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Chapter Nine
As Ginny finished drawing the second of her perpixies, she headed down to the Great Hall for dinner, followed closely by Draco, who kept making degrading comments about the clothes he had forced Ginny to wear underneath her school robes.
"I wouldn't have put you down as the type of girl who wears a thong, Weasley," he sniggered. Other passerby, mostly from Slytherin, snorted at Ginny behind cupped hands, one person however, openly laughed, shrieking "Oh, Draco, you are so smart and witty. She'll never live that down." Ginny recognized the voice of Pansy Parkinson.
"Be careful when you make enemies, Pansy," said Ginny coldly, "you never know what might happen to you."
"That a threat?"
"A mere statement."
"Draco, she's threatening me," said Pansy.
"Yes, I do suppose I'll have to punish her tonight," said Draco offhandedly.
Pansy made a gleeful noise and kissed Draco on the cheek, much to his displeasure, before gallivanting off to the Great Hall.
Ginny winked at Hermione as she crossed the Great Hall behind Draco to sit at the Slytherin table once more. Hermione winked back as she sat down.
"Please eat . . ." said Professor Dumbledore before plates and goblets were filled throughout the room.
Keeping one eye entirely on Pansy, Ginny served herself mashed potatoes with lime stuffing, and a slice of French roasted pork. Good, thought Ginny, Pansy is drinking the nasty stuff.Ginny kept eating her food, trying hard to keep her hands from wavering out of pure nervousness, not that anyone would have noticed anyways. She was an outcast and a joke at the Slytherin table. As she raised her fork to her mouth to have a slice of the pork, a voice interrupted her.
"C'mon Weasley, dinner's over." It was the voice of Draco Malfoy. Not once in her entire life had she more wanted to throw mashed potatoes into his stupid, perfect hair to mess it up. Not once had she more wanted to eat mashed potatoes with lime stuffing and French roast pork.
"I'll come to the room when I am finished," said Ginny, her face turning red in a warning sign.
"Fine, whatever you want. I'll be waiting for you under the light of the stars, my precious lovebird. Lovey lovey lovebird. You are my lovebird, Ginny Weasley. My one and only lovebird."
"Lovebird? Draco, get real. Go back to the stupid room and wait under the stars if you must, but leave me alone so I can finish my roast pork!" said Ginny.
"Okay, snookums," was Draco's reply. Snookums?thought Ginny, Is he drunk?Drunk wasn't quite the way to describe it, Ginny decided when she had gotten a look at Draco's face. He looked more insane. His face was writ with anger, yet he was spouting off love poems and pet names to Ginny.
"Oh dear," said Ginny, as realization dawned on her about what had happened. "How did it get into his pumpkin juice?" Ginny didn't have long to ponder on the question, because at that moment, Pansy Parkingson stood up.
Her face looked much like Draco's, full of anger. But she also appeared to be in pain. Pain? "Harry Potter," her voice sang. "I love you, my pretty pumpkin."
The whole Great Hall turned and stared as Pansy got out of her seat at the Slytherin table and skipped over to the Gryffindor table, singing "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," at the top of her lungs. In about thirty seconds, she had herself situated on Harry's lap, with her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. "Harry James Potter," she yelled. "Will you marry me?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" asked Harry, trying to push Pansy out of his lap.
"You are what is wrong with me. I am in love with you and it is making me sick. Lovesick! My body yearns for yours. When we are not together, I wish with all the strength in my heart and my body that we were. I want you to publically declare your love for me. Say it pumpkin. Say 'I, Harry Potter, love Pansy Esmeralda Parkinson,' say it!" Instead of giving Harry a chance to say anything, Pansy began to kiss him wildly, slobbering all over his face and leaving lipstick prints on his cheeks, and each of his forearms. "C'mon Harry," she whined, "you're making me do all the work. Why don't you ever kiss me back? I know what will make you happy!" Pansy giggled. "Let's go to bed!"
With that final statement, Pansy grabbed Harry by the hair, despite his protests of curse words and fist action, and dragged him out of the room, supposedly 'taking him to bed.'
Ginny sniggered until she felt Draco take her hand and draw little circles on her palm with his fingernails. "Do you want to go to bed too?"
"Are you insane? Why would I want to sleep with you? You disgust me."
"Aww, Ginny, come on. I think we could have a whole lot of fun. I'll tell you what, let me be on top, and then you won't have to work so hard. Or we could do a sixty-niner if you prefer stimulation that way," said Draco, now running a finger along Ginny's thigh.
"You know what Draco, you are actually beginning to scare me. I mean, that's sick, and you sound like an effing creeper when you say stuff like that. You're going to turn out to be worse than a Death Eater if you keep heading the way you are. And I have detention tonight, so, no, I will not do a 'sixty-niner' with you, and even if I wasn't busy, I wouldn't. Leave me alone!" Ginny stalked off, leaving a bewildered Draco Malfoy looking around the table to see where she went.
Ginny's detention actually wasn't too bad, she had to wash all the chalkboards on the second floor without using magic, but there were only about ten classrooms on the second floor, and less than half of the chalkboards actually needed washing. Nevertheless, she headed back to Draco's dormitory exhausted, more mentally than physically. Draco's whole coming on to her thing at dinner had really given her a lot to think about, though she was disgusted beyond belief.
She scratch the nose of Brandywick the Bold and said 'fidpickle,' realizing all along that she had forgotten to curse Blaise from behind the statue before dinner. "Dammit," she yelled as she entered the room.
"What is it, my darling little butterfly?" asked a sickly happy voice. "Today not go as you wished it to?" Ginny turned around to see Draco dressed only in a bath towel.
"Oh my God," said Ginny, jumping as she saw him. "Put some damn clothes on."
"I rather think I won't," said Draco, and let his towel fall to the floor. "C'mon darling. I can help you relax, and it's good exercise."
Ginny stared at him. "You are insane," she yelled, reaching hysteria, and whirled around, running for the door, meaning to head up to Hermione's room.
"Gin-Gin, wait for me! It's not fun if you run off all by yourself. Oh, I know, you've gone to get the chocolate sauce. I'll just wait here for you," called Draco, as the statue slammed shut.
"Hermione!" Ginny shouted amidst all the stares and whispers and gasps that came from the people in Gryffindor common room. There was no answer to her desperate plea.
"Where is she?" she asked the common room in general.
Nobody answered.
"If you don't tell me where Hermione is in a matter of seconds, I will tell Draco Malfoy, who is at this very moment naked and completely in love with me, that you locked me in a tall, tall tower and that I will never get out. I'm dead serious!" Ginny shouted. "I'll mail it on this piece of parchment right here!" She stole a piece of paper from the mantel where a large stack was kept and waved it around in the air. Then she took a quill from a terrified first year and began to write. "Dear Draco, the whole of Gryffindor had conspired against our having a relationship and has locked me in a tower. They are planning to have me killed soon so that you will pine for me forever. Rescue me now for I'm to die at dawn. Love, Ginny."
If Gryffindor common room was quiet before, it was dead silent now, until one little girl, the girl whose quill Ginny had taken, spoke up. "She's in her head girl's quarters," she whispered.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. Uh, here's you quill, and you get the honor of burning this parchment. Thank you," she said, and Ginny ran off to Hermione's head girl quarters. After knocking for a solid four minutes, the door opened and Ginny fell through.
"What is wrong with you?" asked Hermione, taking one look at Ginny's tear-streaked face and matted hair.
"When will the potion wear off?" Ginny asked, sitting on a fluffy chair.
"Should be worn off now, why?" answered Hermione.
"Draco thinks he's in love with me!"