Author's Note: You guys must really be getting sick of me. Lol! By the way,
my muse (Leda, you bitch! ::maims muse:: Heh...sorry), has recently brought
something to my attention. I am unoriginal! ::sobs:: Duh. Of course I am.
Thanks, though, Leda. I appreciate it. Yes, I realize my plot is
unoriginal. Yes, I realize that 'Virginia' is not Ginny's name. Yes, I
realize that 'Ginerva' is. No, I will not accommodate your insane need to
fix it, Leda. Stop yelling at me! Agh!
For my dear reviewers: Thank you. I appreciate it. Anybody have a sock I can stuff Leda's mouth with? And I was serious about that not changing to accommodate the names and everything. I won't. Don't like it, don't read it. In the wise words of Freelancer: My fic, my rules.
July 12 A/N: Okay, guys, I really appreciate your reviews, really I do. (Especially the ones that make me smile like a looney, those are particularly entertaining...take the trash out with a smile like that on...no need to worry about the neighbors anymore!) But I think it's a pretty good thing when I get my skinny-lil-arse moving and get you an update, length notwithstanding. I love you guys, I really do, but when I update, length shouldn't be that much of a freakin' issue. Two chaps in two days? That's pretty damn good for me. Two updates in eight months, that's my usual date. All I'm saying in this particularly unsatisfying rant (You see, I really want to bitch, but I love you guys and your reviews too much to let myself! ;)), the point is, is that a chapter is a chapter. It could be under a page long and it would STILL be a chapter. Get used to the length, if you want longer chapters, expect a longer wait between chaps.
Disclaimer: Now I live in WET-Suburbia. Damn rain...
(Spiffy Break)
Draco rolled his eyes as he collapsed in a grateful heap onto his bed. Good Gods... that meeting at the pitch had sounded like some disgusting beginning to a truly horrible romance novel. He shuddered. Romance, with a Weasley? Him? Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune? Not bloody likely.
He rubbed at his eyes, and closed the dark green currents around his bed, effectively blocking out the light leaking out from Crabbe's bed. It was a miracle the great oaf had managed to light his wand. Which in itself was not the best of thoughts, he thought wryly. Which wand exactly had the blundering idiot lit? Best not to ask.
Draco slid under the covers, feeling warm, safe, and secure. If he really admitted it to himself, the littlest Weasel wasn't hard on the eyes. A little freckled, but not bad. And the aerials? He smirked into his pillow. A lot more then thigh.
(Spiffy Break)
Draco rolled out of bed, and winced in pain as his head gave a throb. Groaning the only word that came to mind, he opened the curtains to his bed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...ow..." He managed a small smirk. Ah, the joys of truly horrible American Muggle films...
Running a hand through his sleep mussed hair, he glanced at the clock. Nine thirty three. He hadn't missed breakfast yet. Not all of it, at least. He groaned again, and stood, beginning the process of getting changed. Damn migraines.
Managing to trudge down to the Great Hall, he thunked into a seat gracelessly. Blaise Zabini looked up from flicking his hashbrowns boredly across his plate. "Sleeping Beauty gets off his ass. Good morning, Malfoy."
Draco helped himself to a pile of scrambled eggs and a sausage. "Fuck off, Zabini."
Blaise smiled, "Ah...headache? I have just what you , you'll have to do something to get it..."
Draco groaned in longing as Blaise pulled out a small bottle of Headache Relief potion. "What?"
"Pucker up, sweetcheeks." Blaise smirked jokingly, and tossed Draco the bottle.
He caught it reflexively. "Stop trying to get into my knickers, Zabini."
Blaise pouted, "But it's such a humorous pastime. Besides, you know you love it, Drakey."
Draco winced, and downed the potion in one gulp. "Ugh...that's disgusting."
"Isn't it just?" Blaise grinned, and plopped down a goblet of pumpkin juice in front of the still groggy blond Slytherin.
Draco took the goblet and swallowed down the juice without really tasting it. "Somebody gag me."
"I'd love to, Ferret. What's the occasion?"
Draco turned, looking up into the grossly chipper face of Ginny Weasley. "Weasel." He croaked.
"Ferret." She returned, grinning slightly at his look of absolute disgust. "Am I that bad looking? I know I'm having a bad hair day but-."
