Not According to Plan
Disclaimer: Any characters that have been in a Harry Potter book belong to Mrs. Rowling, not me.
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
Chapter Two
"This tiara hurts my head," Jordyn complained, taking the tiara off and messing up her hair for the hundredth time. And we hadn't even left our house yet.
"No one will be able to tell that you are a princess if you keep taking it off. They will just think that you got dressed up in an evening gown." I explained not so patiently as I took the tiara from her and placed it on her head.
"Fine. How much time do we have left?" She asked again. Merlin, she was worse than a child. But maybe that's why she was with Fred; both rather immature.
"Twenty minutes."
"I can't wait."
"If you don't let me finish putting my make-up on, you will have to wait longer because I am not leaving without make-up." I snapped. Jordyn plopped down on my bed, totally crinkling her gown. I was going as a fairy. Not the most creative idea, but at least I didn't purchase a witch costume.
"Ginny?" she called, from my bedroom to my bathroom, where I was.
"What now Jordyn? I told you I'm not ready." I growled. She caused me to mess up my eye shadow.
"Oh, sorry." Hermione said quietly. "I just wanted to know if I could borrow some water from the sink. Ron spilled something on my costume. The sink in the kitchen has dishes in it and one of George's experiments exploded in his bathroom. I'll be in and out I promise."
"Come in," I said, thrusting open the door. Sure enough, there was an odd purple stain on the front of her pumpkin. She chose the pumpkin to hide the fact that she was expecting. "How's it going?"
She smiled. "Okay. Ron still hasn't come to his senses about a name though. For some unknown reason he sees nothing wrong with the name 'Chaser'. Sometimes I think that he likes that team more than me. Your brother is an idiot."
"They all are. Well, Bill may have his head on straight but he's probably the only one." I said, fixing the green eye shadow mess.
"What's wrong with the others?" Hermione asked; the purple stain now replaced with a wet spot.
"Let's see. Percy is so naïve that he believed the ideas of a psycho minister who conspired with Voldemort. Just last week, George had to go to the hospital because one of their biting gift boxes bit him pretty good. Fred has a swollen tongue due to an electrocuting lollipop. Ron wants to name his kid 'Chaser' and Charlie constantly sticks himself in deadly situations with fire-breathing dragons."
Hermione laughed. "I see your point."
"Is it time yet?" Jordyn called from the other room.
"I may have a costume change to black and white stripes by the end of tonight. I'm going to kill her." I moaned.
~*~*~*~
I wanted to kill them. The twins, I mean. When I signed on to this little group dance thing, they assured me that most everyone else was going single. Well, they lied. Ron had Hermione of course. And Fred had Jordyn. George found some girl earlier that day that had apparently come into the store when I was out buying lollipops. Kelsey, I think. Alicia had her boyfriend, Reese. Katie was with some friend, Cole or Cody; something like that.
Then, he showed up. Harry. The same Harry that I dated when I was eighteen. The same Harry that I broke up with. And he had a date. This really pretty girl; I can't for the life of me remember her name, but then again when they showed up at Fred and George's house; I didn't really think much of all. There I was, just broken up with my boyfriend of three years and dateless, and my ex-boyfriend shows up with a date.
But that wasn't even the worse part. No, it wasn't by far. And I know what you are thinking, what could possibly be worse than standing there with your mouth open staring at your ex-boyfriend and his date while yours was non-existent? All of the aforementioned and the only other dateless one be Oliver Wood. And everyone knows that all of the single people end up hanging together because they don't want to bother all those lucky souls with dates.
Don't get me wrong, Oliver is a really nice person. But all he ever talks about is quidditch. Well, once in a while, he takes a break from quidditch and talks about the latest racing broom. Talk about a snooze-fest. If I wanted to talk about quidditch, all I would have to do is talk to Ron. He jumps at any chance to discuss his rather unhealthy obsession with the Chudley Cannons. Just ask Hermione.
~*~*~*~
"So, who do you think will win? Ginny?" He asked, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.
"Huh?" I said, lifting my head from the table. I had just spent the past twenty minutes drowning him out. I had no idea what he was talking.
"Bulgaria or Germany?"
"Um, Germany."
"They do have a pretty good defense. That keeper they have, Sabrina James, is awesome. She hardly ever lets a goal in. Not to mention, she is pretty." He rambled on.
