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Summary: Chapter IV: In which Draco and Ginny have an argument, Ginny hates denims, Blaise is up to something, and the plot congeals.Muahahaha...
Author's Notes: Thank you to the people who reviewed chapter three. I really appreciate it! I will try to update more often, but the stress... Is no excuse. I sincerely apologize. I encourage you all to review. You can give me ideas ;) of what you would like to see in the story, or anything about it in general. Please ignore what I currently have on my profile. (My cousin wrote it.) Thanks.
Chapter IV - - Lost in Translation
"Of course you do, Zabini- I look like a common whore!" Ginny protested as she grabbed a piece of the fabric and rubbed it between her index finger and her thumb.
"I wouldn't-" Blaise began, but Ginny gave him a very noticeable glare, and he stopped.
"Just look at me!" she cried out, exasperated. She would have not even bothered to try it on, but Malfoy had gone the more subtle route. She was walking around in the 'get-up' minutes before she realized that it grew colder. He had switched her outfit when she was busy running around the house, avoiding him. What amazed her was that she had not noticed before.
"Oh believe me, we're looking." Blaise licked his lips and bobbed his head up and down, looking her over. She consciously crossed her arms over her chest which had too much exposure for her taste.
"I've seen tramps wearing more than this. I agreed to be your 'bartender', Malfoy, but I am not your-" Ginny seriously couldn't think of an obscene enough word.
"Slave? No- but you could be. We're both young, eager, ready, and willing." Blaise replied, a smirk on his lips.
Ginny's jaw dropped to the floor, and she immediately grabbed the nearest shield; a black hooded robe. She wrapped herself in it as quickly as possible and, just as quickly, became frightened.
They both seemed to leer at her, and Ginny plopped on the floor, assigning herself a spot in the nearest reserved corner.
"Tough luck, mate," Draco said, a smirk on his lips, "I think she needs some practice."
"Right you are-"
"STOP! Enough! This was NOT in my job description. I am supposed to be helping guard Malfoy. Now, I am helping you, Zabini. I am NOT supposed to be dressing up like a slut, to prance around, at your order, and expect to follow your every whim. "
They still came closer and Ginny began to repeat over and over again, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit-"
Ginny searched herself for her wand and noticed that Malfoy must have summoned it. It wasn't in her new get-up; that was certain.
"Oh God-"
Blaise was the first to reach her and roughly grabbed her wrist.
"Please! I-I'll never tell your secret! Don't hurt me! Please! Please…" Ginny pleaded.
"Relax, Weasley. We're just going to fix your hair."
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"Stop it, or I'll kill you!" she yelled, not wanting anything to do with Malfoy or Zabini. At the moment, they were attempting to pin up her hair. She was literally tied to a chair.
It wasn't going over well.
Obviously.
"Hold- hold still, Red!" Blaise shouted, almost stabbing her in the head with a bobby pin.
Malfoy was leaning against the doorway, smirking. His arms were folded in a sloppy way. His hair slanted to the side, and covered his right eye. Ginny could tell he was shaking with silent laughter.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Ginny shook her head, whimpering.
"Look, Weasel, do you want to get caught? No? Well then. I advise you to help us disguise you. So, shut up." Malfoy spoke, laughter halted.
"And this is the disguise you picked out?" Ginny pointed to her chest.
She was dressed in a black corset with a thin, see-through green and silver material that flowed off her shoulders that served as a shirt. The whole top was cut very low, and the sleeves trailed off at her forearm. The silver material was the top to her dress that ended at her mid thigh. On her bottom half, the dress had a slip of tightly netted black fabric that served as a cover up after the green material of the dress was placed over it. The dress was slashed in places such as the side of her waist. Very thin pieces of black leather wove themselves around her arms. And the shoes. The shoes had to be the worst part of the outfit. They were high heeled leather boots.
"All of this is too much! And where is my money, Blaise? I think I've suffered enough!" Ginny was still in the chair, struggling to get out.
"Too much, you say? Well, I think I have to agree." Blaise then pointed to her 'dress', and Ginny watched in horror as the hemline of the outfit shrunk considerably. "As for your money, where do you think it went to? We had to pay for your dress, you know. I'm only awarding you half as of now; I'll pay you the rest when I get to speak with Lovegood."
