Our Third Round Robin

(I don't know why the Pink got to say that. *shakes head*)

Anyway, time for the routine questions.

-During Hogwarts or After Hogwarts?
-Fluff or Angst?
-Other ships involved?

That's basically all we need. Oh, and lots of imagination!

WOOHOO!

*jumps on the newest RR bandwagon wearing a straw hat, overalls, and a helmet*

All systems go! Start your engines! *VROOM VROOM!*

Er.....I mean.....fluff, Hogwarts, and PK ships cause we aren't allowed anything else. Except maybe Snape/McGonagal. *evilgrin*

Feeling crazy,
~Ryoko~

I'm no good at starting, but I'll join in, of course. I agree, in Hogwarts should make for a nice change. And as for S/M, well, it'll be interesting, to say the least. *g* Oh, how I lurve Round Robins...

I can't start either.

*covers eyes*

Someone else do it!

YAY! Mummy let me on tonight cause I cleaned my desk and made it all purty.

Anywho, I tried to start this before, but then I accidentally pressed the backspace key when it wasnt clicked in the typing box and *poof* there goes the three paragraphs I wrote. Ah well, I guess I can try again.

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Ginny Weasley was frustrated. She had tests in History of Magic, Muggle Studies, and Transfiguration tomorrow, and she could hardly figure out how to make her "radio" work!

She tried the knob again, but she was greeted with only fuzz and mumbling. Oh, if only it would make some kind noise for her! Darn Muggles, couldn't they just use magic?!

Ginny immediately realized how foolish this comment was, and felt even more angry at herself. Without another thought she grabbed the device, swiveled in her chair, and threw it fast and hard at the ground....

where it began singing. Singing! Oh, this was good! She'd get top grades for it playing music! Oh and the song was so nice, something about "raindrops on roses" and "brown paper packages". with a smile suddenly on her face she twirled her chair and pushed off sliding across the floor of the empty Gryffindor common room, full of joy at her success. Catching onto the song, she chorused with it, throwing her arms into the air.

"And then I don't feeeeel sooo baaaaaaaaaaad!!"

FLOP.

A disgruntled looking heap of fire poofed out a little sigh and sat back on her chair, feeling all of the happiness drain out of her as a blush swept over her freckles The radio continued in a monotone voice. "And now for the daily news..."

She turned the knob to the left and absentmindedly cracked her knuckles, turning back to her seemingly gigantic books and mental "to do" list. Her choco eyes began at the first sentence, taking in all of the information carefully.

"The radio is a very popular device used by Muggles all over Europe and America..."

10 minutes later

"The radio is a very popular device used by Muggles all over Europe and America..."

Ginny shook her head and blinked rapidly, noticing she'd been reading the same line for the past ten minutes. She rubbed her temples to wake herself up, but when she tried to think again her muddled brain ached in protest. Deciding it was time for some coffee (for the night ahead called for at least three more hours of work) she left the common room for the kitchens, half-asleep and dragging her feet behind her.

~Ryoko, who is in a very strange mood and thus made Ginny seem very silly:whistling: ~

Ps; It was much better before but I hope you like it!

Draco crossed his arms over his chest and let out a frustrated sigh. It was nine thirty on a cold winter's night. He didn't want to be there, stood in the hallway watching people go upstairs. It was dull. No, he reconsidered, more like hell.

At first the idea of being a prefect had been appealing, even maybe attractive. It would allow him to confiscate things, shout at the younger children and get treated like a god. Tonight he had already snatched three bags of sweets, two trick wands and a bag of dung that a strange individual was carrying around. He was aware that it would probebly come in handy later, all except the dung, but now it was beginning to lose its excitement. No one put up a fight anymore!

Leaning against a wall, he watched the top of the stairs. Only half an hour to go and then he could get back to bed. It might be uncomfortable, but it was a hell of alot warmer. A shiver ran the length of his spine.

Suddenly something caught his eye. A movement. A blur of a human shape crossing his weary thoughts. Blinking a couple of times, he walked forward and peered down the corridor.

A smile curled the edges of his mouth.

'Well, well, well,' he said to himself, 'A Weasley.'

Ginny was strolling down the hall when she heard additional footfalls among her own. She spun around, and to her horror, there was Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prefect, looking smug as ever.

