I found the perfect song for Ginny! "Short skirt, long jacket" Definitely
Draco's song for Ginny, don't you think?
"Ginny!" She heard a surprised voice say. She detached herself from Draco and looked around.
"Hi Neville! Got the password?" She grinned cheekily at him.
"Um, yeah." He just couldn't seem to get over the sight of her in Draco's arms.
"Draco, meet Neville. Neville, meet Draco."
"Pleased to meet you, Neville." Draco said pleasantly as he shook Neville's hand. Neville just stared. Well, wouldn't you? After all the stuff that Draco's done to him? Draco being nice doesn't exactly fit into Neville's universe. The poor tormented little boy.
"Password, Neville?"
"Uh, edelweiss."
"Edelweiss." Virginia said clearly to the painting, and it swung open. "Want to come up, Draco?"
He looked embarrassed, well, as embarrassed as possible for a Malfoy, and shook his head. "Better not. Rubbed their faces in it enough for one day."
"Ok, see you later. Breakfast, most like." With that, Virginia climbed into the portrait hole, and blew Draco a kiss as she disappeared.
Draco watched with admiration as her neat figure rose out of sight, then seemed to suddenly see Neville again. "Well?" He snarled at Neville, who tried to splutter out an apology, and fairly flew up the stairs. He continued to stare thoughtfully up at the place where she had disappeared as the portrait swung back.
"Anything else, dear?" The portrait inquired curiously.
"No. Good night." With that, Draco spun on his heel and strode away. The Fat Lady stared thoughtfully after him. That was a turn up for the books, and no mistake. Just fancy, a Slytherin, and a Malfoy at that, going out with a Gryffindor. What was the world coming to?
As Virginia reached the common room, accusations and questions flew at her. She ignored them and started to go to her dorm. She was tired and simply not in the mood. She turned at the door and stared at them, waiting for silence. Eventually the enraged and confused Gryffindors quieted down and stared expectantly at her. "Ok, number 1, I am so over Harry fucking Potter. Called sisterly love, peoples, go out with Harry? Rather go out with Charlie, at least he's amusing. Number 2, don't see why it's any of your fucking business. Number 3, if I don't care, and Draco doesn't care, neither should you. Get over the insane hatred for all Slytherins. Some aren't so bad. At least Draco can formulate a decent comeback. You're all so shocked, you can't even speak. Ta ra, I'm going to bed. And if in the future, I invite Draco back to the common room, you will be nice. Otherwise, I can't answer for either of our actions, but I'm more likely to bite." She said in measured tones, carefully spacing out each word. She turned on her heel and started to go up to her room once more. Then she felt a grip on her arm.
"Ginny, don't, you can't go out with that slimy git." Ron said in a low hate filled voice.
"I don't remember actually asking for your permission, Ron. Let go of me." In contrast to Ron, Virginia's voice was clear and level. "Just fucking let go of me, Ron. I'm warning you." Her voice dropped to a growl. The stunned crowd of Gryffindors watched as the two Weasleys stared at each other. "Petrificus totalis." Virginia said tonelessly as she jerked her arm from his grasp, accompanied with the appropriate flick of her wand. Ron dropped to the ground, a look of bewilderment on his face. "I learned some things in the Chamber of Secrets, Ron. One was to never back down, and to fight to protect yourself." Her face curiously closed off as tears rolled down her face, she stalked off to her dorm room. She heard the common room erupt into pandemonium behind her.
She dropped onto her bed, crying with anger. Damn them, damn them! Damn if she was going to stop this because they couldn't see past the outward trappings. Draco had trusted her tonight and she was not going back on that trust. She was enough of a Gryffindor for that. Even if she was a seemingly non-gryffly Gryffindor, she was more of one then those self-serving hypocrites out there. So much for loyalty. "Silencio!" She muttered, waving her wand at the closed curtains of her bed. Now, no one could hear her cry. Shouldn't matter, shouldn't be such a problem. None of their fucking business anyway, she repeated to herself. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the canopy of the bed while the tears ran unheeded down her face. Fuck them. Fuck them all to hell and back. Well, maybe not exactly fuck. She giggled unsteadily at the thought.
