A/N I'm trying to get my mind cleared a little. It's really cluttered. This chapter is very short and doesn't have any real big thing in it, except for a little more of a plot. I actually decided to put a plot in! Ha! Anyway, read and review, and I'll check out all of your stories also. I'll even review them! I love to get feedback, it's fun!
Oh, and by the way, I've almost got a new boyfriend. He's really sweet, and I've been friends with most of his exes and they all say he's a great guy, as well as all of my friends like him! YAY! Well, enjoy everyone, and if you're really bored, check out my other stories, and also my stories on fictionpress. I have the same pen name on there, and about 10 oneshots, not to mention poetry. Well, again, enjoy!! Love y'all!
Chapter 6:
Ginny slowly walked to the Headmaster's office, trying to make a little sense of the day. She had found out that Draco Malfoy was not a Malfoy. She had been sentenced to staying with him just to make sure she kept her mouth shut. She had fallen asleep in his bed and almost kissed him. She just couldn't believe it.
It wasn't as if it would have been her first kiss, though, so she didn't know what the big deal was. Her first kiss had been Micheal, back in fourth year. Since then, though, she hadn't kissed many others. Harry, in her fifth year, but that had been a huge mistake. She had been upset by her brother. He had told her that her dragonhide miniskirt Bill had bought her for her birthday made her look slutty. She had ran out of the common room in tears, only to be followed by Harry. She landed herself in the room of requirement, with a couch and a never ending supply of tissues. Harry walked in a few moments, finding Ginny flung across that couch with a handful of tissues.
"Gin?" he asked cautiously, hoping not to be returned with a shot of Weasley anger.
"Go 'way, Harry," Ginny sobbed into a throw pillow.
"Ginny, don't listen to your brother. It's not that you look slutty, or even bad at all," Harry sat down next to her.
"I don't?" she asked, looking up at him.
"No, Gin. You look beautiful. You always look beautiful!" Harry said. Ginny embraced him happily.
"Oh, Harry!" she cried. She backed away a little as he looked into her eyes. As Ginny remembered it, it was horrible. The kiss was sloppy, and Harry was definitely not very experienced. Why she let it continue, she didn't know. When they finally pushed apart, Harry's hand was under Ginny's shirt and her skirt was pushed up way too far for his comfort.
"Ginny, I..." Harry started. He got up, turning to the door. "You're too innocent for this, Ginny. Just like your too innocent for that skirt. You shouldn't make yourself look like something you're not." He left the room. Ginny was heartbroken, once again, but not because it was Harry. She wasn't innocent. She didn't want to be thought of as everyone's little sister.
That was when she started working for the twins, every Hogsmeade weekend, and on all the breaks. She saved all of her money, and went on a shopping spree. She learned all the hair and makeup charms she could, and began her descent into the "not so innocent."
But now, she had gained the interest of the most notoriously not so innocent Slytherin. And had almost kissed him. She was pretty sure that no matter what happened, an almost kiss would be better than Harry slobbering on her. She shuddered at the memory as she stopped in front of the gargoyles.
"Professor Snape is a nitwit." Ginny giggled when she was admitted to the staircase leading to the office.
"Ah, Ms. Weasley, back already?" Dumbledore asked as Ginny walked in.
"You sent for me, am I correct Professor?" Ginny replied, having a seat in a plush purple recliner. "I like this chair."
"I thought you would. Now, about this situation. Narcissa has left, and Draco is very upset. This would be good practice, and can be considered an internship, if you would like to play psychologist for a while, Virginia." Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eye as Ginny's jaw dropped.
"Like to? I'd love to! I would be more than happy to help Draco..." her voice trailed off as she realized what she had just said. Not only had she called him by his first name, but she had also said she wanted to help him. Was she not a Weasley? What would Ron say? 'Harumph! Probably that I'm acting slutty again and should be locked away in the Divination tower until I graduate.' Ginny thought to herself. 'Then he'd kill Draco.'
"Okay, then." Dumbledore replied, not waiting for her thoughts to be sorted out. "Mr. Malfoy is still in his room, if you'd like to go down right now. I believe you know the password." He smiled as she stood.
"Why do I always get the feeling you know a lot more than you let on?" Ginny asked him suspiciously.
"Probably because I always do."
"Til next time, Professor. And thank you." Ginny walked through the double doors into the stairway.
"Oh, Virginia, no need for thank yous. When the prophesy is fulfilled, we will be thanking you and Draco." Dumbledore sighed a bit before he got back to work; he was working on a new password to make Severus madder than he already was.
