Disclaimer: I wish I may, I wish I might, not get sued for writing a fanfic about two characters of Harry Potter. (I suck at rhymes)
Who Opened the Dragon's Heart?
Chapter 4
"I'm sorry to say that I will have to inform your parents of your actions, Miss Weasley," Professor McGonagall apprised before exiting through the Fat Lady.
"Gin!" Ron exclaimed in confusion when he saw Ginny's face. She was sure it showed every feeling she felt. Anger at Malfoy, fear of what her mother will say, disappointment for letting herself down in her actions and also for not properly harming Malfoy. She hurriedly ran to a chair by the fire and pulled her legs on the cushion, putting her arms around her knees. Once again the warmth of the Gryffindor was welcomed whole-heartedly after her escapade in the dungeons. Hot tears of anger and fear spilled down her cheeks in steady streams.
"Virginia? Why are you crying? Did Malfoy touch you? What is McGonagall going to inform Mum and Dad about?" Ron asked when he saw the tears, his voice filled with concern and anger.
"I...I got in a fight with Malfoy," Ginny sobbed out. "McGonagall came upon us in the middle."
"Virginia!" Hermione gasped at her revelation.
"He hurt you?!?" Ron roared. "That's it! I'm putting him in the Hospital Wing! No one hurts my sister and gets away with it!"
"Ron!" Virginia begged. "Enough Weasley's have detention, you don't need a holler from Mum too. And for the 2nd time I might add. Besides, I did kind of provoke him."
"Maybe you should tell us all of what happened, Gin," Harry suggested calmly. Ginny nodded and slowly she began to tell them, starting with the encounter in the library. When she had finally finished each of the listeners had a different expression upon their face. Hermione was looking at her reproachfully for fighting, but also with a hint of understanding as she herself had once struck Malfoy. Harry was looking quite happy in hearing that Malfoy had been upstaged by Ginny quite a few times. And Ron looked angry at Malfoy's actions, but also delirious with joy in hearing that Ginny had held her own.
After her long tirade Gin glanced up at the clock, it read 10:48, time to head for McGonagall's room. "Well, all," Ginny yawned as she stood from her chair and stretched, "time for me to go serve my punishment for attacking Malfoy. I'll see you all at breakfast tomorrow." And with that Ginny left the room, trying to keep from breaking down in shame. Detention isn't my only punishment, she thought, there's having to spend even more time with Draco then wanted and the ever unwanted, inevitable holler that will certainly be in my hands tomorrow morning. But Draco will probably get a pat on the back 'Good job son!' his father will say. 'Now let's say we go into the dungeons and I'll teach you some more curses to use on that dirty Weasley!'
"Miss Weasley!" McGonagall called out, breaking through Ginny's thoughts. "Walking past my classroom will certainly not prevent your detention tonight." Whoops, my bad. In Ginny's lackadaisical (oooh, look at that word!! Got that off my dad) she had walked right past the open door to McGonagall's classroom. She retraced her steps and entered the Transfiguration room. Malfoy had gotten there ahead of time and was seated at a desk smirking up at Ginny. Quickly and quietly she walked up to McGonagall who gestured to the seat next to Malfoy's, disadvantageously (I swear if I keep up with these words I'm going to ace my PSAT's) Ginny slipped into the chair.
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"I'll give you your task in just a moment," McGonagall elucidated.
As soon as McGonagall's back was turned Draco leaned in Weasley's direction. "So what were you thinking about when you walked past the room? Hmm Weasley?" Draco piqued. "Were you thinking about what you and Potter were going to do as soon as you got back to the Saints' Common Room?" Ginny gasped, causing Draco to delve deeper. "Oh wait that's right, Potter bonks the mudblood every night. How could I forget?" Draco's smirk doubled when Ginny turned to face him.
"I don't care who he bonks every night, Draco!" Ginny hissed.
"Sure you don't Weasel. Hold those tears in. No use crying over your lack of acquiring Potter's bonking skills."
"At least he wouldn't have to beg for a girl to bang him, unlike you Malfoy. You either have to beg or pay. So go to—
"Now," McGonagall interrupted when she reentered the room, causing Malfoy to never hear where Ginny was telling him to go, but he guessed it rhymed with well. "I have conversed with the other Professors here and it seems that all of them are in need of assistance. For the next two months the two of you will assist the teacher that was assigned for that week. This first week you will be subsidizing Professor Hagrid."
"We won't be going in the Forest, will we Professor?" Draco asked cautiously remembering his first year detention with the half giant. It wasn't an experience he cared to repeat, even if he had grown up and knew how to defend himself properly.