"Ginny?" She heard Hermoine's unsteady voice say. "Are you all right? Ron's sorry, and he wants to apologize. Ginny?"
"Fine." Virginia said shortly. Then she remembered that Hermoine couldn't hear her. She got up with a sigh and opened the curtains. "Fine. You're all being very silly about this." She got out of the bed, and then pulled back the curtains. Schooling her face into calm stoicism, she followed Hermoine out of the room.
"Ginny, I, I can't believe I did that. Or that you did that." Ron added as an afterthought. "I'm sorry about yelling at you, and I shouldn't have kept holding on when you told me to let go."
"I'm sorry as well, Ron. I shouldn't have lost my temper." She told him and relief washed over his face. "But I am still surprised at all of you. I thought Gryffindor loyalty was meant to last through anything. And this is hardly anything." Her words dropped like stones into the now silent room. "Draco is better then you think, and if there's one thing no one's accused me of, it's of having bad taste." She dimpled suddenly. She walked over to Harry. "Harry, can I talk with you? Privately?" She walked away, sure that he would follow. "Open up please?" She asked the portrait.
"La ducks, but you're stirring up a storm and no mistake." The Fat Lady told Virginia as she climbed out.
"Tempest in a tea cup. Pity that they don't see that." She told the portrait lady sharply. "Sorry, ma'am. Didn't mean to snap but older brothers are annoying as all get out."
"It's all right pet. I can see what you mean." The portrait said comfortingly as she swung closed after Harry.
"Ginny-" Harry started to get out.
"You, quiet. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in half so much trouble. But noooo, Harry fucking Potter is a stupid braindead twit who goes after a girl who used to like him. Then goes and causes trouble for her boyfriend, because Harry's a friend of her brother. Harry, you're like my brother now, and I never could see any point in incest. After all, that's what produced the Malfoys." She smiled as she considered what she just said. "Draco's the exception to the rule, I mean, look at his father. Definitely some webbed toes business there."
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I didn't-"
"Didn't what? Understand? Realize?" She interrupted him again. "You may be one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Harry, but when it comes to women, you're an absolute insufferable git." She watched him try and formulate words to come back to her statements. Which he couldn't because they were true. He realized with a sinking feeling that he had lost Ginny, possibly forever. And to Malfoy, of all people. That hurt more then anything. "Ah, Harry, don't mean to hurt you. Sorry." She muttered uncomfortably, looking down at the ground. "But is true. Draco, is something I've never experienced before, and I think I like it. Like him for him too, so don't go worrying about that. Mostly we're in this just to annoy the shit out of everyone, but keep that quiet." She confided in him impishly. "We done? Good. Sorry again Harry, but you'll find someone else. You're the Boy Who Lived, how could they resist you?"
"You did." He told her dryly.
"Yeah, but I'm your sister. Love in an entirely different way, Harry. Welcome to the Weasley family, dear. So many of us, one more won't make a difference. Come on, I'm hungry all of a sudden. Edelweiss." With that she climbed back into the Gryffindor common room. "Harry and me are quits. We'se all good now, so he can explain further." She told the almost catatonic Gryffindors. "And just to play with your minds a little, I've never been kissed so good by anyone before Draco. Sides, snakes make good pets. So do ferrets." She said with a giggle before running up to her bed.
The Gryffindors clustered around Harry. "So, what's going on?" Dean asked Harry.
"Me and Ginny, brother sister thing. Her and Draco, we leave alone. She made a very good comment before about Gryffindor loyalty." Harry told the group severely. "We are Gryffindors, when all is said and done. And that means we support each other, no matter what. Good night." With that, he left the whispering group and went to bed.
"Well, I won't leave it at that." Ron told them. "No way am I letting my sister be pawed by a snake." Nostrils pinched together, he stomped out of the common room. Hermoine looked helplessly after him, then followed him, hands nervously pleating her robes.
"Well, that was an interesting first night and no mistake." Said Seamus in a broad Irish accent. "Who's up for a game of Exploding Snap?" The room quietened down as different people sought their beds, and others sat and gossiped. Fancy, Ginny Weasley having enough backbone to do that! And then to hex her own brother. Strange things afoot indeed!
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"Ginny!" She heard a surprised voice say. She detached herself from Draco and looked around.
