Wild Card
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I have decided to update all my stories and start a new one all at the same time, so sorry that it's so late!
Chapter Two: Silver
"Hello," Draco said at Breakfast the next morning.
A grunt was all he heard in return from Ace.
"She's not really a morning person,"Harry explained to the blond.
"Like you are," Ginny grunted again.
"Well, nooo"
"What do you mean? You seem perfectly fine to me." Draco questioned.
"He got up a LONG time ago, he's past his grumpiness already," Ginny muttered gulping down steaming hot coffee.
"When?"
"I dunno. Four AM, maybe?" Harry answered while watching in amusement as Ginny ate everything in a five foot radius.
"Why doesn't Ace just wake up with you?"
Ginny dropped her fork and knife in shock, Harry's mouth was wide open, and Professor Snape, who happened to have been walking behind them at the time, walked right into a first year Hufflepuff without a scowl, they were all in shock.
"What, did I say something wrong?" Draco asked worriedly, not wanting to ruin the tentative friendship he had with Harry and Ginny.
"No, it's just..." Harry said thinking back to the first and only time he ever tried to get Ginny out of bed to run with him.
FLASHBACK:
Harry quietly tip toed into Red Eye's room in New York City, where she was for the month. He slinked over to her huge bed.
CREAK!
'DAMNIT! Stupid floorboards!' Harry thought, freezing, not wanting to have a bullet hole in his head. He saw what happened to people who startled Ginny Weasley.
When he was that it was safe, he continued his path through her bedroom to reach her bed. When he finally reached her, he sent up a silent prayer and gently prodded her... nothing happened. He tried again...nothing. He gently poked her in the stomach, before ducking down quickly, expecting a knife in his chest... still nothing. After a good half hour of poking and prodding he finally stepped back and hid far enough away that she couldn't reach him, behind a big dresser, where he'd have good cover for flying lethal objects, but enough room where he could see what she was doing. And with a flick of his wand...
SPLASH!
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Harry looked up from the dresser, unfortunately at the same time, Ginny glanced over. If looks could kill...
He spent the next three hours running for his life and climbing up huge trees to get away from all the knives. Finally they returned to her room where she collapsed into bed again.
"Now, will you train with me?" Harry pleaded for the millionth time
"NO!"
She was curled up, face down under huge amounts of blankets. He really didn't have a choice. He grabbed her ankles and pulled, like he saw in the movies all the time, intending to dump her onto the floor. Nothing happened. She had grabbed onto the headboard with all her might. Try and try as he might she would not budge. One hour later he gave up and left the room in a huff, off to find a willing sparring partner. No one saw her again until three in the afternoon.
END FLASHBACK
"Wow, seriously?" Draco asked eyes wide.
"Yep. No one has ever managed to get her up until fifteen minutes before class starts and even then, she usually sleep during class."
"Bloody Hell"
"You need a nickname" Ginny said suddenly.
"What?" Draco and Harry echoed.
"A nickname. I'm Ace, Harry's Midnight, you need a nickname."
"Like what?" Draco asked as they began walking to class.
"Hmmm. How 'bout Chaos?" Harry suggested.
"No, too cliched. Besides, it's taken."
They pondered nicknames for a good ten minutes before Ace got a brilliant idea.
"Silver!"
Harry and Draco looked at eachother and exchanged looks in silent communication.
"We like it!" they said in unison.
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