God, how I wanted to slam my head into the wooden table we were sitting at. This dance was boring. Oliver just droned on and on. For the first half hour it was okay; Ron had talked to Oliver and I got to chat with Hermione. Turns out she likes the name Crystal. But then she didn't feel so well, so Ron and Hermione cut the night short. So I was stuck with Oliver. Most of the songs, the DJ played were slow dances so I just sat at that bench. So maybe when he asked me to dance, that's why I jumped at the chance.
He was average height with this platinum blonde hair. I couldn't see his face. He had this mask on. I think he was supposed to be a phantom or something. I don't know. Whatever he was dressed up as, he took me away from the quidditch talk. Well, it wasn't even really a talk because I didn't say anything. I just think Oliver likes the sound of his voice.
"Would you care to dance?" he asked, holding out his gloved hand.
"Do you mind, Oliver?" I asked just to be polite. I was leaving whether he approved it or not. A fleet of dementors couldn't hold me at the table any longer.
"No. Have fun." He said. Then he turned to this teenager that was sitting on the wooden bench with us. His leg was in cast. "What did you think of Sweden and Canada in the semi-finals? Webster definitely didn't have a good night with that snitch. Canada got it right from under his nose." Oliver blabbed on.
Poor kid. He didn't even see it coming. And with that broken leg, he didn't even have a shot in hell at escaping.
My mysterious dancer pulled me onto the dance floor. Alicia, my friend from when we played quidditch together in school and co-worker at Teen Witch (she works in sports), had her arms around Reese's neck. She raised her eyebrows at my date and smiled.
"I like this song." My dancing stranger said, as the next song came blaring on. I recognized his voice. I just couldn't place it.
"Me too. Do you play quidditch?" I asked him. Great, I was starting off conservation with quidditch talk. I had definitely spent way too much time with Oliver.
"Yeah," he said with a smile. "I live for it. I just got signed to a team." Great, so that meant I didn't know his voice from there if he was just signed. But it seemed like he knew me, so I wasn't going to act like a moron and just ask him. I didn't want it to seem like I didn't remember him. Well, I mean I did remember his voice, just not his name.
We danced for awhile longer, mostly in silence during some of the slower songs. I was getting tired and he must have noticed because he pulled me off the dance floor and out the doors to the courtyard.
The night air was cool and crisp. It felt wonderful compared to the stuffy hall. We sat down on the bench and he grabbed my hand. I know, it sounds so fairy tale like but that's what happened. I almost didn't mind dealing with Harry and his date and Oliver and his conversation (or lack thereof). Almost.
He brushed his hand through his hair and took off his mask. I felt my heart skip a beat and nearly choked on the once wonderful night air.
"No," I said in shock. I put my hand on my chest to feel my heart. Seriously, I think it stopped beating.
"What?" he said, looking at me. It took a second, but his eyes too grew big. "Ginny?"
"What the hell were you thinking?" I snapped at Draco.
Draco glared right back at me. "Hey you danced with me just as much as I danced with you."
"But I didn't have a mask on," I hissed, getting up off the bench.
"How was I supposed to recognize you? You got all the funky green eye stuff and glitter on! And those ribbons in your hair!"
"I am a fairy! A forest fairy! They like green glitter!"
"Well I was a phantom! And it was dark!"
"You could have said your name!"
"You could have said yours!"
I wanted to die. I didn't believe that this night could possibly get any worse. Oh how, I was wrong. "You know what? Let's just forget this ever happened. We won't say anything to anyone."
"I couldn't agree more. Do you know what my father would say if he found out we went to the same party let alone danced?" Draco muttered.
"You are twenty-four and you still have to check your dates with your father?" I asked, in shock. I never checked my dates with my parents when I was fourteen let alone twenty three.
"No," he hissed, folding his arms over his chest. "I am just-um close with my parents."
"You said um." I smirked.
"What?" he asked, just staring at me.
"You said um. You were lying."
Draco looked flustered. "Shut up. You know, I could make sure that your brother gets wind of the fact that you like me."
I was horrified. "I do not like you." I snapped. "Believe it or not, not everyone likes a pale, blonde, skinny, stuck-up prat."
"Now who wouldn't like that?" He replied with a smirk.
"Merlin, I'm just going to go." I said, turning my back to Draco to get my purse from where I had dropped it on the ground.
"HEY!" Draco yelped. I spun around to see my brother pinning Draco against the stone wall of the courtyard.
"What the hell do you think you are doing with my sister?" George growled. "Did he do anything that he would regret, Ginny?"
Merlin, the last thing I needed was the two of them causing a scene. Then, everyone would know something was between Draco and I. "George, let him go. I just ran into him out while I was getting some fresh air."
