Ginny Weasley had been through it all. Raised with six brothers, being possessed by Lord Voldemort at a fragile age of 11, her father being fatally bitten by Voldemort's snake, her favorite brother becoming a werewolf, dating the boy-who-lived, the death of a brother, having a French blondie married into the family, becoming the guardian and aunt of twins, starting the coffee-shop and then getting twisted and strangled into an exasperating relationship with the Wizarding World's coverboy, Jake.
But there her problem lies. Perfect Jake. Jake who fell in love with Ginny the moment he saw her, the naïve, and passionate boy, groomed with riches and showered with love and polished with power. He was only one year prime of Ginny but she felt as if he was a five year old fan boy, desperately and blindly in love, and youthfully full of zeal and compassion for Ginny.
His love for Ginny inundated over her, and she found herself wrapped up in the effervescence of Jake's passions. He had given her all the raw love he had, for she was his first love and as this boy foolishly hoped, his last.
And right as Ginny found herself falling in love with this boy, he had left, rather abruptly, pushed by his father to avoid a scandal.
It was then, at the nadir of Ginny's depression period, that she met Draco Malfoy.
If he had run out of her store, never to return to the "bood-traitor's" coffee shop, then Ginny's predicament would have been nonexistent. However, he had learned her name, walked out, only to walk in again, her coffee and medicine becoming a drug for him. And as little as she liked to admit, his presence became a common habit of hers. He put her name aside and she put their past aside and he became a regular, almost a friend.
A philandering, sarcastic, sardonically flirty bastard; she was rather amused by it. He was an older, wiser version of Jake, wittier and much more pessimistic than perfect Jake would ever fear of becoming. He knew the negativities of life unlike Jake who grew up without a single failure. Draco had fallen into the depth of Kafkaesque, morbid cruelty, maybe even surpassing the unspeakable experiences of Ginny. He had taken all the wrong steps in his path, was never loved, and had never loved in return. A veteran of all the terrors and horrors life had to offer, Draco Malfoy walked into Serendipity, whose blackest of bitter coffee saved his blackest of bitter life.
Now she knew what drew her to Draco Malfoy so much even with her perfect boyfriend relentlessly by her side. They had only one thing that revived them and had kept them alive, and this was something she knew would chain them to each other in this twisted mutually parasitic relationship: coffee.
And not to mention, that he was by far the sexiest man she had ever had the great fortune to encounter.
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"Dis is ridiculous! My only girl! How could you all let her go out when she iz dis sick?"
"We're very sorry, Mrs. Weasley. But I had clearly discouraged Miss Weasley's participation in the game and had instructed her to see Madame Pomfrey. Nobody forced Gabrielle Weasley into playing in the game." Draco apologized, for the umpteenth time, his cheeks flushing pink with frustration.
"And I will not allow such ruckus noise in my hospitality, Mrs. Weasley," Madame Pomfrey stated, red in the face, furious from the wild commotion that Feur Delacour, I mean Weasley, was stirring.
"Yes, honey, calm down. Look, Gaby's fine now. She's resting." Bill said, sitting his beloved wife Fleur on the chair next to Gaby's bed.
"Or at least trying to." Ginny muttered, barely audibly. Next to her, Spencer and Draco sniggered, receiving dark looks from Bill.
"I just cannot accept dis! If something bad happens to Gaby…"
"What more could happen? She went unconscious but she's sleeping now. Unless her eardrums get popped out while she's lying here, I'm sure she'll be up and running by tomorrow, unfortunately." Spencer grumbled.
"Do you not worry about your own sister?"
"Of course I worry. I worry 24/7, everywhere I go, wherever I am. But do you see me bouncing off the walls just because Gaby's got herself in a hospital bed for the, what, hundredth time in this school? One more injury and she might just break the school record! You can't just come rushing in here, blabbering and making such a racket every time she hurts herself!"
Fleur, rendered speechless, pretended that she didn't hear him and went on sobbing uncontrollably all over Gaby's bed.
"I will have order in my hospital wing!" Madame Pomfrey repeated furiously.
"Oh, leave her be. She's French and emotional." Ginny said.
"Gin, please." Bill said, earning sympathy from Ginny with his tired voice.
They sighed in collective silence and stood around, watching Fleur in hysterics over her tiny, pale daughter.