Ginny had ran down to the Slytherin dorms, but was now standing in front of them trying to bring herself to confidently say the password and walk through to Draco's room. There had to be others sitting around the common room; Gryffindor's was always packed! 'Oh, the rumors this shall start!' Ginny thought to herself grimly before stating the password. An opening appeared and she began her walk through. Heads turned and gasps were heard throughout the room as the youngest Weasley said the password to the Draco Malfoy's room, then walked in without being kicked right back out.
Draco turned as she walked in. His wand was pointed at a small wastepaper basket containing a very large fire. Ginny smirked in a very Slytherin manner and sauntered over to his overly comfortable bed. "Turning into a pyromaniac, are we, Malfoy?" She sprawled out on her stomach, head toward the foot of the bed.
"I don't know about you, Weasley. With your fire red hair, I've always thought of you as a pyromaniac, but no, I am most certainly not turning pyro." Draco put his wand down and had a seat on his desk top. Her curious expression was not satisfied with an answer as to why the fire was in the garbage can, and, Draco had decided, was far too cute on her face to be taken away.
"May I ask why there is a fire?" she finally broke down to ask.
"I was told to burn some things. And before you ask what those things are, I would appreciate it if you didn't." Draco smirked as she pouted a bit. She was a very curious Gryffindor.
"What if I do anyway?"
"Ah, a Gryffindor all the way, brave and true. I won't answer," Draco replied.
"I wasn't supposed to be a Gryffy, I do hope you know. No one else knows this, but Voldemort was inside my head when I was sorted. I'm sure you knew all of that already, though. I wanted to be a Slytherin, and I was told by the hat that I would make an excellent Slytherin, but I was possessed, and Voldemort wanted me in Gryffindor. So, that's where I got stuck." She made a face. "It's not very fun. I wish I could be resorted."
"You were meant to be in Slytherin? You were possessed by the Dark Lord? Wait, your first year? That's when..."
"So, obviously Lucius didn't tell you. I was the one that opened the Chamber of Secrets." Ginny smiled as an almost inaudible gasp escaped Draco's lips.
"So, you were the one. I always wondered. He wouldn't tell me because of a prophecy. It said something about...oh my Dark Lord!" Draco cried out just before falling off of the desk.
"Draco! Are you okay?" Ginny jumped off the bed and running to his side. He had hit his head on the open drawer of the desk and was out cold.
Oh, and by the way, I've almost got a new boyfriend. He's really sweet, and I've been friends with most of his exes and they all say he's a great guy, as well as all of my friends like him! YAY! Well, enjoy everyone, and if you're really bored, check out my other stories, and also my stories on fictionpress. I have the same pen name on there, and about 10 oneshots, not to mention poetry. Well, again, enjoy!! Love y'all!
Chapter 6:
Ginny slowly walked to the Headmaster's office, trying to make a little sense of the day. She had found out that Draco Malfoy was not a Malfoy. She had been sentenced to staying with him just to make sure she kept her mouth shut. She had fallen asleep in his bed and almost kissed him. She just couldn't believe it.
It wasn't as if it would have been her first kiss, though, so she didn't know what the big deal was. Her first kiss had been Micheal, back in fourth year. Since then, though, she hadn't kissed many others. Harry, in her fifth year, but that had been a huge mistake. She had been upset by her brother. He had told her that her dragonhide miniskirt Bill had bought her for her birthday made her look slutty. She had ran out of the common room in tears, only to be followed by Harry. She landed herself in the room of requirement, with a couch and a never ending supply of tissues. Harry walked in a few moments, finding Ginny flung across that couch with a handful of tissues.
"Gin?" he asked cautiously, hoping not to be returned with a shot of Weasley anger.
"Go 'way, Harry," Ginny sobbed into a throw pillow.
"Ginny, don't listen to your brother. It's not that you look slutty, or even bad at all," Harry sat down next to her.
"I don't?" she asked, looking up at him.
"No, Gin. You look beautiful. You always look beautiful!" Harry said. Ginny embraced him happily.
"Oh, Harry!" she cried. She backed away a little as he looked into her eyes. As Ginny remembered it, it was horrible. The kiss was sloppy, and Harry was definitely not very experienced. Why she let it continue, she didn't know. When they finally pushed apart, Harry's hand was under Ginny's shirt and her skirt was pushed up way too far for his comfort.