"Weasel, you always look unappealing. Now, cut the shit, what do you want?" Draco rubbed his eyes, glaring at her. Looking over his shoulder, he couldn't help but smirk a bit at the look of absolute horror in the Dream Teams eyes.
Ginny blinked, "Well...I was going to ask for some help, but that look of intense constipation has definitely put me off. See ya' around, Mal-Ferret. I've got bigger fish to fry then you." She turned, still slightly in shock and walked toward the exit.
Draco watched her go with a frown. Intense constipation, him? Only around her! He watched as a small blond Ravenclaw came up at tapped Ginny on the shoulder. Ginny turned around with a smile and began chatting with the shorter girl. Draco squinted, and recognized her as Loony Luna Lovegood. Bigger fish to fry indeed. He snorted.
Turning back to his breakfast, he met the smirking face of the Head Boy again. "Now Sleeping Beauty, what was that about?"
"It's the little Weasel. It wasn't about anything." Draco mumbled, and began to eat.
(Break)
Ginny smiled as Luna went on about the latest in the Quibbler. The sixth year Ravenclaw hadn't changed very much since fourth year. She was still small, standing at only five foot three, and her light blue eyes were wide, rather reminiscent of a doe's. Her shoulders were slim, and where Ginny was large chested, Luna seemed to be the exact opposite.
"GINNY!" Ginny winced, turning to face her irate brother.
She frowned, and glanced back at Luna. "Hey, Luna, I'll meet you at the library in ten minutes."
Luna nodded, "Right, Gin. I'll be reading up on Rumpleba-."
"Ginny, what were you doing talking to that slimy rat?" Ron hissed through his teeth, reaching out and tugging on Ginny's arm, pulling her around to face him. Luna looked desperately as if she wanted to help, but Ron shot her a glare, and she scampered.
Ginny stared down at his hand, sure the grip he was putting on her arm would leave bruises in her skin. "I was talking to him, Ronald." She said softly.
"Talking to him? You don't 'talk' to a Malfoy!"
Ginny glared, looking up into her brothers face. "It's a bit late for that, isn't it? I already did! Kindly let go of me and shag a pole, or better yet! Hermione!"
Ron flushed red, and gripped her arm tighter. A shadow cast over them, and a pleasantly amused voice asked, "Is there something wrong, Weasley?"
Ron growled, and looked up, "Nothing that concerns you, Zabini." He spat.
The Head Boy smiled coldly, fingers rolling his wand idly as he looked Ron in the eye. It took Ginny a moment to realize that they were the same height. "Nothin' that concerns me, eh? So that's why you're manhandlin' your sister in the middle off the bloody Great Hall." Blaise drawls, the end of his sentence coming out in a barely repressed growl.
"What's it matter to you?"
Blaise glared, and reached out to grip Ron's arm in a tight grip, as tight as the one that Ron was still maintaining on Ginny's arm. Ginny winced as Ron's fingers convulsed, before he let go. "Don't touch a woman like that ever again, Weasley. Any woman." Blaise snarled, taking Ginny by the elbow and leading her away from Ron.
"Get your dirty Slytherin hands off my sister." Ron growled, following them towards the door. Blaise heaved a sigh, and turned, only to have Ron's fist connect with his jaw.
"Bloody fucking hell on a stick!" Blaise cursed, bringing a hand up to his jaw. The Great Hall had fallen silent, even the teachers watching in apprehension. Blaise rubbed at his jaw. "Twenty points from Gryffindor." He muttered.
Ron growled, "Don't touch my sister."
"Take your own advice, Weasley." Blaise rubbed his jaw, and took Ginny by the elbow again, leading her out of the hall. Draco followed him quickly, leaving his cold eggs behind.
(Break)
Draco ran his hand through his hair, jogging after Blaise quickly, school robes billowing behind him. "Zabini!" Blaise was either ignoring him, or he didn't hear the rather loud shout. "Hey! Asshole!"
Blaise's head whipped around. "Sleeping Beauty! So glad you could join our party."
Ginny bit her lip, and rubbed at the arm that Ron had manhandled. She opened her mouth to speak and squeaked. She blushed, and tried again. "What's going on?"
