Hi ho alls! This is my second attempt at writing HP fanfic, because the
first was shockingly gruesome. *shakes head in disbelief* Don't get it, my
LotR ones are so good. . . I'm a dedicated Draco/Ginny shipper and I always
feel sorry for Snape. Hey, evil has always struck me as more interesting
then good, k? And Draco is just so twisted and misaligned. . . And that
actor is going to be so HOT when he gets a few years on him! *notices weird
stares* What? Oooohhhh rriiiigghhhttt, the Draco Malfoy drool fest coming
from a seventeen year old is not good? At least I'm female! *sticks tongue
out* So ner! Just, the way some ships get set up in fanfic is just icky.
Gives me the wiggins. Well, I'm addicted to sappy romance novels with the
sex in them, so I'm disturbed and depraved *shrugs* what ya gonna do? My
friends tried and failed. BTW, this is set in Ginny's 5th year, so Malfoy
and the Dream Team are in 6th. *frowns* I think that's right.
The beginning of another year, just like any other in Hogwarts, yet something had changed. Virginia stared moodily out of the window of the Hogwarts Express. She sighed and rested her head on hand while she ignored the Dream Team. Ordinarily, she loved her brother, but this whole Hermoine thing had really gone too far. No one should make out with their girlfriend while their younger sister was in the room. Compartment. Whatever! She snorted huffily and rose to leave. Harry looked up from his book, startled. Ron hadn't noticed. Typical. He had his tongue stuck down Hermoine's throat as per usual. How Harry stood it, she didn't know and didn't really want to. Shudder at the bad mental images.
"What's the matter Ginny?" Yeah, right, now he noticed her. Typical bloody Potter. She could so swear at him. After she got over him, he starts sniffing around. Stupid male.
"Nothing. I just need some air." She went past the entangled couple and Harry without another word. Reaching the outside, she slid the door shut and leaned against it. So entirely sick of it! Well, Ron and Hermoine had some catching up to do. She giggled softly as she remembered how her mother had reacted the first time she caught them making out, and every time after that. All summer. She closed her eyes and basked in the memories, smiling a wicked little grin.
"You're taking up a lot of room, Weasel." That sneer could only be one person. She opened her eyes and stared haughtily at Draco Malfoy.
"Are you that inbred that you have memory loss problems?" She snapped waspishly. Then she grinned, that was pretty good. "That could be possible," She went into a superior tone, "You are a Malfoy. Things could be worse though, you could have been a Crabbe or a Goyle. Now in them, the inbreeding presents itself in visible form." Malfoy just stared at her, his mouth hanging open. Crabbe and Goyle waited for an order. This was fun. "Surprised I grew a backbone, Malfoy?"
"Slightly. Does Potter let you have one?" His mouth creased up in a smirk.
"Potter? Dear Merlin, he has nothing to do with it, the brain dead twit." Virginia snorted inelegantly. Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, so? I am intrigued."
"My personal life is none of your business Malfoy." She gave him a long, cool stare. She fought herself not to let her eyes bug out. Merlin, where did Malfoy get off looking so hot? He folded his arms over that delicious looking chest. Meow, get down girl. That silver blonde hair and those intense eyes. Why hadn't she noticed that Malfoy was so hot? Oh that's right Harry. She gave a small grimace of distaste. "Fugging bad all round. Stupid brain dead twit. Not you, Harry." She half smiled. She crossed her arms as she waited for his response.
"And the meaning of the smile?"
"Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have some one after you that you don't want, used to like, and now regard as family? Any idea how darn right icky that all is?" She gave a theatrical shudder. Malfoy's mouth quirked. Was it? Yes, it was! A smile! "Ha, I win Malfoy! I made you smile!" Virginia collapsed into giggles then fell backwards, robes flaring upwards, as the door behind her opened. "JESUS H. ROOSEVELT CHRIST! Go f*** a snake!" She heard several gasps behind her, and one in front. She stood up angrily, brushing her red hair out of her eyes. "Who the F*** was that! Ron, I'm going to tear you into pieces!" She bared her teeth and stared angrily into the compartment, brown eyes spitting sparks. Ron took a step backwards. "Forget it, no, I don't wanna know. See yas. Acacio bag." After catching her small handbag as it flew out of the compartment, hitting Ron's head on the way, Virginia strode off down the corridor, muttering swears under her breath.
She looked into several compartments on the way down, but they were all full. No seats. Damned if she was going back to sit with the Dream Team. Several heads poked out into the corridor to see the first ever sight of Ginny Weasley in a rage. And swearing. But at what? She had an image as the never say boo to a goose, nice, sweet, timid little sister of Ron's or one of the other Weasley brothers.
And that was the problem. She shook her head angrily again. She was herself, and she wasn't little anymore. Why didn't they see that? She had changed since the Chamber of Secrets, which was partly that, and also just being plain fed up to the back teeth. She gritted said teeth. Four years ago, four fewking years and still protected, wrapped up in cotton wool like she might break. As if. She slid into an empty compartment and put her head down on her knees. She threw her head back and laughed as she thought of the bewilderment and sheer shock on the Dream Team's faces. Even if Ron owled mum, it was still worth it. She looked up, still howling with laughter, as Malfoy slid open the door of the compartment and walked in. Minus Crabbe and Goyle.
