Chapter 5: Bleeders
In which the Bleeders are named and I refuse to become a Photographer.
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Does Weasley ever talk to either of you? Colin asks Seamus and me over our nightly rounds of Wizard Chess in the Gryffindor common room.
Nope, Seamus says not looking up from his graphic novel. I shake my head as a vague answer.
Me neither. Stuck up bitch! She looks right past you, doesn't see you. Like you don't exist. Colin moves a white pawn . Your turn. Does she talk to you?
Me? No. I stare at the black-and-white squares of the chessboard.
Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
Colin grimaces. I keep trying, but whenever I get near, she takes off. Like I'm the fucking invisible man or some shit.
Who's that? I ask
Never mind. It's your turn, you know.
I tell my rook to move, and when it refuses I prod him with my wand. Listen, about Ginny—
I know, mate. Good Samaritan, "leave her alone" and all that. Don't bother.
Listen to Neville, Colin. What about her being with Harry?
You think a hot arse like hers will stick to just one guy?
Suppose, Seamus shrugs. Have you seen how she's cut off her hair? It's buzzed in the back but a bit longer in the front, and with those eyes—all that girl needs is a dragon hide jacket and a motorbike.
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Word had spread about the resurgence of Dumbledore's Army. Students I didn't know were slipping notes into my bag. Some were curious about what the group did; others who knew of it from Umbridge's short reign wanted to know how I was planning on getting away with it.
I told them I couldn't make promises. I didn't have the details together yet. After a few days of this, I couldn't get around ambiguities anymore.
It's going to be dangerous. It's training for the fight of your life.
They all wanted in.
It had turned out that the special uniform Snape was now enforcing to distinguish between blood statuses was no new uniform at all. Students who had their blood status cleared by the Ministry were allowed to wear their house colors, as all the students had before. Only approved students could sit at the front tables in the Great Hall.
All the rest of us, and I was now included in this list after failing all three of this term's Muggle Studies exams, could only wear black and grey. We were supposed to be treated as 'guests' in own common rooms, and if caught referring to ourselves as Ravenclaws or Gryffindors, we received automatic level 1 detentions. We now belonged to Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, although it was made clear that now nobody would care where we belonged.
We were now the Bleeders. It was a term I'd first heard by a few of the second years, but it had been instantaneously adopted by all those of muddled blood status. It referred to Snape's segregation of the house tables, which placed all of us in the nosebleed section, hence, the Bleeders.
The only upside was that Snape and the Carrows didn't seem to care when Bleeders of different houses sat at different Bleeder house tables. Losing the right to sport our house colors made it difficult for newcomers like the Carrows to notice, and Snape walked with his nose so high in the air he couldn't see below the window ledges. As soon as we realized this I began to eat meals at with the Ravenclaw Bleeders.
Over the past few weeks I'd had my fair share of Colin.
Neville, I'm so glad I can talk to you again. You have a fabulous pair of ears, you know. This meant more time with Luna.
I've really missed that. Most people wander off after listening to me for a minute or so. Luna drabbled on, staring off at the cloudy ceiling. But it's not your fault it's been hell. Luna doesn't touch her breakfast, but keeps her stream of chatter. And to be honest, I had missed our one-sided conversations.
But I can't believe I forgot! Neville, tell me all about your plans for Dumbledore's Army.
And that was how Luna arranged the first meeting of the DA. It would be at the end of the week, held in the Room of Requirement. Once the news spread, Friday came far too soon and I found myself with Luna and Ginny, preparing the Room for the first meeting.
Isn't this just like old times? Luna has her wand out, sending streamers into the far corners of the room for decoration. I don't know what I should be doing.
What if it was just me and Ginny? She would ask me how I am. And call me 'Nev'.
Fine, I would say. I spilled my pumpkin juice twice at lunch today, I forgot to water my Mimbulus Mimbletonia, I had these nervous twinges and a couple of migraines, but otherwise I'm fine. Ginny, do you want to run away with me?
Yes. Where to?
I don't know. Anywhere. As long as we're together.
I step back to see all of Luna's handiwork. Lost in Ginny's imaginary words, I trip on the real Ginny, standing right behind me.
Ginny, I'm so sorry I don't see-
No, its fine I'm alright. Then, so I can barely hear she asks, Nev, do I bother you?
Not at all. Why?
Well, maybe it's a bit too much. She bites her lip, and I understand. Am I coming on too strong for you?
No, it's okay.
Well, I was thinking of something.
Luna hangs the last streamer and begins to conjure large glittery letters for a welcome banner. After each letter is placed she glances over at us, confusion in her arched brow.
What? I whisper.
A treat. Ginny makes no effort to lower her voice. This girl shakes me up and tosses me around. I'm lost in her hands.
What are you thinking about?
Some guys put an idea into my head. Luna is defiantly listening to us now. I try to keep my voice as concerned as a friend-of-a-friend should sound when spoken to like this.
What guys?
Guys scouting around. Ginny's steady brown eyes keep tracking me.
Scouting for what?
Dirty pictures.
Luna, I gasp, W-why don't you have a look out in the hall and see if you can find everyone? Maybe they couldn't figure out the trick door.
Luna frowns at neither of us, but nods and leaves the Room of Requirement. I sit down in a nearby chair for strength, but Ginny takes the opportunity to sit on my lap.
A lot of amateurs take pictures these days. Pictures that move, and moan and cum. Plus, redheads are hot these days. I told the guys I was a virgin and wanted five hundred galleons. But they said they didn't care for virgins.
And why would you tell them that?
I thought they wouldn't notice.
Have you ever had pictures taken of yourself like that before?
I used to let Dean draw me nude, but he always instructed me to sit for him in Classical poses. And he never developed any of them to move. But no, never more than that.
You're tempted to.
It gives me ideas. Ginny grins at me, but I don't get how she can be as matter-of-fact as she is.
Like what?
Beyond getting fucked, Nev. I'd love to watch myself writhe under you or how I'd look wrapped around my own hands. Once I tried in front of a mirror. Bottom line: couldn't see and didn't enjoy it. Would you do me a favor?
Yeah, I guess.
Could you photograph me while I touch myself?
No, I don't think I can.
It's simple enough. All you need is a camera. You'll have to get both my face and quim in the frame though, so I know it's really me. When I watch it, I'll come harder.
Why are you asking me this? Luna will be back here in a minute.
Ginny gets off my lap, but doesn't bother looking at the door. It would be a treat for both of us.
Who told you I'd like that?
I don't know. Whatever. I thought you would.
If I don't will you ask someone else? Why do you keep on about this?
About what? Ginny's soft voice was gaining speed.
You know.
No, I don't.
Cocks, quims, blow jobs and that!
The door to the Room of Requirement opens and Luna enters, with Colin and his brother Dennis closely in toe. Behind her follows a gaggle of students I recognized from the Bleeder tables. Most of them are taking in the size of the room with cautious and guarded movements.
Ginny walks past me as she moves to greet the newcomers. What else is there? She hisses in my ear.
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A/N - :) thank you for the reviews!
I'm not too sure about the use of the word 'qium' I'm not british so I don't really know how common it is as slang. anyway, in this world it is because it's so much better than saying 'pussy'.