Chapter Four: Fictional
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The youngest of the Weasley children, Ginny Weasley, did indeed make it back to her dormitory before the sun came up. She snuck in Hogwarts Castle, up all the stairs and corridors, into the Gryffindor common room and then up the girls' staircase and into the sixth year dormitory without making a sound. That is though, excluding waking up the Fat Lady while saying the password.
When Ginny lied down on her bed she still couldn't fall asleep. I guess it might have been all the excitement of talking to Draco, most likely it wasn't. Ginny didn't really care about the reason, all she cared about was it gave her more time to write.
He was trapped in a world he couldn't control. Everything and everyone was pushing their own dream onto him. Something he didn't want and didn't need. But he had no choice; everything was planed out for him. His life was sketched out for him in green and silver. It couldn't be altered; it was how it was and how it had always been.
Ginny sighed and looked at what she had written, it wasn't the best but it wasn't too bad. The only problem was she had no clue where it came from. Maybe it was how she secretly felt and putting it in male form made it easier to write, or maybe it was just a purely fictional idea she had.
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Harry Potter had many problems; one of the main ones was being able to keep his anger controlled with Professor Snape. Today Harry unfortunately, could not resist shouting at Professor Snape on how unfair he was with grading.
Now, if you at all knew Severus Snape you would know that if a student shouted out on how unfair he was at grading you would know two main things. One thing you would know would be that Snape wouldn't care if you thought he was the best grader or the worst. The other thing you would know is Snape would be more then happy to minus house points and give you a detention.
Harry Potter had known Professor Snape for a very long time, so surely he knew the aftermath he would get from yelling at Snape. But of course when you are in a mad fit of rage from unfair grading you wouldn't really care what your punishment was, well that is true until an hour later when you start screaming about how unfair and injustice the whole ordeal was.
"The whole bloody thing is totally unfair! All I did was point out that his grading isn't fair and I didn't deserve an A (Which stood for awful.). I did a hell of a lot better then either Crabbe or Goyle and then both got higher grades then I did." Harry saw that Hermione was about to comment so he took a quick breath and continued talking. "So now I have detention! No, not just one detention, I have two! And when you think about it I only shouted out once so technically it should only be one." Harry was saying all of this as they were walking down the hall to their next class.
Hermione waited to make sure Harry was done with his rambling, so she could get a word in, "Harry, I'm really sorry you got a detention- well two- but you really need to learn how to control your temper, it only leads to bad things."
"Well sorry, Hermione, next time I'll remember to keep my mouth shut when people start doing things unfairly. Oh, yeah and I'll just let Voldemort go on with his little killing Muggles thing."
Hermione just huffed. "You know what? Just forget I ever said anything. Keep getting detentions, it doesn't bother me."
Ron Weasley was just standing on the side listening to Harry and Hermione's argument. It was sort of odd though because usually it was Hermione and him getting into fights. What really struck him odd about this argument was that he agreed with Hermione, and not Harry.
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Luna Lovegood and Blaise Zabini were walking to the Great Hall for lunch. They both decided to get the odd looks and stares over with. No one would ever suspect one of the most popular and acclaimed evil Slytherin to be dating Luna "Loony" Lovegood, that would almost be as odd as A Malfoy dating a Weasley. Slytherin always stuck to dating their kind, it was to keep the rest pure almost like a factory. Two Slytherin would date, get married and have pureblooded children that would no doubt be in Slytherin. It would be the never-ending cycle.
Blaise couldn't deny that he was scared about people- Slytherins- finding out that he was dating Luna. It wasn't because he was at all ashamed of her, it was more that he wanted to protect her, because he loved and cared about her. If a Slytherin told Blaise's father about Luna there was no telling what he would do. Blaise, like Draco had his whole life set up for him. Both Draco and Blaise didn't even think about uttering a word to their fathers nor anyone that had a say in their life. It had always been this way, from the day they were born. They never choose anything in their life, not even the green and silver colours that they proudly wear.
It wasn't as bad as Blaise thought, it was worse, oh so much worse. All through breakfast Luna and Blaise heard such things as;
"She has to be paying him. There is no other answer. Does she even have any money?"
"No, no, no The Loony one has him under a spell."
"He could do so much better. I mean she's not even pretty. Her hair! Look at it! It's the colour of a banana. I mean I'm prettier then her!"
Those comments unfortunately were the least of Luna and Blaise's problems. The comments that really mattered were the Slytherin's.
"You know your father isn't going to be happy, nor is the Dark Lord. He doesn't like people associating with Mudblood and Muggle lovers. Don't you want to make him happy? Unless of course you're planning to kill her. That's it isn't it? This is a mission for the Dark Lord, isn't it?"
Comments like that one were coming from all around the Slytherin table. Every time someone uttered a comment to Blaise he was filled with more and more worries. Was he doing the right thing being with Luna? Was he only hurting her? Would she end up getting hurt?
