Chapter Two: Karma and Quidditch
Author's Note: To Jen's Brother (whoever the hell that is), as I said CANON OUT WINDOW. If I was trying to be realistic, I would have written about Ron/Hermione and Ginny/Harry. But since once in a while I like to write about WHAT THE BLOODY HELL I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT, I can do this. If you've got a problem, don't read. I said in the beginning it was G/D, and if you dislike it so much, you shouldn't have read it. I do hope you're reviewing the other 200+ D/G stories, then, and not just mine? And by the way, it's a typo that my spell check ignores, I'll get the rope ready so you can hang me for such an ungodly mistake.
"- And he said that Bellatrix killed his mother under orders by You-Know-Who," Amedei explained in a hushed whisper, looking around to make sure no one was snooping. "Her own sister! I can't believe I'm related to her. All the Slytherins think I'm a Death Eater also, now."
Ron looked somewhat angry. "Well, good for him!"
"Ron!" Hermione gasped. "That's a horrible thing to say!"
Ron shrugged. "He'd've said it about my mum..."
Amedei shook her head. "I've known Draco forever, he wouldn't say that about anyone's parents and truly mean it. He has the worst luck with karma."
"Car-what?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Karma. It's like if you say something bad about someone, something bad happens to you."
"You're quite overdue for some karma, Ronnie," Liz grinned evilly. Harry laughed.
"She's right, Ron. You've been saying bad things about Malfoy for ages and nothing bad's happened to you yet!" he agreed.
Ron shook his head and got
up. "This whole karma thing is rubbish," he muttered,
walking to the stairs...
Hermione gasped. "Wait, Ron, no
that's the -"
And as soon as his foot touched the first step, a loud shrill bell rang, screaming "BOY ALERT! BOY ALERT!" Then the stair flipped up, sending him flying across the commonroom.
"- girl's dorm..." Hermione continued with a sigh. "Come on, Harry, let's help him before he has a fit."
"Right, bye then, girls," Harry laughed, leaving the three alone.
Amedei smiled. "How many bad things do you think can happen to Ron?"
"Oh, I don't know," Ginny said. "Not that many -"
Suddenly, Ron's yell of pain cut her off. "OW! What the bloody - OW!"
Ginny, Liz, and Amedei looked at each other. "Should we even try to imagine what's happened to him now?"
Liz shook her head. "No, and I think we should get out of here, he'll think we've jinxed him on purpose or something..."
The girls nodded, while laughing and leaving the commonroom.
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Amedei stood outside
Draco's private dorm room, hand poised to knock. She wasn't sure if
she should; after all, at times like these, sometimes you just need
to be alone. But Amedei was scared of what Draco do when he was alone
with the grief of his dead mother... That made up her mind, and she
tapped on the door. She received no answer, heard no noise.
"Draco?"
she asked, knocking again. "Listen, I know you're in there."
Another knock.
"C'mon, Draco, if you don't answer now I'm going to have to blow up the room, and if you get blown up in the process, well...that's just too bad."
"Shmmpmmp, Mmedmmi,"
she barely heard Draco murmur.
"Pardon?"
She did, however, hear him grumble and throw the door open with a spell. Amedei shrugged and walked in, looking around the room: it was a mess, clothes everywhere, books on the floor, food collecting mold on his table...
"Oh-kay, it smells in here. When's the last time you cleaned it?" She waited for Draco to say something to hint where he was, but soon she found him anyway, hidden under his crimson comforter. She walked over to him and lightly pulled his ear (the only visible body part). "Eh? When's the last time you cleaned, Draco?"
"Mmstmmr."
"Pardon?"
He grumbled and moved the comforter so now his mouth was shown. "LAST. YEAR."
"Oh, Merlin, that's disgusting!"
"Well I was planning on cleaning it today, but I've been sorta busy, haven't I?"
Amedei sat on the bed next to him and laid down near his head. "Oh, yeah? Busy laying in bed? Busy moping? How does that help anything?"
"God damnit, Ame, my mother died! What do you expect me to do? Throw a party!"
"No, I don't," she said finally after a pause.
"Then what do you want me to do!"
Amedei sighed. "I don't know."
"Thanks
for helping," he muttered before going under.