"Why hello, Draco!" She said in a cheery voice. Her mother always said to be polite when emotions got the best of you.

"Hello Weasley...wandering around the halls are we?" He said in his cold drawl.

Ginny tried not to let the Fred and George in her get the better of her. "Yes, it's quite refreshing at night...though occasionally one does see a rodent scurrying around the corridors." So much for that.

Malfoy smirked. "Yes. Just tonight I bore witness to one of the most vile, undeserving creatures on the planet running around all willy nilly."

"Oh, Draco. You shouldn't talk about Professor Snape like that," Ginny pouted. "I highly doubt that he'd be running in the hallways, though."

Draco's mouth twitched, and he approached Ginny, backing her into a wall. "Listen Weasley, and I'll say this once--" He placed a hand on the wall next to her head menacingly.

"Are you trying to get me to listen to you?" She asked sweetly, making no effort to hide her sarcasm. "Because I could think of many ways you could go about this in a more gentlemanly fashion."

He ignored her. "I've been lax with your brother, being as he's a prefect, but you, Virginia," Ginny grimaced. "Are a completely different horse."

"Excuse me?" She said. "Don't you mean horse of a different color?"

Draco's eyes bore holes in her. "Don't get smart with me." He warned.

"Oh but it's so easy!" She mocked.

"Thats it! Five points from Gryffindor." Ginny smiled slightly, watching a ruddy color engulf his facial features. "And I'll be telling you're brother of our most pleasurable late night tryst."

Ginny's brow furrowed. "In those words?"

"Exactly," He smirked.

Ginny stared at him, particulary fascinated with the way his Adam's Apple quivered when he swallowed. Something made her want to touch it. But then they heard it, the sound of one of Peeves' sing-songs, and Ginny smirked at the fear in Malfoy's eyes.





Eh, this sucks but I didn't know if they were supposed to be together already...

NaC(Not a Contribution)

haha! Thanks Ryoko! Tryst...a lovely word, isn't it?

You guys are off to a great start! Here's my contribution-


"So what are you doing at this time of night, Weasley?" Draco tried again, following her steadily down the hall in the direction opposite that of the singing voice.

"Well, I am proving that I have more of a life than you do. I actually have someplace to go, while you on the other hand, are stalking people who can't stand the sight of you."

Draco stopped altogether as he realized that she was right.

Ginny giggled, trying only so much to stifle the sound.

"Don't make me take another five points, Ginny Weasley." Draco warned, moving in with what he thought was a menacing stare.

"Trying out the whole thing, are you?"

Draco's eyebrows shot up in confusion as Ginny waggled her own.

"What?"

"My name," she said, enunciating for effect. "You said the whole thing. Not Weasley, not Virginia, but Ginny Weasley. Trying to scare me?"

"What happened to you, Weasley?" Draco spat, disgusted in himself for letting this girl show him up. This rather fetching girl, that is. Disgustingly fetching. Gryffindor. Yuck.

She spun on her heel, making her firey locks flail out in all directions. "Oh? I'm not moody? Not depressed? Not crying after Harry Potter? I've grown up. It's a pity you've only noticed now."

Draco hid his intrigue. "Yes. Pity."

Without another word, Ginny took off down the hall, trailing giggles behind her.

Draco was left alone, pondering just how much he'd have wager to trade halls with the other prefects to keep getting this one.

oh this is so good! I can't wait for more.
Now I have to type stuff to make my message long enough.....






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Okay. Thats good I think.

....Luna Lovegood, Ravenclaw prefect.

~Ryoko~

NaC

Okay... it's been too soon since I added... someone write something please! It's off to such a good start, don't let our beautiful ficlet fizzle into nothing-ness!

