Chapter Fifteen: The Piercing Scream Heard on Hallow's Eve
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Contradicts to the 6th book because story was created before the 6th book and has nothing to do with it.
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"Hey! Rusty! Look at what this thing does!" A tall man in an over large trench coat and a silly tall hat shouted over to a worried looking man holding a clipboard to his chest. The man in the coat lifted up a wooden yoyo of the counter of the village joke shop and swung it in the air.
The yoyo smacked Rusty in the head.
"That's nothing special Mr. Brightlamp." Rusty said with annoyance as he rubbed his bruised forehead.
"Oh, be a good cheer Rusty." Venn Brightlamp said with a big smile and put the yoyo back onto the counter. "Oooo fake wands! They don't have that at the studio!"
"Sir, I really think you are attracting a lot of attention." Rusty Point whispered quietly while eyeing the wand in Venn's hand with suspicion. Venn Brightlamp ignored him and waved the plastic wand violently with awe in his eyes. It turned into a rubber chicken. Venn cracked up.
"Rubber chicken! Oho this is a good one!"
"Sir! You really need to quiet down." Rusty said apprehensively.
"Come off of it Ru-" Venn started to say when someone tugged at the end of his. He looked down and saw a girl about the age of six licking at a bright red lollipop and looking up at him with big hopeful eyes. "Er…yes little girl? Can I help you?"
"Hey mister, are you Venn Brightlamp?" She said loudly. Rusty's eyes grew wide. Venn took a few steps back from the girl like she was a dragon that had spotted him asits prey.
"You- what? Shhhh! Of course I'm not! Silly girl!" Brightlamp said fearfully. He pulled his hat down lower and started to walk away. "Common Rusty! We gotta go."
"Yes sir." Rusty quickly answered and started to scramble out of the shop.
Venn Brightlamp was just about to step out of the threshold when he felt a tiny hand grasp his arm. He looked down in horror and saw that the little girl had held him in a tight clutch with frighteningly evil smile glue to her face.
"Uh oh…" Venn said with a whimper.
"MOMMY! IT'S VENN BRIGHTLAMP AND HE'S TRYING TO GET AWAY!" the girl screeched at the top of her lungs. The talking and chatting that previously fill the room suddenly stopped. All eyes fell upon the blessed doorway.
Venn looked around at all the women in the room with terror.
"Apparate Mr. Brightlamp!" Rusty muttered fearfully and prodded Venn's arm.
"I-I-I d-don't remember how! You do it!" Venn whispered back.
"I'm a damned squib!" Rusty whispered angrily.
The faces in the room all smiled obsessively.
"RUN RUSTY RUN! RUN LIKE THE WIND!" Venn Brightlamp bellowed at the top of his lungs and leaped for the door with the little girl still hanging from his sleeves.
"I am in love with…"
"Yes? Who are you in love with Malfoy?"
"I'm…I…" Draco mumbled tonelessly. His eyes were becoming a bit focused and an expression of annoyance was making its way up his face.
"Hurry up! Who are you in love with?" Ginny asked. The tension is killing her. Who could he be in love with? Can it be me?
Of course not! Might be a boy…I always knew Malfoy was a bit too obsessive with Harry. I have to get the answer out of him before the potion wears off.
"I'm in love with G-"
"HE'S GOING INTO THE WISHING WELL! GET HIM!"
"Huh?" Ginny and Draco both said together as a second person in the same disguise as Ginny Weasley tore into the room with a middle aged wizard bouncing breathlessly after him.
Immediately Draco's eyes snapped into focus and grabbed Ginny's hand. He leaped to his feet and stood protectively in front of Ginny, making her blush. "What's going on?"
"Bloody hell! Look at the size of that mob!" The bartender cried out fearfully and ducked under the counter.
"Oh oh! Me too!" The sudden intruder said and started to make a jump for the counter. But he was too late, the mob had already piled into The Wishing Well and was shooting spells at the man that seemed to be running for his life.
"Let's get out of here!" Ginny said and made for the door.
"Hold on! There's two Venn Brightlamp!" a woman in her forties shouted madly and once again the mob fell quiet.
