A/N: I am so smart. I'm not writing this fanfic in order. For example…I didn't even finish my first chapter. That's how long ago for you I'm writing this. xD My friend just had a wicked idea for this chapter title. So I decided to write it. And besides. The introduction was boring me. x3 As you may have noticed the title is "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titlillandos" which according to my friend is the Hogwarts motto and means "Never tickle a sleeping dragon." First of all, cool motto. xD Secondly that reminded me of Draco. So you'll see the connection in this chapter. Happy reading. And when you see a number on top of a word, scroll to the bottom to see an explanation of the way I use it in this fic.
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Chapter No. 3
Draco Dormiens Nunquam TitlillandosNever tickle a sleeping Draco
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Ginny stormed through the halls. How could Dumbledore do this to her! Actually it was all that bloody hat's fault. Damn cowboy hat should be cremated if it couldn't do teams. And Malfoy! How could she be paired with him? She couldn't even stand to be in the same room with him. How could they expect her to remodel his room all by herself! Oh the unfairness of life. "So much for teamwork…" she muttered quietly.
In her fury, she didn't notice anyone in her way until it was too late. At the collision both of them fell.
Ginny fell forward dropping her books in the process. She squeezed her eyes shut as someone else's books fell on her. And guess what else. They had the luck to bump into each other right in front of the stairs, so naturally they both went tumbling down.
Ginny gave a feminine grunt as she landed on something squishy and soft. 'Since when are there pillows at the bottom of the staircases?' She lay there for a bit checking if all her limbs were still attached. As soon as she was fairly sure the hadn't detached anything during the fall she sighed with relief. Let's take a moment to enjoy the finer things in life…and another to just enjoy the quiet. 'Hm…minty. And a faint trace of pine trees. And maybe a bit of exotic spices.' Minty? Pine trees? What the hell? Since when did the house elves put complementary mints from Peru on non-existent pillows at the bottom of the staircases? Even in Hogwarts that was a bit unusual.
Ginny opened her eyes to find herself staring at someone else's cool gray ones.
"Glad you decided to take your time getting up, Weasel." Drawled an all too familiar voice.
Ginny rolled herself off of Draco Malfoy who was lying there with a smug smirk on his face. "You know you could have pushed me off yourself Ferret-boy!"
He got up and dusted his robes off. "I know. But it's more fun to see how long it takes you to do it yourself. I knew your family was never bright but this takes it to a whole new level."
"I was checking if all of me was still in one piece! Don't you ever insult my family." The famous Weasley temper was acting up again.
"It's all right Weasel."
"What?" Ginny stared at him in disbelief.
"You heard me. I can't help it if I'm so irresistible."
Ugh. That conceited git will make any situation about him and his good looks. 'Good looks? What am I thinking!'
"You are not irresistible!"
"So you're saying you can resist my charms?"
"Yes. I mean no. You don't have any charms to resist." This discussion sounded so childish in her head. "Just stop smelling so damn good!"
Silence. Neither of them had expected that comment.
Ginny turned on her heals and ran back up the stairs. She hurriedly picked up her books. "I've gone mental. I have to go." With that she ran off headed for her common room.
"Wait!" Too late. She was already gone. "No one ever said…I smelled good." Draco raised an eyebrow and halfheartedly went to pick up his own books.
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Ginny lay on her bed for a long time just thinking. About what? All sorts of different things. Her hate of Draco, her bump into Draco today, Harry's hate of Draco, Ron's hate of Draco, her hate of Draco, and her bump into Draco some more. Okay maybe there wasn't much difference in her thoughts, but she still hadn't come to a conclusion. She didn't even know what she was deciding. Was there even something to find a conclusion about?
There was a knock on her door. "Ginny?" It was Hermione. Ginny decided not to answer. What was the point? Hermione continued on anyway. "Well if you're in there I just thought you should know we're going down to dinner. Join us anytime you want." As an afterthought she added, "And I hope you're not still disappointed or mad about us not being able to be in the group. Its not our fault really. Sorry…"
Ginny listened to her footsteps fading away as she retreated down the stairs. 'No.' she thought. 'I don't think I want dinner today…Ill just stay here. Or do some homework.' She stood up and strode across her room to her desk. It was littered with parchment, quills, and random junk. She finally found her planner where she wrote all her homework. Ginny's eyes scanned the list. Nothing. She had done everything. Well…except Snape's essay. But that could wait.
