Summary: A certain cheeky house-elf slips a certain potion into the stew at supper. Soon, the entire school has put all pretenses aside, and romantic fantasies are lived and born anew as everybody gets down and dirty... teachers included. But how will Hogwarts react when the potion wears off and everyone realizes what they've been up to?
Pairings: Numerous and diverse. If you've dreamed it up, it's probably in here somewhere.
Rating: M, obviously!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people... which is unfortunate, as I reckon they would make decent slaves.
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Chapter One: Ginevra Weasley and Draco Malfoy
Ginny's first sensation upon taking a sip of her stew was, "Mmm... this is tasty stew."
Her second sensation was a sudden carelessness, almost as if she were asleep. Ginny felt as if she had not a care in the world. The asleep part passed quickly; she now felt remarkably free and uninhibited. "I can do whatever the hell I want," Ginny thought calmly. She also noticed that she no longer felt any rancor toward anybody. "All of those prejudices and pretenses are stupid, really," she mused to herself. "Why shouldn't I associate with the Slytherins and stuff?"
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Over at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy ate a spoonful of stew. "Damn, this is hot!" he remarked. Everyone laughed.
Draco groaned inwardly. His minions and their poor sense of what was funny and what was just stupid banter were starting to really piss him off.
"Look, just because I say something doesn't mean-" he began, but then he stopped as a marvelous feeling of calmness swept over him.
Predictably, the idiots around him took his break off of speech to be funny somehow, and many of them chuckled. Only Blaise Zabini, who was too refined and anyway too sexy, didn't bother. Nor did Pansy Parkinson, who seemed to have lost all interest in the conversation, as she was staring out across the Great Hall wistfully.
Draco glanced around at his companions, many of whom were now taking sips of their own stew. He looked out across the Great Hall as Pansy was doing. He instantly noticed Ginevra Weasley; she had become very hot lately. He had seen that earlier, of course; it was pretty blatant. However, it was not until this moment that he was actually able to grasp the fact that the Weaselette was hot.
"Dude, has Weaselette gotten really hot lately, or is it just me?" Draco asked Crabbe, feeling very surreal.
Crabbe stared at Draco, his mouth open slightly, his cheeks turning pink. "Uh..." he grunted. "Uh, sure..." He turned across the room to gaze at Ginny again, trying to pretend that he had only now noticed her hotness. Then he ate another spoonful of stew.
Draco was suddenly confused over why the Slytherins and the Gryffindors hated one another so much. "It's really stupid, this pre-programmed sentiment," he mused to himself. Draco looked more closely at Ginevra Weasley. Indeed, why had he ever thought it was somehow against house protocol to go and talk to somebody as sexy as she?
"I want to go and talk to Weaselette," he announced. "I feel sort of... I don't know... sort of bad over how mean we've been to her."
Blaise, who was now blowing on his stew in preparation for eating it, turned to glance at Draco. "Are you fucking serious?" he asked. "Wow. Talk about changing your character on a dime..." He then said several exclamations in French and Italian.
Draco stared at him. "Um... the French I get, but..."
Blaise smirked at Draco, and didn't say anything.
"Well, actually, I don't care what you think," Draco said.
Blaise continued to smirk at him.
Draco glared back at him, suddenly understanding Blaise's smugness.
"I do speak French! I do!" Draco shouted. "Jesus Christ, Blaise! Look at my last name: Malfoy. Mal-foy. Bad-faith. C'est en français. God, Blaise; you aren't the only one who's allowed to be bilingual!"
"Trilingual," said Blaise coolly.
"Mon dieu," Draco muttered, glancing toward the arched ceiling of the Great Hall. "Pourquoi?"
Blaise smirked. "Your accent is atrocious," he said, taking a careful sip of his stew.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "That's because my tutor never forced me to perfect it!" he cried, feeling very violated.
Blaise suddenly looked much less uptight. He was taking another sip of stew. "Whatever... cher, allez parlent avec Weaselette."
Mais oui" Draco agreed, nodding and standing up.
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Ginevra Weasley was glancing around at her schoolmates. Many of them, upon completion of their stew, were laughing and joking with one another. Some had got up and walked over to other tables. Glancing toward the teachers, Ginny saw that many of them, too, were making merry. Indeed, Professor McGonagall was now sitting on the table as she chatted to Madam Hooch.
Ginny looked over at the Slytherin table. Now that she thought about it, there were quite a lot of good-looking Slytherins whom she had never really considered romantic fodder, though she saw now that there was plenty of potential. Blaise Zabini, for one thing, was exceptionally sexy, though Ginny had heard from Hermione that he was quite the man-whore. And Draco Malfoy, well, Ginny could hardly take her eyes off of his gorgeous hair. She wondered idly what shampoo he used.
Ginny raised her eyebrows in surprise as Draco Malfoy stood up and began to walk toward the Gryffindor table. When he moved, his white-blond hair swished slightly. Ginny could never grow tired of watching it.
"What's that git doing coming over here?" she heard Ron say farther down the table.