-Sakura

*thrust fist in air* We've got another one!
Okay, let me try not to kill this.
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Actually "bump" wasn't the word Crashed was the word that came to mind if you were surveying the scene.
Luna having been carring a scale model of Stonehenge had not seen the rushing out of the hall, resulting in the project to dro to the floor, Ginny's books to fly out of her hand & Luna (a rather light & small girl) to fall on her rump & slide a few feet on the floor.
"Oh, Luna I'm so sorry," she replied picking up the head of a tiny pagan priest.
"That's all right. It only took me a month to do, perfectly fixable in 10 minutes" Ginny started to apologize again before Luna interupted her.
"No, really," she gave her wand a flick & the mess threw itself back together, "you see Gin there's this thing called magic. Say it with me know, maagic."
"Alright, alright. Hey you have History of Magic, right? Why don't we walk together. My class is just down the hall from yours."
After picking up all their things they set off for the 4th floor. Enjoying each other's company, when an interesting topic was brought up.
"So Ginny, I hear you had an interesting meeting with Draco Malfoy last night," Luna said this in a very casual way, like she said everything else, as if none of this was really of any importance or interest to her.
"Really, where'd you hear that?"
"I haung around after a meeting & heard Draco talking to Blaise about it just outside the door. I'm quiet, they didn't notice"
"Huh, what exactly did he say?"

Luna looked dreamily at her project for a moment, as if reality did not exist, a small smile on her face. "Oh, something about a 'most pleasurable late night tryst'. I don't think Blaise believed him. He laughed rather hard, in fact."

Ginny had to bite down extremely hard on her lip to kept her own sounds of amusement down. "Really? And Draco...?" She motioned for Luna to go on.

"Oh, I don't know. I had the most peculiar thought about mango muffins and had to experiment..."

Ginny raised her eyebrows in silent confusion, and then carelessly shrugged it off.

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That's all I got in me. Had to add the muffin comment.


~Faith~

EDIT: I misread the last one as the two of them having class together. Sorry about that, but it's fixed now without much difference.


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It was not really that much of a deal, but it seemed to be the only thing on her mind at the moment, stubbornly refusing to go away, and it was all she talked about as they walked down the hall.

" You know what, Luna?" She said, squinting her eyes. Luna continued to stare off into space, and to anyone else, it would have seemed that she was not listening. But this was quite normal. " I reckon Malfoy finds some kind of sadistic pleasure in spreading rumors about him and I getting it on."


" Mmm. Well done, Ginny. No one else would have guessed Malfoy would find amusement in this." Luna sighed. Her blue eyes suddenly darted over to Ginny. " So, you mean to tell me that you two didn't actually get it on?"


" Oh, no--of course not! You know me! I would never!" Ginny pretended to look affronted. She shook her head firmly. " No, all we did was a bit of snogging, is all. And I'll tell you, he's not bad." Luna gave her a petulant stare.


" Kidding, of course." Ginny prompted, grinning widely. Her grin quickly turned into a frown. " You know I wouldn't touch him. I have morals, despite what you may think." Luna giggled.


" Oh, but you have to admit, he's not entirely bad-looking." Ginny grumbled at that.


" I will not admit anything like that!" She whispered indignantly. Luna shrugged.


" Well, since you're not denying it either, I'd say that you agree. Pity, really. Doesn't seem fair that some of those Slytherins are so delicious-looking." Ginny pursed her lips and nudged Luna, furtively peering up and down the corridor.


" Shush, child. You don't want anyone hearing you, do you?"


" Honestly, if I were you, Ginny, I wouldn't mind a certain Mr. Malfoy spreading scandalous rumors about our secret love affair. If I were you, I'd help spread it. Add a little juicy details to it, too. You could end up humiliating him." Ginny scowled heavily.


" Good thing you're not me, then. I don't know what is wrong with you today, Luna, but this so-called rumor is definitely not something I'm encouraging. Even if the idea of Malfoy being humiliated sounds inviting, but I'd rather stay out of trouble at the moment." Luna sighed again, as if greatly disappointed.




" Pity."

Just a comment- Luna is a Ravenclaw and it was eariler mentioned that her class was down the hall so they teachnically shouldn't be in the same class but we can either edit it or go with it. Thanks for giving it a go though, Whizy. We'll save our poor RR yet!

*jumping to a different scene, by the way*

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"Blaise, you're a prefect, and a bloody good one as far as I'm concerned."

Blaise shot Draco a curious, raised eyebrow sort of look. "I appriciate the flattery, Malfoy, but something is fishy. What's your point?"

"Well, I see they have you stationed in the first floor hallway tonight. Don't you think you deserve a more interesting hallway? Or perhaps the stairwell leading up to the Astronomy Tower? That's always entertaining."

