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"Quit fidgeting," Neville told her as they lingered outside the Great Hall during breakfast Monday morning. Then, leaning closer, he whispered, "You don't have to do this, you know."
Ginny stopped biting her nails and smiled nervously at Neville. "Thanks, but I really do." She took a deep breath and adjusted her outfit. Her tie was loose, her top buttons on her shirt undone with her breasts hanging out more than Ginny would ever want thanks to a borrowed push-up bra. She took a swig of firewhisky and spit it out, the rest of the foul liquid she dabbed on her wrists and the pungent odor reached her nostrils.
"That's enough, I think," Neville said wrinkling his nose.
"Yeah, me too," Ginny spluttered. She had tried to not let any of the stuff go down her throat but a few drops had and they burned deep in her chest. But after a few seconds it felt good. She shook her head to clear it.
Neville looked concerned. "You remember the plan, right?"
Ginny shot him a look. "Of course I remember the plan, stop asking, it's making it worse." Neville apologized but Ginny was lost in her thoughts, going over the steps she was about to take in her head.
They had spent the whole of Sunday conceptualizing this action with Seamus and finally had landed upon the choice of public disgrace where Snape would definitely see her.
At first they were going to do something in McGonagall's class or another teacher but Seamus mentioned that they couldn't be positive that one of those teachers would send her directly to Snape. And all three of them had flatly refused to think about doing it in the Carrow's class. She would probably just end up getting killed instead of sent to Snape.
So the Great Hall was their base of attack.
The next wrinkle they had to smooth out was how to get the attention of everyone. Seamus came up with a solution to that one. Pulling out a flask of firewhiskey he had thrust it into Ginny's hands.
"Take it," he had said. "Honestly it will work, trust me."
The next step was trickier. They had to get the Slytherins involved and it took them almost all day to corner Theo. When they finally had, he had grinned wickedly. "In, definitely in. And I know Blaise will be too."
Now, outside of the Great Hall, Ginny had the sickening feeling that this whole thing sounded better in plan rather than action. "Fuck," she said, feeling nauseous. She told her self it must be the firewhiskey.
Neville turned to her again. "You really don't have to do this."
Ginny grabbed the firewhiskey flask out of his hands and took a large swig, this time swallowing. "Yes Neville," she said, wiping her mouth. "I really do."
Theo and Blaise were trying not to look at each other during breakfast. They knew what was coming and they were nervous for Ginny. "What if this doesn't work?" Blaise kept asking Theo last night. Theo had just shrugged, unsure of what to say.
Now, in the light of morning, the idea looked even worse than it had in the dark green of the Slytherin common room.
"Shit," Theo heard Blaise mutter under his breath. Theo stepped on his toes. They both jumped and tried not to turn at the same time to look when the doors to the Great Hall swung open revealing late comers.
"Oh Merlin," Theo heard Pansy whisper. "Is that Weasley?" Theo finally allowed himself to turn around. He could practically smell the firewhiskey from where he sat. Overboard much, Weasley? He thought, his heart pounding with nerves.
Looking around, Theo realized that she hadn't gotten everyone's attention yet. Neville pretended to help her over to the Gryffindor table, but feigning intoxication, she shrugged him off and Neville left her to go sit down and hide. "Slytherins!" Ginny said, pretending to spy their table for the first time. Now about half of the students were looking.
Theo tried not to hyperventilate as she stumbled drunkenly over to where he and Blasie were sitting. "Hey Blaise," Ginny said, drawing out the end of his name while rubbing his head. "You're a Slytherin aren't you?"
"Er…" Blaise said, playing along perfectly.
"Is she drunk?" Pansy said shrilly, causing more students to look.
Ginny grinned sloppily across the table at the girl. "Yes," she said, pointing a wobbling finger at her. "But don't tell anyone. Shhh." Pansy looked disgusted and immediately sat back and started whispering with her idiot friends.
