AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh oh oh oh oh oh. I am a genius I am a genius I am a genius...I've figured out what I'm going to do with the ending! Hoohah! Okay...yeah I'm not going to tell you 'til later. Hehe. Bye Bye.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling.
Hormonal Half-Wits
Chapter 12: Zabini, Round 2
Have been relocated. Harry came snooping up here. I had to perform a Disillusionment Charm on me…thank the gods he wasn't looking too closely…
Decided attic was unsafe, as I'm sure Moody is looking for me…or at least the girls…and decided to go outside. I'm in the square now; they've added these new park-bench-type seats…just perfect for sitting and writing, which is what I'm doing now.
So, back to my tale of horror…
After emasculating Malfoy, I went back out to the congregated loonies. Zabini cornered me before I could find Hermione (sanity!) and started talking to me. Honestly…if ever was someone to contend with Malfoy's arrogance, it's Zabini. Kept going on and on about his broomstick…a LightningBolt…and how he played on it all the time and how all the girls he'd ever let ride it always said it was really comfortable and a good ride…which now that I think of it, was almost blatant sexual innuendo…am glad I didn't take Zabini up on his offer to let me ride it sometime…
He kept me talking for a while and it was incredibly odd how warm the room suddenly got…I mean…a while ago I was shivering my arse off and the Place is still quite cold, it is winter after all…but the more we talked, the more feverish I felt. I swear my brow was starting to sweat.
He kept making these odd little gestures…excuses to brush his fingers over my neck or arm…it gave me goosebumps, which still shame me mercilessly. I tried telling myself over and over that he was a pretentious Slytherin for chrissakes…it didn't work.
At least he wasn't looking at my chest…that's a plus, right? Right? Oh damn. What am I to do? Right, so there I was, talking to Zabini (mmmm….Blaise…no, bad Ginny…), trying to stop myself from touching him back…I swear, my hand was inches from his chest, when Ron hurtles into the room.
Decided my brother has the worst timing imaginable and hastily stopped trying to grope Zabini…which I decidedly was not doing. There was a…doxy…egg…yolk…thing…on his shirt…and I was just trying to wipe it off…
With my tongue…
NO! Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Ginny. So right, Ron only stares at me and (a smirking, I know it) Zabini for a few moments, trying to convey something to me with his eyes (great, he's progressed to Idiot Sign-Language) before babbling on about Snape and Remus and a fight or something.
Two skilled Order members with passionate hatred spawning from childhood days…fighting. This was something we definitely had to see. I distinctly remember Hermione saying something to Harry (as we pushed and shoved our way up the stairs) something about getting this on tape and making millions. I was too busy trampling Neville to think about it...