Please disregard all comments above. I have a split personality *eye twitches* It's all right, truly it is *more eye twitches* But mainly, I just love to mess with ppl's minds. I like reviews, feed Dobby? Someone feed Dobby? The House Elf's starving here, you insensitive jerks! And for all my loyal readers out there (the handful that there are) this doesn't mean I'm going to neglect my LotR fanfics either. I've just hit a dead spot, alright? So don't get your panties in a twist! Now let's all think about Draco's panties, shall we? *snickers* Dearie me, I'm evil. Bad cat, bad!
The beginning of another year, just like any other in Hogwarts, yet something had changed. Virginia stared moodily out of the window of the Hogwarts Express. She sighed and rested her head on hand while she ignored the Dream Team. Ordinarily, she loved her brother, but this whole Hermoine thing had really gone too far. No one should make out with their girlfriend while their younger sister was in the room. Compartment. Whatever! She snorted huffily and rose to leave. Harry looked up from his book, startled. Ron hadn't noticed. Typical. He had his tongue stuck down Hermoine's throat as per usual. How Harry stood it, she didn't know and didn't really want to. Shudder at the bad mental images.
"What's the matter Ginny?" Yeah, right, now he noticed her. Typical bloody Potter. She could so swear at him. After she got over him, he starts sniffing around. Stupid male.
"Nothing. I just need some air." She went past the entangled couple and Harry without another word. Reaching the outside, she slid the door shut and leaned against it. So entirely sick of it! Well, Ron and Hermoine had some catching up to do. She giggled softly as she remembered how her mother had reacted the first time she caught them making out, and every time after that. All summer. She closed her eyes and basked in the memories, smiling a wicked little grin.
"You're taking up a lot of room, Weasel." That sneer could only be one person. She opened her eyes and stared haughtily at Draco Malfoy.
"Are you that inbred that you have memory loss problems?" She snapped waspishly. Then she grinned, that was pretty good. "That could be possible," She went into a superior tone, "You are a Malfoy. Things could be worse though, you could have been a Crabbe or a Goyle. Now in them, the inbreeding presents itself in visible form." Malfoy just stared at her, his mouth hanging open. Crabbe and Goyle waited for an order. This was fun. "Surprised I grew a backbone, Malfoy?"
"Slightly. Does Potter let you have one?" His mouth creased up in a smirk.
"Potter? Dear Merlin, he has nothing to do with it, the brain dead twit." Virginia snorted inelegantly. Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, so? I am intrigued."
"My personal life is none of your business Malfoy." She gave him a long, cool stare. She fought herself not to let her eyes bug out. Merlin, where did Malfoy get off looking so hot? He folded his arms over that delicious looking chest. Meow, get down girl. That silver blonde hair and those intense eyes. Why hadn't she noticed that Malfoy was so hot? Oh that's right Harry. She gave a small grimace of distaste. "Fugging bad all round. Stupid brain dead twit. Not you, Harry." She half smiled. She crossed her arms as she waited for his response.
"And the meaning of the smile?"
"Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have some one after you that you don't want, used to like, and now regard as family? Any idea how darn right icky that all is?" She gave a theatrical shudder. Malfoy's mouth quirked. Was it? Yes, it was! A smile! "Ha, I win Malfoy! I made you smile!" Virginia collapsed into giggles then fell backwards, robes flaring upwards, as the door behind her opened. "JESUS H. ROOSEVELT CHRIST! Go f*** a snake!" She heard several gasps behind her, and one in front. She stood up angrily, brushing her red hair out of her eyes. "Who the F*** was that! Ron, I'm going to tear you into pieces!" She bared her teeth and stared angrily into the compartment, brown eyes spitting sparks. Ron took a step backwards. "Forget it, no, I don't wanna know. See yas. Acacio bag." After catching her small handbag as it flew out of the compartment, hitting Ron's head on the way, Virginia strode off down the corridor, muttering swears under her breath.
She looked into several compartments on the way down, but they were all full. No seats. Damned if she was going back to sit with the Dream Team. Several heads poked out into the corridor to see the first ever sight of Ginny Weasley in a rage. And swearing. But at what? She had an image as the never say boo to a goose, nice, sweet, timid little sister of Ron's or one of the other Weasley brothers.
And that was the problem. She shook her head angrily again. She was herself, and she wasn't little anymore. Why didn't they see that? She had changed since the Chamber of Secrets, which was partly that, and also just being plain fed up to the back teeth. She gritted said teeth. Four years ago, four fewking years and still protected, wrapped up in cotton wool like she might break. As if. She slid into an empty compartment and put her head down on her knees. She threw her head back and laughed as she thought of the bewilderment and sheer shock on the Dream Team's faces. Even if Ron owled mum, it was still worth it. She looked up, still howling with laughter, as Malfoy slid open the door of the compartment and walked in. Minus Crabbe and Goyle.
Please disregard all comments above. I have a split personality *eye twitches* It's all right, truly it is *more eye twitches* But mainly, I just love to mess with ppl's minds. I like reviews, feed Dobby? Someone feed Dobby? The House Elf's starving here, you insensitive jerks! And for all my loyal readers out there (the handful that there are) this doesn't mean I'm going to neglect my LotR fanfics either. I've just hit a dead spot, alright? So don't get your panties in a twist! Now let's all think about Draco's panties, shall we? *snickers* Dearie me, I'm evil. Bad cat, bad!