Professor McGonagall came in precisely at the right time before things got awkward and began business. "Now, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I will be needing a small talk in my office later. Professor Snape's potion is now ready so if I could have you, Mr. Malfoy and Miss Weasley retrieve that from his room that would be lovely. And Mrs. Weasley, I'm afraid the portraits outside are wondering if someone had died so please compose yourself."
Fleur sobered up and gave McGonagall a dirty look. She took the arm of her husband and they followed the professor out as Draco followed Ginny out as well.
Spencer sighed and fell into the bed next to Gaby's finally at peace.
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As if she had not encountered enough awkward moments in her life, Ginny wondered if this was Voldemort, coming back to life for revenge in form of the longest walk to the potions dungeon she had ever been forced into. She never would have thought a simple trip to the dungeon would be this mortifying.
And apparently, she was not alone.
"Weasley, if this goes on for another second, I might as well just kill myself."
"I, Mr. Malfoy, have no idea what you are speaking of. But nonetheless, go ahead. Nobody's stopping you."
"Can I at least try to apologize?"
"Apologize for what?"
"You know… the whole Egypt, coffee, snog…"
Ginny whipped around, a blazing look on her face. "For your information, Mr. Malfoy, nothing happened."
He rolled his eyes. "Well of course nothing happened. But the truth is that something did happen and even if we say it didn't, it did and we need to be able to accept the fact that it didn't not happen."
Ginny gaped blankly.
"What?"
"What I mean is, normally, I wouldn't get all fussy wussy about a small snog but you're being so… frigid about it. And I just feel I have to patch things up between us."
"There's nothing to patch up."
"I know you're dating your coverboy boyfriend. I know that you two are foolishly lovebirds, etcetera, etcetera, and I would be a pathetic, undignified man to rip a couple apart. And I could easily erase everything from my memory, no matter how hard it would be, but you've got to stop acting like a bloody… just stop!"
"Fine. Fine. Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. Not a single bloody thing. Now what do you want."
"Well, if you ask it so vaguely, there are many things I want, Weasley." He drawled, a playful smirk playing at his lips. Oh, those lips of God.
Ginny stopped abruptly outside the door, almost missing it as Draco skidded to a halt right behind her. Ginny sighed and pushed into the bleak classroom
"Hello?" She asked hesitantly around the empty classroom.
"Professor Snape?"
"Is he not in?"
"Maybe. He might have gone to the hospital wing himself."
"Oh, bloody fucking hell."
"Now, was there a need for profanity?"
"I bloody walked all the way here for the damn potion and oh great. There was no point of nearly wanting to throw myself out the window…"
"Goodness, Weasley, it's not a big problem. We'll just head back…"
"No, it's not that simple. Jake and I have been through the worst together. He does not deserve to be tossed around like this. He loves me more than I could possibly offer him and it's just not fair!"
"I thought nothing happened, Weasley."
"Well of course we can say that all we want but we both know damn well that something did happen and I'm not going to lie to him. He might be the ruddiest boyfriend ever but he's been so, completely devoted the whole time. I can't believe myself to fall into your bloody seduction."
"Oh, I'm sorry?"
"Yeah! That's right; you kissed me. Did I ask for it? How dare you? You're despicable and dirty, kissing an unavailable woman like that. How could you? Do you feel no shame at all?"
"Do you think I make it a habit to do this? I slipped once. It happened and I'm sorry and it won't happen again. People make mistakes. Now, I could escort you back to the hospital wing or not, but I believe this is the end of the conversation."
"No. It's not."
"Oh, please, Weasley, you're not making anything better. It's one kiss. It's not going to ruin your life forever, okay? If you really love your wonderful Jake, this shouldn't be tripping you up so much."
"Are you accusing me of not loving Jake?"
"I am accusing you of nothing."
"Because I love Jake. Jake and I have been through too much… something like this shouldn't be able to break us apart."
"Fantastic! Then I believe this subject is over and was over, as it was before we even got here. I apologize again, but I hope you are really able to leave this to rest. I don't feel I should ever have a need to repent for my mistake again after we have specifically decided to put it behind us and treat it as if it never happened."
"And how the bloody hell do you think that could possibly work? When I'm supposed to be so in love with Jake yet the only thing that's on my mind is snogging you."