Blaise squinted his eyes, looking into Draco's steadily. "Are you feeling alright man?"

Draco chuckled. "Of course. But honestly. What do you want? Chocolate frogs? A few sickles?"

"What for?"

"Your hallway, you good for nothing little nark!" Draco exclaimed, shaking his head in frustration. "Just trade me hallways." Draco bit his tongue, but finally gave in to what he did not want to say. "Please?"

Fawning over the idea for a moment, Blaise finally made up his mind. "All I want is an explanation why. Then it's all yours."

Draco cringed; why had he asked for the one thing he did not want to give him?

"If I tell you it's because of a girl will you leave me alone?"

Blaise grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Well of course! It's about time you got some action, anyway."

"I do too get action." Draco found himself sputtering.

Blaise just laughed, leaving Draco standing, fuming, by the Slytherin fire.

I have arrived! *Jumps onto table, sword unsheathed, cape rippling in the breeze* Now, I will triumph in the name of Love, Fiction, and D/G! Huffah!

Sorry I didn't jump on this sooner, I've been busy. Sadly, I seem to have picked up a life somewhere... God only knows how.

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Lunch-time was soon upon Ginny, and she half-heartedly headed back to the Great Hall. She wasn't looking forward to the spread of the sordid rumors. In Hogwart's, word got around like wildfire. It wasn't a very appealing idea -- that everyone would be whispering about she and Malfoy. The rumor was ridiculous, anyways. Her with that ... that slimy ferret?

Ginny gave a sigh, pushing reluctantly through the large oak door and ignoring the buzz around her, headed for the Gryffindor table.

She didn't get there.

Colin grabbed her by the arm and swivelled her around, pulling her right back out of the Great Hall. He put his hands on his hips and stared at her pointedly.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, tapping a foot impatiently.

"Getting lunch," she said, "see, some of us require three meals a day, and "lunch" is the second one."

"No, I mean with --" Colin dropped his voice dramatically here, "--Malfoy."

Ginny pursed her lips. She was about to retort, when said Slytherin appeared.

"What is she doing with me?" Malfoy repeated Colin's question, incredulously. "Surely you've heard the news! Unless... poor thing, you must have absolutely no idea what shagging is, do you?! Well, now that I think on it, it surprises me less and less... you're not only a Gryffindor, but a rather wimpish mudblood, too. You're that git fan of Potter's, aren't you?" Malfoy gave a short tsk, tsk, and then turned to Ginny.

"You'll explain to him what shagging is, won't you, Gin-muffin?" He said, flashing a smile that was reminiscent of a shark bearing it's teeth.

Ginny's fists curled into fists, and her eyes glimmered angrily. "I don't know what you're playing at, but this whole rumor is a load of hogwash and I don't see what you're getting out of it!"

Colin looked confusedly between the two. "Wait, so it's not true?"

"Of course it's not true!" Ginny exclaimed, and at the same time Malfoy said that it was.

"It is not!" She hissed, whirling back to him.

"She's such a tiger when she's angry," Malfoy said nonchalantly, to Colin, "you should see her in bed."


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Am tapped for ideas. Humbug.

NaC

NaC

Ginny's jaw unhinged, her red hair flaming around her shoulders, her brown eyes melting to a dark chocolate. "Why, you- How dare you-" The words stuttered from her in uncontrolled anger.

Colin's fingers closed in two fists. "Shut up, Malfoy." He barked, a picture of reflecting fury. "And sod off!" Growling, he turned his body, covering half the sight of Ginny's small frame from Draco.

Ginny blinked away some of the infuriation long enough to feel a spreading urge. An urge to beat Draco's face in. His words echoed through her head, a stark reminder of exactly why fluttering butterflies shouldn't brush the insides of her stomach when she remembered last night. Mudblood. Git fan of Potter's.

An amused smirk lighted up Draco's eyes, making him seem all the more like a shark, a predator. "And if I don't?" He bated. "What are you going to do? Wave your camera at me? Oh, I'm trembling."

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All I got in me.




~Faith~

"For your information," Ginny said, stepping out from behind Colin. "Colin and I have been taught some pretty good hexes up in Gryffindor Tower. Care to let us test them on you?"

"Oh dear," Draco said,feining fear.

