Chapter Sixteen: No One's Perfect
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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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"YOU ARE A MAN!"
Ginny screamed again, though this time much louder than one before as the truth sunk in deeper in to her brain and she scrambled out of the pool sized tub, wrapping her bath robe tightly around her. She stared at the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in horror and backed away slowly. Miss Vicky broke into a nervous laughter as she pulled her towel up to her newly discovered er…male organ.
"Well, ohohohoho! Oh poo, the cat is outta the bag! Hehehehehehehe yesss I guess I am a man."
"BUT Y- YOU FLIRTED WITH MY CLASSMATES! AND JUST THE OTHER DAY I SAW YOU KISSING PROFESSOR VICTOR!" Ginny screamed as she pointed an accusing finger at Miss Vicky.
"You can't blame me dear! Women are just icky. I prefer the sexy macho-ness of a man. You agree with me don't you? You and that Malfoy boy seems pretty close, but if you don't want him, I ca-"
"THAT IS NOT THE POINT! DO YOU SEE ME WITH A- A BLOODY…ARRRGH! YOU ARE A BLOODY MAN DAMN IT!"
"Hey missy, no one's perfect!" Miss Vicky snapped angrily.
Ginny stared at the crossed looking cross dresser (a/n haha I made a funny) and shivered. "It's none of my business, I'm leaving this madness." Ginny made towards the door but was blocked by Miss Vicky. The professor grinned evilly and pulled out her wand. Ginny's eyes widened as she realized what was going on and fumbled her robes for hers but couldn't find it.
"And to think I was going to shave my legs today…Oh well, I'm sorry Miss Weasley, but I will have to modify your memory a bit…you see, I can't have you walking around telling everyone my little secret can I?"
Miss Vicky raised her wand.
Ginny opened her mouth to argue but an invisible force pushed her to the ground and Ginny heard a heavy thud as her world blackened.
"Oh dear…" Miss Vicky mumbled to herself as she saw the unconscious body of Ginny Weasley lying on the marble tiles of the bathroom floor. "That wasn't suppose to happen…" she frowned as she shook her wand furiously as if that would make it better. Sighing when the effect didn't happen, Miss Vicky looked down upon the limp body.
"Where should I put you…hmmmmm…"
She spotted the towel cupboard. Smiling wickedly, Miss Vicky bent over Ginny, ready to pick up Ginny and stash the lifeless girl into the closet. But to Ginny's luck, distant footsteps were heard echoing down the hall into the bath chamber. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's face fell, grabbing her razor and strawberry scented shaving cream, she tore out of the bathroom, leaving Ginny alone, still out of it.
"Hey! Hey Weasley! Wake up!"
A distant voice called towards her. She can't make it out. She found it rather pleasant and comforting.
What happened…?
Suddenly Ginny's eyes snapped opened. She bolted up from her sleeping position and for the second time, collided her head with something hard.
"Ouch!" the voice called out. "Jeez, is it me, or did your head get harder."
"Malfoy?" Ginny said, dazed. "What are you doing here?" she smiled stupidly and gazed up at concerned looking Slytherin.
"Well, I was going to take a bath, but I found you, lying there." Draco Malfoy said irritably "Why were you sleeping on the floor huh?"
"I was not sl-" Ginny retorted but stopped in mid sentence. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes grew wide, and she remember what she saw before everything went dark.
"Are you ok? Did you hit your head too hard? Wow, I thought I'd never see the day."
"No! I- I…nothing." Ginny quickly said, her facing burning brighter than ever. "I got to go."
Ginny got up to leave, shivering not because that she was only in a bathrobe, but because of the disturbing secret of Miss Vicky.
Draco caught her hand.
"Did someone do something to you?" he asked. His ice like eyes seemed to blaze up with dark fire. It took Ginny awhile to realize what he meant. And when she did comprehend his meaning, her face got brighter and she shook her head furiously.
"I- I- have to go." Ginny said. She was on the verge of puking as the image of Miss Vicky in her all butt naked glory became clearer. Pulling her hand away from Draco's clutch, she darted out the room with her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were going crossed as the unsettling picture played across her mind over and over again. Apparently, Miss Vicky's memory charm didn't work quite well. How disappointing, Ginny can never take another step into that bathroom ever again.
Draco Malfoy punched the white marble walls angrily. The wall cracked under the impact of his fist. Bits and pieces of snow white stones crumbled from under Draco's hand and the wall was left with a large indentation. But it healed itself and the surface was once smooth and flawless again. Draco's hand, however, didn't heal by itself. Ruby drops of blood dripped from his knuckles and down his elbow. The Slytherin never took notice. Flinging his robes angrily across the floor, he dived into the large pool in the bathroom.
Why would she run away from me? Why? What happened to her? If anybody did anything to her I swear I'll …
His blood boiled as he ran out of breath and he rose to the surface. A familiar pearly figure greeted him at the edge of the pool.
"Hello Draco." The ghost of Moaning Myrtle said shyly as the blonde boy climbed out of the tub.
"Hi Myrtle." Draco said glumly but smiled at the sad ghost nonetheless.
"I haven't seen you in awhile. Are you like that Potter boy? Never coming to see me again?" she asked hurtfully as she floated to sit on the biggest faucet on the edge of the pool.