In one fluid step, Draco was a mere hairline away from her, and he could feel her quivering breath on his neck. He leaned in towards her, only to be immobilized by her words before. He could not kiss her now, again. Things have already been exacerbated to the point of doubtful revival but he knew the moment he kissed her again, all would be lost. He could block all thoughts of one incredible snog in an alleyway of Egypt, exchanging the deepest of espresso beans, but erasing another would be a virtually impossible task for him.
Draco turned abruptly away and strode over to the door, opening it slowly. After a few deathly silent moments passed, Ginny was finally able to pick up her feet and made it to the door, nodding slightly on the way out. She took two steps out of the classroom where Draco heaved a sigh and prepared to follow her out but could not move. She turned around, questioningly with a slight frown on her face.
He gazed intently at her face, not knowing at exactly what, but he took in every tiny detail, every eyelash, every freckle. Never had he been so tied up with a woman, so wound, so twisted… perhaps she had put a spell on him, that evil vixen.
It was all or none and all was already lost.
Draco instead grabbed her wrist, dragging her back into the classroom. She lost footing and swayed, but he had already pulled her into his arm, slammed the door shut, and pushed her against the hard, wooden door, his lips immediately molding into hers.
She reacted almost immediately, too caught up in the heat of the moment, forgot completely about Jake, and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down closer to her as his hand slid down to her hips. She was pressed up against him, mouths scouring each other. His tongue made quick caresses mirroring those of his hands at the small of her back, and every contact point felt as if it was on fire.
Her hands betrayed her when they nudged his black robes to the ground. His breath quickened in surprise and responded by broadening the strokes of his tongue. She softened beneath him, sighing into his breaths. He was everywhere, feeling everywhere. Whatever distance had been between them had closed. Not a single beat passed in which they broke contact.
Desperately, he rained his kisses down her collarbone, hot and searing her bare skin, burning every square millimeter of her. She thrust her head back, gasping, her back arching, bringing her body even closer to his, arousing him, and he bit reflexively at the nape of her neck.
"Wait, wait… Malfoy, wait, stop… STOP!"
He detached himself from her jawline and looked down, breathing heavily.
"We can't- what the hell are we doing?"
"I have no idea."
Ginny slipped her hands from his head and in return, he stepped back, his arms falling back to his sides. He brought a hand up to tame his immensely disheveled hair, and they both stood, rendered speechless.
"I have to tell Jake the truth."
"No you don't."
"I have to tell him."
"There's nothing to tell."
Ginny looked up, her eyes no longer dazed. "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes."
Ginny nodded slowly, turning at her feet. Draco wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, feeling the hot air breath out of his nose.
"No."
Before he knew even what he was doing, he held her up by her waist, her legs wrapping themselves around his hips, and he carried her to the nearest desk, his fingers tenderly stroking her soft cheeks. She sat at the edge of the desk, and his arms were on either side of her, leaning forward on the desk, forcing her incline down to the surface. In the millimeter between them, they breathed and sighed into the same, sweaty air. But before he could reattach himself to her bruised lips, the door swung open and Professor Snape stalked in, either furious or livid, they're both the same word.
"Out. Out. Out now."
"Sorry, Professor."
"Out."
"I'm really sorry. We didn't mean for this to happen and all. We just came down to retrieve…"
"GET OUT!"
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The next day, Draco entered the hospital wing with two books in his hand and a disgruntled look on his face. Spencer looked up and nodded.
"Good morning, Professor."
"I have the books Flitwick wanted to give you."
"Thank you. Would you like a drink?"
"Whiskey would be nice."
Spencer chuckled and headed over to the office while Draco plopped down on bed next to Gaby's. Spence came back with an ice coffee in hand which Draco grabbed and swallowed down in one.
"That's not water, you know, Professor." Gaby's voice perked.
Draco spat out all the liquid in his mouth, feeling it go up his nasal passage as well and he looked down at the girl on the bed, a wicked grin on her face.
"You're up!"
"Yes, she's been up all morning." Spence said, a clearly cross countenance (A:N/ ALLITERATION!) etched on his face.
"Oh, please, you know you've never had more fun in your life than two hours with your favorite sister. How'd your date go, professor?"
Spencer frowned. "Date?"
"It was okay. Thank you very much for asking." Draco mumbled, flashing a warning.