Ginny clenched her fists. "Just go away, Malfoy."

"Whatever you say, love muffin," Draco said.

"Oh, piss off," Ginny, rolling her eyes.

"So you're sure you never-" Colin began.

"Yes, I'm sure," Ginny said. "You'd think I'd know if Draco and I well, you know..."

"Had sex?" Draco supplied

"Yes," Ginny said grudgingly. "Which we didn't."

"Then stop speading rumors about it, Malfoy!" Colin yelled, his voice cracking slightly and holding up his camera as if it would block him from whatever attack Malfoy would present next.

"Ah then," Draco said, leaning against the wall. "A Muggle-loving Weasley and a Mudblood photographer band together against the evil Slytherins. I think I might wet myself."...

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I haven't posted in a while and this is just my little contribution. I really like how this is going so far, though. It's really funny.

EDIT: I changed this post around a little so that it would fit to have Ryoko's post come after wards. Figured it would be easier.

EDIT:I'm sorry about this post, Tari got to it first. But if it helps with ideas at all, I'll leave it up here. Feel free to delete it at leisure, Puf. (you can do that with your Mod powers, right?)

"I'm not just a photographer Malfoy," Colin spat. "If I had any sense the way Ron Weasley does, you'd be on the ground out cold."

Colin's bright, angry eyes bore holes in Draco's face, which remained utterly impassive.

"You think you can scare me with such petty attacks, stupid Gryffs. I'd like to see you try and hurt me. Come on, kill me the way your parents murdered the Dark Lord. I'd love to see you go crazy and have a good seizure right in front of me. Just the thing to brighten up my day."

Colin near growled, but stood his ground, calming himself. It isnt worth your pride, it isnt worth it. Just tell him something incredibly nasty and get it done with.

"Shut up."

HIs voice quivered, and Ginny felt the the anger coming off of him like waves as he raised his wand and pointed it at Draco.

"Just shut up, Malfoy! Ever since your senile Death Eater father died in Azkaban, you've been on about 'Dark Lords' and 'evil' as if it'll bring the old git back, make everything right again, and maybe Harry wll suddenly stop beating you in everything. Well guess what, Malfoy, you're on your own now, and you're not the same rich little prat you were two years ago! Dont go thinking you can insult my parents when yours died the same way."

Draco's argent eyes widened almost unnoticably, but catching himself Ginny watched them narrow and his lip curl in disgust, silver coulding to dark gray.

"Save the soulful speech for some other 'rich prat', Creevey. I'm not that much of an idiot, and you're going to lose your voice squeaking at me like that."

And with that he walked off alone down the dark hallways to the dungeons, leaving a stunned Colin behind him.

~Ryoko~

The question: Why didnt Draco just hex him, ad is Colin more right than he thinks, or just being foolish trying to judge Draco by comparing it to his own life?

Maybe Ginny will want to know.....Curiosity killed the cat.

Ryoko, your RR posts tend to confuse me sometimes... but I'm just going to go with it and let someone else firgure that little episode out.

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'Stupid little git,' Draco thought to himself, as he stormed his way down to the dungeons. 'Useless peice of rubbish, that one is.'

He was steaming, but not because of what Colin had said to him. Comments from worthless Gryffindors swept off of him like rain. But the fact that Ginny had eyed him with such disgust, now that pissed him off.

He didn't want to lie to himself. He saw her as disgustingly as she saw him. She was everything he hated in a person: nice, Gryffindor, and too much red hair.

But she seemed so angry. So angry and full of emotions that he could not help but want to snog her. Not because he felt anything for her, not because he thought anything of it, but because his Malfoy blood was telling him that, right this instant, that was the only thing that mattered.

That, and making sure he caught her in the hallway tonight.

After that, it was back to ruining her reputation. 'What I'm good at', he reasoned with himself.

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I'm not sure if it fits but hey.

NaC

Ryoko hasnt been getting much sleep in the past week and things have been kind of dramatic lately, so I mixed up Colin and Neville.

I dont know how to fix it, should we just leave it and hope everyone will understand what I was talking about fomr this explanation?

Again, I'm really really sorry. I dont know what it is with me and RRs, but I always seem to confuse the people in them. I'm glad you guys are so nice about it though, and I hope I'm not an annoyance.

