Don't fret, you weasel by BabyPan

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 24/01/2005
Last Updated: 25/01/2005
Status: In Progress

Need a story about Ginny who is kidnapped by dragons? Where Draco (how ironically) goes off to
save Ginny? Ron somehow gets in the way, while Harry drags Hermione along the journey? While
Voldemort plans something with his fellow Death Eaters to kill Harry on his journey? Well then turn
away now – ‘cause this is not the story you’re looking for.




1. Prologue
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**Don't fret, you weasel**

**A/N:** Since I've got a humongous writer's block, the best thing to do is write
something else until it comes back to me. So, I start writing this story. You can't even call
it a story - it's plain, boring, obvious, has no plot, stupid humor, very bad grammar and a
Fire & Ice story to boot. But it's a challenge to me, as I'm trying to improve my
grammar (I know there is something called `betas' but I don't trust them anymore) and write
a story where I intend to have ALL characters in character. So, it's basically some kind of
tool that I use to improve myself. Well, have fun reading the crappy and sappy (see, bad grammar)
story I've come up with.

**Author:** BabyPan

**Disclaimer:** I own the bad grammar. It's copyrighted to moi! Mwuah! Besides that, JKR
owns everything else.

**Summary:** Need a story about Ginny who is kidnapped by dragons? Where Draco (how
ironically) goes off to save Ginny? Ron somehow gets in the way, while Harry drags Hermione along
the journey? While Voldemort plans something with his fellow Death Eaters to kill Harry on his
journey? Well then turn away now - `cause this is not the story you're looking for.

**Less sarcastically Summary:** Ginny never thought that something so simple could turn in
something so much more. The simple question lingers in her mind but somehow does not manages to
escape from her mouth. How in the bloody world is she going to ask Draco Malfoy out on a date?

**Prologue**

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Sometimes, I think of myself as a weasel. They are said to be little pesters, but when you leave
them alone there is no harm done. Besides the fact that my last name is surely deprived from the
name, I really think I sort of behave like a weasel. I behave very peskery, actually I am a pest,
I'm hungry all the time, moody, sneaky, also very small and I love to fret with my other
brothers.

Now don't jump to conclusions and call me nutters - I assure you I have very high logic.
It's just, I needed that entry so I can tell you about my story. Before I go off and ramble
about my story, I should warn you to turn now and never come back before you are brainwashed by the
amount of non-logical things that are hidden in the story. Still here? Good Merlin, you must have
already been brainwashed. Ah well, at least I've got an audience now.

Where to begin ... I'm thinking, just wait a second. Aha, I know! My story began on the day
when I stepped out off bed in a bunch of owl crap - no wait, that's another story. Sorry ... I
remember now, my story began on the day that I crossed paths with the ferret.

I will call my story (and maybe even publish it!):

**Don't fret, you weasel**

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2. The opening chapter
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**Don't fret, you weasel**

**A/N:** Even though I said at the prologue that I'm trying my best to keep all
characters in character, well, forget that. Only half of it was true. The only person that may seem
out of character will be Ginny, but I need her to be otherwise this story is like crap on a dish
without any humor.

Also, I'm experimenting with the story, like switching to different points of view. The
general point of view will be the view from Ginny - because she is `telling you a story'.
Beware, as it is Ginny she tends to exaggerate on some things. Other than that, I will sometimes
end the chapter on .. weird places, like this chapter for example. I'm so mean.

**Chapter 1 - The opening chapter**

Oh, the brainwashed zombies are back! Erm, I mean, my fans are back! Well, it seems you managed
to survive the prologue, but it is still not to late to turn back and leave. If you want to read
the rambles of a sixteen year old girl, than go ahead and have a nice furneral. See you in your
next life.

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*The sun is shining. Brooms are flying. Owls are dying.*

A loud, annoying sound is singing some kind of weird song that startled the redheaded girl. The
petite girl steps out of bed, and eww - right into a pile of owl crap.

*Hehe**, wrong story again!*

The redheaded girl grunts into her pillow as she tries her best to ignore the sound coming from
her nightstand. It is unbearable, even more so in the bloody morning. Who in the world would leave
a damn `Wake Up Card' from her brothers' jokeshop on *her blasted nightstand*? Maybe
it would stop, but knowing her brothers too well, it wasn't called a `Wake Up Card' for
nothing. There was only one option to do now, and she must take it to her advantage before there is
no more sleeping in.

