PHIRE AND ICE Chapter 16: Welcome To My World, a harry potter fanfic

Authors Babble- Does anyone read these? Any way, this was done a lot sooner then I had planned, and a few events are moving faster then I thought they would. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And please read the authors note at the bottom too, its important.

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Call-me-a-bitch?well-ur-a- Thanks for all the ideas, here you go, another chapter, and they sing.

rose petel- hehe…its going to be so funny.

KuTiExAzNxAnGeL-Your welcome.

Wow - ok…where do I start? Yeah, real strong since of revenge. It's not that they didn't want to, but kinda that they were nervous. Kinda like when you want to go on the really scary roller coaster, but when you get up to it, you chicken out because your afraid that if you throw up, or look to much like a baby people will laugh at you? Well, Ginny and her friends were nervous because they were afraid that something would go wrong, or that they were overstepping an invisible line.

Harry's Lil Bitch- hehe, here you go, love the name BTW

d[n-n]b- me too, the only one of my friends that can sing good is Charity.

HEY CHARITY, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, GET YOU FINGERS IN FRIGGIN GEAR AND REVIEW!

Disclaimer- I do not own, or claim to own, any of JKR's original ideas. Nor, do I claim to own My World, which is sung by Avril Lavigne. Only the situations and characters you do not recognize from the book and/or movies are mine…and some of those are people that friends, or family members helped me to come up with.

16. Welcome to My World

"Please tell me what is taking place,
Cause I can't seem to find a trace,
Guess it must've got erased somehow,
Probably cause I always forget,
Every time someone tells me their name,
It's always gotta be the same."

Ginny sang the words as the others played their instruments. It had been easy to talk a half drunk Rivers, Spike and Draco into playing. She was starting to think that she was the only one that was sober in the whole damn house.

"Never wore cover-up,
Always beat the boys up,
Grew up in a 5000 population town,
Made my money by cutting grass,
Got fired by fried chicken ass,
All in a small town, Saint-Catchapole (sp?)

"You know I always stay up without sleepin',
And think to myself,
Where do I belong forever,
In whose arms, the time and place?

"Can't help if I space in a daze,
My eyes tune out the other way,
I may switch off and go in a daydream,
In this head my thoughts are deep,
But sometimes I can't even speak,
Would someone be and not pretend? I'm off again in my World

"I never spend less than an hour,
Washin' my hair in the shower,
It always takes 5 hours to make it straight,
So I'll braid it in a zillion braids,
Though it may take all friggen day,
There's nothin' else better to do anyway.

"When you're all alone in the lands of forever,
Lay under the milky way,
On and on it's getting too late out,
I'm not in love this time this night.

"la la la la

"Take some time,
Mellow out,
Party up,
But don't fall down,
Don't get caught,
Sneak out of the house.

Ginny smiled sweetly as the song came to an end, as a bunch of drunk, or nearly drunk Slytherins clapped and yelled. Someone with a brain turned the Stereo back on and Ginny began to pack up the stuff that they had used. Draco was already passed out on the leather couch nearest the fire, only grunting when a carried away couple accidentally sat on him.

Jefferson was trying to make conversation with Calvin Miller, but kept busting out laughing, in between the spouts of laughter Ginny could swear she heard the word "incest."

Rivers was trying hard to make conversation with a vase while a couple of sixth years that Ginny didn't know tried to pass her a joint, which she would except, laugh and call it Mr. Burns, then hand it back. Then the sixth years would repeat the action, weather they were so stoned they didn't notice, or they thought it was entertaining Ginny wasn't sure, probably a mixture of the two.

Spike, well, he had disappeared back to his room. Blaise was trying to capture Jeff's attention by striking up a conversation very loudly a few feet away with whoever was nearest him. He had had way to much punch.

Pansy was sitting on a chair not far from Draco sipping a drink. She didn't look or act drunk or stoned. Hermione was busy trying to deduct points from people for drinking as she stumbled around with a rather large cup of Fire Whiskey.

Once Ginny had put all of the spare equipment away, she began to round up her friends. First, she managed to drag Rivers away from her interesting vase and get her into nightclothes and bed, next was the task of Jefferson, who proved to be harder because she thought Calvin was the monster that ate the socks out of the dryer. Then she grabbed Hermione, who deducted points for man-handling the head girl, gave her some night clothes and forced her into bed in her own bed.

And because of some strange since of odd duty she went and helped Pansy drag an out cold Draco to his room. They left the Head Boy fully dressed on top of his blankets. Then they managed to talk Blaise into going to bed, woke up Spike, and left him to take care of his room mate.

Finally, at three thirty, the common room, thanks to Ginny and Pansy, looked almost normal. It would have looked better if they still didn't have people passed out everywhere.

The two girls said their goodnights and went to there respective rooms. Ginny sighed as she pushed the snoring Hermione over.

