AUTHOR' S NOTE: Wow. I'd like to give a big hand to my reviewers...I'm flattered, really, and that's not something that happens often. Yes, I know it's quite confusing, and believe me, it only gets worse...I had such a hard time writing these, especially since I haven't made up my mind who GInny will end with...if anyone at all...dun dun dun...twiddles.
Redenvy: on the nose, that. Yes, it is really just every Ginny-scenario rolled into one. Poor thing.
IssaLee: Erm...see, the problem I've encountered is...I've created so many options for Ginny I'm not quite sure which one she'll choose. I could just stick with my classic Draco-Ginny or I could...no, who am I kidding, I could never do Harry-Ginny...wait...anyways...look out for major plot twist ahead. hehe
The Lady Luthien: aha...so twisted minds think alike...or was it great...? Hmm...well, I have a twisted mind...so maybe great minds and twisted minds think alike...that would make sense. Believe it or not, I honestly considered making Ginny fall for Tonks by the end of the fic, but this stupid plot won't allow it and I like it too much, so that won't be happening...I think. Excellent call, though.
Blood Everlasting: (grins) I like Bertie Botts. Thanks.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling
Hormonal Half-Wits
Chapter 11: Malfoy, Round 2
Sorry. Fred and George just came up and carted Tonks off.
Poor thing. I don't envy her position. But anyways…after fleeing the drooling Neville, I sought some normalcy with Remus, one of the sanest men I've ever met. It was great…we were talking and joking and Remus is just so incredible…he's got this dry sense of humour that's not entirely perverted. And for a male under ninety, that's saying something.
Then the topic got onto relationships and he asked quite randomly, whether I was seeing Harry or not. I said no and told him about the whole Harry-fish-tongue thing. He found it more amusing than I did. And then (we were in the kitchen…alone) he steps closer to me and asks if I'm seeing anyone.
And then it dawned on me, like a bolt of lightning from above…
HE WAS HITTING ON ME!
How very, very strange. I suddenly comprehend the look Ron was giving me, and I don't even speak Idiot! Ron thinks I'm a scarlet woman…oh gods…first Remus, then Snape, then Zabini, Malfoy, Neville, Harry. My gods, I think I'm going to have a cardiac arrest…
What the bloody hell is wrong with these people? I haven't gone through any drastic change recently! It's just me! What, have they suddenly noticed I'm no longer ten? Brilliant observation, Sherlock. (I don't know what that means, but Hermione says it and rolls her eyes, so…)
Anyways, I had no idea what to say to that, especially with Remus gently running one tender finger up my side…
I was saved…or perhaps thrown farther into the hellfires of damnation…by that arrogant, cool voice I loathe so much. Yeah, Malfoy. Standing there in the doorway, watching the whole thing…sick, twisted bastard. Said something about Remus being a bit too old, to which Remus went a little red (he actually looked practically adorable when he did that) and backing out of the kitchen.
I think Buckbeak gained a companion.
So then the holy bouncing ferret stalks up to me, grinning like the ginger cat that just caught the annoying flying mouse named Pig. He gets up even closer than Remus had, backing me up against the wall.
He trapped me between his arms, and I swear he was smirking at me. He put on that 'sexy', masculine, mysterious voice and leans in, practically licking my ear (ick) and says I should play with people my own age. I asked him what he was on about and he said if I wanted any company…like in bed…he'd be more than willing to help.
I told him I'm sure he was because his hand had to be getting rather tiresome and he just laughed. Little randy bastard tried to lick my neck…what the bloody hell am I? A sugar quill?
I kneed him in the bullocks.
I don't think he liked that too much. Actually, I'm very sure he didn't like that…he screamed like a nancy boy and fell over, clutching the family jewels. I laughed, and didn't try to lick his neck. Though I did kick it.