George glared at Draco, but pulled away none the less. "You've been blessed by an angel, jerk. Cause I would have killed you had you gotten any closer to my sister."
Draco just straightened his shirt collar. "Can't a guy walk in the courtyard without some psycho grabbing him from behind?"
"Not when the guy is walking closer to the psycho's sister when her back is turned." George threatened.
Draco just grabbed his mask from the ground and walked off. "Talk to you later, Gin." He hissed coldly.
"You will not!" George bellowed.
I know George meant well. I mean I love him to death. But I just ragged on Draco for having to check with his family for who he is friends with and my brother attacks a guy that is talking to me.
"What he did mean by "I'll talk to you later."?" George asked, placing his arm around my shoulder, as we walked back to the building.
"Nothing, George."
"What are you hiding?"
"George! Nothing. I am not going to talk to Draco again until flobberworms fly." I said, hugging him. "But thanks for keeping an eye on me."
George smiled. "What are big brothers for?'
We walked slowly back to the hall. "So who was that guy you were with earlier?" he asked, smiling.
"Oliver." I answered, playing stupid.
"No. The blonde masked man." Draco sounded cute the way he said it.
"Oh he left."
"Who was he?" George asked again.
"A friend."
"Is it serious?" He pestered. "What's his name?"
"It's nothing, George." I replied.
"It wasn't 'nothing'. You two looked really happy."
I sighed. "George, we are just friends."
"But it looked like there was something between you two." "We just danced."
"There was something. Is he your secret boyfriend?" George said with a smirk.
"No!" I yelped a little too loudly and quickly.
"Why not?" He said, sounding annoyed that someone would reject me.
Why can't he ever just drop the subject. "Because he's.........gay." I fibbed.
"Oh. Well that explains a lot." He said, pondering something.
"What?" I asked in confusion.
"Kelsey said he had really perfect hair. Fred made the comment that no guy could have hair like that. No straight guy, any way. That guy must spend more time on his hair than you do."
"Was the whole hall watching me tonight?" I asked, rather pissed that I had to have half the party babysitting me.
"Yeah, sort of."
"George...." I whined. Twenty-three and still has several baby-sitters. I just love my life.
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Thanks for reading! Thanks to all of those reviewers!
Simple Plan Gc Fan
Disclaimer: Any characters that have been in a Harry Potter book belong to Mrs. Rowling, not me.
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
Chapter Two
"This tiara hurts my head," Jordyn complained, taking the tiara off and messing up her hair for the hundredth time. And we hadn't even left our house yet.
"No one will be able to tell that you are a princess if you keep taking it off. They will just think that you got dressed up in an evening gown." I explained not so patiently as I took the tiara from her and placed it on her head.
"Fine. How much time do we have left?" She asked again. Merlin, she was worse than a child. But maybe that's why she was with Fred; both rather immature.
"Twenty minutes."
"I can't wait."
"If you don't let me finish putting my make-up on, you will have to wait longer because I am not leaving without make-up." I snapped. Jordyn plopped down on my bed, totally crinkling her gown. I was going as a fairy. Not the most creative idea, but at least I didn't purchase a witch costume.
"Ginny?" she called, from my bedroom to my bathroom, where I was.
"What now Jordyn? I told you I'm not ready." I growled. She caused me to mess up my eye shadow.
"Oh, sorry." Hermione said quietly. "I just wanted to know if I could borrow some water from the sink. Ron spilled something on my costume. The sink in the kitchen has dishes in it and one of George's experiments exploded in his bathroom. I'll be in and out I promise."
"Come in," I said, thrusting open the door. Sure enough, there was an odd purple stain on the front of her pumpkin. She chose the pumpkin to hide the fact that she was expecting. "How's it going?"
She smiled. "Okay. Ron still hasn't come to his senses about a name though. For some unknown reason he sees nothing wrong with the name 'Chaser'. Sometimes I think that he likes that team more than me. Your brother is an idiot."
"They all are. Well, Bill may have his head on straight but he's probably the only one." I said, fixing the green eye shadow mess.
"What's wrong with the others?" Hermione asked; the purple stain now replaced with a wet spot.
"Let's see. Percy is so naïve that he believed the ideas of a psycho minister who conspired with Voldemort. Just last week, George had to go to the hospital because one of their biting gift boxes bit him pretty good. Fred has a swollen tongue due to an electrocuting lollipop. Ron wants to name his kid 'Chaser' and Charlie constantly sticks himself in deadly situations with fire-breathing dragons."