Ginny felt like crying. Her hair was all screwed up, her mother would kill her if she ever saw her in this outfit, and she was stuck to work with Malfoy.
Ginny's ears grew red. Her body slouched in her seat. Her chestslowed itsrising.
"Oi! Get her out of the chair. I think she needs a healer." Malfoy said, voice rushed. Blaise obeyed.
As soon as she was untied, Ginny made a break for it. She made like a bat out of hell, running as fast as her thin legs could carry her.
"I'll get you Weasel."
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"Merlin, he is such a sodding idiot!" Ginny screamed, throwing things into her trunk. She was leaving. Badge or no badge, it wasn't worth it. She was not a force to be reckoned with.
"And I- have lost my wand! He took it! ARROGANT SLIME BALL-" She yelled, and began to feel her corset. Her wand was definitely not in there.
She took off the boots and decided that she wouldn't wear any shoes since her others were already packed away. "I HATE YOU, DRACO ORION MALFOY! I BLOODY HATE YOU!"
She jumped up and down, trying to make as much noise as possible by stomping. "DID YOU HEAR THAT?" Jump. "I-" Slam. "BLOODY-" Stomp. "HATE-" THUD! "YOU!" Stomp. "KISS-" Stomp. "MY-" Stomp.
Suddenly, her door was thrown open and a hooded figure stopped in front of her. "Uh- Do you know the way to the uh.. That place-"
"The bathroom?" Ginny asked, not terrified in the least. It was Goyle. Dumber than a box of rocks.
"Uh- yeah."
"Does it look like I even live here?" she asked cynically. "The bathroom is three doors to the left down that hallway." She pointed to the direction and sighed.
"Oh, thanks. I was also supposed to leave you a message. Master Draco wishes to have you in his presence. I shall take my leave. Oh, and before I dismiss, I must give you a drink." Goyle said perfectly, handed her a bottle, and walked down the hall, leaving Ginny shocked.
"That-"
Ginny shook her head, put the bottle on the dresser, and tried to pry the outfit open with a letter opener.
It wouldn't budge.
"Screw you, Malfoy!" Ginny said as she pulled on a pair of jeans. She had never felt more uncomfortable in a pair of denims in her life. "ARGH!"
She turned around to find a jumper from her trunk and almost fell over when it wasn't there. "What the hell? GOYLE!"
Ginny ran over to the mirror to see how badly her top part looked. Her reaction was a shriek. Her hair had been cut slightly from Blaise, she had figured he had just put it up. It was nowa very dark red.Her freckles were gone, eyes now green. Almost like Harry's. 'Oh, Harry!' Ginny felt like sobbing and watched as her hair shortened itself before her eyes.
"It's not your hair, Ginevra!" she screamed aloud to herself. "My clothes are effing gone, Goyle's English is correct, what kind of bloody sick game is this? I want to go home!"
She felt her feet carry herself downstairs. Instead of a polite and nice tea party, she was greeted with drunken men who were fighting with each other. She walked over passed out bodies on the floor and into the kitchen. Flinging open the cabinets, she began to look for a sobering potion. Wait, did she really want all those men fully aware that she was there? Forget that. She suddenly found a bottle of a clear liquid labeled 'Truth Serum'. She could tell instantly that it was Veritaserum and she put it into her pocket. Ah, the little devil was going against Ministry wishes. Two could play at that game.
Ginny walked into the foyer and glanced into the sitting room, where Malfoy was conveniently sitting. She walked over to him and sat down on the floor in front of him. 'This'll be fun…' She bowed her head and spoke. "Yes master?"
"Goyle actually completed the task of making you drink that potion. Veritaserum. Quite powerful, actually."
'What the hell? He tried to do that to me!' "Yes. I came immediately to check on you."
"Tell me, Ginevra, do you know why Blaise is so eager to see Miss Lovegood?" Draco asked her, eyes shining down in interest.
She began to look at him with a dazed look and internally smirked at herself. 'Shock him,' a little voice said. She complied with herself. "No," she lied. This was going to be fun, tormenting him like this. He actually though she was telling the truth. Right...
