A/N: Well, here's chapter 9. I didn't think I'd get this far. Wow. Sniff Anyway, Read, and Don't forget to review.
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Chapter 9:
Ginny, now not sure where she could go, wandered the halls aimlessly. She knew that sometime or another, she would have to return to the Gryffindor common rooms. That was something she definitely did not want to do. Ron and Hermione, possibly Harry, would be there, waiting to interrogate her on the predicament they had found her in, and Lilac and Jennifer were going to be mad and ignoring her. She just didn't want to face that, not yet.
She thought about going to the library, but she had left all her homework in Draco's room. She thought about going to Hagrid, but it was near curfew, and he would just shoo her right back to the castle. It was already too dark to go to the quidditch pitch, and going to a teacher would be ridiculous without a reason. So, she wandered aimlessly, just thinking.
"Weasel," she heard a voice behind her say. She turned to see Blaise Zabini standing at an empty classroom door.
"Zabini," she replied, dipping her head in a respectable greeting.
"Step into my office, Ms. Weasley. I think we have some matters to attend to." Blaise walked gracefully into the room. Ginny followed, confusion adorning her face.
The room looked to be abandoned for a long time. The desks were covered with years of dust. The only thing that looked to be somewhat used was the office in the back room. 'And I thought he was being cliche!' Ginny thought. Blaise really had an office. And it was elegantly decorated. If there was any doubt about it before, Ginny had just been reassured. He was either gay, or very metro-sexual.
"Wow. This is impressive. Hired decorator?" Ginny asked.
"Of course not! I am the resident decorator. Dumbledore even hired me to decorate for the Fall Ball!"
"Don't get defensive, Zabini. I know all about your ahem decorating skills." Ginny alluded to his sexual preference. Blaise raised an eyebrow at the short redhead.
"And how, may I ask, do you know?" he asked, now circling her.
"I have my ways. If you must know, I have direct connections to a few of your conquests." Ginny walked away from him, having a seat in one of the oversized leopard chairs. Can I stay here?"
"No, Weasel, if it weren't for Draco, you'd never know this was here."
"What do I have to do with Draco?" Ginny asked innocently, still nonchalantly sitting in the chair.
"That's exactly what I want to know." Blaise pulled one of his bar stools directly in front of the chair. "What business do you have with Mr. Slytherin, himself? Why have you been with him all day?" He perched himself on the stool and, from the look on his face, Ginny could tell he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"Privileged information." Ginny stood, preparing to leave.
Blaise pushed her back down into the chair. Ginny stared up at him in shock. "I am very privileged. So, tell me, or be prepared to have me going to more...desperate measures to get it out of you." He smirked the famed Slytherin smirk.
"Blaise, dearest, I'm not allowed to tell you. Cursed to secrecy. If you want to know, go talk to Draco. He's in the hospital wing right now, asleep. Might have to shake him a bit, and be sure to avoid the Dream Team. Harry fell off his broom. Nasty sprained ankle, some scratches. But right now, I have to go find Colin. You know, my best friend. He's been looking for me all day." Ginny stood once again, smirked at him, and walked out the door.
Blaise watched the seductive girl walk away. "Spit fire, that one. Going to be the downfall of our Mr. Malfoy. Actually, that might not be such a bad thing." He shook his head before putting his stool back and leaving the room.
Ginny approached the portrait of the Fat Lady with caution. She knew what was awaiting her inside. She thought about just finding Colin and hiding out in his room the entire night, but Ron would very well find Colin to ask where she was. And then he'd find her, lying in Colin's bed, and, no matter what the sexual preference of said boy, Ron would freak.
So, she would just have to run up to her own room, cover herself with her blankets, and block out the entire world.
"Ginny! Dearie, you are in for something, going in there! It's wild!" The Fat Lady cackled. Ginny, dreading only the worst on her own part, told the password and walked in, only to be stopped at the door. Inside, Lavender and Parvati had all the guys laid out, unconscious on the common room floor. Most of the gryffindor girls were standing about, watching the scene with interest. Ginny's mouth dropped open.
