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Who Died of Ennui- Snape having a crush on Draco and the bitch-slap.

Socra- Draco and Ginny in love and Ginny's blood obsession.

Chapter One

Professor Severus Snape paced back and forth in his office, occasionally using his wand to remove a thought from his head, putting it in his Pensieve.

The Pensieve, that magical basin in which one could put one's thoughts when there were too many of them, swirled, and an image appeared in it. Exactly what Snape was thinking about at that very moment.

The image was that of Draco Malfoy. Snape glanced at it, and then mulled over what had happened between them last night…

It had indeed been a passionate event. Snape's hands sweated at the thought of it.

He was patrolling the halls late at night when he found Draco Malfoy ambling down a deserted corridor. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Snape, voice trembling, said, "Mr. Malfoy, you shouldn't be wandering the halls at this hour."

Draco looked at him and, after a pause, moved his hand tenderly towards Snape's face. Snape started and stared at Draco's hand which was inching its way towards his face…

And then Draco slapped him, before jumping about singing, "Bitch-slapped! Bitch-slapped!"

Snape put his own hand to his cheek, feeling the pain, and thinking how very passionate that bitch-slap had been.

"Mr. Malfoy…" said Snape. "Do you even know what a bitch really is?"

"It's female genitalia, is it not?" Draco cocked his head to the side like a confused dog.

Snape gaped at him. "Then how would a bitch-slap work?"

Draco slapped him again with a loud WAP! And ran away, his laughter echoing through the dark hallways. Snape stared after student and noticed a shadow separate from the wall, following after him.

After processing what had happened, Snape decided to follow as well. He couldn't hear Draco laughing anymore, but he knew in which general direction he would be found. As he rounded a corner he heard voices near the entrance to the library.

Suddenly a loud WAP! Rang out and Snape's mind raced, recognizing with ecstasy, that tender chord. Stepping forward a few paces he spotted Draco looking quite heartbroken, his cheek red where someone had struck him.

A voice came from the spot Draco was staring at, though no one could be seen. "She never wants to see you again!" The voice was very angry, but Snape identified it at once. The fool with his invisibility cloak… Potter!

Another thought registered: Potter had bitch-slapped Draco! A growl almost escaped Snape's throat. Of all the insolence..!

Draco looked fit to pass out or at least vomit. He managed to choke out a "But-but-"

"But nothing!" Harry shrieked, raising his hand to slap Draco again, but stopping. "I've finally made Ginny see you're only using her!"

"Why you little-" Draco leapt at Harry and knocked him over, punching and kicking. The invisibility cloak fell away and Snape could see Harry's head and assorted body parts. "Ginny-" whack "is the only-" whack "girl-" whack "that I've-" whack "ever-" whack "loved!" POW!

Harry struggled to his feet clutching his nose with one hand and his broken glasses with the other. "Fucking retard!" he shrieked as he ran off towards Gryffindor.

Draco was about to run after Harry and cruelly murder him when Snape stepped out, "Draco!" The boy tensed. "I know how you can get even with that Potter boy without murdering him," Snape said, with the gently kindness of a small frog.

Draco's eyes filled with tears. "R-really, Snapie?"

"Oh please, do call me… Sevvie the Sexy."

"Er. I'll just say Sevvie, for shirt, why don't I," said Draco, blushing. "And you can call me… Dracky."

"All right Dracky. So I will tel you this brilliant way of getting even with Harry Potter. But of course as a teacher I technically shouldn't do this. Favoritism, especially against Dumbledore's precious Mr. Potter, is not looked well on. So if I am to tell you this, I ask for something in exchange. It's only my right. So if you let me bitch-slap you, it's then, dear Dracky, that I will tell you the secret plan."

Draco, who had been falling asleep slightly during Snape's speech, nodded cheerily. Then he moved his face forward, offering it to Snape. Snape, swamped by the vision of Draco's pale, chubby cheek, giggled slightly and then brought her own pale, spidery hand forward. He hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation, and then… WAP!

"Oww," whined Draco.

"Bitch-slapped, Dracky! Haha!" muttered Snape.

Rubbing his cheek ruefully, Draco asked, "So what is this plan of yours?"

Snape told him.

Ginny sat in front of her mirror, combing out her long hair that was like fiery syrup, only no so high in temperature and also slightly less sticky.

She heard someone walk up to her door, open it, and enter. Without turning around, she sighed, "Hi Harry."

He gaped, dumbfounded. "How did you know it was me?" he cried.

"Because," she said, "you're the only one who never knocks at the door before coming in!" Clearly they had had this conversation before.

"Still," Harry said. "Still, it's kind of creepy. Don't do it again, woman!"

She stood up, eyes flashing, and slapped him. WAP! He reeled backwards, startled by her slap and entirely baffled by the strobe-light-esque special effects that her eyes were emitting.

"Get out of here, Harry," she said coldly. In fact, ice began to form on the windows. "Get out now."

He walked over to the window and opened it. He turned back, shouted, "Malfoy says he hates you!" and stepped out the window. There was a cry from him of "This isn't the doo-" followed by a whoomph as he apparently landed in a huge snowdrift.

Ginny got up and closed the window. Then, carefully, she sat down. Was what Harry said… true? She dipped her fingers into a handy bowl of water and put the moisture on her eyes so she appeared to be crying. "Why me!" she said experimentally.

Then, she stood up and walked out the door. Seeing something, she hastily took out her wand and whispered "Lumos!" As the light spread out from the tip of her wand, she saw Harmione laying on the floor in a large pool of blood.

"Harmeeno!" Ginny wailed, rushing to her friend's side. But as soon as she kneeled down, she felt the blood on her legs and shivered with hidden pleasure. Without hesitation, she lay down in the blood and rolled in it laughing, cackling, and occasionally yelling "Hurrah!" It was really no wonder she liked Draco.

Ginny heard, by some supernatural talent, Hermione's eyes flutter open and stopped what she was doing. "Ginny?" Hermione asked shakily, turning her head to see Ginny.

"Harmeeno! What happened? I came out and-" Ginny stopped, seeing Hermione's shocked expression. She felt the blood in her hair slowly begin to trickle down her face. "And I slipped in all this blood! That was how I found you."

Hermione still looked a bit creeped out, but decided to accept her friend's answer. "I-" she sat up warily, "was heading to the girl's dorm when… someone hit me? I really don't know what happened."

Ginny nodded. "This is all very mysterious. It's amazing you're not dead what with all the blood you've lost."

Hermione looked around her and then said, "Oh yeah!" She promptly passed out, landing back on her blood with a sickening squelch.

Ginny ran her hands through the blood and massaged it into her face and down her neck. "Oh that's nice," she stated before getting up and running towards the hospital. She had to save Hermione!