"I'll tell you later. So, having fun at our little get together?"
"Oh, yes!" she lied again, a sweet smile coming to her lips.
"You know, this potion only lasts for a good hour. Are you truthfully trying to help, or are you going to turn me into my friends?"
"Trying to help."
The irony was making Ginny sick. She'd play him, he'd play her. He'd break a law, she'd piss him off. She hated him. Everything except his angelic- devil – like appearance sickened her. The day she'd try to help him intentionally would be the day she died. There'd be one less muggle lover for him to sulk about. He was such a hypocrite. He wanted help, and yet, here he was, manipulating her for his own sick pleasure. Damn it! She was treated like a captive in her own house. His house! She hadn't spoken to her family in a week and had been living in this hell hole for what? Almost a mere four days. This was just pathetic.
"So, do you find me attractive?" Malfoy asked, a sly grin coming to his face.
"Yes," she answered truthfully. 'What the hell, Ginevra? Lie! Lie! Screw with his head, lie, do anything, just don't tell the truth! Was that even the truth? Do I find Malfoy attractive?'
"I already knew that. What a waste of a question. So, would you be willing to date Draco?" Malfoy asked quickly.
'WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG HERE!' "Excuse me, aren't you Malfoy?"
"No. I figured that was obvious, Gin. You're so gullible." Malfoy's face began to bubble and he slowly grew long, dark hair. Blaise? Sure enough, the devil was staring back at her with a grin. "Masking Charm- and you call yourself an Auror." He began to laugh at her. Ginny was infuriated. She was mad. Ginny wanted to kick his arse. She restrained herself. Ginny was going to punch him into a bloody pulp if she had to continue with this charade for any damn longer.
"So, do you think that I'm attractive? Do I have a chance with Lovegood?"
Ginny couldn't believe what was happening. She answered back crisply, "No. I think your face is nothing compared to Draco's. He's so sexy, and I happen to feel sorry for you. There Malfoy is, with girls flaunting themselves at him, while you're just- just disgusting. You look like you haven't taken a shower in months!"
Blaise had his mouth open in shock, and then he grinned. "You're lying."
"It's veritaserum, you idiot. You gave it to me. I have no choice but to tell the truth. And you call yourself a Death Eater. I've met house elves with more common sense than you." Ginny snapped. She tried to find something to cover her chest up with. She settled for a red velvet pillow on the couch.
"So, you like Draco…" Blaise laughed.
'NO!' Ginny thought darkly. "Of course," she replied, wanting to keep her cover. "He's so- untamed and- wild. I'm surprised why you haven't noticed him yet. I thought you were gay."
"I'm not gay!" Blaise said indignantly.
"Suuure… Anyway, I think it's quite obvious that Malfoy is superior to you. Lovegood would go for him before she'd go for you." Ginny knew she was going overboard, but Zabini needed to be taught a lesson. She silently thanked the Gods that Malfoy had nothing to do with this.
"Alright, Weasley. I think that's enough. Here, drink this. It's the counter potion. I've gotten all the information out of you that I need." Blaise handed her a bright red bottle. Its label was written in old English, and she couldn't make out one word of it. She swiftly took the bottle and unplugged the cork, smoke escaping its prison. She held it up to her mouth and swallowed, unsurprised to find that it tasted like hell.
"God, what is this stuff?" she asked, finding herself being pushed into the couch. She then felt something knock into her head.
"Shh, Weasel. It'll all be over soon." She heard someone's voice.
Suddenly, her head felt clearer and she sat up, felling a little nauseous. "What- the hell- was that- Zabini?"
"The reverse potion. When you use a truth serum, you can reverse it with a lying serum."
"No you can't. Just stay away from me. Now."
"What'd you mean?"
"I wasn't under a truth serum. I was lying." She replied, wincing as her head felt about to split open. The potion seemed to bestarting to change hertone.
"No, now you're lying." Blaise said, confusing the hell out of her.
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! I love you!" She shrieked into a pillow, upset at having her words twisted around. She hated lying.
"Ah, that's so sweet!" Blaise mocked her, rolling his eyes, and getting up from the couch to leave the room. It was great having silence for thre minutes before-
"You're going to Hell for lying, Weasley." Draco Malfoy stepped into the sitting room, a smirk grazing his lips.