"Is she still with Jake?" Gaby asked testily.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask her yourself?"
"What date?" Spencer asked, louder.
"Professor went on a date with auntie yesterday."
He gaped at his professor. "Oh! No wonder! I thought something smelled a little fishy in here all yesterday. And when you came back alone after going to the dungeons with Aunt Gaby…"
"So… professor… what's the verdict?"
"That is none of your business."
"She's our aunt! Nobody can see her without our permission… which reminds me is another reason why we hate Jakie Wakie." Gaby's nose scrunched up at the thought of Jake.
Draco sighed and put his glass down. "Well I don't know so much if she would see me. She's so up in her head with commitment with our dear coverboy."
"But you want to, right?"
One perfectly arched eyebrow shot up. "Do I want to?"
"We asked you that!"
"Do I want to, eh?"
"Okay, now you're just avoiding the question." Spencer said, frustration lining his voice.
Draco shook his head. "No, the question is this: Why would you two rather have me date your aunt than Jake Diggory? I've been with more women in my life than he had ever fantasized about. I'm the one with commitment issues and the lack of knowledge on how to treat a woman right. Jake Diggory is the one who would buy your aunt flowers and chocolates and diamonds."
"Which is exactly why he doesn't deserve her."
"Even if I wanted to be, I could never be with your aunt for longer than a week or two. And then I might sleep with her and it would be over. That's how Draco Malfoy works. I sleep with rich, blonde, powerful bimbo daughters. Not people like your aunt who obviously deserve far better treatment than that, and from what I see, Jake Diggory can deliver."
"At least you're not ashamed of her."
Gaby sighed. "And goodness gracious, I have to admit, she hasn't been hot and heavy for a hard on for quite some time." (A/N: MORE ALLITERATIONS… WOW. I'M NOT EVEN MEANING TO DO THEM EITHER.)
"Gaby that was the most unnecessarily repulsive thing I've ever heard you say."
"Why, Spence? You know it's true. Even you've been at it more than she has the past year… or week…"
"GABY!"
"Whoops."
Draco chuckled. "No need to try to keep it from me. I knew something happened the moment I saw you and Miss Amoretti the day after… or shall I say… not see you and Miss Amoretti the day after."
Spencer scowled. "It was a bloody drunken mistake."
"That you were such an ass about." Gaby muttered loudly.
Draco nodded. "You just can't do that to a woman, no matter how promiscuous or provocative she may seem."
The twins looked at Draco blankly.
"You're one to talk, mister, "I sleep with rich, blonde, powerful bimbo daughters.""
"I know I am not the one who should be chiding you on this subject matter, but it's only because you remind me so much of myself… at least physically, and I would hate to see you end up like me. I wondered what exactly happened that made Ophelia… well…"
Spencer frowned. "Like what?"
"Well she's sort of distanced herself."
"What do you mean?"
"Actually showing up to prefect duties, meetings with me, doing all her work… mind you, she was an incredibly bright witch who never did her homework before you… well… broke her heart. I hope you feel ashamed of yourself. You sit there, the same man, as if nothing happened but she's beating herself to death. You're a horrible, horrible boy, Spencer Weasley. I had better hopes of you."
"Yeah? Well, can't I say the same about you? What really happened with our aunt? You can't act as if nothing happened, professor. We're not retarded."
"Because nothing really did happen."
Spencer gawked at his professor. "Wow. I don't believe it. You're whipped."
"I'm what?"
"You're whipped."
"I am not… whipped."
"Professor Malfoy, you are very much whipped," Gaby stated, as if it resolved the argument.
"I am… no such thing…"
"You looooove our aunt. You looooooooove her!"
"What?!"
"You don't want to hurt her so you're trying to hide everything that happened. You can't hide anything, professor." Gaby slammed the Daily Prophet in her hand on the table beside her bed, causing Draco to jump up. She nudged at the page.
The most sought after single bachelor… no longer single?
Below the smashing headlines was a grand picture of Draco and Ginny, hand in hand, running from the frenzied fans and paparazzi.
"Potter is taking over the ministry and yet the headline news is this trash?"
"Tell us exactly what happened."
"Whatever happened, I am not… 'whipped.'"
"We'll be the judge of that."
