Sorry I haven't written in so long. Hectic times, I tell ya. But here's the next chapter, and it's really not great, but I just couldn't bring out any ideas. Oh, well. Read, and review, though I'm really not expecting anything to come from this chapter. Thanks to all of you who did review, and to my one flamer: I'm not even wasting my time with it. Anyway, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I disclaim. J.K.'s the rich one, not me.
Chapter 7:
Ginny shook Draco a little before noticing the small pool of blood coming from behind his head. She jumped up and ran to his door. Knowing that the Slytherin population would not accept a hysterical Weasley running from the boy's room screaming things, she calmly walked out and said, "Excuse me, it seems Draco has fallen off the desk. I believe someone should retrieve Madame Pompfrey immediately." The majority of the common room turned to look at the redhead. They stared with amused looks.
"Sometime today, please, he's bleeding and it doesn't look good for him." She realized as they continued to stare at her that she was acting too Gryffindor for any of them to ever listen to her. "Fine, then. Zabini! Go get Pompfrey! Parkinson! Go get some wet towels from the prefects bathroom. Crabbe, Goyle! Stop drooling over the chess peices! They're set up wrong anyway. NOW!" She yelled, then turned and stalked back into Draco's room.
The common room was now staring wide eyed at the supposed Gryffindor. Suddenly the door swung back open as she stalked back out holding a wand. "What, are you all daft? Go!" She pointed the wand around the common room before the Slytherins started moving around again. Zabini walked slowly to the door, stopping to look at a portrait before exiting the common room, as if to show that he was only doing this because he wanted to, and wasn't really interested in listening to the Weasley girl. Pansy stopped to say hello to one of her friends first, showing the same thing. Crabbe and Goyle, on the other hand, continued to drool over the chess peices.
But Ginny wasn't paying much attention; she had already returned to Draco's side. She couldn't fathom what had made him so excited that he had fallen off of his desk. Malfoy's were graceful. They didn't fall. Well, so he wasn't a Malfoy anymore, but that didn't mean he didn't have the Malfoy charm and grace. He was raised to have it. Psychological theory. Environment versus genetics.
Still, though. What had made him pass out? She asked herself as she checked Malfoy's pulse and breathing. Both were perfectly normal. Pansy walked in and handed her the towels.
"So, Weasel, what exactly did you to my boyfriend?" Pansy snottily asked.
"Parkinson, it's none of your business. If he wants you to know about why we've spent all day in his room together, then he'll tell you later on. But right now, he can't. He's unconscious." Ginny dabbed the towels along the side of his head, not wanting to move him in case other injuries had occured. Pansy gasped when Ginny said this.
"You little bitch!" she cried out. Ginny laughed.
"You're so clueless, Parkinson. Please, go wait outside for the nurse, and leave us be." Ginny shook her head as the pug faced girl stomped out of the room.
Madam Pompfrey arrived a few minutes later, levitating Draco out of the room and telling Ginny to gather some things he'd need for an overnight stay. She blinked a few times, standing by the door before saying, "And how the hell would I know what the bloke needs?"
She began wandering around. "Hm..." she thought to herself. "Clothes? Pajamas, maybe?" She started opening the drawers of his dresser, not sure what she would find in them. In the first couple drawers, she didn't find what she was wanting to. In the third drawer, she still didn't find what she was looking for, but she did find some interesting items for blackmail: Boxer shorts with Baby Bop on them. She pulled them out and put them in a duffel bag she had found in his closet. She kept searching his room for pajamas, only to find them in the last drawer she could've looked in. He had more clothes than any girl she'd ever met! Well, maybe not Parvati, but still, he had a lot of clothes.
In the pajama drawer, she found basketball shorts, undershirts, and bathrobes. In the very bottom of the drawer, though, she found a pair of pale blue footsie pajamas. She giggled as she pulled them out and stuffed them in the duffel bag.
