My Blonde-haired Soldier
By Otakuprincess
Author's Note: Well, well, this is my first HP fic ever. It is a songfic based on "Travelin Soldier" by the Dixie Chicks. I hope it turns out well, and that I get loads and loads of reviews. Mwah ha hahah. And if I get lots of good reviews, I might write more HP fics. Incentive. Also, flames are accepted. Arigato!
Ginny ducked as another plate came flying at her.
"Come on, you stupid Weasley! At least give us some damn customer service!" Pansy Parkinson jeered at her along with a large group of Slytherins.
"Why do you have to be so mean? I'm doing the best I can. We're all supposed to be working together, now." Ginny replied the best she could.
"Us? Together? You don't really believe all that bullshit, do you? The Dark Lord has not been defeated yet. Until then, we will do what we want."
Ginny turned away and began to sweep up the broken china. She had been working in The Three Broomsticks for only a couple of days, and already, almost the entire school knew she was there. It was only a matter of hours before the Slytherins were cramming in to mock her.
"Stupid Weasley! Your father should arrest himself for all the Muggle junk in his garage. Or is he trying to become a Muggle, eh?"
It was Ginny's 6th year at Hogwarts, and it was probably the darkest time of her life. So many of her family and friends were preparing for the war – the last stand against Voldemort's forces. She knew about Trelawnley's prophecy, but she was still worried. Already, hundreds of wizards had died in the war. And Ginny had a feeling that the danger was about to hit Hogwarts.
Suddenly, the bell at the front of the pub rang. Draco Malfoy stumbled in, drenched in rain. His blonde hair was soaked, looking more like rags every second. Rather than sitting with his fellow house-mates, Draco sat down in a corner booth.
Ginny didn't blame him. Draco's malicious father had been found dead in the Forbidden Forest over three weeks ago. It was said that Voldemort himself had murdered Lucious, for being too rash...
"Ms. Weasley, please!"
The owner of the pub sighed as another butterbeer was wasted on the floor.
"Please, Ms. Weasely, that's the third one today..."
"I'm sorry. I really am."
Ginny ran over to get a replacement, and then delivered them to the three Hufflepuffs sitting in the back. She then walked over to Draco's table.
"Malfoy...can I take your order?" Ginny asked politely.
"Yeah, Weasely. Two butterbeers and a jam tart." Draco grunted.
"Anything else I can help with?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah. Don't call me Malfoy anymore." Draco said, looking up. "I hate that name. It's my father's name."
"Well there's nothing wrong with that. It's still your name. But I'll call you Draco, if you like."
"Alright, Ginny."
thought Oh my god. He called me Ginny. He used my real name! Something really is wrong... thought
"Draco, something's wrong. I know about your father, but that can't be it. There has to be something else." Ginny took the plunge, hoping Draco wouldn't kill her for it.
"Nah. You wanna sit down and talk for a while?" Draco asked, moving over.
"Oh...I can't right now. My shift's over in an hour, if you want to talk then. I know somewhere private we can go. It's a bit far, but---"
"That's fine. I don't mind walking a little."
"Okay. I'll come back over when my shift's done."
With all of the Slytherins staring at her, Ginny went back to the kitchen to get two butterbeers and a jam tart.
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Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
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Well, did you like it? Please day you liked it! In fact, don't tell me now. REVIEW!!! And then I'll update.
Author's Note: Well, well, this is my first HP fic ever. It is a songfic based on "Travelin Soldier" by the Dixie Chicks. I hope it turns out well, and that I get loads and loads of reviews. Mwah ha hahah. And if I get lots of good reviews, I might write more HP fics. Incentive. Also, flames are accepted. Arigato!
Ginny ducked as another plate came flying at her.
"Come on, you stupid Weasley! At least give us some damn customer service!" Pansy Parkinson jeered at her along with a large group of Slytherins.
"Why do you have to be so mean? I'm doing the best I can. We're all supposed to be working together, now." Ginny replied the best she could.
"Us? Together? You don't really believe all that bullshit, do you? The Dark Lord has not been defeated yet. Until then, we will do what we want."
Ginny turned away and began to sweep up the broken china. She had been working in The Three Broomsticks for only a couple of days, and already, almost the entire school knew she was there. It was only a matter of hours before the Slytherins were cramming in to mock her.
"Stupid Weasley! Your father should arrest himself for all the Muggle junk in his garage. Or is he trying to become a Muggle, eh?"
It was Ginny's 6th year at Hogwarts, and it was probably the darkest time of her life. So many of her family and friends were preparing for the war – the last stand against Voldemort's forces. She knew about Trelawnley's prophecy, but she was still worried. Already, hundreds of wizards had died in the war. And Ginny had a feeling that the danger was about to hit Hogwarts.
Suddenly, the bell at the front of the pub rang. Draco Malfoy stumbled in, drenched in rain. His blonde hair was soaked, looking more like rags every second. Rather than sitting with his fellow house-mates, Draco sat down in a corner booth.
Ginny didn't blame him. Draco's malicious father had been found dead in the Forbidden Forest over three weeks ago. It was said that Voldemort himself had murdered Lucious, for being too rash...
"Ms. Weasley, please!"
The owner of the pub sighed as another butterbeer was wasted on the floor.
"Please, Ms. Weasely, that's the third one today..."
"I'm sorry. I really am."
Ginny ran over to get a replacement, and then delivered them to the three Hufflepuffs sitting in the back. She then walked over to Draco's table.
"Malfoy...can I take your order?" Ginny asked politely.
"Yeah, Weasely. Two butterbeers and a jam tart." Draco grunted.
"Anything else I can help with?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah. Don't call me Malfoy anymore." Draco said, looking up. "I hate that name. It's my father's name."
"Well there's nothing wrong with that. It's still your name. But I'll call you Draco, if you like."
"Alright, Ginny."
thought Oh my god. He called me Ginny. He used my real name! Something really is wrong... thought
"Draco, something's wrong. I know about your father, but that can't be it. There has to be something else." Ginny took the plunge, hoping Draco wouldn't kill her for it.
"Nah. You wanna sit down and talk for a while?" Draco asked, moving over.
"Oh...I can't right now. My shift's over in an hour, if you want to talk then. I know somewhere private we can go. It's a bit far, but---"
"That's fine. I don't mind walking a little."
"Okay. I'll come back over when my shift's done."
With all of the Slytherins staring at her, Ginny went back to the kitchen to get two butterbeers and a jam tart.
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Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
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Well, did you like it? Please day you liked it! In fact, don't tell me now. REVIEW!!! And then I'll update.