Blaise looked over to the Ravenclaw table, she was sitting there with her hair flowing town her back, she had on her butter beer cap necklace and had earrings hanging down that looked like moons, she was reading a magazine that Blaise couldn't quit make out. She didn't at all look worried or annoyed. 'How can she ignore all of the things everyone's saying? Doesn't it at all make her angry? I just want to get out of here.'
That is just what Blaise did. He got up from the Slytherin table and hissed at them. "Can't any of you think of something else to talk about? Get a fucking life and leave mine alone!"
Draco who was totally ignoring everyone and everything looked up when Blaise said that. He smirked at everyone and went back to reading his Astrology book and thinking of whether or not to ask a certain Ginny Weasley to Hogsmeade. But the farther he went into thinking about it the more he thought of how much it could hurt Ginny. He unlike Blaise would never seriously date anyone that wasn't a Slytherin because upsetting Lucius or the Dark Lord was not anywhere near the top of the list on things to do. Draco may not care that much for the youngest Weasley but he didn't want to hurt her.
This was something Blaise pondered over after he received a dark green envelope containing a letter quite similar to the one Draco had gotten not long before.
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Harry Potter may not have had the troubles that Draco and Blaise had but he certainly had a few. Being the only one that was able to kill Lord Voldemort was a pretty hard task that you had to live with. Having someone give you a detention was only making Harry's life worse, and then adding one of your least favourite people to it was just asking Harry to jump off of a very high building. Of course Harry wouldn't do that. He would just mumble some words under his breath and go on with his not so perfect life.
Harry was now standing in the potions classroom armed with a mop and bucket. Pansy Parkinson was standing next to him armed with the same things. They both were giving each other death glares that clearly said I would rather jump off a building and kiss a toad then be here. But alas there weren't any toads insight so Harry and Pansy were going to be stuck in there wandless for many dreadful hours.
Harry looked away from Pansy and to the floor for a second debating how long this was going to take, when Pansy finally spoke.
"Oh, Harry Potter, what a pleasure to have detention with you."
"Shut up."
"Well aren't you grumpy? What's wrong Harry, your scar been hurting you again." Harry winced at that. The problem was his damn scar hadn't been hurting.
"No, now leave me alone."
"It's the Weasley girl, isn't it?"
"It's not that either! Nothing is wrong with me, now would you be oh so kind and leave me alone?"
"It probably is The Weasley. Maybe she goes for Slytherins. But that would be too ironic, a Weasley liking the enemy. That would be like Blaise liking that loony girl- oh wait that did happen."
"Would you shut up? I don't like Ginny; we are like brother and sister. Could you just clean and as I said before, leave me alone?"
Pansy who was mopping over in a corner, looked over at Harry. "But, Potter, it's so much fun to know what's going on in your life."
Harry just stopped mopping at just looked at her.
A small smile played upon Pansy's lips. "Oh, don't worry, Potter, I don't fancy you, I stick to Slytherins. But I am getting bored with this house elf work so let's play a game, shall we?"
Harry was still looking at her in disbelief.
"You are going to talk… Aren't you?" asked Pansy.
"It's just, you're acting really odd."
"How can I be acting odd? You don't even know me that well. I don't remember us talking to each other since fifth year" said Pansy. "Oh but don't worry I haven't turned into some muggle loving freak and I still conceder you my enemy. I'm just bored and you unfortunately are the only one here."
Harry rolled his eyes and looked over to her, "Don't I just feel so special."
"You should. So, I was thinking to pass the time we should just ask each other questions."
"Questions? Umm… Alright, I guess," replied Harry.
Pansy kept on mopping and without looking up she said, "Alright then, I'll start since I came up with the idea. So, Potter, who do you really fancy?"
"No one."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Come on, Potter, don't lie. It's not like I would tell anyone you're little secrets. And aren't you going to Hogsmeade with Padma?"
Harry stopped mopping and looked up at her. "Why do you care? And I'm only going to Hogsmeade with her because she asked me."
"I don't care. I'm just bored, as I said before. So you really don't like the Weasley girl?"
Harry mimicked Pansy. "As I said before I don't like Ginny, she's like a sister to me. So how about you, do you like the almighty bouncing ferret?"
"Please tell me you're joking. I'll admit I liked him years ago but now we just know way too much about each other. He's the only person I really trust because we both go through the same types of things, you know, being Slytherins and all."
Harry was only half listening until he heard her say something about Draco telling her everything. "Exactly what types of things does he tell you? Things from his father? He's probably planning an attack. Typical Slytherin."
Pansy dropped her mop and looked over at Harry. Right then and there Harry wished he had said anything but that. Pansy walked towards him hissing words as she stepped. "You have no right to say that. Do you know anything about Draco? And don't even think about adding in a snide remark. You know nothing about being a Slytherin or anything that doesn't have to do with your life."
Pansy was just a few inches away from Harry's face when she stopped talking. Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said, "You know nothing about my life either."
