"Chamber of Her Secrets"
Chapter 2: Mediterreanean Ave
Author's Note: This is a rewrite of the old verson. In response to reviewers:
mj2bj1txca - I decided to rewrite it because I feel that I have become a better writer and the plot was a bit lame... lol yep.
"Deck the halls with bells of holly, fa la la la la laa la la la la," sang Ginny. There was only a month till Christmas and Ginny had been caught in the holiday craziness. "Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la la la la la." Ginny didn't know why she was jolly, as she had her first detention with Malfoy tonight, but the only person who could hate Christmas was Scrooge, and even he caved in at the end.
"Don we now our gay apparel - mistletoe - fa la la la la la la la la la," Ginny sang to the Fat Lady portrait. The Fat Lady grinned at her, wine glass in hand and opened the portrait for her.
She walked into the Common Room and grinned brightly. The House-Elves had really outdone themselves this year. Wreaths had been hung all around, there was a twinkling, vastly decorated Christmas tree near the tables, and mistletoe had been hung all about the castle.
And Ginny had just gotten caught in one. She glanced at the boy in front of her - a fourth year - and shrugged. This mistletoe had weird rules to them. You couldn't kiss anyone two years below you besides on the cheek. Anyone your age or older unless by 2 years, you had to kiss on the lips. Ginny leaned down and kissed the boy on the cheek, who blushed madly and ran away.
"What the hell?" bellowed Ron, who was slouching in the couch next to Hermione. "What was that, Ginny?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Exactly what it looked like, Ronald."
"Honestly, Ron," Hermione huffed. Ginny felt bad for Hermione. She could easily see that Hermione longed to be stuck underneath the mistletoe with Ron, but he seemed to avoid it whenever she was near.
"You kissed him!" said Ron, ears brightening.
"Yes, Ron, I'm madly in love with that fourth year, whom I don't even know his name. That's why I kissed him! Not because of the mistletoe; never because of the mistletoe! Because I have a thing for younger blokes!" shrieked Ginny.
Ron's cheeks turned red as Hermione reprimanded him. "Really, Ron, it's just the mistletoe. Ginny doesn't want to kiss anyone."
"She better not," muttered Ron under his breath.
Ginny rolled her eyes. Her good Christmasy mood had vanished when Ron had started his tirade. He was so protective of her - he couldn't even take her kissing a fourth year... on the cheek! He's just looking after me, she thought.
"Shut up, dear brother, and tell me what you'd like for Christmas," Ginny said, sitting down in the opposing arm chair. "You too, Hermione."
"You don't have to get me anything," started Hermione, but Ron cut her off.
"Well, there is that new broomstick servicing kitin Quality Quidditch Supplies that I saw," said Ron. "And I do need some Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks so Harry and me can prank the Slytherins, but I also need..."
Ginny stared at Ron. "I'll keep those in mind, Ronnikins," - Ron spluttered at the nickname. - "but for now, I must go to my de- study group for Potions." She didn't want Ron to know she had to serve a detention with Malfoy - he'd flip out even more and kill Malfoy. Maybe that's not a bad idea... Ginny mused.
Shaking her head, Ginny stood up. "Oh, wait, Ron, want a pastry? I knicked it from the Kitchens," she grabbed the pastry Fred and George had given her yesterday from her pocket and opened the baggie it was in.
"Chocolate?" asked Ron.
"Your favorite," winked Ginny.
Ron grabbed the tart from her hand and shoved it into his mouth. "'fanks Gin," he said through a mouthful.
"You'reee welcome," said Ginny. She rocked back and forth as she waited for something to happen. Hermione gave her an odd look but Ginny just smiled at her. Her smile became a laugh as Ron's hair slowly began turning magenta. Ron's confused face was her cue to leave. "Bye Ron! Bye Hermione!" And she sprinted out of the Common Room laughing, hearing Ron's screams from the distance.
Ginny was still in good spirits when she arrived at the Infirmary, where she was serving her detention. She opened the door wide and walked in. It was deserted. Thelamps weren't litand no one was here.
"Hello?" she said loudly.
"You're late," said a voice icily. Ginny turned around, glare already set on her face, and made at face at Draco.