Next, she began to search for some clothes for the next day. In the pants part of the closet, she could find nothing but dress pants and khakis. "For such a hot git, his clothes aren't very becoming of him," she complained to herself. Finally, on the very last hanger, she found the perfect item: leather pants! "Ginevra Weasley, you are a genius. Or at least completely evil. He's going to kill you for this!"
The shirt would be a problem, for it looked like all of his were uniform white dress shirts. Finally, she found a shiny green long sleeved shirt in the very back of the closet. She pulled it out and stuck it in the bag, also. She threw in a few other things, like a toothbrush and socks and things like that before moving on. She grabbed a pillow off the bed, knowing that the hospital wing would not have a sufficient amount of comfort for the spoiled boy. What she saw under the pillow almost made her choke: a tiny, pink stuffed ferret. She couldn't resist grabbing it, and an extra blanket.
Giggling, she walked confidently out of the room, duffel bag, ferret, pillow, and blanket in tow.
She walked into the hospital wing, trying to keep a straight face. Draco was sitting up, a bandage wrapped around his head.
"Hello! I see you're conscious now," she said, holding the ferret behind her back.
"Thanks, Weasel. You really didn't have to come here."
"I've brought a few things you might need." She placed the pillow, blanket, and duffel bag on the bed. "And here's something I just thought you'd like to have with you." She pulled the ferret out from behind her back.
The look on Draco's face when he saw the plush toy was priceless and Ginny burst out laughing. "Weasley! I can't believe you brought that! Where did you find it?! I thought I had it hid!"
"You did! Under the pillow." Ginny placed it next to him on the bed.
"I can explain! Please, stop laughing, you'll draw attention!"
"Oh, you just wait until you see the attention you draw with the clothes I found for you!" Ginny had stopped laughing, but still had a huge grin plastered on her face.
"Weasley, what kind of clothes...." He then realized that he had not thrown out the clothes he had from when he went out to a muggle club that one time. But the redheaded Gryffindor wouldn't be that...mean! Or would she? He grabbed the duffel and pulled out the leather pants and green shirt. He groaned.
"Oh, don't stop there, Drakey, keep looking." She kept smiling. What else could she have brought? He groaned when he pulled out the footsie pj's. "Ok, now I think an explanation as to why clothes such as these are in the wardrobe of the most sophisticated man at Hogwarts."
"Well. The ferret, it was a counseling thing. You don't know how hard it is to be turned into a ferret. It was terrifying! The paranoia that I felt while I was charmed never left. It was...it was scarring!" Draco cried out. He was speaking so fast that Ginny thought he would explode from the lack of breath. "And the night clothes; well, my mother bought them. She's so out of it, that she doesn't realize I'm too old for that, and I didn't want to hurt her by tossing them out. She was trying at least!" He stopped talking.
"And the leather pants? Well, not so much the pants, but the shirt??" Ginny looked at him.
"It's the type of thing I'd find in Colin's closet."
"Well, they're club clothes. Zabini bought them and made me go to a muggle club with him early this year. I kept meaning to throw them out, but I just kept hiding them away." He looked over at Ginny. "Stop looking at me like that!"
"Like what?!" she cried.
"Like you have some secret. You're not using this against me. You're not blackmailing me with footsie pajamas and a stuffed toy."
"Who says?" Ginny smiled at the boy. She found herself thinking, "Damn, he looks so good when he's agitated."
"You wouldn't. You're such a Gryffindor. You wouldn't." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself instead of her.
"Well, we'll see, won't we?" She smiled once again as she grabbed the ferret and walked back out the door.
"Hey!" Draco yelled. "Bring back my ferret!"
A/N Okay, sorry, again. That was completely boring. But I haven't been inspired to write anything at all, and when I sat down at my keyboard, this is all that would come out. It sucks, really bad, I know. The next chapter might be better, because my life is really calming down. No more Upward Bound, no more class, no more room mates, no more hospitals, no more high school.