Hermione laughed. "I see your point."
"Is it time yet?" Jordyn called from the other room.
"I may have a costume change to black and white stripes by the end of tonight. I'm going to kill her." I moaned.
~*~*~*~
I wanted to kill them. The twins, I mean. When I signed on to this little group dance thing, they assured me that most everyone else was going single. Well, they lied. Ron had Hermione of course. And Fred had Jordyn. George found some girl earlier that day that had apparently come into the store when I was out buying lollipops. Kelsey, I think. Alicia had her boyfriend, Reese. Katie was with some friend, Cole or Cody; something like that.
Then, he showed up. Harry. The same Harry that I dated when I was eighteen. The same Harry that I broke up with. And he had a date. This really pretty girl; I can't for the life of me remember her name, but then again when they showed up at Fred and George's house; I didn't really think much of all. There I was, just broken up with my boyfriend of three years and dateless, and my ex-boyfriend shows up with a date.
But that wasn't even the worse part. No, it wasn't by far. And I know what you are thinking, what could possibly be worse than standing there with your mouth open staring at your ex-boyfriend and his date while yours was non-existent? All of the aforementioned and the only other dateless one be Oliver Wood. And everyone knows that all of the single people end up hanging together because they don't want to bother all those lucky souls with dates.
Don't get me wrong, Oliver is a really nice person. But all he ever talks about is quidditch. Well, once in a while, he takes a break from quidditch and talks about the latest racing broom. Talk about a snooze-fest. If I wanted to talk about quidditch, all I would have to do is talk to Ron. He jumps at any chance to discuss his rather unhealthy obsession with the Chudley Cannons. Just ask Hermione.
~*~*~*~
"So, who do you think will win? Ginny?" He asked, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.
"Huh?" I said, lifting my head from the table. I had just spent the past twenty minutes drowning him out. I had no idea what he was talking.
"Bulgaria or Germany?"
"Um, Germany."
"They do have a pretty good defense. That keeper they have, Sabrina James, is awesome. She hardly ever lets a goal in. Not to mention, she is pretty." He rambled on.
God, how I wanted to slam my head into the wooden table we were sitting at. This dance was boring. Oliver just droned on and on. For the first half hour it was okay; Ron had talked to Oliver and I got to chat with Hermione. Turns out she likes the name Crystal. But then she didn't feel so well, so Ron and Hermione cut the night short. So I was stuck with Oliver. Most of the songs, the DJ played were slow dances so I just sat at that bench. So maybe when he asked me to dance, that's why I jumped at the chance.
He was average height with this platinum blonde hair. I couldn't see his face. He had this mask on. I think he was supposed to be a phantom or something. I don't know. Whatever he was dressed up as, he took me away from the quidditch talk. Well, it wasn't even really a talk because I didn't say anything. I just think Oliver likes the sound of his voice.
"Would you care to dance?" he asked, holding out his gloved hand.
"Do you mind, Oliver?" I asked just to be polite. I was leaving whether he approved it or not. A fleet of dementors couldn't hold me at the table any longer.
"No. Have fun." He said. Then he turned to this teenager that was sitting on the wooden bench with us. His leg was in cast. "What did you think of Sweden and Canada in the semi-finals? Webster definitely didn't have a good night with that snitch. Canada got it right from under his nose." Oliver blabbed on.
Poor kid. He didn't even see it coming. And with that broken leg, he didn't even have a shot in hell at escaping.
My mysterious dancer pulled me onto the dance floor. Alicia, my friend from when we played quidditch together in school and co-worker at Teen Witch (she works in sports), had her arms around Reese's neck. She raised her eyebrows at my date and smiled.
"I like this song." My dancing stranger said, as the next song came blaring on. I recognized his voice. I just couldn't place it.
"Me too. Do you play quidditch?" I asked him. Great, I was starting off conservation with quidditch talk. I had definitely spent way too much time with Oliver.
"Yeah," he said with a smile. "I live for it. I just got signed to a team." Great, so that meant I didn't know his voice from there if he was just signed. But it seemed like he knew me, so I wasn't going to act like a moron and just ask him. I didn't want it to seem like I didn't remember him. Well, I mean I did remember his voice, just not his name.
We danced for awhile longer, mostly in silence during some of the slower songs. I was getting tired and he must have noticed because he pulled me off the dance floor and out the doors to the courtyard.
The night air was cool and crisp. It felt wonderful compared to the stuffy hall. We sat down on the bench and he grabbed my hand. I know, it sounds so fairy tale like but that's what happened. I almost didn't mind dealing with Harry and his date and Oliver and his conversation (or lack thereof). Almost.