~*XO*~

His head hurt. A lot. Moaning, Spike pulled himself out of the warm bed, flinching at the chilly room. He cursed himself for going to bed wearing only his boxers. He pulled on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. Making his way to Ginny's room he knocked softly. No one answered. Sighing, and his head pounding he whispered the password and entered. Picking out Ginny's bed he strode over to it and opened the curtains a crack so he could peek in.

Ginny was sleeping with her back to him, Hermione was on the other side, snoring. Loudly. He must remember not to give that girl any liquor ever again. He gently shook the sleeping red head.

"Wha?" came the muffled sound of Ginny's voice.

"I need some hangover potion." he whined, his head really hurt.

Twenty minutes later Spike and Ginny, who had gotten up and given the boy some thick yellow goo to swallow, sat in the kitchens drinking coffee.

"Did we really perform last night, or was that a nightmare?" Spike asked as he stared at the contents of his cup. Ginny sighed.

"I was hoping no one would remember that."

"Why? Did we suck?"

"Actually, for a band full of drunk people…we were pretty good. Of course, we do practice…a lot."

"So why were you hoping that no one would remember?"

"Because, I don't know. I suppose I just was hoping that it was a dream, ya know? Like when something goes really slick and your satisfied to just know that you can do it, and it don't matter that no one else knows because you know?"

"You wanted something for yourself?"

Ginny bit her bottom lip, contemplating the emotion cursing threw her body. They had been so good last night, no one fucked up, everyone was on key. They couldn't even manage that in practice… maybe the pressure was all they needed?

She voiced these thoughts to Spike.

"Well, we have always done better under pressure, don't sweat it. Everything will work out."

" I hope your right Spike."

"Come on, we will go for a jog around the lake before waking up the sleeping beauties."

Smiling, Ginny allowed herself to be pulled put of the castle. They jogged a few laps before they settled into a slow walk.

"Do you think that I have a chance with Pansy?" Ginny, who had been unprepared for the question stopped walking to stare at the other boy.

"She's older then you." Ginny stated after a few minutes and began walking again.

"I like older women!" Spike countered, satisfied with his comeback he waited patiently for Ginny's response.

"Well…I think that there might, might, be something there. But don't take my word for it. Why don't you ask Malfoy or Blaise, you seem to be close to the two of them."

"You ever notice you call Pansy and Blaise by their first names but call Dray by his last name?" Ginny didn't reply.

~*xo*~

Aggravated far more then she would ever admit by Spikes question earlier that day, Ginny soon found herself in the library, trying her hardest to concentrate on the essay in front of her. But her thoughts kept being disrupted by that question. Why did she call him by his last name?

Her mind whirled with the possible answers. She had been brought up, listening to her brothers and father spit out complaints about how evil the Malfoys were. The hatred had been bred into her.

So why did her mind turn to mush when ever he sat to close in potions, or there tutoring sessions? Why did his smirk give her hippogriffs in her stomach? Why did the sight of his toned chest and arms make her forget what she had intended to say? Why did his intoxicating scent drive her about mad, and every time that he came near, why did she want to rip his clothes off and shag the hell out of him, or punch him for making her want to rip his clothes off and shag him? And WHY was she asking herself all these questions?

Deciding that she was going to get no where in her studies, she picked up her divination book, and began reading from the assigned chapter. It wasn't really studying, the stuff was total bull shit. So why did the first paragraph make her heart stop?

Chapter 6- Finding Love

There is no sure way to make someone fall in love , nor is there any certain way to test aforementioned love. Many people say that love springs from the most unlikely of places. That most times, you only true hate could become your only true love. The only way to explain this is that hate turns to obsession, obsession into lust, from lust to love. Another idea is that the forbidden is always better, the grass greener on the other side. This is known as the "Forbidden Fruit Theory," "The Romeo and Juliet Theory," or "The Fire and Ice Theory."

The Forbidden Fruit Theory states that the forbidden is always better, when someone tells you not to do something, that something is forbidden.. Which, in turn makes you want to have that something even more. This is often the case in love, having your love spring form your only hate. That person has been forbidden to you, and because of this, your curiosity for that person is sparked.

But sometimes, love at first site is more of a sure thing. Take Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, two teenage muggles thrown into families that have hated each other for generations. But when the two first lay eyes on one another, they know that there is no one else in the world for them. That they would go to any lengths to be with that person, even death.

But perhaps the Fire and Ice theory is more to you liking. Fire slowly melts ice, so that in the end, all that's left is water and ashes. Hatred that has slowly turned form hate to obsession, from obsession to lust, from lust to love. This, is said to be, the purest love. It is unconditional, and understanding.

Ginny, having read enough, shut the book and pushed it away from herself. She refused to believe that she liked Draco Malfoy, much less that she "lusted" after him, and she shuddered to think that she could love him. But that annoying little voice in her head was telling her that lying to herself wouldn't change anything at all.

