I'm baaaack... :-D
In honor of me getting my computer back and it being, I do believe, the ONE MONTH anniversary of this fic...a new, extra-long update! We're talking over 2000 words here! Woohoo!
I haven't been able to reply to any reviews lately b/c of my lack of computer but I wanted to say thank you to all the readers, especially thosewho reviewed! I love y'all!
Some of the reviews made me laugh out loud, some cry with joy, but all of them made me smile happily, and write faster!
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Now...on to the chapter! Which is, I should add, all from Ginny's perspective! Whoo!
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No, I'm not hiding from an angry Malfoy… I'm merely taking my time, looking around corners before crossing them. Keeping a watchful eye. Is that so wrong?
Besides, crowded hallways can be very dangerous for your health, which is why I am taking this deserted route. Not because Malfoy's out for my blood or anything…nothing like that.
"AAHH!" I screamed suddenly. I swear something just touched my shoulder.
I spun around and there was the infamous Malfoy, leaning nonchalantly against the wall and smirking that gosh-darned smirk.
"Oooh, Hi Malfoy, how's it going?" I asked smiling a huge fake smile and discreetly moving towards the nearest exit.
"Don't run," was all he said, pushing himself off the wall and up to his full, extremely tall, height.
"Why would I run," I said, laughing nervously.
"Especially when I could just curse you," Iadded silently to myself, looking down to grab my wand.
A second later when I glanced back up, Malfoy already had his wand out, pointed straight at me.
"So, how's life, Weasley?" he asked, smirking dangerously, and pacing around me.
"I, uh, can't complain," I said, looking nervously at his wand, "I mean, I gotta love that life. Gotta love that living and all…"
Malfoy laughed, a low deep roar, and leaned back against the wall.
"Look, Malfoy, I really gotta go," I said hastily.
"I'll say," he said, staring me straight in the eye, "You're about 7 minutes late for Snape's class now."
"Aaaaah!" I screamed, fleeing quickly in that direction.
"Too easy," I heard Malfoy chuckle from behind me.
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Okay, this is bad. This is very very very very bad. I can't believe I forgot about Potions. I can't believe I let Malfoy trick me. And I certainly don't want to even start tobelieve what Snape is going to do to me…
Aah!
I sprinted the whole way to the dungeons and grabbing the doorframe, spun myself into the room, panting heavily.
"Miss Weasley," Snape sneered coldly, "You are 8 minutes late."
"I know Proffesor, I'm so sorry. I just…" I started before Snape cut me off.
"You just…what?" Snape asked, daring me to give a reply.
When I offered none, he continued.
"Well I just gave you double detention," he said, glaring, "Tonight, Weasley. Seven o'clock here, Don't be late."
I opened my mouth to protest but Snape interrupted.
"That is all," he said snidely.
I made my way over to my table and slumped down into my chair.
I hate Draco Malfoy. This is all his fault. That manipulative little git...
After attempting to take some notes, I drifted off, daydreaming about all the horrible things I could do to make Malfoy's life a living hell.
About an hour later Snape's obnoxious voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Your reports on animagi are due next class period," he said, staring straight at me, "If you do not pass these reports, you will not pass this class. Class dismissed."
The rest of my afternoon was spent dreading whatever horrors Snape had cooked up for my detention...
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When I finally arrived at the dungeon at promptly seven o'clock, instead of an angry Snape, a cheerful Blaise greeted me.
"Hey Freckles," he said, his head popping up from the desk he was laying on.
"What are you doing here?" I asked confusedly, "And where's Snape?"
"Unfortunately," he said with a smirk, "He couldn't make it tonight so I am conducting your detention."
"Is that even legal?" I asked bewilderedly, "I mean, can you even do that?"
"Of course I can, why else would I be here?" Blaise replied with a handsome grin.
"Why you, though?" I asked.
"Well, you see, there's this thing called the Slytherin ranks," he said with a smile.
"The Slytherin ranks?" I repeated questioningly.
"It's a ranking order," he clarified, "The power goes Snape, then Draco, then me, then Pansy."
"What about the prefects? And the older students?" I inquired.
Blaise laughed loudly and then continued.
"Funny, Weasley," he remarked, "This years prefects are of course Draco and Pansy. But that's just because they needed a boy and a girl, I still outrank Parkinson for pete's sake."
"So," he continued his explanation, "Snape couldn't make it, and Draco figured it wouldn't be in his best interests to be alone in the dungeons with you when you're all out to murder him, so here I am."
Blaise smirked, and performed an exaggerated sort of bow with a flourish of his hands.
"Well," I said with a smile, "If it had to be a Slytherin, I'm glad it's you. Though, I do have to say, torturing Malfoy would be quite fun..."
Blaise just smirked and jumped up onto a lab table.
"Well get to it," he said, pointing.
"Uh…Blaise," I questioned, glancing around, "What, exactly, am I supposed to be doing?"
"Oh..um…sorting his potion ingredients or something," Blaise replied, scratching his curly brown locks, "…I really haven't the foggiest."