~Ryoko~

Oh la la, muy bien, hyper bien, and all that good stuff Crazed. Thanks for backing me up, I appreciate the love. I like your on-Ginny's-side!Harry. It's usually Hermione thats all "it's okay, Ginny, we all like bad boys," and then tells Ron it's a phase. HA! She just doesnt understand. With D/G, true love is forbidden.

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Ginny made a game of her late-night venture through the placid halls of Hogwarts. Tiptoing softly through the torch-lit hallways, knowing Filch could be around any corner, she pretended she was a secret agent spy, hands in gun position, knowing no one would be around to embarrass her and ruin the fun.

She pressed her back against the cool stone walls around her, and slid slowly, feet silent as a cat's paws on carpeting. If you'd been very very quiet, you just might have heard her breathing shallowly. She came to a corner, the third-to-last turn before the painting with teheh ticklish pear. She'd almost completed her mission unscathed, and the last attacker would be right around the corner, she envisioned. She was fully prepared to shoot her imaginary enemy down with her lethal finger gun.

She quick turned the corner, and her arms went out in front of her, her usually innocent brown eyes squinting to aim, when her head lifted and eyes widened, jaw going slack. Darn those prefects.....

A pair of light blond eyebrows lifted as a smirk drifted over Draco Malfoy's pale face. The Littlest Weasel, out on a cold, dark night, alone, and caught in the act of making a fool out of herself. Oh jolly day.....

~Ryoko~

Did that one make more sense, as goofy as it was? I like putting Ginny in odd scenes lately, hope it's okay with you folks.

"Actually," Draco said, leaning back but not breaking eye contact. "My hall duty was switched. Now I get to stay in this hallway. It's quite nice isn't it? I mean, it could use some refurbishing, but it's nice in a quaint sort of way, don't you think?"

Ginny scowled at his mock-innocent face. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I should think it would have something to do with you," Draco said, his mouth slowly curling into a smirk. "After all, I am a prefect and you are wandering around my hallway after hours."

Ginny kept her face passive. "You wouldn't report me."

"I wouldn't?" Draco asked, looking interested. "I mean, you're right , of course. You're a Weasley, I'm a Malfoy. Not to mention a Gryffindor and a Slytherin - why should I report you?"

"I don't think you've got it in you," Ginny said. "You've got to like me a bit, haven't you? You just asked me to come to the Astronomy Tower with you."

Draco shook his head. "My dear Virginia. When will you learn? Just because I asked you to come with me to the Astronomy Tower doesn't mean I like you. I have needs, you see."

Ginny put a hand up and he smirked. "Spare me, Malfoy. I'm going to sleep. And by the way - if you want to snog a girl I don't think telling her it'll been meaningless is the best way to go about it."

"Oh?" Draco asked. "Then - since you seem so experienced - what is the correct way?

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Erg.

Ginny blinked once, her shoulders slumping. She didn't want to deal with him right now. Not his blonde hair, errant strands hanging near his eyes. Not his gray eyes that turn silver-blue with amusement. And most definitely not that smirk that twisted those pale lips, beckoning undivided attention of her cinnamon eyes...

Ginny blinked again, and then felt her face burn in humiliation as his smirk broadened to a knowing grin. She summoned words before he could find his- ones that would taunt her relentlessly. "The correct way is to actually have a heart and care about her, you git." Flipping her crimson hair as she turned, she felt very much proud she had the last word, the knowledge smoothing over her embarassment.

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Viola!


~Faith~

NaC

Come on People!
Contribute. conribute I say!
It's going so well, don't let this flop.

Ryoko to the rescue!!

Draco was annoyed at her rudeness, but also realized her complete disregard for the rules.

"Don't think you can run away now, Little Weasel. It's past curfew,and you're up playing secret angent in the halls. Don't think Ill let you get away without a dentention."

Ginny spun and lifted an eyebrow in disbelief. Draco was a prefect, but he'd never been the kind that stopped you for being out late, he was the kind that stole your newest gift from Fred and George's shop or your favorite blueberry sugar quill, just to be a git. He must have some kind of sadistic, Mafloy-ish reason to be bothering her.

Or maybe it was just her lineage.

"Alright, I was just going to get a snack out of the kitchens.You caught me. Now can I be on my way?"

