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KieshaDelela: I'm glad that you're jealous of my writing (I think). I'm actually starting 7th grade. Our school system is messed up, too, so I had to wait 6 friggin years before I could leave elementary school, and you have no idea how happy I am (maybe you do). At my old school, the school system was fine, like kindergarten through 5th grade, then 6th through 8th, then 9th through 12th. I left that school in third grade, so yeah. I sometimes think of ideas late at night when I can't sleep, but then I forget it the next day, too. It kinda sux. Thanks for reading and reviewing my story. It makes me happy to know people like it.
Chapter Fourteen
"I've got to go after him," Hermione said, standing up. Draco let her go.
Hermione rushed out to the more commonly used parts of the library, and searched for Seamus, but he seemed to have already left. She thought about going back to the common room, and check there, but Ginny might start asking questions.
Hermione walked back to her little hideaway, and plopped on the seat next to Draco.
"Did you find Finnigan?" he asked.
"No," she said. "I just hope he doesn't tell Ron or Harry. They would blow a fuse. I'm not sure who they would hurt more, me or you."
"I think they would hurt me more," Draco said, "although they wouldn't be too happy with you." Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione, and she snuggled up against him.
"I really shouldn't be doing this," she mumbled.
"What was that?" he asked.
Hermione looked up at Draco. "I really shouldn't be doing-"
But, like before, Hermione didn't get to finish her sentence, for Draco's lips covered Hermione's lips, hushing her.
Hermione leaned backwards until she was laying on her back, pulling Draco along with her. Draco moved down to her neck, and began sucking playfully on one place, then another, then another, making Hermione very antsy. She pulled him up to her lips, then flicked her tongue against his lips, asking for permission. Draco smirked, but let her in.
The two had a tongue battle for a little bit, searching each other's mouths. They didn't notice the bookshelves slowly transforming into walls.
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Seamus slowly walked back to the Gryffindor Tower, trying to control his anger. He entered through the portrait, glanced at the few people still awake, then huffed up the stairs. He was making so much noise, that Ginny looked up.
"Hey, Seamus," she said. "Don't you have a date with Hermione?"
"She has a date with someone else," he mumbled. Ginny, because she was worried about Hermione's safety, followed him up the stairs.
"Who does she have a date with?" Ginny asked, walking into the boys dormitory.
"You're not suppose be in here," Seamus said, falling back on his bed.
"Yeah, like that's ever stopped me before," Ginny said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Now, Hermione is my best friend, and I care about her safety. Where is she?"
Seamus sighed. "I saw her locking lips with Malfoy." Seamus said Draco's name like it was a pile of poop.
Ginny put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, my gosh, Seamus, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," Seamus said. "It's not like I've never been rejected before."
Ginny smacked him across the head. "Now, is that the attitude that is gonna get Hermione to fall for you?"
"What are you talking about?" Seamus asked, sitting up so he was eye level with Ginny. "She doesn't want me, she wants that slimy git. I think today's events already confirmed that."
"Well, maybe you need to prove to her that you won't take no for an answer." Ginny's wheels were already spinning. "I mean, Malfoy isn't exactly the nicest person in the world. You need to prove to her that you are twice as much of a man that he is."
"Oh? And how am I suppose to do that?" he asked.
Ginny smiled. "Does the word 'makeover ' mean anything to you? Well, more of a 'make-better'."
"Oh, no," Seamus said, backing up. "No way am I letting you make me look like some girl. I want Hermione to like me, not be afraid of me."
"Duh," Ginny said. "I'm gonna make you look hot, in a good way. What do you say?"
Seamus thought about this for a second. This may be the only way to win her, he thought. "All right, I give in."
"Perfect," Ginny said. "Let's get started."
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"Ouch."
"Hush."
"Ouch!"
"Hush!"
"OUCH!"
"Shut up!"
It was an hour later, and Ginny was plucking Seamus' eyebrows, and he wasn't liking it.
"Do you have to pull so hard?" he asked, rubbing the red spot between his eyebrows.
"Well," she said, plucking a stray hair, "if you'd stop moving around so much, it wouldn't hurt." She plucked one more hair, then smirked. "All done."
"Thank God," Seamus said.
"Whatever," Ginny said. "You look like a total stud, and when Hermione falls to your knees, I except a better thank you."
Seamus stood up and walked over to the full length mirror that was on the back of the bathroom door, and gasped. His normally long, unruly brown hair was cute to his ears, and hung loosely. His eyebrows were well trimmed, and Ginny had covered up any inadmissible blemishes. He was wearing a solid, dark blue shirt that showed off his muscles (the kind Jess Mariano wears on Gilmore Girls), and blue, slightly baggy jeans, with white Doc Martins (I know these are like so not for Hogwarts, but they are like the only type of guy shoes that I know of).
"Told you," Ginny said, softly.
Seamus turned around, and, beaming, enveloped Ginny into a bone crushing hug. "Thanks a bunch, Gin," he said.
"Yeah, well, don't let it go to waste," Ginny said. "You are wearing a red shirt tomorrow, and khakis. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," Seamus said, standing up straighter, and saluting.
Ginny smacked his stomach. "Ha, ha, you're so funny."
Seamus yawned. "I'm gonna go to bed. Later."
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Back in the library, Hermione was now on top of Draco, who was twirling her hair.