"Hush up and eat your stew, Ronald," snapped Hermione, who had already finished hers. "Why shouldn't he come over here?"
To Ginny's immense surprise, Draco Malfoy was now coming straight toward her. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. "But then again, like Hermione said, why shouldn't he come over here?" she mused.
"Good evening, Weaselette," said Malfoy pleasantly, walking up to her. He turned to Neville, who had just begun sipping his stew. "Scoot over, Longbottom," Malfoy commanded.
Neville stared at Malfoy forlornly, but then swallowed his latest spoonful of stew and seemed to think better of it. "Um, okay," he agreed, scooting to the next place along the table. Malfoy sat down next to Ginny.
"Good evening, Malfoy," said Ginny, sounding equally pleasant. After all, she reasoned, why shouldn't she talk to him? Negative inter-house sentiment was stupid.
"Um... Weaselette... Ginevra," said Malfoy, sounding somewhat awkward. "What I came over to tell you was that... well, that I'm sorry we're so mean to you sometimes."
Ginny stared at him in shock. "Wait, what?" she said.
Malfoy shrugged. "Well... it's just that all of this inter-house antipathy seems sort of... insignificant in the broad scheme of things," he explained.
Ginny felt her jaw drop. "I was just thinking the same thing," she admitted.
Malfoy gave her a half-smirk, and Ginny blushed despite herself. He was really quite sexy.
"Anyway," Malfoy continued, "I know you might be sort of pissed off at us, but the truth is, you per se never did anything to really annoy anybody. It's that damn brother of yours, see..."
Ginny smiled slightly. "Ah, yes, him," she recalled.
Draco laughed. "See, you are actually funny! Not like my stupid housemates..."
Ginny frowned. "Um... thanks, I guess... but I thought you liked your friends."
Malfoy shrugged. "Well... lately they've become sort of annoying. I need to branch out more, I reckon. That's why I came over here, see? I was... I was hoping that you wouldn't hate me anymore, and so maybe..."
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Maybe what?"
Malfoy smirked. "Maybe we could be friends. You know, just so I have more options of people to talk to." He sighed slightly. "I don't know what's come over me lately, but I really think it was stupid to uphold of those Slytherin prejudices against Gryffindor. It severely limited my social potential."
Ginny giggled. "Likewise. I wish I had more friends; I hang out with my brother and Harry and Hermione too much."
Malfoy smirked again. "Well... I'll see you around, Ginevra," he drawled, standing up.
"See you," Ginny replied. She felt happy; she liked being on good terms with people.
"Ginny?" Ron cried, looking down the table at her. "Were you just talking to Malfoy?"
Ginny shrugged. "Well, all of this inter-house sentiment is really quite stupid, Ron," she replied huffily.
Ron took another sip of stew and smiled slightly. "I know, it really is... whatever; I suppose you can talk to the git if you want to."
Ginny smiled back at him. "I'm glad you approve, Ronald."
She stood up. "In fact, I think I'll go and talk to him a bit more."
"I'll go with you," Neville piped up.
"Ooh! Me too, Ginny!" Hermione added.
Ginny nodded. "Great. Let's go," she agreed, and the three of them made their way over to the Slytherin table.
"Hello, hello," said Ginny, plopping down next to Draco while Hermione and Neville sat down across from them.
Draco turned to smirk at her. "Oh, hello, friend," he remarked.
Ginny laughed. So did Draco's cronies.
"Finally! Finally I say something that's actually worthy of laughter!" Draco exclaimed.
Everyone laughed again.
Draco stroked his chin thoughtfully, trying to decide if his latest remark had been worthy of their laughter. He glanced down the table and saw that Blaise, whom Hermione had just introduced herself to ("I know who you are, Granger; you're in my Ancient Runes and Arithmancy classes, remember?"), was chuckling slightly. Draco figured that if Blaise was laughing, his humor had been sufficient.
He turned back to Ginny.
"Why are you so uncomfortable with your sense of humor?" she asked.
Draco shrugged. "Well, I think I've grown less funny lately. Something about being bored with life," he drawled.
Ginny smiled. "Pity. Well, I'm sure life can get more interesting," she remarked.
Draco stared at her. Was Ginny intentionally trying to be suggestive, or was she just ridiculously innocent? He needed to confer with Blaise, but Blaise was still busy talking to Hermione.
Draco decided to take the chance that Ginny was far from innocent; after all, she had been into some pretty kinky shit with that Dean Thomas a while back. At least, according to Pansy, who knew all of the latest gossip...
Draco glanced across the table at Pansy, who was laughing at something Neville Longbottom had said. Draco smirked. Yes, all of this negative inter-house sentiment was ridiculous...
Turning back to Ginny, Draco put his hand on her thigh. Ginny looked down at it and giggled. "Hitting on me, are we, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco smirked ambiguously. "Perhaps, my pet," he replied, sliding his hand up her leg.
Ginny jerked away. "Perhaps we should go somewhere a tad more private?" she suggested.
Malfoy stared at her. "Just what are you suggesting?" he barked, pretending to be indignant.