He sighed, surrendering. "It was one kiss. In an alleyway while hiding from these mad people. You know sometimes, claustrophobia can lead you to be delusional and do things without meaning to. And she wasn't shutting up at all about how bitter the coffee beans were in her mouth."
"And?"
"Nothing. Nothing happened."
Spencer rolled his eyes. "Oh please. There must be a reason why you came back from the dungeons, first off, without our aunt, and your eyes all bleared and clothes disheveled and the most repulsed look on Snape's face."
"I didn't know what I was doing, okay?!"
"He's whipped."
"Definitely whipped."
"Whipped like a chocolate sundae."
"I am not 'whipped' or whatever nonsense you children are pulling from your ass. But I'm not the one who sleeps with a girl, then calls her a slut and walks off. Or I don't sit here so peacefully when the poor guy who saved your life is preparing to avada himself if you refuse to talk to him again." Draco replied, frustrated, and stalked out of the hospital wing.
"What's he on about? Who wants to avada himself?" Gaby asked.
"Well, Mike found out you got sick and went down to the pitch to say sorry before your game but he found you practically unconscious and brought you here. I thought you remembered, though, but…"
"No, I didn't."
"Well, he's been pretty miserable. Looked like a total wreck when the rest of us got here. I guess he supposed it was his fault."
"Well… well, it was."
"You're just saying that now because you swore to yourself you'd blame it on him. But you know he's dead sorry and he didn't mean for anything like this to happen."
"Well what am I supposed to do about it?
"I don't know. What do we do?"
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Potions. Potions class never failed the thrill Ophelia Amoretti. She got goosebumps and adrenaline rushes from potions class.
In other words, she was suicidal. She leaned her head back in her chair. She was a sly, sexy Slytherin girl, nonetheless an effortlessly smart prefect, so what was there that Sevvie Snapie could possibly object about? She wasn't a know-it-all, nor a complete dunderhead, but she got things done efficiently and with no trouble in the classroom.
But when Spencer Weasley came bumbling into the classroom, making a beeline dash for the seat next to her, she knew she would have an interesting day.
He sat there, stiff and catching his breath for a moment while Ophelia looked at him, amused.
"Ophelia, I'm--"
Professor Snape slammed his books on his desk. "Class has started and I don't remember giving instructions to speak, Mr. Weasley."
Spencer shut up and sat obediently, his leg shaking.
"Phelia- I…"
"How many times must I repeat clear warnings, Mr. Weasley? If you have something so important to say to Miss Amoretti, take care of it after class."
"Yes, sir."
She could not help observe Spencer's restlessness; she had to admit, it was drop dead entertaining as hell. There were agitated creases along his flawless features and his eyes were obviously not focused on Professor Snape. When he finally listed the instructions for the… whatever it was potion they were making that day, Spencer drew out a long awaited sigh and turned to face Ophelia.
"Phelia, I'm an asshole."
"Dully noted."
"Shall I get the newt beans- stupid question; I'll get it." Spencer scrambled out of his seat to the supplies cabinet while Ophelia stayed behind, all her energy used to hold back her giggles of mirth.
"You crush the beans, I'll chop the tails." She said when he came back with the vials. He nodded and they went busily to work.
"Anyhow, I'm sorry. I don't know if it's too late for apologies or anything… but I'm so…"
"Bullshit!" Ophelia exclaimed suddenly.
Spencer stared and gulped. "What?"
She looked up and smiled. "Oh, no, go on, I dropped the tail end."
He cleared his throat and continued his well prepared speech. "Well, um… as I was saying… I'm rea- oh, please, now that's not fair." He stopped, as he saw her wipe away tears of which he soon realized were tears of joy.
She laughed. "I'm sorry, I just can't help it. You? Apologize? And when has the world come to an end?"
"It's not my fault! Yesterday Professor Malfoy was spewing this tale about how you were up in the corner of your room playing with mushrooms… oh, Merlins, I'm an idiot to believe him."
"Well, I have to admit, I have not laughed internally harder before than I have the past half an hour in this classroom."
He chuckled. "So… we're okay?"
"Well I don't know. You never know when I'll just go rush back into my room and grow all assortments of fungi but I'll think about it, yeah, thanks."
"How you mock me so."