"Or maybe no homework. I can always get started on the bloody program. The sooner I get it over with the better." Ginny reached into her bag and took out a pamphlet that all the participants had been given at the end of the pairings. It gave a basic overview of the aims of the program and what you were supposed to do. She quickly scanned through it. Room makeover (painting, décor, etc…), wardrobe makeover (shopping for clothes with your partner, redoing hair, etc…), and attitude makeover. Pretty basic…but with Malfoy that would take ages. Especially that attitude adjustment.
Those descriptions took up about two pages altogether. There were still about thirty pages left in that pamphlet and all of them were dedicated to different wallpapers, paint, and furnishings. She presumed that this booklet worked like the one where she chose furnishings for her room.
"Hm…I can get ahead on some painting of Malfoy's room. It's not like he'll notice anyway. He'll be gone at dinner." She thought over her reasoning for a bit. "But he's bound to notice part of his room newly painted. And…there's the paint fumes to consider. That'll make it a bit hard to sleep…good! Then it's decided."
She leafed through the pamphlet trying to choose a color of paint. She was sorely tempted to choose the neon pink paint but refrained. In the end she settled for a sort of pastel-ish salad-ish green. "Painting a guy's room pink is just inhumane. Oh great. I really did go mental. I'm talking to myself in an empty room." She sighed and headed for Draco's dormitory.
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Coincidentally a certain Draco Malfoy had picked not to go to dinner either. Instead he remained on his bed thinking over the events of the day. Not many events to think about. The most interesting thing that had happened to him today was having that Weasley girl land on him. And that was pathetic. He could do better than that.
What was her name? Oh yes, Ginny. That's who he had been paired with for that stupid contest. 'Wait a second…' Draco sat up from his former lying position. 'I didn't even enter that contest!' That's it. Someone was trying to off him like they did to Potter in fourth year. But this contest wasn't dangerous. 'Unless you count being paired with a man-eating demon with a temper to rival the devil's as dangerous.'
There was a knock on Draco's door and Blaise came in without waiting for an answer. "Dinner time, my lovely!"
Right then…Blaise was weird. 'Maybe I should consider to take him to a head witch1. I've got a really good one. The rather nice blonde with the really sexy knickers and the kinky maid uniform and—whoops! That wasn't his head witch. That was his…oh who cares anyway?'
"I don't feel like dinner. I feel like…" Crap he thought, but that wasn't a suitable answer. So instead he said, "…coffee. I want coffee."
"Oh come on! It's seven in the afternoon. If you drink coffee now you'll be up all night. Didn't your mum ever tell you that's bad for your health?"
"No."
"Oh. That's okay then. Just as long as I don't have to get it for you."
Mmmm…coffee. But there was still that minor irritation of the contest. If Draco didn't enter himself, then who did?
As Draco was imagining that steamy coffee aroma, it suddenly dawned on him.
Blaise.
Who else could have done it? Besides…Draco didn't exactly see what Blaise had written on his entrance paper. He could have entered Draco and a million other people for all he knew.
At that point Blaise decided that Draco was a hopeless case and headed for the door. Draco needed to stop him but he was too lazy to get up and walk. So he did the first thing that came to mind that didn't involve too much physical effort. He yanked off his shoe and threw it.
"OUCH!" The shoe had hit Blaise in the back of the head. Thanks to Draco's perfect aim. "What was that for?"
"Ergh. Come back here."
Blaise cautiously approached Draco as if he expected another shoe to be flung at him any second now.
"It was you," Draco accused.
"It was me what?"
"It was you who entered me in the damn contest!" said Draco with his best and most intimidating glare that usually froze people on the spot.
"Nope. It was Pansy."
"Er…excuse me?" Draco was prepared for a full out groveling, please-forgive-me, begging, sniffling, crying, clinging…well you get the idea. He was expecting an apology. But he wasn't expecting this. "And why would she do that?"
"Well…she was hoping to get paired with you. Apparently she wasn't smart enough to realize that Slytherins don't get paired with Slytherins. Twit."
How low could Pansy go? Oh she'll pay. He just had to think of a way to get back at her. Sometime in the near future…eventually.
Wait…it suddenly hit him. Literally. Blaise had done one of his favorite things lately and jumped on him again. Only unfortunately Draco was standing this time so apparently he was unbalanced. The result was a very uncomfortable Draco, pinned underneath an obviously turned on Blaise, who's head had landed on Draco's crotch. Oh boy.