"What the bloody hell are you two doing?!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Gin, calm down. We're just fixing their styles a little." Lavender looked over to Parvati, who had her wand pointed to Neville's hair. "I mean, come on, don't you think Neville would look much better with blond hair?" Parvati said a spell, and Neville's hair lengthened and turned to a dirty blond color.
"Neville's hair looks just fine! Well, actually, he does look much better now, but that's not the point! If you had to stupefy them to be able to do this, it's against their will, and that's illegal!" Ginny cried out.
"Oh, Gin, get real. They'll all appreciate this when we get done. Where's your brother, by the way. He isn't here, and we could do some definite fixing with him," Lavender giggled a little.
"He's with Harry, in the hospital wing, thank merlin!" Ginny mumbled to herself, stepping over Seamus and Colin on her way up to her dormitory. "Good thing I didn't make plans to hide out in the boys dorms tonight. Would've been a disaster," she thought to herself.
Walking into her room, she saw Lilac and Jennifer sitting on Jennifer's bed. She braced herself for the taunting she was about to endure, but after a moment, she noticed that she wasn't receiving it. Instead, she heard sobs from Jennifer.
"Jenn? What's wrong?" Ginny sat down on the edge of the bed. Lilac just glared at her.
"I'm leaving. Tonight. My brother just isn't getting any better. My parents want me to come home now." Jennifer turned away from her.
"Jenn! I am so sorry! He'll be okay, in the end. I know he will!" Ginny made a move to hug Jennifer, but she pulled away.
"Don't, Ginny." Jennifer looked at her with stone eyes. "Seriously, where have you been all day? We've always said we'd never keep anything from each other."
Ginny looked at her with tears in her eyes. 'What a day!' she thought to herself. 'All of this is happening too fast!'
"Ginny?" Lilac looked at her, now worried. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"It started in the owlery. I went up before Jennifer to visit some of my favorite owls. And Draco's owl was hurt, and the letter on its talon was bothering it, so I took it off and put it in my pocket to give to him later, but I forgot. I remembered at lunch, and I took it to him, but only after I read it because I didn't know what it was, and then it upset him, and Snape made me and him go to Dumbledore's office, and then Dumbledore made us go to his room, and then we almost kissed, and then..." Ginny blabbered on. By this time, the girls were just sitting there, staring at Ginny. She had lost them after "Draco's owl." No one called Malfoy by his first name.
"Ginny, Gin, please, calm down, and tell us the whole story from the beginning, starting with the owl. Whose owl was it?" Lilac asked.
"Draco's. You know, Slytherin, blond, plays Quidditch, arrogant prat?" Ginny's tears had dried a bit, and her stress level had lowered itself quite a bit, also.
"Ok, Why are you calling him by his first name? No one does that!" Jennifer cried out.
"It's so difficult. You two aren't going to believe what all has really happened today. Never in a million years!" As Ginny said that, Hermione burst into the room.
"Ginevre Molly Weasley! Your brother and Harry are waiting for you downstairs right this moment! The three of us want to have a nice, long word with you!" Hermione stood with her hands on her waist, foot tapping on the hard wood floor.
"What ever could you need to talk to little old me about, Hermione?" Ginny sighed, knowing the reason.
"Maybe about the fact that you were SNOGGING DRACO MALFOY ON THE HOSPITAL WING COT???!!" Hermione squealed at the top of her lungs.
Lilac and Jennifer gasped, turning back to Ginny. "WHAT?!" they both cried out.
"Told ya you'd never believe any of it. It's been a long day." Ginny got up. "Hermione, I'll be down in just a minute. I want to brush my teeth and put my bedclothes on before going down. This could take a while."
"Okay, but you'd best hurry." Hermione turned and left. Ginny proceeded to lock herself in the bathroom and refused to come out for the rest of the night.
A/N--Well, all done with that chapter. Does anyone else notice this story is really not going anywhere? Well, I'm trying to incorporate a plot. I really am. Plots are just not as fun as hopeless fluff. There will be more about Draco not being a Malfoy in the next chapter. I hope. Eh, the plot pandas will decide, I guess. (everyone else has bunnies, but I don't like bunnies. Evil creatures, as Anya says. I like pandas much better!!) Anyway, review, and tell me where the plot should go. Because I'm just aimlessly typing right now. And it's fun.