"What the…" Draco muttered disbelievingly and pulled out his wand a minute too late. The great angry mob of women (and some men) had attacked. Draco broke contact with Ginny and was being pushed this way and that. He could hear her distant cussing but couldn't break through the crowd. In what seemed about ten years later, Draco spotted Ginny's top hat and tried to crawl to the other side of the room. By that time, he had already been kicked seven times, punched three times, and disturbingly, pinched in the butt twelve times.
He made a grab for Ginny's coat collar. Oh this better be worth it… the most embarrassing day of my life. I was MOLESTED! I can't take this! I am a Malfoy!
"Get away from her! That Brightlamp's over there!" he shouted angrily and immediately all the hands reattached themselves from Ginny's coat and made their way to the otherside of the room.
"Let's go!" Draco said and pulled the Gryffindor up her feet. "Arrgh, how can you be that heavy?"
Without another word, both of them ran out of the pub and down the alley.
Finally got out of there…those women are mad…they should be put into Azkaban.
"Are you ok?" he asked the panting figure next to him as they hid behind Zonko's Joke Shop and started to dust off his robes.
"Yeah, thanks Mister, you really helped me in there." Came a deep voice from within Ginny's coat. Draco froze.
"You're a man..." He said, frustrated that he didn't take a closer look at the person he was helping. "You're not Ginny."
"Er…yeah, I'm a man…" the stranger in the coat said and pulled off his hat. Draco saw that he had light brown hair and sparkly white teeth. "Now, maybe you could get my agent outta there?" he added cheerfully.
"I don't have time for this." Draco answered irritably and sprinted back toward The Wishing Well ignoring the calls of the man the he had mistaken to be Ginny Weasley behind him.
Great, now I have to go back in the hell pit. I wonder how Weasley's doing.
And with a sigh when he arrived at the door way and saw that the people were still there, Draco dived, once again, into the dangerous sea of Brightlamp crazed fans.
"Are you ok?" Draco Malfoy asked for the second time of the day.
Ginny Weasley nodded. She had never expected to get herself beaten up before but back at The Wishing Well …well, lets just say she was lucky to make it out there alive.
"Are you Ginny Weasley?" Draco asked her suspiciously. Ginny raise her eyebrows and pulled off her hat and platform shoes.
"No. Malfoy, I am you father." She said darkly.
"Just making sure…" Draco answered her with a chuckle.
Ginny looked around the dark alley and made sure no one was spying. She began to take off her coat.
"Wha-What are you doing, Weasley?" Draco asked with a pink tint in his cheeks.
"I'm striping."
"You-"
"It's alright, Malfoy, I was joking. You didn't really think I was naked under here did you?" Ginny asked as she smiled maliciously up at the blonde Slytherin.
"Of course not." Draco snapped and looked away. They spent five minutes in silences as Ginny took off her over large outfit and vanished them with her wand.
"Erm…" They both started but stopped immediately when they caught each other's eyes.
"I…um…have to meet up with Olivia…" Ginny said awkwardly. The way the mood changed between them was unnerving and both sides wanted to get away as soon as possible. Still there was still a tinge of disappointment in each of their hearts.
"Right…Weasley." Draco said uneasily, regret tugging at his heart. He knew that this visit to Hogsmeade could have been much better. Perhaps I should kiss her…
They stared at each other in some more silence and Draco began to lean down on the red head, eager for what he wanted.
His hands reached for her waist…
Ginny was starting to panic. She can't let this happen again. So she punched him in the arm. Bright thing to do, really…
"Hey, well this was nice Malfoy. You're not that bad." She laughed loudly, though it didn't come out as natural as Ginny hoped it would be. "Er…see you in school!" She said a bit too loudly, her face burning red. Idiot, Ginny, idiot! She mentally slapped herself.
"Right…" The Slytherin said, his voice suddenly cold. He pulled away from Ginny and walked away towards the noisy streets of the village. "Bye." And he disappeared into the crowd without a backward glance.
"Bye…" Ginny whispered to the air.
What was this feeling that was pulling at her heart? Did she not do the right thing? What if she did let Malfoy kiss her? She knew pretty much what the outcome was going to be…Why did he want to kiss her? Questions began to pour into Ginny's head and she had never felt so miserable and confused as she was now. Was she actually feeling regret for letting him go? Did she care for the vain, evil, Slytherin pureblood?