"You've lost your sharpness, little boy. The old Spencer Weasley would have seen how amused I was by your fumbling and mumbling and whole apologizing attempt the second you walked in here."
"Yeah, well, I guess after a week or so without your furtive, devious ways, I lose my touch at catching those things."
"Ah, yes, maybe that is the reason."
Spencer sighed and tossed the crushed beans away to the side. "Anyways, I'm still an asshole and I really am sorry for what I said."
"You think a girl would still get caught up in stuff like that? I mean, if anyone, I should be the one apologizing. I overreacted."
"Are we friends?"
"No, Spencer Weasley, we are the worst of enemies."
"No, really. I kept telling myself the whole week that I should apologize… and then another side of me would say, 'apologize for what? What is there to patch up?' But there is, right? I mean, even if you don't want to be my friend, at least… we're acquaintances or something? Or…"
Ophelia gaped at Spencer and laughed. "Do you live in a hole, Spence? I always knew you were socially awkward but not to this extent. We're not toddlers. You don't have to go around asking if I'm your friend or not. You're about ten years too old for that."
"Well, what else am I supposed to do?"
"Spence… we're friends."
"Okay. Just making sure."
"Social recluse." She said, throwing a skewt bone at him, hitting him square in his right cheek. It left a red stain.
Spencer turned slowly on his feet and looked at her.
"Now that was completely unnecessary."
Spencer grabbed a few bean peels from the end of the table and stuck it up her left nostril. She shrieked in surprise.
"Detention! To think two prefects in this school would display such childish behavior… unacceptable!" Professor Snaped barked.
The two prefects bowed their heads down and resumed… 'work.'
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"Look who's come out of his shell."
Mike chuckled, sitting beside her. "How you feeling, ace?"
Gaby shrugged and sat up in her bed. "I've had better days."
"Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's two in the morning."
"Why would you be here if I was sleeping? That's a scary thought now. Stalking me?"
"I wasn't sure what you'd do if you actually saw me…"
"Why- oh right. I forgot for a bit. I hate you."
"Now, Miss Weasley, that's not nice."
"You're a bastard. You ignore me for a week, then ditch tutoring, get me sick and make me lose the game."
"Correction: postpone the game."
"Either way, Caleb Libby comes in here gloating."
"Did he really?"
"No, but I could see it in his eyes. No matter. I broke it off anyways."
"For what reason?"
"I realized it's not a wise idea dating someone from another house during Quidditch season, nonetheless, someone on the Quidditch team."
Mike chuckled. "And ever so insightful you are."
"So what is your business here? I hate you, remember?"
"I came to apologize. But I didn't think you'd be awake so I didn't get to prepare but…"
"Oh just do the deeds and hop into bed, young sir."
"Gaby I am really sorry. I am sorry to the point of no return. I really did not mean to miss the tutoring and I especially did not mean for you to get sick and pass out and everything but I don't think I'm in the position to make excuses. I don't know what I can do to regain your trust and everything. I was just such a bastard after the banquet and I didn't mean half the things I said…"
"Only half?"
"I didn't mean most of what I said."
Gaby snorted. "What's the pitiful part you did mean?"
"That Caleb Libby is a dumb bloke?"
"Ah, I see, in that case, you're forgiven. Hop in, cowboy."
Mike frowned. "I can't do that."
"Oh come on, nobody's my friend until I've thoroughly cuddled and smothered you."
Mike sighed and lied down on her bed tentatively. Gaby thrust her arms and legs over him and stretched, her elbow at his neck and her leg across his stomach, making him go blue.
"You know, while I was passed out, I had a strange dream. A recollection, more like."
"Y-eah?" He choked out.
"Before the banquet… did you or did you not promise me that you'd tell me your real name if I got aced a defense against the darks test?"
"Now did I?"
"Absolutely. From now on, I don't think you can ditch out on any more tutoring sessions." She said, slyly.
"Sure… but it all depends on your performance during the sessions."
"We'll see. We'll see. I'll get to the bottom of your dirty little secret."
"I wish you the best of luck, then."
Gaby laughed out loud and promptly fell asleep, oblivious to how painfully she was suffocating Mike.
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Draco wandered into Serendipity, almost as if he was lost, as if the world could not move any slower. He collapsed on a stool and slammed his head onto the counter.
"Mr. Malfoy," she said, tensely. "How can I help you?"