Oh, and thanks to BigReader, who has reviewed all of my chapters, I think, and gave me a more than 83 word review! You rock!
Disclaimer: Is it ever going to change? No. I disclaim.
Chapter 9:
Ginny, now not sure where she could go, wandered the halls aimlessly. She knew that sometime or another, she would have to return to the Gryffindor common rooms. That was something she definitely did not want to do. Ron and Hermione, possibly Harry, would be there, waiting to interrogate her on the predicament they had found her in, and Lilac and Jennifer were going to be mad and ignoring her. She just didn't want to face that, not yet.
She thought about going to the library, but she had left all her homework in Draco's room. She thought about going to Hagrid, but it was near curfew, and he would just shoo her right back to the castle. It was already too dark to go to the quidditch pitch, and going to a teacher would be ridiculous without a reason. So, she wandered aimlessly, just thinking.
"Weasel," she heard a voice behind her say. She turned to see Blaise Zabini standing at an empty classroom door.
"Zabini," she replied, dipping her head in a respectable greeting.
"Step into my office, Ms. Weasley. I think we have some matters to attend to." Blaise walked gracefully into the room. Ginny followed, confusion adorning her face.
The room looked to be abandoned for a long time. The desks were covered with years of dust. The only thing that looked to be somewhat used was the office in the back room. 'And I thought he was being cliche!' Ginny thought. Blaise really had an office. And it was elegantly decorated. If there was any doubt about it before, Ginny had just been reassured. He was either gay, or very metro-sexual.
"Wow. This is impressive. Hired decorator?" Ginny asked.
"Of course not! I am the resident decorator. Dumbledore even hired me to decorate for the Fall Ball!"
"Don't get defensive, Zabini. I know all about your ahem decorating skills." Ginny alluded to his sexual preference. Blaise raised an eyebrow at the short redhead.
"And how, may I ask, do you know?" he asked, now circling her.
"I have my ways. If you must know, I have direct connections to a few of your conquests." Ginny walked away from him, having a seat in one of the oversized leopard chairs. Can I stay here?"
"No, Weasel, if it weren't for Draco, you'd never know this was here."
"What do I have to do with Draco?" Ginny asked innocently, still nonchalantly sitting in the chair.
"That's exactly what I want to know." Blaise pulled one of his bar stools directly in front of the chair. "What business do you have with Mr. Slytherin, himself? Why have you been with him all day?" He perched himself on the stool and, from the look on his face, Ginny could tell he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"Privileged information." Ginny stood, preparing to leave.
Blaise pushed her back down into the chair. Ginny stared up at him in shock. "I am very privileged. So, tell me, or be prepared to have me going to more...desperate measures to get it out of you." He smirked the famed Slytherin smirk.
"Blaise, dearest, I'm not allowed to tell you. Cursed to secrecy. If you want to know, go talk to Draco. He's in the hospital wing right now, asleep. Might have to shake him a bit, and be sure to avoid the Dream Team. Harry fell off his broom. Nasty sprained ankle, some scratches. But right now, I have to go find Colin. You know, my best friend. He's been looking for me all day." Ginny stood once again, smirked at him, and walked out the door.
Blaise watched the seductive girl walk away. "Spit fire, that one. Going to be the downfall of our Mr. Malfoy. Actually, that might not be such a bad thing." He shook his head before putting his stool back and leaving the room.
Ginny approached the portrait of the Fat Lady with caution. She knew what was awaiting her inside. She thought about just finding Colin and hiding out in his room the entire night, but Ron would very well find Colin to ask where she was. And then he'd find her, lying in Colin's bed, and, no matter what the sexual preference of said boy, Ron would freak.
So, she would just have to run up to her own room, cover herself with her blankets, and block out the entire world.
"Ginny! Dearie, you are in for something, going in there! It's wild!" The Fat Lady cackled. Ginny, dreading only the worst on her own part, told the password and walked in, only to be stopped at the door. Inside, Lavender and Parvati had all the guys laid out, unconscious on the common room floor. Most of the gryffindor girls were standing about, watching the scene with interest. Ginny's mouth dropped open.