Today was so messed up…who could he be in love with? If it's not me…then why did he…
No matter…it was best for the both of us…
Ginny shivered in the cold windy air. She was only wearing a Weird Sisters T-shirt and a pair of old jeans with holes in them. Sighing sadly for forgetting her jacket, she made towards the street hoping to seek shelter in the Three Broomsticks.
It was when she was about to turn in the corner of the alley, she saw a familiar girl with short black hair walking suspiciously alone, down the alley.
"Olivia?" Ginny called out.
"Huh?" Her friend nearly jumped three feet into the air. "Oh, Ginny, it's you!" Olivia said with relief and waved at the red head from a distance.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked her.
"Oh, er…I will tell you later, but I don't feel good, so I'm going to ahead and head back to the castle…" Olivia said quickly and gave another small wave to Ginny and made her way over the crowded streets. "Oh yeah! And Ron told me to tell you that they are at the Three Broomsticks!" She shouted when she reached the other side.
"Ok Bye." Ginny called back. That was another short meeting with Olivia. Third time that week. What could be going on with her? She's usually always so eager to go shopping…
Whatever was going on with Olivia, Ginny decided she doesn't have time to worry about that anymore.
Just as long as Olivia's safe…she knows how do take care of herself…
Ginny sighed again and walked to the warm cozy pub down the end of the street.
Maybe things would be much easier if I never stayed in that corridor on the train with Malfoy that day…perhaps we would've still hated each other…but on the other hand, how would I know if he still doesn't hate me?
"…Right, so he said 'just checkin up on old friends.' It was disturbing, and Harry reckons that he fancies me. I always thought he was a bit colorful if you know what I mean." Ron said darkly and looked around the table of the Three Broom Sticks as if he had just finished a horror story and was waiting for the people's reaction.
Everyone around them chuckled nervously as Ron finished his story except for Ginny, who was dreamily fumbling with the umbrella in her drink. The Three Broomsticks was as noisy as ever. It seemed like everyone had decided to take shelter from the October wind in the cozy pub. The barmaid, Madam Rosmerta, was dancing between tables and passing out butter beers while making sure no students was bringing in any items into her pub from Zonko's.
"Ginny? Did you hear me?" Ron said agitatedly.
"Er…right, and do you like him back?" Ginny's said in a bored voice. Everyone around the table cracked up. Ron's whole face turned beet red.
"Of course not! I'm straight…and besides, I already like somebody else…" Ron mumbled quietly as he stole a glance at Hermione who suddenly turned red also.
Harry chuckled and started a conversation with Dean and Seamus about quidditch. Ginny went back to her thoughts but was interrupted by Ernie McMillan from Hufflepuff.
"Hey Gin, have you seen Olivia?" he asked anxiously.
"Uh…no. Why?"
"Oh, it's nothing really, just wondering. " Ernie said with disappointment in his voice and walked back to his table.
"Ooooo, I heard that Olivia has a secret lover…beside Ernie…" Lavender Brown whispered mysteriously in Ginny's ears.
"That's a lie. If Olivia did, she would have told me." Ginny snapped back.
"Sure…" Lavender said doubtfully and turned back to chat with Pavarti about what she is going to do with her hair when Venn Brightlamp comes. Ginny went back to her thoughts, her head more clouded than ever.
Olivia would tell me…right? We're best friends…she would.
You didn't tell her about Malfoy… a small voice whispered unexpectedly in her head.
Malfoy…Ginny looked around the pub full of cheerful students. Why am I the person with the problems?
Draco watched Ginny in the farthest corner of The Three Broom Sticks. She seemed to be chatting happily with her friends. He took a long draught of his fire whiskey and frowned.
She didn't want me to kiss her…
Perhaps you were too pushy.
Me? Pushy…maybe I was…Why did I want to kiss her in the first place? It was ridiculous to do so…and I knew it…
Draco gritted his teeth angrily as he saw Harry swung an arm around Ginny Weasley. Nothing made him so mad. He knew he wasn't supposed to feel that way. Weasley was supposed to be dirt to him. She's not supposed to mean anything in his heart. But, yet, she did…she meant a lot.
The Halloween feast went by merrily. Olivia had yet failed again to tell Ginny what she was up to.
Tired and sick of the loud noises made in the Great Hall, Ginny Weasley finished dinner early and made her way to one of the Prefect's bathroom to take a nice long bath. She wasn't a prefect…so naturally she'd have to be careful on not getting caught in there, but everyone was at the feast so Ginny's not worried.