"No, I do not believe you will be," McGonagall answered, she then continued with what she was saying before she was interrupted. "Week 2 will be with Professor Snape, Week 3 with Professor Sinistra, Week 4 Professor Sprout, Week 5 Professor Vector, Week 5 you will help Professor Flitwick, Week 6 Professor Binns, Week 7 with Madam Hooch, and you will finish out your detentions with me. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Professor," both Draco and Ginny mumbled. Bout bloody time, Draco thought, she certainly rambles on. 2 months of detention with a WEasley, on top of the time with the stupid assignment! I swear, the gods are against me!
"Mr. Malfoy, I trust that you and Miss Weasley will not assault each other on your way down to Hagrid's hut?"
"Nothing will happen, Professor," Draco affirmed. "I wouldn't dare to harm a single hair of Virginia's statuesque head." He grinned in Ginny's direction and was given a hard glare in return.
McGonagall sighed. "Very well, I am sure you are aware that if you two are in another spat then more time will be added to your serving time."
"Yes, Professor," Ginny said with her head down.
"Let's go, Weasel," Draco growled, "I want to get this over and done with." He then exited the Transfiguration room in a hurry. It took a few moments but he eventually he heard the click of Ginny's shoes hitting the stone floor in a rush to catch up with him.
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The trip down to Hagrid's hut was quiet and quick. Neither Ginny nor Draco were in the mood to talk and wanted to get the detention over and done with. In no time at all they had reached the hut.
"Why don't you knock on the door?" Malfoy suggested to Ginny. "You are buddy buddy with the great oaf."
"Oh, go suck on some soap, Malfoy," Ginny retorted, but she knocked on the door anyway.
"Suck on some soap?" Draco inquired while waiting for Hagrid to come to the door. "Yeah, well at least my family can afford soap for me to wash with, let alone suck on."
"Stop! Insulting! My! Family!" Ginny hissed at him. Suddenly a burst of light shone upon the squabbling witch and wizard.
"Ah! Ginny!" Hagrid exclaimed when he glanced down at the pair. "And Mr. Malfoy. I hope you are both prepared to help our your ol' Care of Magical Creatures' teacher." He proceeded without a response. "McGonagall has told ya you'll be helpin' me for the next week?"
"Just what will we be helping you with, Hagrid?" Ginny asked timidly. For even she was cautious of what their detention would entail.
"Well, it seems that detentions are now supposed to be safe punishments," Hagrid answered with a red face. "So, I've decided you guys are going to repair some books that our magical creatures have destroyed. The muggle way."
"The muggle way?" Malfoy scoffed.
"Yup, good ol' fashioned duct tape (I don't know if duct tape is big in England, but I know over here, it's used to fix anything and everything)," Hagrid answered. "The pile of books is out back, I've wrung up some lights to help you see 'em."
"Thank you for the lights, Hagrid," Ginny whispered as she followed Malfoy out the door.
"Don't mention it, Ginny. If he does anything you just call for me, ya hear?"
"I will. See ya in a bit Hagrid!" And with that Ginny closed the door and headed for the pile of books.
"I thought the great oaf wasn't allowed to use magic," Draco sneered when Ginny came up to him.
"Who said he did?" Ginny snapped back. "What in the world happened to all of these books???" Strewn in a great pile with hundreds upon hundreds of books with torn out pages, ripped covers and broken binds.
"My guess is Magical Creatures," Draco said. Draco pointed to a tower of duct tape, the silver finish reflecting the light of the lanterns."He gave us plenty to use for repairing."
"Are you crazy?" It'll take us a month to just figure out what pages go with which books!"
"Then we better get started on it Weasley."
"Whatever, Malfoy."
Together they settled in front of the mountain of busted books. They worked silently for quite some time. Their only communication was to ask if the other had seen pages 54-82 of Mystical Monsters of Mongolia, or some other section of a book. The pile had barely gone down when Hagrid called out to them.
"The two of you can head up to your Houses now! Agree on a time for you to meet tomorrow. Anytime of the day is fine with me! G'night!" Hagrid bellowed out the door of his hut.
"Absolutely no progress!" Ginny exclaimed when she looked at the pile of books.
"Well, I must say this was tons of fun, Virginia," Draco yawned sarcastically. "I'll see you at the same time tomorrow?" Without waiting for her response he headed off for the castle.
"Stupid, git," Ginny mumbled as she pulled herself up. Slowly she yawned and headed up to the school. "I can't wait for this detention and project to be over." Eventually Ginny made it up to the Gryffindor Common Room and into her bed. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, tired as hell from all that she had done today.
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"Hello, Draco," Draco heard a voice say huskily when he entered his bedchamber. Immediately he recognized the girl on his bed, and under his covers, as Pansy.
"Why the bloody hell are all these things in my room?" Draco hissed indicating to the lit candles spread throughout his room.
