I'm baaaack. :-)
Sorry for the delay, I love you all to bits and pieces! This chapter is sort of odd compared to the others but I was in an odd sort of mood when I wrote it. I plan on updating once a week or so from now on. I know the chapter title is "Cooky Conclusions", but no it's not the end of the story just the end of the whole "prank war plot" I had going on. So Read and Review!
For the next few weeks, pranks were pulled incessantly. Draco found himself showering with frog spawn soap, and Ginny found her teacup attacking her nose at every chance. Ginny found Draco to make a delightful canary. And Draco thought Ginny's tongue looked even better purple and twice it's normal size. It had become almost impossible to eat anything for fear of it being tainted with some sort of charm or product.
Needless to say, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and Zonko's Joke Shop were making a fortune off of them.
The score stood 6-5 in Ginny's favor for a whole week until Draco finally made his move.
Ginny was just sitting by a window one day, reading a book and minding her own business when all of a sudden she felt a tingling sort of sensation in her toes. The last thing she heard before drifting off to la-la land was a slightly less than evil snicker and then a, "hey, wait a minute! What the bloody hell-aaaauugh".
Soon her eyes focused and Ginny found her self in some sort of alternate reality Malfoy mansion. The antique stairs were now a multicolored slide. The fountain of Lucius casting a spell now had Lucius with his wand up his nose, a befuddled expression, and tiny midgets playing in the water. Everything was tie-dye and swirling, and Ginny felt like she could fly. She wondered if she overdosed on LSD- again. (…just kidding about the –again.) "What on earth?" she wondered.
She spun around to find a rather disheveled and guilty looking Draco wearing a baby blue tux and a bright pink tophat with a matching pimp cane. "Draco! What did you do now?"
Draco had the decency to look rather sheepish as just then Gred and Forge, the infamous Weasley twins showed up out of nowhere.
"GINNY! What is going on here? We will not have our youngest sister daydreaming about Malfoy, it's bad enough you have to be married to him, but WANTING to DAYDREAM about him!" the twins shouted with matching faces of shocked horror.
"DAYDREAM," Ginny shouted, her infamous Weasley temper kicking in, "Draco, what the bloody hell did you do to me?"
The twins, finding that an excellent question, turned and glared at Draco.
"Well," Draco began slowly, "I placed a patented daydream charm of your brothers making on you while you were reading," he finished in one breath.
"Why would you do that you imbisol," Ginny yelled.
"I figured while you were daydreaming I could set up my other master pranks to eventually get you to surrender."
"Well, a whole lot of good that did you," Ginny remarked bitterly, "You got sucked into this dream too, now didn't you."
"Raving.." Fred began. "Lunatics," George finished.
"And you two," Ginny said, rounding on the twins, "Why are you here?"
"Well…"
"You see.."
"Um.."
"You tell her.."
"No, you tell her"
"Tell her or I'll tell Percy what really happened to his prefect badge."
"Uh…Fred"
"Yes George?"
"You're the one who ate Percy's prefect badge."
"Bugger... tasted good enough though."
"Well you did put jelly on it after all"
Ginny, having calmed down and now be highly amused, forced herself to play the part of the infuriated pain once more, "If you two don't tell me what's going on right this very minute I'll tell Percy about his badge and Ron about what really happened to PidgePodge the happy bear."
:Insert collective gasps from the twins:
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh but I would," Ginny said smirking evilly. At which, Draco grinned.
"Fine," George said defeatedly.
"You see, when we made those patented daydream charms we put a sort of-um what I mean to say is-oh alright already, we put a homing device in them which allows us to watch the users daydreams."
"How else did you think we always knew what was going on with everyone at Hogwarts?"
Ginny's eyes went wide with shock, "That's-that's-well that's—brilliant," she breathed in awe.
"And completely illegal," Draco quipped.
"Is not!" the twins shouted simultaneously.
"If you'll just draw your attention to the waiver every Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes shop customer must sign," Fred said with a business-like air, as George took out a scroll and unrolled it to it's full 14 foot length, "You'll notice it right here in the fine print," he said pointing to the smallest print Ginny had ever seen.
"There," Fred said snapping his fingers and waving his wand as the scroll rolled itself back up, "Completely legal."
"And if we do say so ourselves…" "Which we do" "Completely brilliant," George finished, while stroking his chin with a satirical air.