He brushed his hand through his hair and took off his mask. I felt my heart skip a beat and nearly choked on the once wonderful night air.
"No," I said in shock. I put my hand on my chest to feel my heart. Seriously, I think it stopped beating.
"What?" he said, looking at me. It took a second, but his eyes too grew big. "Ginny?"
"What the hell were you thinking?" I snapped at Draco.
Draco glared right back at me. "Hey you danced with me just as much as I danced with you."
"But I didn't have a mask on," I hissed, getting up off the bench.
"How was I supposed to recognize you? You got all the funky green eye stuff and glitter on! And those ribbons in your hair!"
"I am a fairy! A forest fairy! They like green glitter!"
"Well I was a phantom! And it was dark!"
"You could have said your name!"
"You could have said yours!"
I wanted to die. I didn't believe that this night could possibly get any worse. Oh how, I was wrong. "You know what? Let's just forget this ever happened. We won't say anything to anyone."
"I couldn't agree more. Do you know what my father would say if he found out we went to the same party let alone danced?" Draco muttered.
"You are twenty-four and you still have to check your dates with your father?" I asked, in shock. I never checked my dates with my parents when I was fourteen let alone twenty three.
"No," he hissed, folding his arms over his chest. "I am just-um close with my parents."
"You said um." I smirked.
"What?" he asked, just staring at me.
"You said um. You were lying."
Draco looked flustered. "Shut up. You know, I could make sure that your brother gets wind of the fact that you like me."
I was horrified. "I do not like you." I snapped. "Believe it or not, not everyone likes a pale, blonde, skinny, stuck-up prat."
"Now who wouldn't like that?" He replied with a smirk.
"Merlin, I'm just going to go." I said, turning my back to Draco to get my purse from where I had dropped it on the ground.
"HEY!" Draco yelped. I spun around to see my brother pinning Draco against the stone wall of the courtyard.
"What the hell do you think you are doing with my sister?" George growled. "Did he do anything that he would regret, Ginny?"
Merlin, the last thing I needed was the two of them causing a scene. Then, everyone would know something was between Draco and I. "George, let him go. I just ran into him out while I was getting some fresh air."
George glared at Draco, but pulled away none the less. "You've been blessed by an angel, jerk. Cause I would have killed you had you gotten any closer to my sister."
Draco just straightened his shirt collar. "Can't a guy walk in the courtyard without some psycho grabbing him from behind?"
"Not when the guy is walking closer to the psycho's sister when her back is turned." George threatened.
Draco just grabbed his mask from the ground and walked off. "Talk to you later, Gin." He hissed coldly.
"You will not!" George bellowed.
I know George meant well. I mean I love him to death. But I just ragged on Draco for having to check with his family for who he is friends with and my brother attacks a guy that is talking to me.
"What he did mean by "I'll talk to you later."?" George asked, placing his arm around my shoulder, as we walked back to the building.
"Nothing, George."
"What are you hiding?"
"George! Nothing. I am not going to talk to Draco again until flobberworms fly." I said, hugging him. "But thanks for keeping an eye on me."
George smiled. "What are big brothers for?'
We walked slowly back to the hall. "So who was that guy you were with earlier?" he asked, smiling.
"Oliver." I answered, playing stupid.
"No. The blonde masked man." Draco sounded cute the way he said it.
"Oh he left."
"Who was he?" George asked again.
"A friend."
"Is it serious?" He pestered. "What's his name?"
"It's nothing, George." I replied.
"It wasn't 'nothing'. You two looked really happy."
I sighed. "George, we are just friends."
"But it looked like there was something between you two." "We just danced."
"There was something. Is he your secret boyfriend?" George said with a smirk.
"No!" I yelped a little too loudly and quickly.
"Why not?" He said, sounding annoyed that someone would reject me.
Why can't he ever just drop the subject. "Because he's.........gay." I fibbed.
"Oh. Well that explains a lot." He said, pondering something.
"What?" I asked in confusion.
"Kelsey said he had really perfect hair. Fred made the comment that no guy could have hair like that. No straight guy, any way. That guy must spend more time on his hair than you do."
"Was the whole hall watching me tonight?" I asked, rather pissed that I had to have half the party babysitting me.
"Yeah, sort of."
"George...." I whined. Twenty-three and still has several baby-sitters. I just love my life.
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Thanks for reading! Thanks to all of those reviewers!
Simple Plan Gc Fan