"I thought that I could help you feel better. I noticed you were looking a little tense," Pansy replied with a bit of concern. Slowly she slid out from under the covers to reveal, a rather revealing piece of cloth. Ok, there was more than one piece of cloth, but besides the one triangle below her waist, and the two tiny triangles above the rest was just sheer.
"Cute outfit, you've got there, Parkinson," Draco sneered. "Would you mind leaving my room now. I'm quite tired from the day." What am I doing? Am I insane??? Here's Pansy half naked....no! Less than half naked! In my room and I'm asking for her to leave?
"I thought that you'd enjoy it," Pansy replied a little put-out, after all she'd gone through a lot of trouble setting up the candles and....oh who was she kidding, the candles were set up in a trice, a mere swish of the wand. She slowly sauntered toward Draco, swaying her hips as she walked. "Are you really sure you want me to leave, Draco?"
"Well, maybe not right away," Draco concluded and smashed his mouth against Pansy's.
"I knew you'd see things my way," Pansy whispered with conviction as she walked backwards towards Draco's bed, dragging him with her. Slowly she fell onto the bed and Draco hovered over the top of her.
"Pansy?"
"Yes, Draco?"
"Shut up."
"Fine by me," Pansy giggled. Draco quickly cut her off mid-giggle. Her mouth was already open, ready for his tongue to engage with hers. This slightly disappointed Draco, who always enjoyed having to ask for entrance. Don't ask why, he himself didn't know, most one think he'd enjoy sort of a dominating style. Definitely not the asking type.
Slowly Draco slid his lips down Pansy's neck, suckling on her on the way down. Slowly he brushed aside the straps to the cloth.
"DRACO!" Crabbe and Goyle both burst through Draco's door.
"Bleeding hell!" Draco exclaimed as he jumped off of the bed.
"You good for nothing oafs! I should cut off both of your bollocks!" Pansy screamed as she rushed from the room. After grabbing her robes and hurrying them on of course.
"Did we interrupt ya, there Malfoy?" Crabbe asked with an evil grin.
"Oy, check it out, Crabbe!" Goyle exclaimed. "Malfoy's saluting us!" Indeed when Crabbe glanced down at Malfoy, he was saluting them. (Hehe, I'm evil)
"Oh, shut up! 'Least a girl gets me up and not some guy!" Malfoy exclaimed.
"Hey! That's not true and you know it, Malfoy!"
"Whatever. Now why is it that you two interrupted my shag with Pansy?"
"Oh, that, well," Goyle stammered.
"We heard something about the upcoming Quidditch match against Gryffindor," Crabbe finished.
"You charged into my room for that?!?!?!" Draco screamed.
"Well, you've always told us to come tell you if we've heard anything about Quidditch."
"FINE! What did you hear?"
"Umm, it was, uh. Shit! I forgot!" Crabbe answered with an apologetic look.
"Wait!" Goyle butted in before Draco could. "Warrington crashed into the Quidditch Supply Room this morning. Some of the Gryffindors don't have their own brooms, see, and he broke some of the brooms in there. Including some of the Gryffindors. Madam Hooch is loaning them the school's new Firebolts."
"WHAT?!?!?"
"Do I really have to repeat all that?" Goyle asked Crabbe.
"Nah, I think he's just in shock," Crabbe answered.
"How could this happen? Where's Snape, there has got to be a rule about this!"
"It's past 1, old chum. You know he hates to be bugged after 1."
"ARGH! That's it! Both of you! LEAVE MY ROOM!"
"Whatever you say, Malfoy," Crabbe said as he left the room
"See ya in the morning, Malfoy,"said Goyle, he then added with a smirk, "Maybe you should take a cold shower. You might not be at full anymore, but with the way Pansy was dressed, it'll be a while before you're decent."
"Oh get out!" Draco yelled as he slammed the door shut. "This...is...complete...bullshit!!!" He glanced down at his pants. "Maybe I should take a shower..." And off he went to cool himself down.
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A/N: Wow, I think that's my worst one yet. Probably also the latest one. So sorry about this one taking so long. My typical excuses, again. Anyways. I'd really like some ideas for shops in Diagon Ally, you can check out the previous chapter's author's note for more details.
Thank you's:
American x Dreamer: I'm glad you like. Hope you like this one too.
Uglinessrox55: Sorry you can't jump them. I'll jump some for you, take your share I guess. :-) hehehe. Hope this chapter isn't too late for ya.
Paz-54: I'm so happy you liked the fight scene! Maybe I'll throw in another later on. Hope it's not going to degress after this chapter.
Druidgirl: YAY! I made someone laugh so hard they couldn't breathe!! Yay!
Oh and a note to those that see errors. They are ALL my proofer's fault. He's supposed to catch all mistakes. So remember blame Cody, not me!