"How could you do this to me?" Ginny asked, careful to not let any comments slip.
"I didn't do anything. Blaise did. He thought it was funny, and I said 'What the hell!'" Malfoy laughed. It seemed slightly sincere. The laugh did, anyway.
"I don't believe you!"
"Ah, so you do believe me?"
"No!"
"You're the biggest liar I've ever met, Weasel."
Draco Orion Malfoy was very close to getting on Ginevra Molly Weasley's last nerve. They didn't name her partially after her mother for nothing.
"Draco Malfoy! I-" She knew he would twist her words around. She couldn't think how to say her words and not have him think otherwise. "I- ARGH!"
"Lost in translation, eh, Weasel?"
"Screw you! Damn you to hell! Curse your family. Just stay away from me! I want you near me. ARGH! Switch my last sentence around!" She yelled, completely infuriated.
"I don't understand." A smirk came across his face, and he was about to retort when-
The doorbell rang.
Ginny gave Malfoy the finger and sauntered towards the door. She opened it slowly and almost died when she saw her brother Ron and Harry.
"Gin, we came as soon as we could. Why are you here and working for Malfoy? What happened to you? And what are you-"
Harry stopped in mid sentence and looked Ginny up and down, while Ron said, "What the hell are you wearing, Ginevra?"
"A bathrobe," she lied, noticing Harry's wandering eyes. "I'm here because I want to be. Draco and I have come to elope. Please don't tell the family that I love a Malfoy."
'Where in the bleeding hell had that come from! That was the SICKEST lie I have ever told!'
"That's a bathrobe! Malfoy! I know you're in there! Come out so I can hurt you for touching my sister!"
Sure enough, Dra- Malfoy walked smugly to the door. Ginny felt arms being wrapped around her waist and looked up to see Malfoy smirking.
"Have a problem with it, Weasley? Let's ask her for ourselves. Do you love me, Ginevra?" Draco said cynically.
"Yes." She lied. 'Oh Gods! I am going to castrate them both for putting me through this hell!'
Harry and Ron looked shocked. They looked too stunned to even speak.
"If you excuse us, my future wife and I have things- Things that do not include the two of you." Draco said, taking Ginny by the hand back into the house, and shutting the door. Ten minutes later of glaring ended up with them both at their wit's ends.
"Why did you do that?" Ginny screamed at him. "They're most likely going to tell my mother! What is wrong with you? They probably didn't understand your last taunt, you git!"
"The potion's worn off. You can relax, Ginevra." Draco took his hand of her shoulder blade and let it lay at his side.
"RELAX? Don't tell me to relax, Draco Orion Malfoy! AND DON'T CALL ME GINEVRA! MY NAME IS WEASLEY TO YOU! … I know all about you and your disobedient… Doings! I can't take this stupid thing off! And- you sicken me! You are a sick, sick man! I hate you. I sodding hate you. Want to know why? Well, you're arrogant, a misogynist, a hypocrite, you're stupid, ugly-"
Draco stopped her by putting his hand on her mouth, making the ring on his finger glare on her face from the fire shining off it. "That. Is. Enough. You can call me whatever you like, but you went too far with ugly. You said it yourself, you find me attractive. On your own free will too, might I add." He smirked at her and gave a disgusted face when she licked his hand. He let go of her mouth and rubbed his hand on her sleeve. "Why are you looking at me like that, Weasel? Shut your mouth, you'll let flies in. And don't give me a look that says I paid a lot of money for this outfit. You didn't. I did. I bet you've never spent a fifth of what I have alone on another piece of clothing. Is it your time of the month or something? Your attitude is abysmal."
Ginny closed her mouth and then quickly opened it. "I feel sorry for your mum, Draco." And with that, she drew her hand backward and slapped his left cheek, in her opinion, his good side. It was the side of him that always seemed to be turned away from her.
He slowly closed his eyes and slowly inhaled. He clearly wasn't going to say anything else to her, so she turned and walked out of the room in search of his Cocoa Pebbles.
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"How do you think they're doing?" Thomas asked.
"Not well. Let's push them along, shall we?"
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