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Feral Nattering of the Authoress: Tuuut! Hello there, everyone! See? Didn't take me much to update: just a couple of reviews eh! Ah! But nobody remembered to feed me ¬-¬. You should give me chocolate, you bunch of selfish brats! (sticks out tongue) Only blissfulxsin deigned to feed my starved body (sobs but huggles blissful). So you bunch of conceited, self-centred, egotistical selfish prats that keep all the chocolate and want to dominate the world can rot for all I care (glares), blissfulxsin and I can keep on living as she sends/feeds me chocolate - nn.
Sugarsugarsugarsugarsugar… Lalalaland!
Lots of looove and huggles and kisses and endearments and hugs and embraces and smooches and all those synonyms to you guys who review and keep reading my story!
Wow, and I didn't believe them when they told me that that candy had after effects OO.
Yes, I'm immature and childish, want to bitch fight?
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Draco swallowed hard.
Zabini was just laying there, his long fingers guiding the rapidly melting ice cube all over his neck and chest, moaning and seemingly enjoying it, while his other hand clutched the expensive leather of the futon he was lying on and Draco was just there.
What the hell was he supposed to do anyway? It's not like he would be able to survive this without psychological scarring. So he just sat there, completely repulsed, but somehow strangely engrossed with what Blaise was doing.
Zabini, with his midnight features and knifing eyes was technically his opposite in almost every aspect of his daily life. While Blaise had black hair, he was a platinum blond. And while Zabini had impossibly green eyes, he had impenetrable eyes of steel. And while Draco had made his sexuality very clear, the name Blaise Zabini was still clogged with doubts about his. They were so different, so opposite to each other, that they were strangely the same. And so, as Draco watched Zabini turning himself on with an ice cube, he found he looked hot.
And that sounded so bent, but people tended to take some statements in the wrong fashion. Because Draco's reasoning worked like this: If Zabini looked hot doing what he was doing, and they were so opposites that they were extremely alike, that meant that Draco would also look hot doing that… Bloody brilliant.
The Cheshire grin that spread over his features made Blaise stop dead.
"Now what, Malfoy?" he asked with a groan, as the ice cube had melted completely already.
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Ginny heaved a tremendous sigh as she closed her laptop.
Incredible things those muggles came up with!
She positively loved making Gloria struggle. That witch being a bitch (could it be the other way around?) barely even knew what a computer meant, least of all what internet was, and so she sent all her articles muggle way. It had been so hilarious to see her lugging a crate that contained her precious computer and even more uproarious still seeing her trying to use it without electricity.
And now, now she had another article to send via e-mail to the headquarters of Witch Weekly and if she hurried, she would be able to see her trying once again, unsuccessfully, to turn on her computer. And then, then she would call 'Annie, Vicky, Gina, whatever' to turn it on for her. And then she would be there, reading her own column, under another completely different identity.
Draco Malfoy.
Damn it, she had mélanged Blaise into this, and somehow, now, on clearer thoughts, it didn't seem such a good thought… Sometimes she found herself thinking if it was even worth it, toppling Draco Malfoy's career as the richest wizarding CEO just because…
Just because.
She opened her cell phone, speed dialling on three.
"Hello? Yes! It's me dear…"
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Ginny walked with her bowed, her pace swift. She had managed to dial DeMerina and set her up for a butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks after work, but she really wasn't up to it. She had just dialled because she was feeling alone.
Yet again.
Not that she would ever admit that out loud to her.
But it was not like she needed to mention it. DeMerina was a shrewd person, being a Slytherin her intuition was innate, and she didn't need but a sigh to clue her in to Ginny's current mood state. But Ginny had been surrounded by Slytherins most of her life, and she knew just what not to do. She had been Blaise Zabini's girlfriend, damn it, and DeMerina had actually been the first one to accept her into that sanctum circle that only Slytherin seemed to keep.
So DeMerina had stayed around.
And now, more than ever, she needed her company at least. Because she was the only one, besides the twins, that knew what the hell was really going on in Ginevra's head.
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"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't care?" Ginny cringed as Gloria roared in her ear. "I told you to have a bloody article ready for today! I'm quite sure that even you could understand that command. I sure as hell know that you are capable of doing that. May be rather mediocre at the job, but you still write and that would've been enough! It would've passed through me, and I would've improved it, damn it!" Ginny had her mouth open ready to protest in indignation, but it seemed that 'Chief Gloria' wasn't about to let her interrupt her cute little rant. "But now? Now we've got shit! Oh yes, we just let a flaming opportunity pass right beneath our goddamned noses, and it's your entire fault. Now? Now even the Quibbler will be able to bloody outsell us! The Quibbler!" Gloria seemed offended at the mere thought as her eyes widened with that realization, fuelling her outburst to be a bit louder. "Oh sweet Circe, have mercy! WHY? AH! Because this incompetent journalist wasn't bloody able to do her job, as she refused to go and interview Malfoy himself because she is a journalist, oh fucking boo-boo! We will soon be flooded with more red numbers than we can cope with, quoting the seemingly Seer Draco Malfoy, because witches and wizards don't want to read a magazine that is not up to date in the magical world. And do you know what? Once again, it's your entire fault. And do you know what again?"
It seemed that 'Chief Gloria' was expecting an answer.
Internally rolling her eyes, Ginny answered with a dripping sweet, "What?"
"You should be bloody GRATEFUL that I just got off the phone with my friend LG and she told me that she had just seriously covered our bases on that matter and that I shouldn't worry for the magazine, because she had everything in her hands, and she would handle every single little thing for me. You should well be bloody GRATEFUL," she repeated.
"Oh yeah?" Ginny asked, her right eyebrow quirking up as an amused smile lit up in her face.
"YES!" Gloria roared as she noticed the gall of the amateur witch.
"And just how much did 'your friend LG' charge you 'for handling every little single thing for you', eh?" Gloria's eyes immediately narrowed, and Ginny found her inner self cackling with delight.
"You're fired."
"WHAT?"
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Feral Nattering of the Authoress: (cackles) I'm loving myself right now, because, once again, I realized that I have the absolute reigns in this story, and that I can do with it whatever I WANT! Isn't it wonderful?
Yeah, so I tend to forget that at times, what about it?
Ok, drifting off topic right now. I want to tell you, you guys that I may stop posting for at least a week…
Why?
Oooh…you want to know? Well, I'm going off camping with my friends and anonymous people :P for a whole frigging week! Isn't that absolutely bloody brilliant? I finally get to enjoy something from summer! Damn, it's bloody fantastic. And about the tutoring sessions? No more…at least for this week (sigh). I'm leaving Tuesday, and today's Sunday, and you can bet I'm excited. Let's see how it all turns out, eh?
Well, seeing you poor things will be missing me for a week, go ahead and get on with it… ;)
Love always and 4eva,
ºGyn