Ginny plunked herself down on Blaise's lap and sighed mournfully. "Oh Blaise…" she crooned and then whispering she said to him softly, "How am I doing?"
Blaise smiled slightly. "Wonderfully. Keep it going."
"Oh Blaise…" Ginny said again, louder getting back into character. "If only I could be a Slytherin..." she heaved another sigh. "Then we could be together and with the Dark Lord forever!" She shouted this last part and most of the Great Hall went silent watching her.
"Time to shine, babe," Blaise said quietly and then, louder, "Weasley, you're cute, but not that cute. You should go back to your dormitory."
"No!" Ginny shouted. "I want to go up!" And with that, she heaved herself up onto the Slytherin table, with almost invisible help from Blaise. Theo glanced up at the staff table and suppressed a grin. She had their attention now.
"I want to go all the way up!" Ginny was saying as she stumbled forward, towards the staff table, weaving her way through the maze of breakfast dishes. "I want to go all the way into the dark. All you Slytherins have your fun running this place and you don't get in trouble and you don't get hurt and," she had come to rest at the end of the table and she took a step up to the staff table. "I want to change houses!" Ginny shouted to the Great Hall triumphantly.
Theo would have laughed at the faces of everyone if he hadn't understood the stakes they had gambled on this plan. He watched Ginny take giant, drunken steps towards Snape. As she passed Hagrid, Theo's heart almost stopped as he saw that she was almost stopped by a large hand.
"Please Ginny," Theo heard Hagrid plead. "What would yer parents think?"
But Ginny skirted this and continued on speaking in time with her steps. "I. Want. To. Be. A. Slytherin." She announced, coming to a complete, swaying, stop in front of Snape.
"Get back in your seat, Weasley," Snape said in a dangerously soft voice that somehow still carried throughout the Great Hall.
Ginny shook her head wildly. And then repeated herself. "I want to be a Slytherin. Change my housing assignment, headmaster," she spat, ironically.
Snape's mouth twitched and his eyes flicked quickly to the Carrow's shocked faces. He looked back a Ginny. "No," Theo heard Snape say firmly.
"Well then," Ginny said shouting. "Make me a Death Eater then. How does that happen?" She asked the air, turning slowly around to address the school. "Who do I have to kill to get into the club? Should it be you, headmaster?" Ginny asked Snape turning back around to him. "Because as I remember you killed the last one-"
Theo inhaled a sharp breath as he saw Amycus Carrow throw a heavy pewter dish at Ginny's head which hit its side with a painful sounding thunk. Surprised with pain, Ginny fell to her knees in a faint.
Silence fell upon the Great Hall like a deadly weight. "Merlin that was unnecessary," Theo heard someone mutter from the Hufflepuff table.
"Who said that?" Amycus shrieked standing up, wand at the ready. "Tell me who it was and I'll take it easy on you I swear," he giggled unpleasantly.
But Snape placed a hand on Amycus' arm. He looked up incredulously at the hook-nosed man. "That is enough, Amycus," Snape said imperiously. "Get this thing up to my office immediately."
A sickening smile spread across the Death Eater's face. "Yes sir," the man said sounding all too willing.
"And," Snape added as Ginny's body was lifted and halfway out the Great Hall. "Don't touch her until I get there." Theo winced visibly along with the rest of the Great Hall. This wasn't in their plan and he hoped that Snape would get to his office soon.
As the doors to the Great Hall swung shut behind Ginny and her captor all eyes turned on Snape who stood up to address them all.
"I believe it's time for classes to start," he said simply before whisking out a side door that closed behind him with a snap.
Theo felt Neville's frantic gaze upon his back and he locked eyes with the boy. Neville made as if to stand up and widening his eyes, Theo gave him the smallest possible shake of the head. Neville relaxed back into his seat but he didn't look any easier with the situation.
As Blaise and Theo gathered their things for class with the rest of the school they both were quiet, their thoughts occupied with the imagined fate of a certain red head in which they had placed all their faith.
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