"Blaise!" I shouted indignantly, "What am I supposed to do when he comes back and I've done everything all wrong!"
"Geez Weasley, don't get your knickers in a twist, I wrote it down right here," Blaise said grabbing a piece of paper out of his pocket, "See, sort potion ingredients.. or something. Hmm, must not have been paying much attention to Snape then either…"
"You are impossible!" I said, grinning exasperatedly at his antics.
"At your service, love," he smirked.
"Now go get to it, if you need me I'll be here," Blaise continued, laying down on top of a lab table, "sleeping."
After, of course, stealing one of Snape's marker's and drawing a pirate eye patch along with matching mustache and beard on Blaise's sleeping face, I headed into Snape's stock to get sorting…or something.
About 40 minutes later I found it. The most brilliant of all brilliant things. The epitome of perfection. The height of all pranking. The perfect revenge.
"Oh Handsome," I called, sing-songy.
He woke up and groggily yelled back, "What?"
"I need you to get me into Draco's dorm room," I said with a smirk.
"Something tells me this won't end well," he said, jumping off the table, "why?"
I held up the jar I had just found.
"Poison ivy," I breathed staring at it as if it were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
"I thought poison ivy was leaves and stuff," Blaise said confusedly.
"It is," I replied, "but the part that actually gives you the rash and stuff is the oil, which is what this is, concentrated poison ivy oil."
"Which should be completely undetectable," I continued, smiling innocently, "if it were to oh say…tip over and completely drench Draco's bed."
"Wicked…" Blaise breathed, grinning, " You do realize though that you are stealing from Snape's private stash and sneaking into the Slytherin rooms…you're going to get caught."
"I never get caught," I replied, grinning somewhat proudly.
"Then why are you in detention right now?" Blaise said, raising one eyebrow and smirking.
"That was different!" I shouted, "Draco set me up! Which is why this is such sweet sweet irony. Finding the ultimate revenge during his little payback. It's too perfect."
"Don't you see? This is a sign, I have to use this, I have to!" I finished, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him.
"Alright alright," Blaise said holding up his hands and fending me off, "I'll sneak you in but if you get caught…"
"You'll deny all knowledge, of course. And I will weasel my way out of it," I finished for him.
"Love the pun," he said with a grin.
"Knew you would," I replied with a smile.
We shook hands and I finished detention happily.
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We then exited the dungeons as the utmost of professional pranksters and headed for the Slytherin rooms.
As soon as we got past the Slytherin portrait I immediately started rolling and dodging around.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Blaise whispered loudly.
"I'm sneaking," I replied obviously.
"This is stupid, someone's going to see you," he replied, unhelpfully.
"Well I used up this month's quota for Harry's invisibility cloak, this is the best we got," I responded.
"Harry has an invisibility cloak?" Blaise said with a smile of realization, "This explains so much…"
"Yeah yeah yeah.." I said, rolling my eyes, "Quiet now."
"Here we are," Blaise said once we reached the end of the hall, "Stand right here."
Blaise then proceeded to open the door, with me standing behind it, and shout something into the dorm rooms.
Then a whole stampede of boys came running quickly past us and out of the hall.
I couldn't quite make out what he said but I'm almost positive I heard the words whipped cream and girls, so I really just don't want to know what he said or what those boys were running to…
I was about to step out of my hiding place when I heard a familiar chuckle and arrogant drawl from inside the room, I guess Draco remained.
"How was detention?" I heard Draco question from inside the room.
"I don't know, I slept through most of it," Blaise replied from the doorway.
"So that explains the marker on your face," Draco laughed.
I had to stifle a chuckle as I heard Blaise's shout when he turned to the mirror.
"That girl, I swear…" Blaise said giving the door a little kick.
"She got you down though," Draco remarked, "I've always thought you would make a good pirate."
"Really?" Blaise said, sounding intrigued by the idea.
"I guess so," he continued, and all was forgiven.
"So..." Blaise said, trying to coax Draco out of the room, "Want to come with me to the kitchens? I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry," Draco said with a laugh, "Come on, let's go."
As they walked out of the room I heard Draco add, "So, just how angry was the littlest Weasley at me?"
"Oh, she wasn't really angry at all," Blaise said with a wink behind Draco's back at me, "I think she may actually be willing to let bygones be bygones."
"Hmm, that's sort of…disappointing," Draco replied, confusedly as they turned the corner.
As soon as they were gone I quickly sneaked into the dorm room, doused Draco's bed with the poison ivy oil, performed a quick drying spell, and high-tailed it out of there.
After all, I wouldn't want to be a disappointment or anything….
:-D
I was going to add the aftermath of the prank into this chapter but I decided to save it for the next one!
And for those of you who may not know...the oil from poison ivy leaves makes you break out in bright red, extremely itchy hives.
So next chapter, you will get an itchy, red, and out-for-revenge Malfoy!
That is, of course, if you review. ;-D
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