Draco shoved Blaise's leg off his face and gritted his teeth. "Could you kindly remove your face from my unmentionables?"
"Er…right." Blaise quickly sprang off Draco and helped pull him up. "Sorry. My fault."
"Damn right it is."
"Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" At the malicious grin spread over Draco's face, Blaise immediately regret asking that.
"As a matter of fact, yes there is. I was going to ask you to do me a favor anyway, and hope you wouldn't mind, but now you have to do it. I need your help to get revenge on Pansy."
Blaise gulped. "Er… what do you want me to do?"
"Oh…nothing much. Just let Pansy seduce you."
"But Draco! You know that's—"
"Of course I do. But you'll just have to suffer through tonight. And I know she's revolting but sometimes you just have to suck it up. I expect to see her properly miserable when she comes back to the dormitories."
Blaise gave a resigned sigh. "Fine. Tell her midnight in the astronomy tower. I'll be there."
"Yes, but she won't know that. She'll think I'll be there. But you'll surprise her. So ha. Ha. Ha ha!" Okay…Draco was starting to sound oddly psychotic again…where was the address of that Head witch?
Anyway…fast forward to the common room.
Draco descended the stairs and went into the common room. 'Now where is Pansy? Oh wait…there she is, snogging a fourth year. Eww,' thought Draco with a shudder. He circled around her and said in a silky seductive voice, "You and me. The astronomy tower. Tonight. Midnight," and the waited for a reply.
No response. Pansy was so busy snogging the fourth year that she didn't even notice Draco. Whoah. That was a miracle. Usually she would be slobbering all over him within the second. "Ahem." Nope. Nothing.
'Right. This calls for extreme action.' Draco grabbed the fourth year by the hair, yanked him off Pansy's…er…face, and threw him into the fireplace. Unfortunately the elf in charge of cleaning Slytherin was as senile as Dumbledore and had forgotten to light the fire.
He tried his I'm-going-to-seduce-you-and-then-shag-you-senseless voice again. "You and me. The astronomy tower. Tonight. Midnight." This time it worked. Pansy went all brainless and drooling. Oh wait. She was always like that.
"What are you planning, Dracie-poo?"
Ugh. Only Blaise could call him that and not end up hanging from the Hogwart's roof in the middle of a cold winter night with a large letter D pinned to his pajamas. But he chose to let her live, at least this time.
"You'll see. A little surprise."
Pansy squealed exuberantly, and Draco knew why. To Pansy a "surprise" always involved whipped cream, whips, peanut butter, handcuffs, and a very thorough shagging. 'Hate to disappoint you, but it looks like we'll have to this time.'
He smirked and gave a little wave. "You'll never forget tonight." 'Seriously. She never will.'
He turned his back to her and started on the long journey back to his dorm. Well…it only took a couple of seconds, but every one of those seconds was a second wasted. And Draco Malfoy was a very busy man.
Finally Draco was back in his own room again. 'Bah,' he thought. 'I'm too tired for dinner. I think I'll take a nice hot shower, and then a nap to keep myself sexy.'
Yep. That's what he would do. Draco slipped off his robe and dropped it on his bed. Since he was head boy he had his own bathroom adjoining his dorm room. As he walked to said bathroom he shed his shirt and pants on the way. By the time he got to the bathroom door he was clothed in his pink ducky boxers—er… I mean the plain black boxers. They were silk, of course.
He went inside and, needless to say, took a shower. ((A/N:I doubt you need the details o-O))
About half an hour or so later, Draco came out with a towel hanging low on his hips, and his now gel-less hair was hanging in his eyes. Squeaky clean.
He had enough decency, but barely enough energy to change into a pair of baggy pajama pants. These were mercifully black, not pink with ducks. Not that he ever had anything else with pink ducks. He didn't! Really…
With that he collapsed on his bed, deeply asleep, with a t-shirt that he was about to put on dangling from his limp fingers.
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Ginny walked through the halls toward the Slytherin common room. Actually, she was walking toward the dungeons, since she had no clue where the Slytherin common room was exactly. As she was passing and especially dank and foul looking wall, a nearby painting decided to comment on her appearance. "What is a Weasley of all people doing here?" it drawled in a voice much like Malfoy's would be if it aged about twenty years.