“Ginny,” groans one of her dorm mates in dismay. “You destroyed my card!”

Ginny simply turns over to the other side of the bed and tries to sleep peacefully again.

After hearing some muffled voices in the background, the lazy redhead smiled to herself as the
noise died down and she could sleep in silence. There was nothing better in the world than sleeping
in. On a schoolday. Without getting in trouble. Without a damn `Wake Up Card'.

See, the girl likes her bed. But that's a small understatement, she *loves* her bed.
And no, you perverted teenager, she does not love the bed because of *that*. She loves the bed
because it's a much more of a improvement from the one at her home, much softer and it begs for
you to sleep in it, all day long. Normally, Ginny sometimes would skip school to pretend being sick
so she could stay in her bed all day long. It seems crazy, she would probably agree with you, but
one most have at least one weird obsession right? Maybe, just maybe she could pull it off today and
call in sick. How she wished it wasn't Hermione's Head Girl Duty Round today, so she could
sleep and the story may not have happened.

“Ginny, up. You have got two hours of History in about 5 minutes. I won't let anybody be
late on my Head Girl Duty Round,” Hermione says bossily while standing right beside Ginny's
lovely bed. Had the girl no life? Could she not see Ginny wasn't going to leave her loved one
alone?

Ginny curls up into a ball under the blankets while purring slightly. She hears Hermione walking
around her bed, probably to do something sneaky. If it meant to chain herself up to the bed to
continue her beautiful sleep, then chained up to the bed it will be.

“I'm not warning you again. I say; *nobody* is going to be late Ginny. I am deadly
serious,” Ginny could barely hear Hermione's silent threats. But when Hermione's voice
dropped down to the level where you can barely hear it then you should agree to everything she
says. Ginny was unfortunate to witness a turned down Hermione after she bugged Harry to death so he
would study for his exam. After that, Harry turned in a potions' essay at Snape's desk the
next day. Willingly. That's saying something.

But no. She will not leave the bed. If it meant for her to fight the evil bookworm, then she
would squash it with her foot!

“Nobody is getting squashed today, Ginny. Now get up.”

Did she say that out loud? Bullocks.

Without any warning, Ginny's lovely bed started to rumble underneath her. The vibration
caused her to let go off her firm grip on the sheets as she sat up straight, wondering what the
hell was going on. In less than a second, her question was answered. With a loud `plop' the bed
shook so hard that it disappeared right underneath Ginny.

Ginny fell on her butt. It hurts. Actually, it hurts even more when there is something very
sharp and pointy sticking up your -

“Now did I get your attention?” asks Hermione while she smiles in a way that says I-told-you-so.
Ginny furiously whips her head around, looking for her bed.

Her bed was gone. Her lover has disappeared into thin air, or it could be the sharp object in
the place where it does not belong. The only thing that gave a clue that said there was a bed in
here was its mistress; Ginny. Hard carbon wood lay under her bare legs as Ginny touched the ground
around like she was in the dark looking for her butterbeer.

“This is getting me no where - Ginny if you don't go to class right this instance, I will
never give you back your bed.”

After hearing `never give you back your bed' Ginny's blood drained from her face like
she had seen Draco Malfoy dance naked in front of her while embracing a ferret. On the other hand,
that would be a very funny scene.

“No bed?” Ginny whimpers as her bottom lip trembles as if she is going to burst out into tears
any minute now.

Hermione turns her back to Ginny and exits the dorm. As quickly as she could, Ginny scrambles up
from the floor, almost falling back again after she slips over her clothes. Standing on one leg
while trying to hop the other one into her pants, her other hand is furiously trying to get her red
hair tamed down with a hairbrush. It must have looked very silly; keeping her balance on one foot,
the other one halfway through some pants, a randomly hairbrush that got stuck in her hair all the
while walking - or rather resembled walking, down to the common room.

After she hops down the last pair of stairs, she had successfully pulled on her pants, but her
shirt was no where near where it should be. Ginny struggled with her shirt for a few seconds before
it finally surrendered and slid down her neck. She takes her robe from a chair which she had
forgotton to take to her room yesterday, grabs her shoes and runs out of the common room.

Now, this is where the story *really* begins.

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