She sank into hot water of the swimming pool sized bath and sighed with pleasure as she felt her aching muscles relax.
What is it like to fall in love?
How do I know when I am in love?
Could I possibly…Malfoy…no…
Can't be…who would love that narcissistic prat?
I wouldn't…
Of course I wouldn't…
"Your face looks funny, I think you should wash it harder."
Ginny jumped and looked up at the place where the voice had come from. She realized with relief that it was just the painting with the giggly mermaid, nothing to be alarmed of.
"Did you hear me?" the painting said again. Ginny chose to ignore her and dived deep into the bubble filled water. That was when she heard the door to the bathroom open and close. Then she heard the lock click.
Oh no! I forgot the lock…now someone's in here with me…
Ginny forced herself to stay in the water though her lungs were aching for a breath.
From above the water, Ginny heard the painting of the mermaid let out a string of loud, crisp giggles.
"Shut up!" a deep voice snapped angrily. It sounded oddly familiar to Ginny but she was too busy to stay under water than to ponder on whom it might belong to.
Damn! It's a guy!
Ginny could have screamed. Her lungs were burning like fire and before she knew it, she swam to the surface, gasping for breath.
"What the? Weasely?" the voice said alarmingly as Ginny spluttered and coughed up water and soap.
Ginny looked up fearfully to see whom the man was, hoping it might be some first year with a deep voice so she could kick them out by force, and immediately she was over come by relief to see a familiar face standing by the door with a completely stunned expression.
All was well until that person decided to drop their towel out of pure shock. Ginny's eyes grew wide and she let out a bloody piercing scream into the night.
How awkward that's going to be when she stops screaming.
A/N:
Wow, another cliffhanger…sorry but it would ruin the mood if I added a bit more. But I know thou peoplez shall be satisfied to have such a long chapter. Probably the longest one so far…Er… hehehehe guess who the man is.
Anyways, I bet some of ya already kno. Lalalalalaala next chapter will be fun…Ginny saw something naughty… mwahahahahahaha.. no I am sorry to say that I am not drunk. La di da di da………so much fun fun fun…im really getting into this story…gotta plan the next chapter and already got everything down for Christmas…Brightlampy is coming in…and bet ur all wondering who Olivia's with…her secret lova….mwhahahahahhahahahaha now I have sudden desire to eat a pickle…o o o how many of u ever had pickled flavored chips? I LOVE THEM! No I am not pregnant…THEY ARE SO F-ING GOOD. I don't like to cuss in real life. Im a nut hahahahaha but im a nut that knows how to type! FEAR ME! For I, with my trusty key board shall rule the world and make everyone eat pickled flavored chips! Yesssss I am evil like lord voldie, we can relate to each other. No, its not a mental disability…I'm just special. But I am a nut. But im a nut that knows how to type. FEAR ME! For I, with my trusty ty- …….oh I have already went over this…o hehehehe…ohohohohohohoho…good day. Whoa I just checked with the word number, and its like 3,000 something, usually I write like only 2,000 or even 1,000 wow…looong, see how much I planned for hogsmeade? Its very important yessss….i realized that as I type, the number of words are getting longer…type type type type 3,139, 3,140, 3141, 3142……
Yeah I think im drunk on root beer today. I blab a lot. Especially when im in a funny mood. I hope none of yall will stop reading because of my…er…weirdness. And I have also decided to stop naming you guys all the time…I always forget someone and I don't want them to feel bad. So instead, ima blab nonsense to you guys whom I love very much. I really hope you guys still review even though I seem a bit drunk right now, cuz believe me Im not drunk. Im as clear as the sky, when its clear……………hehehehhee I feel sorry for those who read all this…because its really a waste of time. Oh, I crack myself up…but really im not drunk. But I love those more who read all of this! HEAR ME? I LOVE YOU!
BUT I LOVE YOU ALL! I LOVE YOU MOM! O I don't think she will see this…I hope not, or else she might sent me to a shrink.
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Lonely fish.
P.s. DON'T DO DRUGS AND STAY IN SCHOOL, WELL UNLESS YOU'ER LIKE 30, CUZ IF YOU 30 AND YOUR STILL IN SCHOOL THEN…THEN…DON'T DO DRUGS. CUZ THEY BAAAAAAAAD.