"Don't campare me to Harry Potter, I am not like him at all." Draco said angrily but added softly when he saw the hurt expression on Myrtle's face deepen. "I'm sorry."
Myrtle, the ghost that constantly flooded the girl's bathroom on the 2nd floor was the only one Draco had ever apologized to and meant it while he was doing it. Myrtle was like his only friend, which Draco treasured greatly. She was a person he could share his hatred, his hurt, his desires. And in return she poured out her feelings and thoughts to him about being dead.
"You're forgiven Draco Malfoy." Myrtle said quietly.
Draco pulled on a pair of green and silver checkered boxers and sat down across from ghost girl.
"Is something the matter Draco?" the ghost asked after a few minutes of silence.
"I- I think I'm in love…" Draco whispered with horror and dread all over his face.
Immediately Moaning Myrtle's face flushed sliver. She flew towards Draco and started to circle him excitedly.
"This is so soon! I mean, I wasn't even prepared! Oh but I can't love you back Draco! I'm already dead! Oh the agony of looove!"
Draco chuckled and said reluctantly, "Myrtle, I only see you as a…friend."
"Oh…" the ghost settled down instantly, though there was still a bit of happiness in her face to be noted as a friend. Draco thought that Myrtle actually looked kind of pretty when she smiled.
"So who is it?"
"Ginny Weasley."
The ghost gasped. Her eyes widened with dismay.
"No! You can't love her Draco! She will kill you! I saw her jinx a boy for offering to hold her books! She's like a mad woman! Not like normal girls at all! Why, if some boy asked me if he could carry my books I'd be extremely delighted! I wouldn't jinx them! No!" Myrtle screeched in horror.
"But… I think that is why I love her."
"Stupid, stooooopid boy!"
"No one's perfect."
Myrtle sighed and looked over at Draco curiously.
"Does she like you back?"
The Slytherin gritted his teeth.
"No." he answered bitterly.
"Then you better make her quick. I have heard talks in the girl's room. Someone figures that Harry Potter loves her too. But just never told her…and I've always thought he fancied me…what a fool I am…"
Draco ruffled his wet hair angrily.
Potter again…blasted bastard.
"But I think you have a pretty good chance Draco." Myrtle continued thoughtfully.
"Why is that?" he asked with his eyebrows raised.
"I heard Ginny Weasley cursing you in the girls bathroom. She never cussed at Potter." Myrtle said happily.
The blonde Slytherin frowned and said with a sarcastic snort, "That is great. How much that expresses her love for me."
"No idiot boy! Girls always mean the exact opposite of what they say!" the ghost wailed.
"Then all girls must be liars." Draco said dryly, though he couldn't help but feel a pleasant fluttering in his stomach.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes."
Ron looked over at her sister warily but after a satisfied examination, he returned to his breakfast. Ginny sighed inwardly with relief. She was however not fine at all. Every time she closed her eyes, the unnerving image of Miss Vicky would cross her mind.
Looking around at the staff table, Ginny made sure she saw no Miss Vicky; she carefully picked up her fork.
A hand with shiny red fingernails dug into the flesh of her shoulder. Ginny whimpered and turned around.
"Hullo Miss Weasley. I trust that you are well." Thewoman/man (whatever one)said menacingly.
"Uh…yes." Ginny answered, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Did you happen to see my half empty shampoo bottle in the prefect's bathroom yesterday?" Miss Vicky asked carefully. Knowing thatthe teacherwanted to know if she had lost her memory or not, Ginny lied.
"I really can't remember…Actually, I can't remember anything from yesterday at all. I'm sorry Miss Vicky."
"Oh, oh don't worry your cute little red head then..." Miss Vicky said and smiled dangerously. "Well, good luck on your Quidditch game today." She added to Ron and strode away. Ron blushed furiously and smiled through his mouthful of eggs.
Ginny's stomach turned. She had forgotten about the match with Slytherin that day. How can she fly at a rate like this? Her mind is scrambled like the egg in her brother's mouth. She can't remember the tactics that Harry had went over with them the other day. Her eyelids were so heavy but every time she let them drop, the horror she saw behind them just made her feel even more sick and perhaps even a bit scared. Ginny Weasley's mind is malfunctioning.
"Are you sure your fine?" Ron asked again.
"Yes Ron! Shut up!" Ginny snapped.
"But…but you're foaming at the mouth…" Ron argued.
Ginny wiped the corner of her mouth with embarrassment and stood up to be by herself.
A handtook her wrists gently.
"Can you play today Gin?" Harry asked concernedly.
"Of course I can play!" Ginny answered with a weak smile. But truthfully, she really wasn't sure.
A/N: First thing I would like to say is that : HA! ONLY ONE REVIEWER GUESSED WHO THE MAN WAS RIGHT! ALL OF YOU THOUGHT IT WAS DRACO! This just shows that I, the master of pickled flavored chips can fool all great minds. Mwahaha. Congradulations person who guessed it right. Right...er...next chapter about the quidditch match...um...er...uh... yeah...im feeling a bit slow today hehehehehehehehehe...i really didnt like this chapter much...oww i made a booboo. gonna go get a band aid.
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