"Hi Neville! Got the password?" She grinned cheekily at him.
"Um, yeah." He just couldn't seem to get over the sight of her in Draco's arms.
"Draco, meet Neville. Neville, meet Draco."
"Pleased to meet you, Neville." Draco said pleasantly as he shook Neville's hand. Neville just stared. Well, wouldn't you? After all the stuff that Draco's done to him? Draco being nice doesn't exactly fit into Neville's universe. The poor tormented little boy.
"Password, Neville?"
"Uh, edelweiss."
"Edelweiss." Virginia said clearly to the painting, and it swung open. "Want to come up, Draco?"
He looked embarrassed, well, as embarrassed as possible for a Malfoy, and shook his head. "Better not. Rubbed their faces in it enough for one day."
"Ok, see you later. Breakfast, most like." With that, Virginia climbed into the portrait hole, and blew Draco a kiss as she disappeared.
Draco watched with admiration as her neat figure rose out of sight, then seemed to suddenly see Neville again. "Well?" He snarled at Neville, who tried to splutter out an apology, and fairly flew up the stairs. He continued to stare thoughtfully up at the place where she had disappeared as the portrait swung back.
"Anything else, dear?" The portrait inquired curiously.
"No. Good night." With that, Draco spun on his heel and strode away. The Fat Lady stared thoughtfully after him. That was a turn up for the books, and no mistake. Just fancy, a Slytherin, and a Malfoy at that, going out with a Gryffindor. What was the world coming to?
As Virginia reached the common room, accusations and questions flew at her. She ignored them and started to go to her dorm. She was tired and simply not in the mood. She turned at the door and stared at them, waiting for silence. Eventually the enraged and confused Gryffindors quieted down and stared expectantly at her. "Ok, number 1, I am so over Harry fucking Potter. Called sisterly love, peoples, go out with Harry? Rather go out with Charlie, at least he's amusing. Number 2, don't see why it's any of your fucking business. Number 3, if I don't care, and Draco doesn't care, neither should you. Get over the insane hatred for all Slytherins. Some aren't so bad. At least Draco can formulate a decent comeback. You're all so shocked, you can't even speak. Ta ra, I'm going to bed. And if in the future, I invite Draco back to the common room, you will be nice. Otherwise, I can't answer for either of our actions, but I'm more likely to bite." She said in measured tones, carefully spacing out each word. She turned on her heel and started to go up to her room once more. Then she felt a grip on her arm.
"Ginny, don't, you can't go out with that slimy git." Ron said in a low hate filled voice.
"I don't remember actually asking for your permission, Ron. Let go of me." In contrast to Ron, Virginia's voice was clear and level. "Just fucking let go of me, Ron. I'm warning you." Her voice dropped to a growl. The stunned crowd of Gryffindors watched as the two Weasleys stared at each other. "Petrificus totalis." Virginia said tonelessly as she jerked her arm from his grasp, accompanied with the appropriate flick of her wand. Ron dropped to the ground, a look of bewilderment on his face. "I learned some things in the Chamber of Secrets, Ron. One was to never back down, and to fight to protect yourself." Her face curiously closed off as tears rolled down her face, she stalked off to her dorm room. She heard the common room erupt into pandemonium behind her.
She dropped onto her bed, crying with anger. Damn them, damn them! Damn if she was going to stop this because they couldn't see past the outward trappings. Draco had trusted her tonight and she was not going back on that trust. She was enough of a Gryffindor for that. Even if she was a seemingly non-gryffly Gryffindor, she was more of one then those self-serving hypocrites out there. So much for loyalty. "Silencio!" She muttered, waving her wand at the closed curtains of her bed. Now, no one could hear her cry. Shouldn't matter, shouldn't be such a problem. None of their fucking business anyway, she repeated to herself. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the canopy of the bed while the tears ran unheeded down her face. Fuck them. Fuck them all to hell and back. Well, maybe not exactly fuck. She giggled unsteadily at the thought.
"Ginny?" She heard Hermoine's unsteady voice say. "Are you all right? Ron's sorry, and he wants to apologize. Ginny?"