Oh, and in three weeks, guess what! I get to move back onto the campus I just moved off of! YAY! Well, at least this time it's with new people. That'll be great! And don't forget to review! I'll love you all forever! Also, go read my other 2 stories. They're a lot better!
Disclaimer: I disclaim. J.K.'s the rich one, not me.
Chapter 7:
Ginny shook Draco a little before noticing the small pool of blood coming from behind his head. She jumped up and ran to his door. Knowing that the Slytherin population would not accept a hysterical Weasley running from the boy's room screaming things, she calmly walked out and said, "Excuse me, it seems Draco has fallen off the desk. I believe someone should retrieve Madame Pompfrey immediately." The majority of the common room turned to look at the redhead. They stared with amused looks.
"Sometime today, please, he's bleeding and it doesn't look good for him." She realized as they continued to stare at her that she was acting too Gryffindor for any of them to ever listen to her. "Fine, then. Zabini! Go get Pompfrey! Parkinson! Go get some wet towels from the prefects bathroom. Crabbe, Goyle! Stop drooling over the chess peices! They're set up wrong anyway. NOW!" She yelled, then turned and stalked back into Draco's room.
The common room was now staring wide eyed at the supposed Gryffindor. Suddenly the door swung back open as she stalked back out holding a wand. "What, are you all daft? Go!" She pointed the wand around the common room before the Slytherins started moving around again. Zabini walked slowly to the door, stopping to look at a portrait before exiting the common room, as if to show that he was only doing this because he wanted to, and wasn't really interested in listening to the Weasley girl. Pansy stopped to say hello to one of her friends first, showing the same thing. Crabbe and Goyle, on the other hand, continued to drool over the chess peices.
But Ginny wasn't paying much attention; she had already returned to Draco's side. She couldn't fathom what had made him so excited that he had fallen off of his desk. Malfoy's were graceful. They didn't fall. Well, so he wasn't a Malfoy anymore, but that didn't mean he didn't have the Malfoy charm and grace. He was raised to have it. Psychological theory. Environment versus genetics.
Still, though. What had made him pass out? She asked herself as she checked Malfoy's pulse and breathing. Both were perfectly normal. Pansy walked in and handed her the towels.
"So, Weasel, what exactly did you to my boyfriend?" Pansy snottily asked.
"Parkinson, it's none of your business. If he wants you to know about why we've spent all day in his room together, then he'll tell you later on. But right now, he can't. He's unconscious." Ginny dabbed the towels along the side of his head, not wanting to move him in case other injuries had occured. Pansy gasped when Ginny said this.
"You little bitch!" she cried out. Ginny laughed.
"You're so clueless, Parkinson. Please, go wait outside for the nurse, and leave us be." Ginny shook her head as the pug faced girl stomped out of the room.
Madam Pompfrey arrived a few minutes later, levitating Draco out of the room and telling Ginny to gather some things he'd need for an overnight stay. She blinked a few times, standing by the door before saying, "And how the hell would I know what the bloke needs?"
She began wandering around. "Hm..." she thought to herself. "Clothes? Pajamas, maybe?" She started opening the drawers of his dresser, not sure what she would find in them. In the first couple drawers, she didn't find what she was wanting to. In the third drawer, she still didn't find what she was looking for, but she did find some interesting items for blackmail: Boxer shorts with Baby Bop on them. She pulled them out and put them in a duffel bag she had found in his closet. She kept searching his room for pajamas, only to find them in the last drawer she could've looked in. He had more clothes than any girl she'd ever met! Well, maybe not Parvati, but still, he had a lot of clothes.
In the pajama drawer, she found basketball shorts, undershirts, and bathrobes. In the very bottom of the drawer, though, she found a pair of pale blue footsie pajamas. She giggled as she pulled them out and stuffed them in the duffel bag.
Next, she began to search for some clothes for the next day. In the pants part of the closet, she could find nothing but dress pants and khakis. "For such a hot git, his clothes aren't very becoming of him," she complained to herself. Finally, on the very last hanger, she found the perfect item: leather pants! "Ginevra Weasley, you are a genius. Or at least completely evil. He's going to kill you for this!"