"But wait a second," Ginny said now turning crimson, "That time when you let me a charm for History of Magic and Harry and…." She said, trailing off discreetly.
"And that time when I stole a charm and Divination and Harry…" Draco also commented.
"Oh yes, those times," the twins answered with an air of cheerful repulsion.
"I can't decide which one of you is worse," George said thoughtfully.
"Ginny wins points for creativity but Draco wins points for overall grusomeness."
"Grusomeness, isn't a word."
"Oh, shut up!"
Ginny and Draco exchanged a confused look.
"We dueled, he lost, badly," Draco offered.
Ginny sighed, "Castration by midgets."
"I hate him," Draco explained.
"He dumped me," Ginny said thoughtfully.
"You really do have a thing for midgets, don't you?" Draco teased.
"Oh, shut up!"
After finally settling this whole fiasco Ginny slyly asked the twins, "So, this is MY daydream, right?"
"Seems so," Fred replied, bewildered at the stupidity of the question.
"So anything I want can happen, right?"
"Of course"
"Good."
And with a wish and a flick the twins were vanished along with Draco's wand. Ginny proceeded to knock Draco to the ground and tickle him mercilessly.
After a few moments of this Draco amusedly remarked, "So, what you doing, Gin?"
Ginny, concentrating on the task at hand, obviously answered, "I'm tickling you into submission so you'll surrender this whole war to me."
"Interesting," he replied with a grin, "But there's one problem."
"What's that?" Ginny said, finally looking up at his stonily impassive face.
"I'm not ticklish."
Draco laughed as a rather unladylike word escaped Ginny's mouth.
"Well fine then," she retorted, "I'm breaking out the big guns."
She held him bound to the floor with just a wish, seeing as it was her daydream and all, and reached behind her back and out popped the deadliest of all deadly creatures---a furby.
Draco's face went dead white. "But but," he sputtered, "This is impossible, that's a muggle torture contraption! Cruel and unusual punishment! This is completely implausible. You are so going to get flamed by fanfiction readers just by the sheer ridiculousness of this entire part!"
"My daydream," Ginny replied with an evil grin.
And she left Draco alone in the room with the furby sitting on top of his chest and trying to break his spirit by saying things too horribly annoying to even be posted here.
But still, Draco was strong. When Ginny came back in his eyes were bloodshot and his ears were bleeding but he refused to surrender. "Well I didn't want to resort to this but," Ginny said sadly, "Draco meet the new and improved exercising carebear and the ever-popular hokey pokey elmo."
"You can do it!" "Don't you just love to dance?" "Feed me, feed me!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, make it stop, make the madness stop!" Draco howled in evident misery.
"Say you surrender, first," Ginny said happily.
Draco glared at her, "You are evil incarnated. It's a wonder you're not a slytherin."
"I surrender," He said glaring some more.
"Promise?" she asked hesitantly.
"I promise."
"Pinky promise?" She pressed childishly.
"Weasley, in order to pinky promise you you are going to have to unbind me and turn off those inane contraptions, you do realize that right?"
Ginny slowly vanished the toys and unbound him hesitantly, "You pinky promise?"
"Yeah I pinky promise," Draco said with a sly look and an evil grin as he locked his pinky in hers. He then proceeded to tackle her to the ground and proceed to tickle her as mercilessly as she did him.
Unfortunately for Ginny, she was horribly ticklish and started giggling uncontrollably.
"Stop it-gigglegiggle-STOP IT DRACO!"
"On one condition," Draco said with a classic smirk.
"Anything!" she wheezed breathlessly.
"I get my list fulfilled as well as yours."
"That's cheating!" she protested.
"That's Slytherin," he said tickling her harder, "Besides, think of it as a truce."
"Truce!" she yelled unable to stand his tickling any longer.
"Truce," he repeated, ending his attack.
Ginny lay there catching her breath for a few moments before looking up and realizing Draco was still on top of her, his silver eyes boring into her own hazel ones. She noticed his eyes betray a flash of an indescribable emotion as a glint of silver fell out from his shirt and dangled from around his neck.
"That's weird," Ginny thought.
And then all thoughts were forgotten as the 30-minute day dream ended and they were pulled in a rush back to reality.
hah. I'm so getting flamed for this one. :-D
I know it was absurd, but review anyways and I'll love you forever!
Oh and I'm planning to do their lists in the next chapter, should be good, I hope. :-)