"Not according to my watch," she said, checking it. "8 o'clock on the dot."
"Considering what you probably paid for it, it's most likely busted," Draco retorted. He lita few lamps with his wand."Give me your wand."
Ginny huffed and rummaged through her robe pockets. She pulled out her long, thin wand and shoved it at him. "Be careful with it."
Draco smirked and shoved it in his pocket. He pointed to the pile of bedpans, sink, scrub, and soap next to him. "Get to work."
"There must be atleast three hundred of those things!" gaped Ginny.
"And you have three detentions to do them all. And if you don't, I can certainly give you more so you can finish them," replied Draco.
Ginny glared at him, walking towards a bed. She unbuttoned her robes and laid them on the pure white sheets, leaving herself in only a pair of Muggle jeans and a worn green cableknit sweater. She stalked over to the bedpans and, making as much noise as possible, started working on them.
Draco sat in a chair, watching her as she worked. She felt his gaze on her and the hairs of her neck raised. Goosebumps popped up from her skin and before long, Ginny had gotten so flustered that she had dropped the scrub on the floor.
Sighing dramatically, Ginny bent down to grab the scrub. She didn't seem to notice, but she was giving the Slytherin boy a nice view of her butt.
A very nice view, thought Draco. He couldn't help it. He was a seventeen year old boy with hormones and needs. One didn't get the opportunity to stare at a girl's nice arse every day. He watched as she retrieved herself and started scrubbing the pans again.
The sweater makes her chest look a bit bigger, noted Draco. It's still not very big, but... there had to be some reason why that Corner in Ravenclaw would go out with her... and Thomas in Gryffindor... and Potter. Potter, Potter, Potter.
He was shaken from his thoughts as the scrub Ginny was just holding flew across the room and hit him squarely in the head.
"Maybe that will teach you it's not polite to stare," said Ginny sweetly.
He stared at her in shock but quickly regained himself. "Excuse me, Weasley? I was not staring. I have better manners than you anyway, you being brought up in that hovel you call a home."
Ginny grabbed the other scrub in the sink and chucked it at him. This time though, Draco was expecting it and he easily caught the scrub before it would smack him in the head.
He does have good reflexes, Ginny thought."You are such an arse!" she shrieked, running her fingers through her hair. She only realized she had soap on her hands after she had wiped it in her hair. Ginny began to grumble as Malfoy openly sneered at her.
"You're a dirt poor blood traitor who has no common sense, proven by the fact that you just wiped soap in your hair." replied Draco.
Ginny glared at him. All right, it was a stupid thing to do, running soap through her hair. "I hate you. Give me back my scrub now."
"No," replied Malfoy.
"What?"
"You threw it at me. I'm not just going to give it to you so you can chuck it again," he said.
"If I had my wand, Malfoy..." said Ginny, glaring at him.
"Is that a threat?" Draco chuckled. "You'd want? Duel me? You're fooling yourself, Weasel, you could never win a duel against me."
"I could so!" yelled Ginny defiantly. "I was raised by six brothers, Malfoy, I know how to fight! I could win a duel against you any day!"
"Okay then," said Malfoy. "Let's have a duel."
"Okay!" yelled Ginny. Then, she faltered. "What?"
"Let me put this in plain English, Weasley, so that your tiny brain can hopefully comprehend it," started Draco. "You and me are going to have a duel so that you can prove that you can beat me in a duel."
"W-what?" repeated Ginny.
"Tomorrow? Your place," stated Draco.
"My place?" said Ginny.
"The Chamber," Draco said, as if it was obvious. "Detention's over for today. Sod off, Weasley. Get back to your Common Room before I have to give you another detention."
Ginny gaped at him and shook her head. "I- I don't..." She stopped herself. She didn't want to duel Malfoy, but she had to. She couldn't back down. She had said she could beat him, and she would! "Whatever, Malfoy." She started towards the door and then turned back. "I'll need my wand," she said.
He took her wand out of his pocket and shoved it at her. He opened the door and, when Ginny tried to step through, thinking he was holding the door open for her, he went first and the door closed in Ginny's face. He chuckled as he heard her muffled scream and walked away.
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