Ginny stalked into the girl's dorm and ignored the questions that they all asked. She didn't care to tell them all what she had been doing out so late at night...in fact, she didn't even want to accept it herself. She quickly changed into her night cloths and sighed as she sank into her bed.
What in the world was going on here? Draco had kissed her...and she had responded! Not only responded...but...with quite a bit of pleasure in doing so too! She growled to herself, and turned over in the bed, unable to get comfortable. Curse it all, she was still all flustered over the previous encounter as well, on top of everything else. That was it, she thought. No matter how much she wanted to get back at Harry, this had to end today. She would see Draco tomorrow, and tell him it was over, that they had served their purpose in this little scheme. Because if she didn't...she couldn't, and did not want to guess what would happen.
Well, she thought to herself, at least the holidays start the day after tomorrow...then I wont have to worry about even seeing him for a week...
And with that comforting thought, she fell asleep.
Sunlight streamed through the window, and filtered through the coverings on her bed. Ginny moaned, and got up. She felt like she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all night...even though she knew that she had slept like a rock. She strained to remember why, and flashes of terrible dreams came to her. She shook her head and tried to remember more detail but the more she tried to remember about the dreams, the more it seemed to slip away from her. She decided to give up on it and start getting ready. It had to be at least a little late since everyone was out of the dorm room. She walked out into the common room to find it empty. She cursed under her breath. Was she really that late? She raced back up to her room, to gather her things when she noticed a neatly sealed letter on her bedside table that had not been there before. She dropped her books on her bed and picked it up. The wax seal was an intricate M,
emerald green in color.
What in the world? Who could this be from...? She wondered to herself as she broke the seal and removed the letter from the envelope. She unfolded it to find it was written in a way that was so embellished, it was almost impossible to read. Whoever had written this, has to be some sort of pompous rich guy...she thought to herself as she tried to decipher what it said. After a moment of starring at it, she was able to read it.
You are hereby invited to spend the duration of your Christmas holidays in a manor, an all expense paid trip in which you will be provided gormet meals every day. There will be a ball at Christmas, and a dress will be provided to you. A transport shall be provided for you the day before your last day of school, and you have been pardoned for that day. Please meet us at the time and place listed below. We look foreword to seeing you.
Signed,
L
She blinked a few times, then set the letter down. Suddenly the fact that she was late didn't matter any more. She was going to get pampered and eat gormet food and everything for two whole weeks! But who had sent the letter? The seal was 'M' and it was signed 'L'. Something nagged her at the back of her mind that she knew what it was, but couldn't quite remember. She shrugged,
and decided it didn't matter much. After all, she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. She started packing her things up, and got a piece of parchment to tell her parents where she would be. She knew that she didn't have to ask them, she was sure they would be ecstatic to know that she had been invited to such a place.
Not only do I get to get away from Draco (and therefor giving me some time to settle) but I also get to go to this manor and live in the lap of luxury for two weeks! Ginny thought. It was definitely going to be a relaxing break...
Ginny watched the scenery race by from inside the private carriage that had been provided for her. Only when she stepped into the carriage, and her initial excitement wore off did she began to be a little suspicious. The letter had never mentioned why this honor had been bestowed on her. What did she do to deserve it? She certainly didn't get outstanding grades (although she did ok)
and it wasn't as if she did volunteer work or anything...so why? She sighed. Wait...M...L...green...
She groaned. Malfoy...Lucius Malfoy. She tried to open the door to the carriage but it was locked. She cursed under her breathe and glared out the window. How could she have fallen for this? And what did Lucius want with her? She stared at the floor as she panicked. She had to spend two weeks with Draco. Two weeks. Bloody hell.
She fumbled around in her purse for her cell phone, and decided she needed to call her friends in America. She flipped it open and said into the receiver:
"Eveangelina Amaya." Thinking to herself how grateful she was for the wonders of magic, and not having to pay an enormous cell phone bill.
The image of a tall, willowy blond covered in baking soda appeared, with a short red-head behind her singing into a knife.
"BELL! Put down that knife right now! ahem hiya Ginny whats up"
Eve said. Bell pantamimed a stalker with a knife and made stabbing motions at Eve. Ginny giggled, and Eve whacked Bell on the head with a stirring spoon.
"AGH! You got dough in my hair!"
Eve snickered evilly "It's Ginny, now behave so we can all talk. What do we owe the pleasure?"
"Okay, to make a long story short, I'm trapped in a carriage going to Lucius Malfoy's mansion right now."
"Wow. Um...I'm not even going to ask how you got into that kind of situation..."
"The point is, what can I do!" Ginny moaned.
Bell pushed Eve to the side and grabbed the phone.
"Just play it by ear, don't do anything stupid, if you want the man take him but don't get too involved. Remember we love you and if you have any really big problems call us, now bye!" and as the image faded out, Ginny caught Eve's voice saying, "She really needed help and you hung up on her!" and Bell saying "I don't care I just want my cookies..."
Ginny sighed with frustration and threw the phone back in her purse. So much for getting help there...