
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BabyDex: OMG. It's 2:11 AM and I am soooooooo sleepy.
Rogue: So that's why you stopped it here.
BabyDex: Yea, I'll finish it up in the next chapter and Harry'll wake up and I might bring in Ron and Hermione.
Rogue: What about the escape?
BabyDex: Don't worry, that'll come up soon, preferably in the next two or three chapters.
Rogue: How You gon' name a child Wendoniqua? That name is so ghetto it's wrong.
BabyDex: I am tired and sleepy and it's the only name I could think of. And you notice Ginevra is kinda ghetto too.
Rogue: She could be black or British. Now I'm sleepy. It's time for bed.
BabyDex: Oh yes, sleep.
Rogue: Oh yea and that stuff we were sayin' at the top, she just made that up off the top of her head along with the song that Draco sang in Ginny's dream.
BabyDex: Peace.