Where the hell WAS Ginny anyways?
In moaning myrtle's bathroom, brewing the most complicated potion she had ever brewed, with the most insufferable brat she knew, - who wasn't called Ron Weasely – Draco Malfoy.
How did she end up in this situation? Yeah? That's a long story. Better start explaining I guess.
It was midnight, and Ginny couldn't sleep for grief. She'd tossed and turned, and woken up Lavender on already two occasions by her snivelling, although she insisted she was fine, just had a cold, it was obvious she didn't believe her.
By the time Lavender had managed to fall asleep again, Ginny felt wide awake. There was nothing to do. Homework? She'd need the library for that. Read? Again, no, she'd read them all already a million times. I guess the only thing left to do that didn't seem extremely boring would be exploring the castle.
And with that idea in mind, she slipped out of the dormitory, down to the prefect-less common room, and out of the portrait of the fat lady, who seemed thoroughly irritated to be woken up at that hour, but let her pass anyway.
Where to go now? Ginny wondered. The room of requirement? But what do I need it for? After a minute of debating with herself weather she should just go back to bed and flip through the pages of witch weekly or go and wake Hermione up and sob some more, she decided the perfect solution would be the kitchens.
Nothing helps me more than a nice hot cup of cocoa, Charlie used to say. It was his magic recipe. Whenever Ginny felt down, she would knock on Charlie's door, and he'd always be there for her, whether he was sleeping or in the middle of studying for his O.WL.S, she always came first. She could talk to him about anything, and at any time, and for that, she felt eternally grateful.
He was the one who'd cure her head aches, and the one who stayed by her side and made sure she was okay when she had the flu. He was the one who let her sob onto his shoulder, and the one who she could always talk to. He was her motherly figure, only then he was her brother.
Ginny smiled as she descended the steps to the kitchens, her shadow casting spooky images on the cold stone walls. She missed Charlie.
Absentmindedly, she tickled the pear, and watched as it giggled, until she was clambering into the still lit kitchens. To her amazement, all the house elves were up, and – she rubbed here eyes forcefully – playing something that looked a lot like poker.
The minute the door sealed itself again, all the house elves turned to look at her, guilt written on their faces. Ginny looked at them. She couldn't have been more surprised if she'd found professor Snape in here wearing nothing but a bunny suit and dancing the Macarena. She stood there, aware that all the house elves were frozen in a horrified position, all looking at her terrified, as if she was a bomb that was just about to explode.
"Um…" she said, glancing around at the sea of elves, all of whom were holding playing cards, "hi. Is Dobby here?"
The house elves sprung to life again, making haste to clear up their cards quickly, and start mopping the already sparkling floor.
"No! No, don't stop playing whatever you are playing on my account! It's my fault! I didn't mean to barge in on you!"
The house elves all bowed low, looking flustered, and quickly pulled the playing cards out again.
"What are you guys doing anyways?" She asked Dobby quietly, so that only he could hear.
"We was just playing poker miss! We was finding it difficult to decide what to make for breakfast since it is not a feast tomorrow, and we couldn't decide miss. Dobby is very sorry for –"
"Could I join in?"
Dobby ogled up at her. "Miss… misses would like to… would like to play poker too?"
Ginny smiled down at him. "Yeah. Yeah, I want to play poker. But one thing first, could I have some hot cocoa please?"
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Two hours later Ginny was stumbling back through the halls, extremely happy and confident, and also slightly drunk. She had gotten the hang of poker straight away, and soon after she was beating every body, occasionally letting the odd house elf win.
Not bothering to be quiet, she trampled up the stairs in a drunken stupor. She felt as if she could just go on forever, everything seemed 10 times nicer than usual. Especially moaning myrtle's bathroom and the light coming from it.
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Ginny giggled and pushed open the door, saw Malfoy looking at her with a terrified look on his face, and promptly burst out laughing.
"What… what are you doing here? This is a girl's bathroom!"
She seemed to find this immensely funny and burst out laughing again, gasping for breath. "You… you…" she pointed at him. "Malfoy is a travestite! No… he's a child molester that's it! NO! No… what's the word? He's a herma… well, he's funny anyway," she mumbled to herself, and once again started into peels of laughter.
By that time, Malfoy must noticed she was pretty drunk. Ginny Weasely was usually a very serious person, and in this situation, she would most likely taunt him or enquire him, than call him a child rapist etc…
"Ginny. Ginny shut it before filch gets here!"
"Ginny!" Ginny yelled at him, catching him off guard. "When did I ever give you premonition to call me Ginny!
"Permission. Never. Now shut it Weasely before –"too late.
Filch was standing in the doorway, looking murderous.
"tryin' to wake the whole bloody castle up are we?"
Ginny seemed to find this funnier than ever, startling Filch, who quickly recovered, a malicious glint in his eye.
"A weeks worth of detention for both Weasely and Malfoy!" He barked. "And, oh, if only Dumbledore would let me use the shackles..."
"Oh shut up you bloody git. The only reason you gave us detention was so you could shag McGonagall while she is supposedly watching over us."
Draco froze, and shut his eyes tight, waiting for the blow. But none ever came. He opened one of his eyes tentatively, to see Filch frozen on the spot too, staring at Ginny horrified.
"D-d-don't tell an-ny one!" Filch pleaded, staring around wildly, looking positively petrified that someone might overhear them. "P-please! I won't give y-you detention!" He was looking from Ginny to Draco and back again.
Draco could tell that Ginny was trying very hard not to laugh, and he was very surprised when she managed to keep a straight face, look the pleading caretaker directly in the eye, and tell him to "please fuck off, and I wont tell anyone as long as you do as I please whenever I ask you to."
Filch sunk into a bow so deep he looked hunch backed and scuttled out of the door so hurriedly he reminded Draco forcefully of Dobby, their former house elf.
He turned to look at Ginny, who was now swaying on the spot looking sick. He took a tentative step towards her, surprised when she didn't object, only a second later to have her throw up all over his shoes.
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No freakin way. It was the only thing he could think of was he stared at the unconscious Ginny on the floor, the vomit all over his new shoes, the door in which Argus Filch had entered, only to leave terrified thanks to a student of accusing him of having an affair with his transfiguration teacher, and the strong smell of rum that was coming from the youngest Weasely member. No freakin way.
Okay, I'm really sorry that things had to turn out this way. Hopefully I will find a way to get everything back to normal. And I know this was a crap and short chapter, but blame my parents who dragged me away to this place that's like 20 minute drive away from Belgium during the weekend. Next Chapter WILL be at least 7 word pages, I SWEAR. spits between two fingers shit! I actually didspit. Gross…