AN: as promised this chap will be longer than the last. Enjoy!
It was five days before the Ball. I'd already gone to Hogsmeade to get my dress robe. It was blood red with black netting on top. I simply loved it. I could kiss Dumbledore for giving me the money, but then I didn't like 'old' people that way. At the moment I am sitting on my bed staring at my robe as though there was a spell cast over me. The girls around me were snoring in their beds. A snort came from across the room and broke me from my trance. I shook my head. I never would have thought that a bunch of girls could make such disgusting sounds.
My stomach suddenly growled. I hadn't had any dinner. I had been studying for one of Dumbledore tests in the library. I got up from my place on the bed and went down to the common room and out the portrait dressed in only my pyjamas. Once in the halls I wished I had the Marauder's map, that I knew Harry had in his possession along with an invisibility cloak, may I add. Some people had all the luck.
I crept down the halls, turning every once and a while, but always listening for Filch, that damned cat, or anyone else that would enjoy ratting me out, especially peeves or any of the prefects.
flashback
Fred led the way George took up the back. This had me in the middle. George held the Marauder's map, making sure we would not be caught by anyone. "Now remember Gin, we might not always have the map. So you have to listen real careful for footsteps." Said Fred.
"Yes and try not to use any light." George added.
"Yeah, last time the bloody portraits gave our position away." Fred continued.
"Bloody Mrs Norris found us."
"But good ol' Peeves kicked the cat before it gave us away to Filch." Fred said with a bit of pride in his eyes.
I snickered. I was a first year and Fred and George were showing me the way to the kitchens.
"Though sometimes its good to get caught." said George.
"You can't be serious?" I put in.
"No you got it all wrong. I'm George and this here is Fred." My brother joked. I rolled my eyes. "No really, Filch caught us one time."
(AN: ok the following dialog of Fred and George's story is from POA. I made only a few slight changes, everything else JK rowling wrote.)
"We had let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason." Fred interrupted.
"So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual."
"detention"
"disembowelment"
"and we couldn't help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked 'Confiscated and Highly Dangerous'"
"Tell me you didn't." I said in slight horror.
"Well, what would you have done?" said Fred. "George caused a diversion by dropping another Dungbomb. I whipped the drawer open and grabbed -this" Fred said pointing to the map.
"You see Gin, sometimes Filch can be quite useful." said George, ruffling my hair.
"We're here!" Fred announced as he tickled the pear in the portrait.
End flashback
Fred and George had always been able to make me laugh. But now that George was gone, and Fred... well I haven't seen him in years. Despite the fact that the two will never be able to crack a joke together, there are always the memories to look back on. Though, as much as it breaks my heart to know George is gone, I wonder how Fred feels. he was so much closer to George than the rest of us. Poor Fred. He must feel so lonely without his twin. I swear I'll have to write him.
I finally came to the portrait that led to the kitchens. I tickled the pear, just like Fred had taught me all those years ago. The pear gave out a little giggle and the portrait swung open. I had barely stepped inside when a house elf rushed up.
"What can Kibbly help you with, miss?"
I looked down at the house elf, and smiled. I remember how Hermione was livid about house elf rights. She had even formed a group to support them. S.P.E.W she called it. For someone so bright, Hermione was bonkers sometimes. I mean house elves..? Really people! I have no idea why she was fascinated with them so much. Must have been a muggle thing.
"Miss?" said Kibbly worryingly.
"Oh, sorry! Ummmm. I'll have some wobblebing (chicken) and pumpkin juice, please."
Kibbly smiled and ran off to get her order. It was only then that I really glanced around the kitchen. House elves were running about everywhere, and Draco malfoy was sitting at the sole table picking at his food as he watched me. It was odd how I always ran into him. though I didn't really care. He was the only one in the school who had tried to make conversation with me.
"Mind if I sit?" I asked as I walked up to the table. He motioned me, with his hand, to take the set across from him. I did.
"What are you doing up so late?" I asked.
The house elf came and passed me my order. It was only 'till Kibbly left that Draco answered.
"Eating."
"Obviously." I retorted.
"Than why did you ask?"
I opened my mouth to answer but found that I had no answer to give. Damn him!
"Honestly Black, close your mouth. You're tempting the flies."
"You'd know." I mumbled.
"What's that?"
"Nothing."
There was a strained silence. It was awkward. I picked at my wobblebing a bit and took a few sips of my drink.
"I except." he announced.
"Sorry, what do you except?"
"You're apology. You know, what you said a few weeks ago."
Suddenly it clicked in my brain that I knew what he was talking about. I had nearly forgotten all about that. Well I'm glad he remembered.
I smiled at him. "I'm glad." I told him.
"It's because you're not like the other Gryffindors." he said. I was confused for a second then I realized he was explaining why he talked to me, the Gryffindor. "The rest of them have been Gryfs since their first year, but not you." he didn't know how wrong he was. I wondered if I put on the sorting hat again if it would still place me in Gryffindor. The last two years have changed me so much that I don't know if I still am a Gryffindor. So then maybe Draco is right. I was different from the rest of my house, just not for the same reasons he thought.
AN: well there you go. a long chap. hehe. well.... review, flame, or do nothing at all. it's all good.