"If someone catches us," Hermione said between kisses, "we would be in so much trouble."
Draco smirked, then looked at his watch. "Holy shit," he said under his breath.
"What?" Hermione asked, sitting up.
"It's three in the morning," Draco said, also sitting up. That is when they noticed the room.
The bookshelves had transformed into walls, with a few spare books here and there. All of the couches except for the green one were gone, replaced with a king-sized bed, done up in red and green. The fire still burned long and hard, but a small wood table and matching, rickety chairs sat in the corner. A white curtain covered a toilet, and a shower was next to it, it's glass flawed, so you couldn't see the person inside. The walls were decorated with pictures, but none of which were moving. A single light brightened up the room, and one window was against the wall above the fire place.
"Where the hell are we!" Draco cried. (A/N: I thought about leaving it here, but you guys wanted a longer chapter, so I'm gonna keep going).
"I have no idea," Hermione said. She stood up, and walked over to one of the walls, and began running her hands up and the down the wall.
"What are you doing, Hermione?" Draco asked, rubbing his eyes.
"I'm trying to find a way out of here," Hermione said. "Maybe the door is still here, but it's just invisible."
Draco sighed, but stood up and helped her look.
"If I didn't know any better," Draco said, "I would think you wanted to get away from me."
"Well, I don't really want to be stuck in here," Hermione said. "Do you?"
"No," Draco said, "but if we are stuck together, I won't feel so bad."
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Around 11 o'clock, Harry met up with Pansy in the library.
"Hi," she said, shyly.
"Hi," he said, just as shyly.
They found a table rather hidden, and began talking. They talked about books they had recently read, Quidditch, N.E.W.T.s, teachers, annoying school projects, grades, pretty much nothing.
"I really like talking to you, Harry," Pansy said.
"I like talking to you, too," Harry said.
"And that is why I must tell you something." Pansy took a deep breath. "Remember when you found me crying, and I said that I was crying 'cause my friend and I got into a fight?" Harry nodded, so Pansy continued. "Well, I kinda lied. I was really crying for a stupid reason." Pansy sighed. "Have you ever liked someone, but that person likes someone else, but you don't realize it until they start going out, or something?" Pansy was thinking of Draco and Hermione.
Harry nodded. He was thinking of Cho Chang and Cedric.
"And did you feel like you just wanted to…" Pansy was at a loss for words.
"Scream?" Harry offered.
"Exactly," Pansy said. "That's why I was crying. I'm sorry I lied."
"Hey, it's okay," Harry said, boldly putting his hand on her knee. "I'm sure we've all lied before."
"Well, I know you have," she teased.
Pansy looked up at that moment, and saw Harry's eyes, filled with love and care and passion. Harry quickly made a decision, and, before he could stop himself, leaned in, and kissed her.
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Ginny was sitting on her bed, at about midnight, in a dormitory filled with snoring girls, flipping through a magazine, when she heard a faint tapping on the window. The tapping stopped, and Ginny thought she was hallucinating, but then it started again. Ginny walked over to the window, and saw a figure floating in mid-air. She opened the window, and leaned out, and the figure became clearer.
"Hello," Viktor said, floating up so he was eye level with Ginny.
"Hi," Ginny said, looking first at the broom he was sitting on, then the rocks in his hands. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing," he said. "Just wanted to see if you wanted to come for a ride."
Ginny thought about it for a second. She really should be going to bed, because she had class early the next morning. Screw it, she thought, then nodded. "I loved to."
"Great," Viktor said. He flew closer to Ginny, and scooted back. Ginny climbed through the window until she was sitting on the ledge, then slid her left leg over the broom. Once she was properly on the broom, Viktor snuggled up closer to her, put his hands on the broom, whispered, "Hold on," into her ear, making a shiver run down Ginny's spin, then shot off into the dark night.
Viktor soared around Hogwarts, above the lake, near the forest, and very close to the ground. Ginny snuggled up closer to him, and breathed in his earthy scent. She closed her eyes, and let the cold night air wash over her.
She opened her eyes, and saw the forest surrounding her. "Where are we going, Viktor?" she asked.
"It's a surprise," he whispered.
Ginny smiled and closed her eyes, and let him lead the way.
When she opened her eyes, and gasped. Viktor had led them to a cliff, across from a magnificent waterfall, like a sheet of ice, that fell into a pool of water. Flowers adorned the rocks around the waterfall, and the moon reflected itself on the water.
Viktor lowered the broom so it hovered about a foot off of the ground, and hopped onto the ground. He held out his hand, and helped Ginny down.
"How did you find it?" she said, breathlessly.
Viktor smiled. "When you're sitting in Dumbledore's office, with nothing to do, flying helps."
"But how did you discover this?" Ginny asked, spreading her hands out to the waterfall. "Don't you know that you're not really suppose to go into the forest?"
"I figured I could take out anything that attacked me," Viktor said. "I got in far enough, and found this place."
"It's beautiful," Ginny practically whispered, and looked up at Viktor.
"So are you," he whispered, then leaned in and kissed her.
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I'm gonna end it here, cuz I can't think of anything else. I wanna thank all of my wonderful reviewers, and hope that you keep on reviewing. Please give me all of the ideas you can think of, cuz I need oh, so many. Thanks!