She walked forward, meaning to shove past him, but he twisted his fingers in the collar of her robes, and turned his pale, chilling face towards her, his grey eyes peircing her own. A flicker of fear passed over her features when she realized how pitiful of a fight she might make against him.

"Don't play fool with me, Ginny Weasley. There is no way to get to the kitchens anymore. It was sealed years ago, back when they first caught kids sneaking in."

Ah, but she was a Gryffindor nonetheless, wasn't she? She'd set the prat right.

She smirked. Maybe there was a little Slytherin in there too.

"Ferret-face, darling, you seem to be mistaken," she said sweetly despite her compromising position and the force of his unreadable gaze. "I can assure you the house elves are just as dim as always, and still produce wonderful food for typically errant students almost every night."

Draco must have been impressed at her knowledge, because he loosened his grip on her robes and his expression softened a bit. But only a bit.

"Show me."

~Ryoko~

Let it die? Posh! But it seems like someone else will have to take it from here!

EDIT: One more post until 500!!

Ok, I thought I'd chip in just one sentence.

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"Oh? Well follow me then," Ginny said, spinning around and heading towards the painting. She tickled the pair then opened the door once the pear stopped giggling. "Right this way then, Malfoy."

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Well? Did I do horrible?

No, not horrible, Jessica!:)

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Draco did his very best to hide his surprise. He was actually quite proud of himself, for as the door swung open just as easily as Ginny'd promised, his cold face only changed so much to raise his left eyebrow; one of his trademark faces.

"See? Easy as pie." Ginny gave him a haughty glance, and then turned to walk away and nearly trampled a house elf.

"Oofh- Dobby!"

"Would Ginny be wanting some pie? I is making some pie right now, and Dobby is always happy to share with-"

He cut himself off as his eyes widened in fear, and he jumped behind GInny, hiding himself from view by her long robes. "Master Malfoy!" He squeaked, clearly distraught.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'd wondered what happened to you."

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Eh. I figured I'd throw something un-D/G-ish for a change.

-Sakura

PS. Happy almost-500th-post, Ryoko!

PPS. Jessica, your avatar looks alot like my old one. (I just changed it yesterday) Same picture, but different size and text.

NaC

Cursed4Life: Hey, I never noticed you're actually Jessica. Nifty!

Sakura: Thanks!! I just used it up on the D/G Song Lyrics thread without noticing! *sweatdrop*

Keep contributing folks!!

~Ryoko~

NaC

Sakura: The icon I'm using, I've had that one as an AIM icon for ages now and so I thought I'd use it here. I really didn't notice that you had the same avatar. Sorry...

Ryoko:Err what do you mean that you didn't notice that my name was actually Jessica? :\ Ah, oh well.

NaC

In your signature (or maybe you just put it at the bottom of all your posts) it says "~Jessica~". I just had never noticed that it was there and that you were'nt just going by "Cursed4Life". So I can assume Jessica is your real name, right?

~Ryoko~

Dobby twiddled his thumbs and looked up at Draco nervously.

"I'd love some pie," Ginny said to Dobby. "And some pumpkin juice, if you've got any."

Dobby looked to Ginny and gave her a half-bow. "And what would Master-" He cleared his throat. "Mister Malfoy be wanting?"

"I'll have some pie," Draco drawled. "And some butterbeer. Make sure it's warm."

Dobby gave another bow and scampered off out of sight.

Ginny looked sideways at Draco for a moment and started to edge away.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked, smirking again. "Afraid of me?"

"Oh yes," Ginny said, stopping her movement away from him. "Terrified."

"Good," Draco said, leaning against the wall in the way he had while they'd been in the Astronomy Tower. "Now why don't you go find us some place to sit?"

"What?" Ginny said, raising her eyebrows. "Us?"

Ryoko- Oh! Well, yes Jessica is my name lol. I hope its not too soon to chip in again...

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"You heard me," he said, sneering at her.

"I don't think so," she retorted.

"I do. Now shoo," he motioned with his hands to get her moving.

She headed towards the back of the kitchens, where there were tables, with a huff. Typical of him she thought.


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Alright, I put in more than usual so you all should feel proud! I hope that was good...