~*XO*~

Sighing deeply Jefferson made her way to the Great Hall. She had woken up to a terrible head ach. Luckily, unlike Rivers, who was sleeping off her hangover, she wasn't allergic to the potion that she had darken less then thirty minutes before. She paused out side the doors. Getting her head on striate and her thoughts together. The head ach potion always left her a little confused and disoriented. Blinking her eyes a couple of times to get rid of the annoying purple blobs that were threatening to take over, she reached out for the handle to the door, but a sudden attack of dizziness forced her to brace herself against the wall instead.

Maybe it was a bad idea to come out for lunch. Spike would have brought her something, he was bringing Rivers something later. But no, she had to be independent and all that bull. The room hadn't stopped spinning yet, and the purple spots still disrupted her sight. It had never been this bad before, then again, she did take a potion that Rivers and Potter had made, that idiot Potter most likely screwed the potion up somehow she decided as she attempted to push off from the wall, but instead decided to sit down.

"Oi Tally, what's the what?" the unmistaken voice of Blaise Zabini filled the hall, a slight smile tugged at her lips.

"Damn spot's is what. Think you can be a dear and help a girl off the floor?" She asked, looking in the general direction of his voice, which was kind of hard because of the echoing in the hall. The purple spots had been joined with blurriness that made everything look distorted.

"What have you gotten your self into now?" He asked as he grabbed her hand and yanked her up, only to have her sink to the floor again from dizziness. The smirk that had been lighting his features only moments before died on his lips.

"Easy there, Zabini." she said with a clearly fake laugh, fear clouding her face. What was wrong with her?

"Tally, not that anything's wrong or nothing, but is there something that your not telling me?" he asked as he once again took her hand in his, pulling more carefully, this time she stood for a second before her knees gave way and she fell flush against him. She gave another false laugh.

"I'm just a bit disoriented is all." she said nervously. Showing that she was scared out of her mind by her body's unwillingness to stand by itself.

"What did you take this morning?" He asked as he carefully sat her up against the wall.

"Head ach potion, I woke up with a killer hangover." she said as she closed her eyes, she couldn't see, what was the use in having them open?

"What else is wrong? What are the other side effects?" he asked carefully keeping the fear out of his voice.

"My eyes are a tad bit not working properly. I see spots, and everything is blurry. My head feels all clouded, like when you have a really bad head cold, and my upper back hurts." she cried out, fear more evident in her voice and showing on her face. Nodding, even though she couldn't see him, he put a hand on her ankle.

"Can you feel this?" he asked as he applied pressure, she shook her head in the negative, tears streaking down her face. "How about this?" he asked moving up a bit higher, panic starting to seize him. Once again he received the same response. He asked for the fourth time as he applied a bit more pressure to her knee. By now tears were streaming and hiccups and sobs had taken over, and he still received the same answer. All the way up to her thigh, when, she started at his touch. Sniffling, she brought her hands up to whip away the tears.

"I felt that!" She cried out. Hiccupping slightly, he brought his hand back to her knee, no response.

"I'm going to look at your eyes now." he explained as he brought his wand out and lit it, carefully he shone the light in both of her eyes, which were cloudy and unfocused, almost as if she were out cold. "Ok, here's what we are going to do. I'm going to pick you up and bring you to the infirmary." He explained as he picked her up sliding her arm around his shoulders, he carried her thresh hole style up to the infirmary, letting her cry on his shirt.

~*XO*~

Ginny looked up from the text she had been reading when her stomach let out a very loud growl. Realizing she was hungry she glanced at her watch. Her eyes widening slightly at the time. 1:30, lunch had ended at 12:03.

Sighing dejectedly, she made her way to the kitchens. Upon arriving at the cherry picture of fruit she tickled the pair, which squirmed and turned into a door knob.

Smiling cheerfully at the hundred of happy faces and cries of help she gave her order, strawberries and cream to the elves, because once she had arrived in the kitchens that was what she was craving. She then went into the adjoining room and sat at the only table. It was a small table, very small. Barely big enough for two people. If you reached out you could touch the other person. Besides that, it was very close to the ground and surrounded by little chairs. Smiling she sat down on the carpeted floor and pulled out a article that Charlie had sent her. It was about the CDTA (Canadian Dragon Trainers Academy) compared to the EMIDT (European Magical Institute for Dragon Trainers). Charlie had gone to EMIDT, he said it was a few of the best years of his life. He had gotten a scholarship for maintaining good grades throughout his Hogwarts career. Plus he had kept an A in Care of Magical Creatures, and gotten astounding OWLS in that category of the test.