It was five days before the Ball. I'd already gone to Hogsmeade to get my dress robe. It was blood red with black netting on top. I simply loved it. I could kiss Dumbledore for giving me the money, but then I didn't like 'old' people that way. At the moment I am sitting on my bed staring at my robe as though there was a spell cast over me. The girls around me were snoring in their beds. A snort came from across the room and broke me from my trance. I shook my head. I never would have thought that a bunch of girls could make such disgusting sounds.
My stomach suddenly growled. I hadn't had any dinner. I had been studying for one of Dumbledore tests in the library. I got up from my place on the bed and went down to the common room and out the portrait dressed in only my pyjamas. Once in the halls I wished I had the Marauder's map, that I knew Harry had in his possession along with an invisibility cloak, may I add. Some people had all the luck.
I crept down the halls, turning every once and a while, but always listening for Filch, that damned cat, or anyone else that would enjoy ratting me out, especially peeves or any of the prefects.
flashback
Fred led the way George took up the back. This had me in the middle. George held the Marauder's map, making sure we would not be caught by anyone. "Now remember Gin, we might not always have the map. So you have to listen real careful for footsteps." Said Fred.
"Yes and try not to use any light." George added.
"Yeah, last time the bloody portraits gave our position away." Fred continued.
"Bloody Mrs Norris found us."
"But good ol' Peeves kicked the cat before it gave us away to Filch." Fred said with a bit of pride in his eyes.
I snickered. I was a first year and Fred and George were showing me the way to the kitchens.
"Though sometimes its good to get caught." said George.
"You can't be serious?" I put in.
"No you got it all wrong. I'm George and this here is Fred." My brother joked. I rolled my eyes. "No really, Filch caught us one time."
(AN: ok the following dialog of Fred and George's story is from POA. I made only a few slight changes, everything else JK rowling wrote.)
"We had let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason." Fred interrupted.
"So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual."
"detention"
"disembowelment"
"and we couldn't help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked 'Confiscated and Highly Dangerous'"
"Tell me you didn't." I said in slight horror.
"Well, what would you have done?" said Fred. "George caused a diversion by dropping another Dungbomb. I whipped the drawer open and grabbed -this" Fred said pointing to the map.
"You see Gin, sometimes Filch can be quite useful." said George, ruffling my hair.
"We're here!" Fred announced as he tickled the pear in the portrait.
End flashback
Fred and George had always been able to make me laugh. But now that George was gone, and Fred... well I haven't seen him in years. Despite the fact that the two will never be able to crack a joke together, there are always the memories to look back on. Though, as much as it breaks my heart to know George is gone, I wonder how Fred feels. he was so much closer to George than the rest of us. Poor Fred. He must feel so lonely without his twin. I swear I'll have to write him.
I finally came to the portrait that led to the kitchens. I tickled the pear, just like Fred had taught me all those years ago. The pear gave out a little giggle and the portrait swung open. I had barely stepped inside when a house elf rushed up.
"What can Kibbly help you with, miss?"
I looked down at the house elf, and smiled. I remember how Hermione was livid about house elf rights. She had even formed a group to support them. S.P.E.W she called it. For someone so bright, Hermione was bonkers sometimes. I mean house elves..? Really people! I have no idea why she was fascinated with them so much. Must have been a muggle thing.
"Miss?" said Kibbly worryingly.
"Oh, sorry! Ummmm. I'll have some wobblebing (chicken) and pumpkin juice, please."
Kibbly smiled and ran off to get her order. It was only then that I really glanced around the kitchen. House elves were running about everywhere, and Draco malfoy was sitting at the sole table picking at his food as he watched me. It was odd how I always ran into him. though I didn't really care. He was the only one in the school who had tried to make conversation with me.
"Mind if I sit?" I asked as I walked up to the table. He motioned me, with his hand, to take the set across from him. I did.
"What are you doing up so late?" I asked.
The house elf came and passed me my order. It was only 'till Kibbly left that Draco answered.
"Eating."
"Obviously." I retorted.
"Than why did you ask?"
I opened my mouth to answer but found that I had no answer to give. Damn him!
"Honestly Black, close your mouth. You're tempting the flies."
"You'd know." I mumbled.
"What's that?"
"Nothing."
There was a strained silence. It was awkward. I picked at my wobblebing a bit and took a few sips of my drink.
"I except." he announced.
"Sorry, what do you except?"
"You're apology. You know, what you said a few weeks ago."
Suddenly it clicked in my brain that I knew what he was talking about. I had nearly forgotten all about that. Well I'm glad he remembered.
I smiled at him. "I'm glad." I told him.
"It's because you're not like the other Gryffindors." he said. I was confused for a second then I realized he was explaining why he talked to me, the Gryffindor. "The rest of them have been Gryfs since their first year, but not you." he didn't know how wrong he was. I wondered if I put on the sorting hat again if it would still place me in Gryffindor. The last two years have changed me so much that I don't know if I still am a Gryffindor. So then maybe Draco is right. I was different from the rest of my house, just not for the same reasons he thought.
AN: well there you go. a long chap. hehe. well.... review, flame, or do nothing at all. it's all good.