Summary: Many different perspectives on different and bizarre relationships. HG/BZ, GW/DM
Authors Note: Mmmmmm Chocolate. I like chocolate, I also like curry, cucumbers, chili and crazy hot European sex.
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Harry Potter, and even if you could find a plot in this story I doubt I own it either, although I do own 'a beautiful face', oh god I am incredibly lame.
Chapter Two
Ronald Weasley was sulking. Locking the door of the small room behind him he roughly collapsed on a wooden chair near the window. The glass was frosted from the cold but he could clearly see Hermione standing in the middle of the courtyard. She was bonkers! It was so cold, just…so…COLD! He pursed his lips as he watched her run from the rain, smiling wickedly to himself, serves her right that did!
It was so hard to be a Weasley. He had always thought so, what with the money problems, but now, now he realised, with a huge family came the possibility of upsetting a huge amount of people.
He hadn't meant to do it…he knew it was wrong, and he knew he'd feel guilty, but he just couldn't help it! He closed his eyes and remembered the way her silky black hair had felt against his hands, just thinking about her made his throat dry, and his heart race. The way her eyes would crinkle in delight when she laughed, the smooth contours of her face, the…
"STOP IT! JUST BLOODY STOP IT!" he swore loudly, listening as it echoed off the walls. Sheepishly he glanced around the room, pretending to the few paintings it hadn't been him who was screaming. The worst thing was he couldn't tell anyone, there was no way he could tell Harry, he would never tell Harry, and Hermione…speaking of Hermione…
Ron glanced out the window and swore again when he saw a tall figure pressing her up against the wall. Clumsily he rushed out of the room and opened the door, ready to rush to her rescue. He froze. The man leaning near her was none other than Blaise Zabini, one of the Slytherins Ron detested more than anyone…even Draco Malfoy!
"OY!" Ron shouted, "OY" he yelled again running towards them. He watched the Slytherin turn around, a cool and calm look on his face, shapely lips forming a smirk.
"Well, well, well…if it isn't my arch nemesis Ronald Wea…" He began but was interrupted by an unforeseen incident.
You see, in Ron's hurry to play the hero he had underestimated the slipperiness of the path, with a loud "BUGGGGGGER" the heroic Gryffindor now lay on his back staring up at the thunderous sky.
Hermione stood in the corner laughing to herself.
Harry Potter threw his book against the wall, hard. Biting his lip he regretted the action after examining the dent he left in the wall…and Dean's West Ham poster. Glancing around the dorm he shrugged guiltily, weakly straightening out the small rip with his hand then proceeding to hide the book under his pillow.
His reflection stared back at him, raven hair messy, and face gaunt and angry. He had reason to be angry! He, HARRY POTTER defeated VOLDEMORT, you know…that murderous dude that nobody else managed to kill, and yet not ONE girl would go to the Yule Ball with him! Sure, he hadn't actually tried all the girls, most of the decent ones had boyfriends anyway, but he'd only been asked by one brave Hufflepuff, regretfully she made Eloise Midgeon's previous acne problems look mild. Now, he wasn't a shallow man, he just appreciated the fine looks of a…hell he WAS a shallow man, but didn't he deserve someone half-decent looking!
Harry growled to himself and stormed down to the common room, determined that one of the girls down there would be his date. The only girl down there was Ginny Weasley.
Harry felt his hands begin to sweat, ever since a brief but disastrous fling with his best mate's sister, he had done all in his power to avoid the girl. Harry be brave, be a man, she's hot, you know that…just ask her!
He coughed slightly gaining her attention. The thing he hated most was the fact she already seemed to know what he was going to say. She stared blatantly at his hands clenched together and laughed.
"No" she said shortly.
Harry frowned. "You didn't even know what I was going to say!" he answered indignantly.
Ginny calmly shut her book. "Every possible thing would still be answered with no Harry"
"…But"
"No" she smirked at him.
He hated that smirk. "FINE! FINE! I DIDN'T WANT TO GO WITH YOU ANYWAY!" he bellowed angrily, he really ought to do something about his temper.
Ginny nodded, "YEAH WELL I HAVE A DATE ANYWAY POTTER! She screamed back, shaking her head as she realised she was only yelling for the fun of it.
Harry glared at her. "Of course you do miss…"
Ginny furrowed her brow, "Oh…wait…" she interrupted slowly, "…I don't have a date…yeah, I'll go with you Harry" she finished off grinning madly at him.
Harry was one confused boy.
Luna watched the fight with careful eyes, ignoring the fact she wasn't even supposed to be in the Gryffindor common room. Her accomplice in crime, one Draco Malfoy sat next to her in the invisibility cloak, his glare so powerful heat was radiating off him.
"I don't see why Potter always gets the girl Lovegood! I mean honestly, Potter's an ugly git and even when the chit doesn't like him, she'll go with him anyway!" he hissed angrily to her, staring intensely at the littlest Weasley.
Luna turned to look at her friend, patting him lightly on the shoulder she replied, "Draco, this is Ginny we're talking about, she'd date anything that remotely resembled a male…maybe one day you'll get so lucky…"
He grunted in response.
Warming his icy hands up by the fire Blaise Zabini waited for Draco to return from whatever adventure he had been on with Miss. Lovegood. Smiling to himself he couldn't help but laugh over the strange friendship the two had formed after the war. Luna had saved Draco's life more than once and in return he saw it fit to present her with his undying compassion and company. Needless to say Luna often tried to avoid him.
The door flung open nearly swinging off its hinges. Draco Malfoy was furious, he could see it in his dark grey eyes. Blaise tumbled off his bed onto the floor, tackling Draco so he fell onto the bed. Standing up commandingly he pinned him to the bed with one foot.
"Now Malfoy you speak. What is bothering you're pretty little feather head now?"
"Potter of course, stupid wanker always gets the girls, I wish he'd just fall down a ditch and die!" he began ranting on.
"Mmmhmmm…well maybe you should change that wish to say a lake? A stairwell? Because frankly I'm not aware of any noticeably dangerous ditches around Hogwarts. You never know, it could be that the entire Potter problem is that you seem constantly attracted to girls who are unattainable because of him!"
Draco glared at his friend. Standing up and turning his back on him he muttered 'I wish you'd fall down a ditch you stupid hypocritical wanker…'
Blaise smirked at him. "I heaaard that Draaaco" he replied in a sing song voice.
Draco whipped around, "You were bloody well meant to! Don't you have a go at me for liking Weasley when you like the Gryffindor Ice Princess!" Draco replied…then as an afterthought added…"Which reminds me, how did you little meeting with her go today?"
Blaise laughed and began to explain about Ron slipping over, "Wonderful…"
Authors Note:
Well, don't just sit there, review! I would also like to declare my love of Ginny, I like my Ginny she reminds me of me, apart from the whole slut thing. I also love Luna…she rocks my purple spotted socks!