Draco followed her to the back, stopping by the table she had picked.
"Well?" He raised an eyebrow.
Rolling her eyes she replied, "This, Malfoy," she motioned towards the chair, "is a chaaaaiiir. You pull it out & sit in it." she finished her mock, being sure to enunciate clearly & slowly, as if he was mentally ill, or incredably slow.
He bared his teeth, growled & sat.
"Good boy," with that she got up & pushed her chair back in. She then walked to the table farthest from his & sat down.
"What, may I ask are you doing all the way over there?" he questioned, starting to get very irritated.
"Well, you never actually said we had to sit at the same table, did you?"

NaC

Wahahah, great job, Crazed. You too Jessica. Spifferific.
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He can look at me all he wants, Ginny thought petulantly. But he's never, and I mean never, going to win a staring contest with a Weasley.

It must have been a full minute and a half ago that the hardest and most frustrating staring contest of Virginia Weasley's life had begun. If you would have asked her, she wouldnt have been able to tell you how it began, only that after her clever comment concerning seating arrangements, he'd just crossed his arms and said, "That's fine with me."

Agitated by his hypocrisy, she folded her own pale limbs and glared, but suddenly it had become an all-out war.

Brown on grey.

Cinnamon on sugar.

Choco on silver.

And with each moment his smirk grew and grew and grew.....

~Ryoko~

"Here are your drinks," Dobby said, rushing over to Ginny and placing one drink on her table then scurrying over to Draco's table to place his drink in front of him. "The pie will be ready soon."

"Thanks, Dobby," Ginny said, not breaking eye contact.

Draco pretended Dobby wasn't there and continued to smirk at Ginny.

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Couldn't think of what else to write, but I love this so far. Nice job everyone.

NaC

I'm still stuck on ideas. I think I may have to go back and read everything again.

-Kristina

Sucking in his pride, Draco picked up his mug of butterbeer and moved to sit across from Ginny smirking defiantly. To his disappointment she only looked mildly surprised even as she continued to glare at him.

Dobby ventured forward to touch Ginny's shoulder tentatively as he glanced furtively at Draco. "Um…is Miss Wheezy alright?”

Draco - quite unintentionally - had chosen that exact moment to shift his foot forward to slide against Ginny’s.

In any case he thought the result was quite amusing.

Ginny choked on her pumpkin juice and her eyes watered even as she tried to keep Draco’s stare.

“I'm fine!” She squeaked.

Dobby looked hesitant as he carefully looked from the red-faced girl to his former master.

“Your pie will be ready soon,” he said again uncertainly.

“Thank you Dobby,” said Ginny, her voice cracking as Draco slid his foot up her calf.

Draco’s smirk widened.

As soon as the house elf left Ginny reared her foot back kicking Draco’s shin fiercely. She smiled satisfactorily as Draco’s smirk turned into a grimace and he bent over quickly to hold his nearly fractured shin.

“I win.”

Draco’s eyes met hers with a glare. “You cheated so I win wench.”

Ginny eyed him as she took a sip of her juice. She suddenly leant forward and Draco moved back as her face bent dangerously close to his.

“See that’s not cheating. I see cheating as someone sliding their disgustingly expensive dragon leather boots against someone’s leg to distract them.”

She leant back and glared. “Prat.”

Draco couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. Shaking his head, he leant back in his chair and gave her an appraising look.

“You really did change.”

She snorted. “You never even knew me before.”

Draco didn’t answer as he continued to rub his shin absently.

After a few minutes of silence she spoke up quite suddenly. “Why’re you spreading lies about me?”

A smile curved his lips as he stared at her. “Did you know when your brother’s pissed off he bollocks’ up even worse than usual in Potions.”

She pursed her lips. “I see. So your main goal in life is to extract amusement from manipulating people’s emotions.”

Draco looked surprised.

“Exactly!”

Ginny rolled her eyes at his ridiculous view on life’s little joys. Slytherins really were twisted.

“Did you also know,” Draco continued carefully, his eyes holding hers. “That when you’re pissed off, it’s an unbelievable turn on.”

Ginny stared. “I sincerely hope you don’t believe that to be an effective pick up line.”

Draco scowled. Maybe Blaise was right, maybe he was out of practice.

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Blehhhh! ^^