Draco skidded to a halt in front of Blaise. "Okay, Weasley, where'd you tell Loony to go off to meet you? I don't like this situation one bit." Blaise shook his dark head, "We have to get there now."
Draco frowned, "I'm with Weasel on this one. What's going on in that warped little head of yours, Zabini?"
Blaise sighed, "One, my head is not little. Two, Male Weasel is getting his nuts in the wrong basket. If the little Weasley wants to associate with us big bad snakes, she should have the right to do that. Now, big brother's not going to like this. I figure, if we take the Weasel and shape her up a bit, we won't have to worry about Weasel-Male anymore."
"No... we'll just have to worry about Harry." Ginny said softly. The news of her breakup with Harry had spread like wildfire. Everyone knew. Including Filch, who could care less.
Draco rolled his eyes, "What does Potty Wee Potter have to do with this? And why do you think Weasel needs shaping up?"
Ginny bit her lip. "Because I do, you daft cow." He blinked, had that? No way. She'd just -! "I'm sick of being treated like a child. I need shaping up, and you two are going to help me do it. I don't care if you're Slytherins. I don't care that you're Draco bloody Malfoy and Blaise sodding Zabini. I'm taking you're help, and I'm using it."
Blaise smirked. "That settles it then. Now, where's Loony?"
She sighed, "Luna," She corrected forcefully, "Is waiting for me in the library."
(Break)
Snape rubbed his temples, listening to Minerva go on about how he was 'loosing control of those Slytherins' and how her precious lions were 'obviously provoked!' "Minerva." She looked up from her pacing, the crackle of the Staff Room fire blazing behind her.
"Yes, Severus?"
"Might I remind you that it is Weasley that struck Mister Zabini first?"
Minerva glared at him, "Be that as it may, Zabini had no right to interfere in what was obviously a peaceful dispute-."
He shook his head, standing from his seat on the couch. "Peaceful dispute, Minerva? Weasley had his sisters arm in a death-grip!"
"Which I notice you made no move to stop!"
"It is your Head of House duty, Minerva, not mine."
"It became yours when Zabini interfered!"
"Mister Zabini is Head Boy, he is quite capable of taking care of himself. Which he did an admiral job of. You notice he did not strike back? Mister Zabini has suffered through quite a lot this last holiday, Minerva. Do not underestimate him."
"Is that a threat, Severus?"
Severus smirked, "Perhaps." He said, sweeping out of the room.
For my dear reviewers: Thank you. I appreciate it. Anybody have a sock I can stuff Leda's mouth with? And I was serious about that not changing to accommodate the names and everything. I won't. Don't like it, don't read it. In the wise words of Freelancer: My fic, my rules.
July 12 A/N: Okay, guys, I really appreciate your reviews, really I do. (Especially the ones that make me smile like a looney, those are particularly entertaining...take the trash out with a smile like that on...no need to worry about the neighbors anymore!) But I think it's a pretty good thing when I get my skinny-lil-arse moving and get you an update, length notwithstanding. I love you guys, I really do, but when I update, length shouldn't be that much of a freakin' issue. Two chaps in two days? That's pretty damn good for me. Two updates in eight months, that's my usual date. All I'm saying in this particularly unsatisfying rant (You see, I really want to bitch, but I love you guys and your reviews too much to let myself! ;)), the point is, is that a chapter is a chapter. It could be under a page long and it would STILL be a chapter. Get used to the length, if you want longer chapters, expect a longer wait between chaps.
Disclaimer: Now I live in WET-Suburbia. Damn rain...
(Spiffy Break)
Draco rolled his eyes as he collapsed in a grateful heap onto his bed. Good Gods... that meeting at the pitch had sounded like some disgusting beginning to a truly horrible romance novel. He shuddered. Romance, with a Weasley? Him? Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune? Not bloody likely.
He rubbed at his eyes, and closed the dark green currents around his bed, effectively blocking out the light leaking out from Crabbe's bed. It was a miracle the great oaf had managed to light his wand. Which in itself was not the best of thoughts, he thought wryly. Which wand exactly had the blundering idiot lit? Best not to ask.
Draco slid under the covers, feeling warm, safe, and secure. If he really admitted it to himself, the littlest Weasel wasn't hard on the eyes. A little freckled, but not bad. And the aerials? He smirked into his pillow. A lot more then thigh.