~*XO*~

Draco had woken up cold, with a hangover and fully dressed, including his boots. He had taken along hot shower, the shower had taken so long because of the remembrance of a certain dream about a certain red head that refused to stop haunting his sleep. He pulled on a pair of loose fitting jeans, a white bitch beater, and the same shirt he had worn on the train the first day. He slipped on his sneakers, deciding after having slept in his boots, he wasn't putting them back on. He slipped his watch on and got a look at the time. He had missed lunch.

Mumbling a few choice words about his luck he considered his options. He could either wait for Dinner, which was a while off, and starve until then. Or, on a more appealing note go visit Dobby in the kitchens and pinch something there. The growl in his stomach made the choice easy and he took off for the kitchens.

He tickled the pair, which wiggled under his touch. He was greeted with the smiling, potato shaped heads of hundreds of House Elves. They were all asking how they could help him, he choose one, a little female from the looks of it and ordered a coffee, black, and a Danish. Then asked for Dobby, the Head Kitchen Elf, to bring it to him. With a smirk as all the Elves scurried back to what they had been doing, preparing for dinner.

Sighing, he began to make his way out of the inner kitchen into the room where the House Elves ate their dinner. That was the main reason he hated going to the kitchens, he had to sit on the floor. Draco started towards the fire, only to see that his usual spot was already occupied, occupied with the very girl that refused to stop haunting his dreams.

Silently he made his way to the fire, she was well immersed in a arical about something or other, so he didn't disturb her, instead sank down next to her on the floor.

Ginny, feeling the presents of someone else, looked up from the article on schools for Dragon Trainers. Sure enough, the cause of her frustrations was sitting next to her, staring intently into the fire. She quickly averted her eyes back to the printed words, but now she couldn't concentrate the only thoughts that seemed to be occurring were the thoughts and questions that had been buzzing around her head all day.

"You know, Red, to read your eyes have to move."

Before she could answer, an ecstatic Dobby decided to come bounding into the room, a steaming cup and a plate with a Danish, which he handed to Draco, a huge smile on his face.

"Master Dray! Dobby is so happy to be seeing you! It's been so long a time since you is visiting Dobby! Dobby be missing you greatly!"

"It's only been a month Dobby. Mother wrote the other day, asked how you were doing. Mentioned sending you some sock or something along those lines."

"OO, Dobby be missing the Mistress! Send Mistress Dobby's love. Masters day of birth be coming up soon."

"Awe…Dobby, I didn't think you would remember."

"Of course Dobby be remembering! Dobby be Masters personal Elf since Masters day of birth." Dobby said this last part to Ginny, but before anyone could make any comment, a very loud crash was heard from the kitchens. Dobby let out a Squeak before rushing to sort out the mess.

Ginny sat studying Draco as he ate his Danish and drank his coffee. Finally, after fifteen intense minutes of having her stare at him, he cracked.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that staring was rude?" he asked, annoyed at having been bothered by her stair to begin with.

She sat for a few minutes, still staring, she looked down only to grab up a strawberry, then her eyes returned to him. She sat there, for a bit longer, suckling the heavy cream off the strawberry.

Draco watched in fascination, the way she was eating that poor strawberry should be against the law, he thought. He silently wondered if watching her eat should be turning him on as much as it was.

"Ya know, just when I have you pegged as an inhuman son-of-a-bitch, you go and prove me wrong. You're a very confusing person, I doubt anyone except Blaise and Pansy truly have you figured out. And they don't count." she said so low that he had to lean down a bit to hear her. He gave her his best smirk, which made her stomach do flip flops.

"What makes you think I want people to figure me out?" He asked, his voice dropping a tone lower then hers had been. Their faces were now mere inches apart, she was so close to him that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.

A slow smirk came to her lips, which drew Draco's full attention to the full pink mouth. "Because…" but what ever was going to come out next was cut off my Draco's own lips.

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I am kind of upset. I got flamed for a story that I have decided to work on when I wasn't working on PHIRE AND ICE. The name of the story was Threw the Pain.

From: groan()

Ya threw the pain, did ya? Hmm... Who caught it?

"Virginia Weasily sat strait up, sweat dripped from every poor"

It should read: Virginia //Weasley// sat //straight// up, sweat

//dripping// from every //pore//

Please, Please get a beta-reader or don't torture the readers at ff.net

by uploading this painfully bad writing.

Thank you.

That's what the person wrote. While I will admit that I do need a beta reader, I'm more then sure that he/she could have come up with a better way of wording that. first, they didn't have to be quit so rude about it, second, they should have signed in (if they had a name that is) .

I also think that if they don't write fanfiction, they shouldn't flame, because at least I tried. if they don't like it they shouldn't have read it. I don't think I am the best author out there, as a matter of fact, I know I'm not. there are plenty of people on ff.net that are way better then I am, or then I can ever hope to be, and then there are many more that arrant all that good, but, because I do write, and I know how much thought and time goes into there stories, I don't flame, I give them advice, not to trash them.

well, that's all I had to say.

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Patience