"Looking for the Slytherin common room, thank you very much." Who was this anyway? Probably a past Slytherin who contributed greatly…money-wise at least. No one but a Slytherin could be that rude…and think that being a Weasley was the worst thing in the world. Wait a second… "How did you know I'm a Weasley?"
"Oh please," he replied. "Red hair, hand-me-down robes, a cauldron full of freckles. Who else could it be?" The painting scoffed as if it was the clearly obvious. "You should leave here little girl, before you get hurt."
"Er…where is here anyway?"
"The Weasleys may have been poor excuses for wizards, but they were never stupid. What has this world come to?"
Ginny patiently waited while the painting moped about the stupidity of the current generation. Finally it replied, "You're just where you wanted to be. The Slytherin common room, " he said as he pointed to the vile wall. "But I doubt you can get in without the password." As his final words left his lips, he quietly slipped out of his painting.
She still didn't know who that man was. Then she caught sight of the label beneath the painting. 'Stupid.' How could she forget about that? She came close enough to read what it said. "Salazar Slytherin. Founder of one of the four Houses of Hogwarts."
"Oh joy. So I just had a nice chat with the long-dead lord of Slytherin. Just my luck."
Now to that wall. It seemed like an ordinary wall that oozed blood. Wait—What! Blood? Oh never mind…that was just slime. Ginny hesitantly put her hand on the wall, which was rather stupid actually, as she got a handful of slime, but at least it wasn't completely useless. At her touch the stones of the dungeon wall sprang apart to admit her. 'Must be something to do with the program,' she thought. Normally the wall would probably attack her or something.
As the stones parted a common room of green, black, and silver was revealed containing about twenty Slytherins of all ages. 'Good-bye world. I just hope they get me a nice coffin.'
Amazingly enough as she inched to the door that led to the staircases, that led to the dormitories, she wasn't attacked. Just glared at from every direction. 'Well good enough.'
As she got through the door to safety from those stares, she breathed a sigh of relief. But now where to go? So many floors! As she was contemplating whether to just go about yelling Draco's name, she felt as if an invisible hand had shoved her. She had definitely moved up the stairs a few steps.
Ginny kept walking until she reached the first floor. As she turned to go through the door, she felt the hand again, shoving her up higher. This continued on about five more times until she reached the sixth floor. The mysterious hand then shoved her into the sixth floor corridor and to a door with a morbid air around it.
'Well this must be it.' Aloud she said, "Thank you invisible hand."
Out of seemingly nowhere came the voice of Salazar Slytherin. "You're quite welcome." With a last shove she was pushed into Draco's room.
The first thing she saw was black. And then more black. And after that some more black. And then a half-naked Draco on a black bed, dressed in loose black pants.
Whoah! Why was he half-naked? Why was he missing a shirt? Where was his shirt? Why was Ginny thinking rather forbidden thoughts about a yummy Malfoy? And why did she have a sudden urge to snog him senseless?
Ginny couldn't find answers to any of the questions, except the third one: his shirt was on the floor, and it was scaring her. So was her current fantasy of Malfoy and a bowl of lime gelatin.
Ginny shook her head viciously. 'NO! Control yourself. Malfoy bad. Harry good. Malfoy bad. Harry good. Remember that, good girl.' All her sudden urges were gone.
She set the paint can down at her feet and stared at Malfoy deciding what to do with him and his untidy, still dripping-wet hair that hung over his eyes, his bare chest, his well toned muscles, his—'NO! Stop that.'
As she stood there just standing and staring, one of her urges resurfaced. She needed to tickle him. 'I mean, come on. Doesn't he just look so tickleable?'
So it was decided. She would tickle him. Besides, Malfoy looked like one of those people that were like logs when they slept. Nothing could wake them up. Or maybe it could. Either way, she silently tiptoed up to his bed and knelt. As her hands gingerly touched his chest, there was a flash of movement.
Suddenly Ginny found herself pinned underneath a warm body, a cold hand clutching her wrist tightly, and staring at those steel-gray eyes. "As the Hogwart's motto says," he whispered coldly, "never tickle a sleeping dragon."
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1. Head witch – In this fanfic that's the term I use for the wizard version of a psychiatrist.
A/N: Hoped you liked this chapter! Sorry it takes so long to write. I try to make it good, and I don't have much time. Sorry. Tell me what you think.