(Spiffy Break)
Draco rolled out of bed, and winced in pain as his head gave a throb. Groaning the only word that came to mind, he opened the curtains to his bed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...ow..." He managed a small smirk. Ah, the joys of truly horrible American Muggle films...
Running a hand through his sleep mussed hair, he glanced at the clock. Nine thirty three. He hadn't missed breakfast yet. Not all of it, at least. He groaned again, and stood, beginning the process of getting changed. Damn migraines.
Managing to trudge down to the Great Hall, he thunked into a seat gracelessly. Blaise Zabini looked up from flicking his hashbrowns boredly across his plate. "Sleeping Beauty gets off his ass. Good morning, Malfoy."
Draco helped himself to a pile of scrambled eggs and a sausage. "Fuck off, Zabini."
Blaise smiled, "Ah...headache? I have just what you , you'll have to do something to get it..."
Draco groaned in longing as Blaise pulled out a small bottle of Headache Relief potion. "What?"
"Pucker up, sweetcheeks." Blaise smirked jokingly, and tossed Draco the bottle.
He caught it reflexively. "Stop trying to get into my knickers, Zabini."
Blaise pouted, "But it's such a humorous pastime. Besides, you know you love it, Drakey."
Draco winced, and downed the potion in one gulp. "Ugh...that's disgusting."
"Isn't it just?" Blaise grinned, and plopped down a goblet of pumpkin juice in front of the still groggy blond Slytherin.
Draco took the goblet and swallowed down the juice without really tasting it. "Somebody gag me."
"I'd love to, Ferret. What's the occasion?"
Draco turned, looking up into the grossly chipper face of Ginny Weasley. "Weasel." He croaked.
"Ferret." She returned, grinning slightly at his look of absolute disgust. "Am I that bad looking? I know I'm having a bad hair day but-."
"Weasel, you always look unappealing. Now, cut the shit, what do you want?" Draco rubbed his eyes, glaring at her. Looking over his shoulder, he couldn't help but smirk a bit at the look of absolute horror in the Dream Teams eyes.
Ginny blinked, "Well...I was going to ask for some help, but that look of intense constipation has definitely put me off. See ya' around, Mal-Ferret. I've got bigger fish to fry then you." She turned, still slightly in shock and walked toward the exit.
Draco watched her go with a frown. Intense constipation, him? Only around her! He watched as a small blond Ravenclaw came up at tapped Ginny on the shoulder. Ginny turned around with a smile and began chatting with the shorter girl. Draco squinted, and recognized her as Loony Luna Lovegood. Bigger fish to fry indeed. He snorted.
Turning back to his breakfast, he met the smirking face of the Head Boy again. "Now Sleeping Beauty, what was that about?"
"It's the little Weasel. It wasn't about anything." Draco mumbled, and began to eat.
(Break)
Ginny smiled as Luna went on about the latest in the Quibbler. The sixth year Ravenclaw hadn't changed very much since fourth year. She was still small, standing at only five foot three, and her light blue eyes were wide, rather reminiscent of a doe's. Her shoulders were slim, and where Ginny was large chested, Luna seemed to be the exact opposite.
"GINNY!" Ginny winced, turning to face her irate brother.
She frowned, and glanced back at Luna. "Hey, Luna, I'll meet you at the library in ten minutes."
Luna nodded, "Right, Gin. I'll be reading up on Rumpleba-."
"Ginny, what were you doing talking to that slimy rat?" Ron hissed through his teeth, reaching out and tugging on Ginny's arm, pulling her around to face him. Luna looked desperately as if she wanted to help, but Ron shot her a glare, and she scampered.
Ginny stared down at his hand, sure the grip he was putting on her arm would leave bruises in her skin. "I was talking to him, Ronald." She said softly.
"Talking to him? You don't 'talk' to a Malfoy!"
Ginny glared, looking up into her brothers face. "It's a bit late for that, isn't it? I already did! Kindly let go of me and shag a pole, or better yet! Hermione!"
Ron flushed red, and gripped her arm tighter. A shadow cast over them, and a pleasantly amused voice asked, "Is there something wrong, Weasley?"
Ron growled, and looked up, "Nothing that concerns you, Zabini." He spat.