"What do
you want me to do, Draco? Really, I want to help
you. None of your other idio- I mean, friends - are helping. I'm here
for you, Dray. What do you want me to do?"
"Kill Bellatrix."
Amedei laughed slightly. "Other than that."
He seemed to think about this for a while. "I want to have fun."
"Oh? What kind of fun?"
Draco shrugged. "I don't know. Fun."
Amedei nodded. "Okay, Draco. By tomorrow, I will find us something fun. Okay?"
Draco smiled and kissed Amedei on the cheek. "Thank you."
"No problem, Draco. Now, can you please brush your teeth? You smell, hun."
"Hey!"
Amedei got up and began walking to the door. "The truth hurts, doesn't it?"
"Very much so."
She smiled again. "Okay, see you in the commonroom in 15?"
"Make it 40."
"Make it an hour and you got yourself a deal."
Draco stretched. "An
hour it is," he said, getting up.
"An hour it is,"
repeated Amedei, opening the door.
I have an hour to find something fun for Draco. ...Or someone
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"What do you mean, 'Draco needs fun'?" Gin asked, crossing her arms. "I'm not shagging him!"
"I'm
not asking you to, Gin!" Amedei whined.
"Just help me out! He's depressed, and he smells!"
"Oh,
that helps your case," Liz interjected, giggling.
Amedei frowned. "Shut up, Adler. Draco's depressed and I'm...scared."
"Scared of what?" asked Liz.
"That he's going to do something drastic... like start cutting or..."
Ginny shook her head. "Don't say it."
"I thought you didn't
like Draco," Amedei said with a smirk.
"I don't!"
said Ginny quickly. "But that doesn't mean I want to imagine him
killing himself." It was quiet, and Amedei had a quiet little
gloat moment.
"Fine... maybe you can take him to a Quidditch game or something? Or... maybe we can have a party? Or..."
"Quidditch game," Amedei said, nodding. "Definitely Quidditch Game. But how are we going to get him there?"
They were interrupted by Ron's shrill yell of, "OW! WHAT THE HELL? GET AWAY FROM ME, PIG! PIG! GET AWAY!" followed by Hermione's jokeful, "Ron! It's karma! It's after yooooooouuuu!"
Once the moment passed, Ginny shrugged. "I don't know, I helped you, and now I'm done," she muttered, slinging her back over her shoulder and getting ready to leave. Amedei stuck her lower lip out and attempted to look innocent, but only succeeded in making a first year who was sitting in the commonroom cry.
Ginny sighed and sat down. "I can talk to Proffessor Mcgonnagal about it and you can talk to Snape. It could be a beginning of the year scrimmage match. And afterwards we can have an after party. THERE, I think Malfoy would have fun at that, ok?"
Amedei and Liz sat in shock, mouths slightly open, looking at Ginny.
"...Okay?"
"You know more about Draco than I do!" Amedei said softly, a glint in her eye. She got up and started walking away, causing Gin to yell after her.
"SHUT UP, BLACK! Just because I know what would be fun for him doesn't mean I'm Malfoy's soul mate or something!"
The commonroom was immediately silenced, and everyone stared at Ginny.
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"A quidditch match?" Proffessor Mcgonnagal asked, looked interested. "What kind?"
Ginny tried to explain. "Um, a scrimmage match, the whole school. There would be more positions of course, about... four to six seekers, which makes it more difficult. Perhaps we could use two of each ball. It would be more difficult, but there could be charms put on the balls so on impact they're not as hard. It would be the whole school, not just the Quidditch teams, to make it more fun... and maybe there could be a game with just the teams so they could show off their skills. Afterwards, maybe a little after party, nothing serious."
Minerva rose an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Umm, it will help house unity and uh, inter house relations, and ..." she sighed. "Okay, Mal- Draco's really upset about...you know, and it would help cheer him up while also helping the houses become unified in the beginning of the year."
Minerva smiled. "A Weasley helping a Malfoy?"
"Um, sure."
"Well, I'll discuss it with Albus, then."
Author's Note: Okay, I know I'm popping out chapters like crazy probably, but I've already finished and I'm on chapter 2 of the sequel, along with the whole thing plotted out and I have to say, it's much better than this one. So ppllleaseeee review so I can get to the sequel already! Hehe.