"I never said I did. Did I, Potter? Just don't think about saying anything else about Death Easters or Slytherins."
Harry smirked. "You're really close to Malfoy aren't you?"
"Like I said before, I can trust him and we go through the same things."
Both Harry and Pansy were still only a few inches away from each other. Harry decided to take a risk and push his questions further. "Like what kind of things? I'm not going to say anything. I just want to know since I obviously know nothing about Slytherins. Do your parents force you to become Death Eaters?"
"Let's just say becoming a Death Eater would be the least of my problems."
Harry stepped back a bit. "So, you're not a Death Eater?"
Pansy pushed her sleeve that went all the way to her wrist up to her elbow. She showed Harry her unmarked skin then went back to work with cleaning the floor.
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Luna Lovegood was sitting in a pool of tears somewhere in the Hogwarts castle. She had never felt this way before. Luna had mastered the art of shrugging off less then nice comments, she never let things get to her. But someone she truly loved had never ever hurt her.
Ginny Weasley was sitting next to Luna. She had never seen Luna this way before. As long as Ginny had known Luna she had always seen her in a dreamy state, never caring about the hurtful comments people had said to her. Ginny could only guess what Blaise had said to her.
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To Harry Potter it felt like hours had passed since Pansy Parkinson had shown him her un-marked arm. In reality only fifteen minutes had come and gone. Harry couldn't stand the silence anymore, he knew he had to say something sooner or later, and why not make it sooner then later?
Harry took a deep breath and turned to where Pansy was mopping the floor. "Listen, Pansy, I'm really sorry for asking all those questions. It was really stupid."
"Harry Potter apologizing! Amazing! But I don't accept it; you only apologized to make yourself feel better. And if you knew anything about me, which you don't, you would know I don't give a shit about people's feelings."
"You know, you would have a lot more friends if you were a tad bit nicer."
"Maybe I don't want to be nicer, not everyone wants to be Saint Potter."
"See, you don't know anything about me either. Do you think I like being known as someone that survived Voldemort as a baby? I'm known for something I don't even remember. And do you think I like having Voldemort after me? Last year I was paranoid over if something was going to happen. I got visions from him being happy, sad, angered and annoyed. I couldn't do anything about it. I just sat there knowing all of these things and I couldn't do shit. Now this year I'm not getting any visions at all, and now I'm paranoid about that. I have no clue on what he's doing; maybe he's planning an attack, I don't know. And I'm not sure if I even want to know. It's like Voldemort controls me, I just wait for him to do something. In fifth year believing what I saw cost me Sirius's life." After saying all of that Harry turned his back to Pansy and started mopping the only corner that was left dirty in the Potions classroom.
Pansy Parkinson, for the first time in her life, truly didn't know what to say. What could she say?
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Two months had passed. It was now the first night back after the winter holidays. For most people this was one of the worst days of the school year. Having to adjust back to the Hogwarts schooling routine wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to do. For others, they could care less about having to adjust; all they cared about was being back at their sanctuary.
Somewhere out in the middle of Hogwarts grounds two seventeen year old boys were drinking some very illegal fire whisky.
Blaise Zabini was lying down on the grass looking strait up at the moon, "Why couldn't we be Hufflepuffs? I mean really! They are always so happy. I wish I could be happy. Why am I not happy? I've wanted dis all me life, and now I got it, why am I not happy?"
Draco Malfoy who had drank a lot more Fire Whisky then Blaise was sitting up playing with the dagger that Lucius had gotten him for his fourteenth birthday. He was tracing the blade across his palm and all the way up to his forearm where he traced his unwanted tattoo. "Would ya rrrrreally wanna be uh Pufflehuff? I mean they'resh so freakenishly giddy an' shit. Theys scare me. Maybe Ravensclaw, they sheem normal, whatever the fuck that is."
Blaise took another swig out of the half empty bottle. "Ya know, you should really put that knife away, ya wouldn't wanna poke your eye out or somethin. That would be bad. Goin' around eyeless. Ya wanna know whats I wus thinken about? I was thinken to myself that we shoulds goin the circus! You an me! We don need no one. Not that you had anyone. You were alls alone. I change my mind, no circus, clowns scares me anyways you need a girlfrind. What about Weasley girl? She's hot."
"Yer crazy. Can't date the Weasley girl. Same reason wit you and Moon girl person… Wats 'er name?"
"Luuuuuuuuuuuuuna. Like the moon. Isn't the moon perdy?" Draco turned his head sideways to get a better look at the moon.
Blaise turned over on his stomach and punched the green ground beneath him, "She 'ates me. Not that I 'an blame 'er. I'm horrible person. Plus, it's been monthsh shince I broke'd up wit her. She gotten over me by now. Who would wanna date me anyways? I know what I'm goning ta do. Draco, give me your knife."
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It was purely fictional and nothing else. It had no hidden meaning, no secret hidden within, just random words and meaningless rambling.