Draco looked up from the stool and ran his hands through his unkempt hair. "Apparently, I'm whipped."
"Who told you that?"
"Your charming niece and nephew."
"I will never understand the new modern colloquial vernacular."
Draco shook his head. "I don't even know what it means to be whipped. But apparently, I'm whipped, and apparently, I'm whipped with you."
"Well, then, speaking of whipped, would you consider a whipped café con leche?"
"You know I would have anything you give me."
Moments later, a foaming cup of café con leche was sitting in front of him, waiting eagerly.
"Drink up."
But Draco instead pushed the mug aside and instead peered fixedly into her eyes. "I am not boyfriend material. I cannot be in a relationship with you… for many reasons. You know that, right?"
"Of course I know that."
"Then is this all the doings of one single kiss?"
"If you're talking about…"
"You love Jake Diggory and I love my nonexistent love life the way it is."
"But?"
"Do you not see what's happened to me?"
"Not quite."
"I have bags under my eyes. My hair won't stay put. We need to clean up our little mess, Weasley."
Ginny sighed. "I am ending things with Jake."
Draco's eyes perked up. "You are?"
"There's even news about us now. He's bound to know and even so…"
"You can't break up with him!"
She frowned. "I thought…"
"You can't break up with Diggory."
"Why?"
"Because! You break up with him and fall into bachelorette mode and then nothing would stop me from wanting you more and you can already see how you are so unhealthy for my complexion."
"Excuse me?! You can't tell me what to do and not to do just because you're afraid of blemishing." Ginny outraged.
"No, Weasley, you don't get it. If you do this, you'll be breaking the norm."
"What, the norm being that I keep dating a man who I don't even love anymore and continue cheating on him mentally every time you walk in here with your eyes screaming desire and eyeing each other's lips? If you thought I was that kind of woman, you are terrifyingly wrong."
"You can't leave a man like Jake Diggory for someone like me."
"Ever so supercilious. Who said anything about breaking up with him to be with you? I can't stand myself in Jake and my relationship. I don't want to stay with him because no matter how much I try, I can't forget the infidelity we've done."
Before Draco could reply, however, the old, rotting door flung open, bearing the figure of Jake Diggory himself.
"Ginny. Let's get married."
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I just got so tired, I got too lazy to fabricate and detail the dialogues and such. So towards the end, if you didn't notice, the sentence turn into simpleton, uncharacteristic, and bland statements but suck that and boo hoo.
Another 5000+ chapter come and gone. I can't believe how much I'm actually writing now. it seems like this 20 page chapter is a normal chapter length now and I worry for my sanity.
But then again, of course, you lovely readers keep me from that.
Anyways, if you're a horrible fanfic-reader like me and never really bother to read through long and tedious chapters, that's fine. But I really recommend the Spencer-Ophelia encounter. Because even I laughed out loud while writing it. Oh sometimes I can be just so clever hah. Hah. Hah. Hah.
I hate my writing style now. I really do. I just read the Scarlet Letter and Pride and Prejudice and now I write like a fucking poet- wannabe except the fact that Hawthorne can pull it off and obviously, I can't. I hate it! I really do. I adore this story but I really wish I would just settle down and find one type of style. Ah, well, I guess that's what fanfiction dot net is for and what YOU GUYS' REVIEWS ARE FOR.
Anyone try reading this whole story at once?
I did. And I was appalled. If you ever get bored and find too much time on your hands, go read some of the beginning chapters. Spencer is such a horny little boy but he's such a rigid stick now. So if you haven't noticed, he's a bit more chill now. I hope the character fluctuations is not too horrible.
Anyways. A lot of you have been tripping out because of Jake or Anna or Caleb. Well, Caleb got taken care of here, and Anna got taken care of in the first draft of this chapter (but I totally changed it so she's not even in it) and Jake is still here. Huh…
Huh…
Anyways, hope y'all liked the cliffhanger
And hope you guys review because you know that's the only thing keeping me into this loooooooooooooooong story now.
Some questions:
I NEED IDEAS FOR NEXT CHAPTER. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WANT THEM TO DO NOW. SUGGESTIONS???
I love you all VERY much.
(p.s. I watched Bridget Jones's Diary recently. Hilarious. Highly recommend it. :D)
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