The Head Boy smiled coldly, fingers rolling his wand idly as he looked Ron in the eye. It took Ginny a moment to realize that they were the same height. "Nothin' that concerns me, eh? So that's why you're manhandlin' your sister in the middle off the bloody Great Hall." Blaise drawls, the end of his sentence coming out in a barely repressed growl.
"What's it matter to you?"
Blaise glared, and reached out to grip Ron's arm in a tight grip, as tight as the one that Ron was still maintaining on Ginny's arm. Ginny winced as Ron's fingers convulsed, before he let go. "Don't touch a woman like that ever again, Weasley. Any woman." Blaise snarled, taking Ginny by the elbow and leading her away from Ron.
"Get your dirty Slytherin hands off my sister." Ron growled, following them towards the door. Blaise heaved a sigh, and turned, only to have Ron's fist connect with his jaw.
"Bloody fucking hell on a stick!" Blaise cursed, bringing a hand up to his jaw. The Great Hall had fallen silent, even the teachers watching in apprehension. Blaise rubbed at his jaw. "Twenty points from Gryffindor." He muttered.
Ron growled, "Don't touch my sister."
"Take your own advice, Weasley." Blaise rubbed his jaw, and took Ginny by the elbow again, leading her out of the hall. Draco followed him quickly, leaving his cold eggs behind.
(Break)
Draco ran his hand through his hair, jogging after Blaise quickly, school robes billowing behind him. "Zabini!" Blaise was either ignoring him, or he didn't hear the rather loud shout. "Hey! Asshole!"
Blaise's head whipped around. "Sleeping Beauty! So glad you could join our party."
Ginny bit her lip, and rubbed at the arm that Ron had manhandled. She opened her mouth to speak and squeaked. She blushed, and tried again. "What's going on?"
Draco skidded to a halt in front of Blaise. "Okay, Weasley, where'd you tell Loony to go off to meet you? I don't like this situation one bit." Blaise shook his dark head, "We have to get there now."
Draco frowned, "I'm with Weasel on this one. What's going on in that warped little head of yours, Zabini?"
Blaise sighed, "One, my head is not little. Two, Male Weasel is getting his nuts in the wrong basket. If the little Weasley wants to associate with us big bad snakes, she should have the right to do that. Now, big brother's not going to like this. I figure, if we take the Weasel and shape her up a bit, we won't have to worry about Weasel-Male anymore."
"No... we'll just have to worry about Harry." Ginny said softly. The news of her breakup with Harry had spread like wildfire. Everyone knew. Including Filch, who could care less.
Draco rolled his eyes, "What does Potty Wee Potter have to do with this? And why do you think Weasel needs shaping up?"
Ginny bit her lip. "Because I do, you daft cow." He blinked, had that? No way. She'd just -! "I'm sick of being treated like a child. I need shaping up, and you two are going to help me do it. I don't care if you're Slytherins. I don't care that you're Draco bloody Malfoy and Blaise sodding Zabini. I'm taking you're help, and I'm using it."
Blaise smirked. "That settles it then. Now, where's Loony?"
She sighed, "Luna," She corrected forcefully, "Is waiting for me in the library."
(Break)
Snape rubbed his temples, listening to Minerva go on about how he was 'loosing control of those Slytherins' and how her precious lions were 'obviously provoked!' "Minerva." She looked up from her pacing, the crackle of the Staff Room fire blazing behind her.
"Yes, Severus?"
"Might I remind you that it is Weasley that struck Mister Zabini first?"
Minerva glared at him, "Be that as it may, Zabini had no right to interfere in what was obviously a peaceful dispute-."
He shook his head, standing from his seat on the couch. "Peaceful dispute, Minerva? Weasley had his sisters arm in a death-grip!"
"Which I notice you made no move to stop!"
"It is your Head of House duty, Minerva, not mine."
"It became yours when Zabini interfered!"
"Mister Zabini is Head Boy, he is quite capable of taking care of himself. Which he did an admiral job of. You notice he did not strike back? Mister Zabini has suffered through quite a lot this last holiday, Minerva. Do not underestimate him."
"Is that a threat, Severus?"
Severus smirked, "Perhaps." He said, sweeping out of the room.