"Ginny, I..." Harry started. He got up, turning to the door. "You're too innocent for this, Ginny. Just like your too innocent for that skirt. You shouldn't make yourself look like something you're not." He left the room. Ginny was heartbroken, once again, but not because it was Harry. She wasn't innocent. She didn't want to be thought of as everyone's little sister.
That was when she started working for the twins, every Hogsmeade weekend, and on all the breaks. She saved all of her money, and went on a shopping spree. She learned all the hair and makeup charms she could, and began her descent into the "not so innocent."
But now, she had gained the interest of the most notoriously not so innocent Slytherin. And had almost kissed him. She was pretty sure that no matter what happened, an almost kiss would be better than Harry slobbering on her. She shuddered at the memory as she stopped in front of the gargoyles.
"Professor Snape is a nitwit." Ginny giggled when she was admitted to the staircase leading to the office.
"Ah, Ms. Weasley, back already?" Dumbledore asked as Ginny walked in.
"You sent for me, am I correct Professor?" Ginny replied, having a seat in a plush purple recliner. "I like this chair."
"I thought you would. Now, about this situation. Narcissa has left, and Draco is very upset. This would be good practice, and can be considered an internship, if you would like to play psychologist for a while, Virginia." Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eye as Ginny's jaw dropped.
"Like to? I'd love to! I would be more than happy to help Draco..." her voice trailed off as she realized what she had just said. Not only had she called him by his first name, but she had also said she wanted to help him. Was she not a Weasley? What would Ron say? 'Harumph! Probably that I'm acting slutty again and should be locked away in the Divination tower until I graduate.' Ginny thought to herself. 'Then he'd kill Draco.'
"Okay, then." Dumbledore replied, not waiting for her thoughts to be sorted out. "Mr. Malfoy is still in his room, if you'd like to go down right now. I believe you know the password." He smiled as she stood.
"Why do I always get the feeling you know a lot more than you let on?" Ginny asked him suspiciously.
"Probably because I always do."
"Til next time, Professor. And thank you." Ginny walked through the double doors into the stairway.
"Oh, Virginia, no need for thank yous. When the prophesy is fulfilled, we will be thanking you and Draco." Dumbledore sighed a bit before he got back to work; he was working on a new password to make Severus madder than he already was.
Ginny had ran down to the Slytherin dorms, but was now standing in front of them trying to bring herself to confidently say the password and walk through to Draco's room. There had to be others sitting around the common room; Gryffindor's was always packed! 'Oh, the rumors this shall start!' Ginny thought to herself grimly before stating the password. An opening appeared and she began her walk through. Heads turned and gasps were heard throughout the room as the youngest Weasley said the password to the Draco Malfoy's room, then walked in without being kicked right back out.
Draco turned as she walked in. His wand was pointed at a small wastepaper basket containing a very large fire. Ginny smirked in a very Slytherin manner and sauntered over to his overly comfortable bed. "Turning into a pyromaniac, are we, Malfoy?" She sprawled out on her stomach, head toward the foot of the bed.
"I don't know about you, Weasley. With your fire red hair, I've always thought of you as a pyromaniac, but no, I am most certainly not turning pyro." Draco put his wand down and had a seat on his desk top. Her curious expression was not satisfied with an answer as to why the fire was in the garbage can, and, Draco had decided, was far too cute on her face to be taken away.
"May I ask why there is a fire?" she finally broke down to ask.
"I was told to burn some things. And before you ask what those things are, I would appreciate it if you didn't." Draco smirked as she pouted a bit. She was a very curious Gryffindor.
"What if I do anyway?"
"Ah, a Gryffindor all the way, brave and true. I won't answer," Draco replied.
"I wasn't supposed to be a Gryffy, I do hope you know. No one else knows this, but Voldemort was inside my head when I was sorted. I'm sure you knew all of that already, though. I wanted to be a Slytherin, and I was told by the hat that I would make an excellent Slytherin, but I was possessed, and Voldemort wanted me in Gryffindor. So, that's where I got stuck." She made a face. "It's not very fun. I wish I could be resorted."
"You were meant to be in Slytherin? You were possessed by the Dark Lord? Wait, your first year? That's when..."
"So, obviously Lucius didn't tell you. I was the one that opened the Chamber of Secrets." Ginny smiled as an almost inaudible gasp escaped Draco's lips.
"So, you were the one. I always wondered. He wouldn't tell me because of a prophecy. It said something about...oh my Dark Lord!" Draco cried out just before falling off of the desk.
"Draco! Are you okay?" Ginny jumped off the bed and running to his side. He had hit his head on the open drawer of the desk and was out cold.