"Fine." Virginia said shortly. Then she remembered that Hermoine couldn't hear her. She got up with a sigh and opened the curtains. "Fine. You're all being very silly about this." She got out of the bed, and then pulled back the curtains. Schooling her face into calm stoicism, she followed Hermoine out of the room.
"Ginny, I, I can't believe I did that. Or that you did that." Ron added as an afterthought. "I'm sorry about yelling at you, and I shouldn't have kept holding on when you told me to let go."
"I'm sorry as well, Ron. I shouldn't have lost my temper." She told him and relief washed over his face. "But I am still surprised at all of you. I thought Gryffindor loyalty was meant to last through anything. And this is hardly anything." Her words dropped like stones into the now silent room. "Draco is better then you think, and if there's one thing no one's accused me of, it's of having bad taste." She dimpled suddenly. She walked over to Harry. "Harry, can I talk with you? Privately?" She walked away, sure that he would follow. "Open up please?" She asked the portrait.
"La ducks, but you're stirring up a storm and no mistake." The Fat Lady told Virginia as she climbed out.
"Tempest in a tea cup. Pity that they don't see that." She told the portrait lady sharply. "Sorry, ma'am. Didn't mean to snap but older brothers are annoying as all get out."
"It's all right pet. I can see what you mean." The portrait said comfortingly as she swung closed after Harry.
"Ginny-" Harry started to get out.
"You, quiet. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in half so much trouble. But noooo, Harry fucking Potter is a stupid braindead twit who goes after a girl who used to like him. Then goes and causes trouble for her boyfriend, because Harry's a friend of her brother. Harry, you're like my brother now, and I never could see any point in incest. After all, that's what produced the Malfoys." She smiled as she considered what she just said. "Draco's the exception to the rule, I mean, look at his father. Definitely some webbed toes business there."
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I didn't-"
"Didn't what? Understand? Realize?" She interrupted him again. "You may be one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Harry, but when it comes to women, you're an absolute insufferable git." She watched him try and formulate words to come back to her statements. Which he couldn't because they were true. He realized with a sinking feeling that he had lost Ginny, possibly forever. And to Malfoy, of all people. That hurt more then anything. "Ah, Harry, don't mean to hurt you. Sorry." She muttered uncomfortably, looking down at the ground. "But is true. Draco, is something I've never experienced before, and I think I like it. Like him for him too, so don't go worrying about that. Mostly we're in this just to annoy the shit out of everyone, but keep that quiet." She confided in him impishly. "We done? Good. Sorry again Harry, but you'll find someone else. You're the Boy Who Lived, how could they resist you?"
"You did." He told her dryly.
"Yeah, but I'm your sister. Love in an entirely different way, Harry. Welcome to the Weasley family, dear. So many of us, one more won't make a difference. Come on, I'm hungry all of a sudden. Edelweiss." With that she climbed back into the Gryffindor common room. "Harry and me are quits. We'se all good now, so he can explain further." She told the almost catatonic Gryffindors. "And just to play with your minds a little, I've never been kissed so good by anyone before Draco. Sides, snakes make good pets. So do ferrets." She said with a giggle before running up to her bed.
The Gryffindors clustered around Harry. "So, what's going on?" Dean asked Harry.
"Me and Ginny, brother sister thing. Her and Draco, we leave alone. She made a very good comment before about Gryffindor loyalty." Harry told the group severely. "We are Gryffindors, when all is said and done. And that means we support each other, no matter what. Good night." With that, he left the whispering group and went to bed.
"Well, I won't leave it at that." Ron told them. "No way am I letting my sister be pawed by a snake." Nostrils pinched together, he stomped out of the common room. Hermoine looked helplessly after him, then followed him, hands nervously pleating her robes.
"Well, that was an interesting first night and no mistake." Said Seamus in a broad Irish accent. "Who's up for a game of Exploding Snap?" The room quietened down as different people sought their beds, and others sat and gossiped. Fancy, Ginny Weasley having enough backbone to do that! And then to hex her own brother. Strange things afoot indeed!
You like? R+R if you do, the more feedback, the quicker I review. As you may see from some of my other stories. I am still in shock over the fact that this story had more reviews then any of my others. But ecstatically happy at the same time. Dobby will get fat. Exploding house elf! Wheeeeeeee!!!!!!