Ginny laughed. Behind her, Draco saw Neville and Pansy stand up and walk off together.
He turned his gray eyes back to Ginny's brown ones.
"I'm suggesting that we don't linger here," she replied.
Draco smirked. "Well... I don't quite fancy staying here, either, seeing as I'm finished with supper, and all..."
"Shall we go for a walk?" Ginny suggested. Glancing around, she saw that many couples were standing up and leaving the Great Hall.
Down the table, Blaise seemed to have ditched Hermione, for he had bid her farewell and headed over to a group of Ravenclaws. Hermione frowned and stood up, too. She went toward Parvati Patel, said something, and the two of them walked off toward the marble staircase leading out of the Great Hall. As they went, Parvati examined a chunk of Hermione's hair and seemed to suggest something.
Ginny turned back to Draco, who was shrugging. "Alright, then," he agreed, offering her his arm. The two made their way across the Great Hall.
Behind them, Vincent Crabbe finished his stew, stood up, and decided to join Blaise Zabini and the group of Ravenclaws. After all, he reasoned, inter-house antipathy was stupid, as was being shy when there were so many new people to meet.
Draco and Ginny strolled through the corridors of Hogwarts, arm in arm. "So, Ginevra," Draco drawled.
"Call me Ginny," she said automatically.
"Ginny," he repeated. He thought for a moment, and then added, "And call me Draco... no more of this 'Malfoy' crap."
Ginny giggled. "As you wish, Draco... though honestly, either way your name has far too much negative connotation."
Draco frowned. "I know... what were my parents thinking? At least your name means 'fair'... 'fair weasel,' but still..."
Ginny looked at him in surprise. "How ever did you know that?" she asked.
Draco smirked. "Oh, Blaise told me... we were discussing how unfortunate the names of everybody in Slytherin are, and Blaise has a whole bunch of baby name books that he uses for justification whenever people claim that 'Blaise' is a girl's name."
"Isn't it?" Ginny asked, confused.
Draco shook his head. "Apparently not. It's somewhat unfortunate in significance, though; it means 'lisp.' Or, blésez means 'lisp,' actually; that's the word his name comes from."
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "You speak French?" she asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Duh. Look at my last name. And look at my parentage: don't all of the rich little aristocrats get tutored in French?"
Ginny smiled sadly. "I wouldn't know."
Draco felt sort of guilty for always making fun of how poor her family was. However, he chose to continue with his story.
"Anyway, so one time Blaise and I were talking about... well, about how attractive you were getting, and..." Draco saw that Ginny was blushing, and he couldn't help but blush himself. "Well, anyway... he said, 'What's her real name? Virginia?' and I was like, 'Hell, no; it's Ginevra.' And Blaise was like, 'Oh, yeah, I figured her parents wouldn't give her a stupid, suggestive name like Virginia.' I asked, 'Why? What does it mean?' and he said, 'Well, "Virginia" means "virginal;" I mean, no shit... and Ginevra... well, you can double-check, but in Italian it means... well, "fair one," I guess.'" Draco turned to smile at Ginny. "And I double checked, just for the hell of it, and it does mean 'fair one.' So, Fair One... who is not chaste..."
Ginny slapped his arm lightly. "Draco!" she exclaimed.
Draco smirked. She was flirting now.
"...Let Dragon lead you to the prefects' bathroom!" Draco finished.
Ginny blushed bright red. "'Dragon?' Good God... well, alright, Draco... if you insist..."
Draco smirked. "I do," he announced, pulling Ginny into a passionate embrace.
Ginny squirmed for a moment, but then she figured, "Oh, what the hell; he is terribly sexy, after all." Thus, when Draco pressed his lips against hers, Ginny didn't mind in the least.
Then he carried her off to the prefects' bathroom. Once inside, he turned to her. Smirking, he removed his robes to reveal his jeans and t-shirt. Ginny removed hers as well, to reveal a button-down polo shirt and dark cotton skirt.
"You look far better in muggle clothes than you do in these heinous robes," Draco remarked.
"As do you," Ginny admitted, coming toward him and placing her slender hands on his chest. She could feel his heart beating through the thin polyester.
"I want you, Ginny," Draco murmured, yanking her toward him and beginning to snog her.
Soon, the two had sunk to the floor of the prefects' bathroom. Draco unbuttoned Ginny's blouse and practically ripped off her lacy white bra. Ginny retaliated by doing the same to him, though without the bra ripping part. Soon, the two were completely naked and rolling around on the soft carpet beside the huge bathtub.
"Maybe... we should... go... into the... bathtub," Draco gasped as Ginny bit him somewhere unmentionable.
Ginny grinned. "But that would... take so... long," Ginny gasped back.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Go away!" Draco shouted.
"Okay!" a muffled voice called back. It sounded familiar, though Draco wasn't sure who it was.
Draco pushed Ginny against the floor. They started shagging. Draco Malfoy, virgin indeed... Blaise would be so proud.
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Next up: Blaise (speak of the devil!) and Hermione!