"What the bloody hell are you two doing?!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Gin, calm down. We're just fixing their styles a little." Lavender looked over to Parvati, who had her wand pointed to Neville's hair. "I mean, come on, don't you think Neville would look much better with blond hair?" Parvati said a spell, and Neville's hair lengthened and turned to a dirty blond color.
"Neville's hair looks just fine! Well, actually, he does look much better now, but that's not the point! If you had to stupefy them to be able to do this, it's against their will, and that's illegal!" Ginny cried out.
"Oh, Gin, get real. They'll all appreciate this when we get done. Where's your brother, by the way. He isn't here, and we could do some definite fixing with him," Lavender giggled a little.
"He's with Harry, in the hospital wing, thank merlin!" Ginny mumbled to herself, stepping over Seamus and Colin on her way up to her dormitory. "Good thing I didn't make plans to hide out in the boys dorms tonight. Would've been a disaster," she thought to herself.
Walking into her room, she saw Lilac and Jennifer sitting on Jennifer's bed. She braced herself for the taunting she was about to endure, but after a moment, she noticed that she wasn't receiving it. Instead, she heard sobs from Jennifer.
"Jenn? What's wrong?" Ginny sat down on the edge of the bed. Lilac just glared at her.
"I'm leaving. Tonight. My brother just isn't getting any better. My parents want me to come home now." Jennifer turned away from her.
"Jenn! I am so sorry! He'll be okay, in the end. I know he will!" Ginny made a move to hug Jennifer, but she pulled away.
"Don't, Ginny." Jennifer looked at her with stone eyes. "Seriously, where have you been all day? We've always said we'd never keep anything from each other."
Ginny looked at her with tears in her eyes. 'What a day!' she thought to herself. 'All of this is happening too fast!'
"Ginny?" Lilac looked at her, now worried. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"It started in the owlery. I went up before Jennifer to visit some of my favorite owls. And Draco's owl was hurt, and the letter on its talon was bothering it, so I took it off and put it in my pocket to give to him later, but I forgot. I remembered at lunch, and I took it to him, but only after I read it because I didn't know what it was, and then it upset him, and Snape made me and him go to Dumbledore's office, and then Dumbledore made us go to his room, and then we almost kissed, and then..." Ginny blabbered on. By this time, the girls were just sitting there, staring at Ginny. She had lost them after "Draco's owl." No one called Malfoy by his first name.
"Ginny, Gin, please, calm down, and tell us the whole story from the beginning, starting with the owl. Whose owl was it?" Lilac asked.
"Draco's. You know, Slytherin, blond, plays Quidditch, arrogant prat?" Ginny's tears had dried a bit, and her stress level had lowered itself quite a bit, also.
"Ok, Why are you calling him by his first name? No one does that!" Jennifer cried out.
"It's so difficult. You two aren't going to believe what all has really happened today. Never in a million years!" As Ginny said that, Hermione burst into the room.
"Ginevre Molly Weasley! Your brother and Harry are waiting for you downstairs right this moment! The three of us want to have a nice, long word with you!" Hermione stood with her hands on her waist, foot tapping on the hard wood floor.
"What ever could you need to talk to little old me about, Hermione?" Ginny sighed, knowing the reason.
"Maybe about the fact that you were SNOGGING DRACO MALFOY ON THE HOSPITAL WING COT???!!" Hermione squealed at the top of her lungs.
Lilac and Jennifer gasped, turning back to Ginny. "WHAT?!" they both cried out.
"Told ya you'd never believe any of it. It's been a long day." Ginny got up. "Hermione, I'll be down in just a minute. I want to brush my teeth and put my bedclothes on before going down. This could take a while."
"Okay, but you'd best hurry." Hermione turned and left. Ginny proceeded to lock herself in the bathroom and refused to come out for the rest of the night.
A/N--Well, all done with that chapter. Does anyone else notice this story is really not going anywhere? Well, I'm trying to incorporate a plot. I really am. Plots are just not as fun as hopeless fluff. There will be more about Draco not being a Malfoy in the next chapter. I hope. Eh, the plot pandas will decide, I guess. (everyone else has bunnies, but I don't like bunnies. Evil creatures, as Anya says. I like pandas much better!!) Anyway, review, and tell me where the plot should go. Because I'm just aimlessly typing right now. And it's fun.