The shirt would be a problem, for it looked like all of his were uniform white dress shirts. Finally, she found a shiny green long sleeved shirt in the very back of the closet. She pulled it out and stuck it in the bag, also. She threw in a few other things, like a toothbrush and socks and things like that before moving on. She grabbed a pillow off the bed, knowing that the hospital wing would not have a sufficient amount of comfort for the spoiled boy. What she saw under the pillow almost made her choke: a tiny, pink stuffed ferret. She couldn't resist grabbing it, and an extra blanket.
Giggling, she walked confidently out of the room, duffel bag, ferret, pillow, and blanket in tow.
She walked into the hospital wing, trying to keep a straight face. Draco was sitting up, a bandage wrapped around his head.
"Hello! I see you're conscious now," she said, holding the ferret behind her back.
"Thanks, Weasel. You really didn't have to come here."
"I've brought a few things you might need." She placed the pillow, blanket, and duffel bag on the bed. "And here's something I just thought you'd like to have with you." She pulled the ferret out from behind her back.
The look on Draco's face when he saw the plush toy was priceless and Ginny burst out laughing. "Weasley! I can't believe you brought that! Where did you find it?! I thought I had it hid!"
"You did! Under the pillow." Ginny placed it next to him on the bed.
"I can explain! Please, stop laughing, you'll draw attention!"
"Oh, you just wait until you see the attention you draw with the clothes I found for you!" Ginny had stopped laughing, but still had a huge grin plastered on her face.
"Weasley, what kind of clothes...." He then realized that he had not thrown out the clothes he had from when he went out to a muggle club that one time. But the redheaded Gryffindor wouldn't be that...mean! Or would she? He grabbed the duffel and pulled out the leather pants and green shirt. He groaned.
"Oh, don't stop there, Drakey, keep looking." She kept smiling. What else could she have brought? He groaned when he pulled out the footsie pj's. "Ok, now I think an explanation as to why clothes such as these are in the wardrobe of the most sophisticated man at Hogwarts."
"Well. The ferret, it was a counseling thing. You don't know how hard it is to be turned into a ferret. It was terrifying! The paranoia that I felt while I was charmed never left. It was...it was scarring!" Draco cried out. He was speaking so fast that Ginny thought he would explode from the lack of breath. "And the night clothes; well, my mother bought them. She's so out of it, that she doesn't realize I'm too old for that, and I didn't want to hurt her by tossing them out. She was trying at least!" He stopped talking.
"And the leather pants? Well, not so much the pants, but the shirt??" Ginny looked at him.
"It's the type of thing I'd find in Colin's closet."
"Well, they're club clothes. Zabini bought them and made me go to a muggle club with him early this year. I kept meaning to throw them out, but I just kept hiding them away." He looked over at Ginny. "Stop looking at me like that!"
"Like what?!" she cried.
"Like you have some secret. You're not using this against me. You're not blackmailing me with footsie pajamas and a stuffed toy."
"Who says?" Ginny smiled at the boy. She found herself thinking, "Damn, he looks so good when he's agitated."
"You wouldn't. You're such a Gryffindor. You wouldn't." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself instead of her.
"Well, we'll see, won't we?" She smiled once again as she grabbed the ferret and walked back out the door.
"Hey!" Draco yelled. "Bring back my ferret!"
A/N Okay, sorry, again. That was completely boring. But I haven't been inspired to write anything at all, and when I sat down at my keyboard, this is all that would come out. It sucks, really bad, I know. The next chapter might be better, because my life is really calming down. No more Upward Bound, no more class, no more room mates, no more hospitals, no more high school.
Oh, and in three weeks, guess what! I get to move back onto the campus I just moved off of! YAY! Well, at least this time it's with new people. That'll be great! And don't forget to review! I'll love you all forever! Also, go read my other 2 stories. They're a lot better!