Listening to> 'Shattered' - The Rolling Stones
Reading> 'The Descent of Woman: The Classic Study of Evolution' - nearly finished
Working On> Trying to stay awake
Film of the moment> Amelie & Motorcycle Diaries
PS I AM SO GLAD I FOUND FOOD BLOGS!
Ahem. And shall we continue into the fanfic dedicated to Tea?
Untitled Fic
'Pink. Blue. Yellow. No. How about... how does green sound? With a spot of silver, y'know, to make it seem ancient and pureblood. Merlin knows gold would be more regal, but that bloody Godric's got his dirty traitorous paws all over it...'
Draco thinned his lips after reading the entry. It had taken a lot of cajoling and threats (and yes, begging but no self-respecting Malfoy would admit to that) to finally have his hands on the legendary diary of Salazar Slytherin, founder of the Hogwarts house. And so far, all Draco's learned about the dodgy bugger is that he was particular about his poached eggs (five house-elves died in one noted incident), fostered an almost homo-erotic hatred for his rival Godric Gryffindor, and for some reason hated the sight of burnt toast. This would not do at all. He spent up all his sweets privilege, Christmas gifts, and birthday gifts in order to read a series of rambling rants of someone who thought snakes made good maracas?
It truly made him reconsider the virtues of Slytherin's descendant. Not that he was actively thinking the Dark Lord was somehow inept, but honestly, doesn't that sort of eccentricity explain the inability to kill Potter?
He bared his teeth instinctively. Saint Potter. Bloody, bloody, bloody... bloody Potter. Bastard. Git. Bl--
'Malfoy? Are you still making that Potter face?'
Draco quickly hid the leather-bound journal under his pillow. 'NO!'
Blaise tsk-tsked. 'You do know that it'll give you wrinkles, yes?' He pushed himself off the door frame and walked slowly to Draco's bed. Draco nudged the book farther towards the headboard and wedged himself in front of the pillow. 'What do you want?' he asked, warily. Blaise loved snooping around, but loved filching things even more. The last time anyone finally broke through the charms placed on Blaise's trunk a treasure of shiny baubles, coins, remembralls, and four human noses were found. And if that wasn't enough, Father would kill him if anyone were to 'borrow' Malfoy property.
Blaise looked over Draco's shoulder in interest. 'There's someone asking for you. I say, is that a journal?'
'No, it's just a family scrapbook. Nothing worth mentioning.' Draco inwardly groaned as a light flashed in Blaise's eyes. 'If it's nothing, surely you will not mind if I have a looksie?'
Draco quickly scanned his room in vain. He couldn't just chuck it into the corner, Blaise would surely follow. He couldn't transfigure with the bloody magpie being so close. Blaise would snatch faster than he could even utter a spell. Finding no other avenue open, Draco pointed at the door and said, 'Ooh look, a shiny mirror ball!'
Disregarding the other boy's cries of 'where? where?', Draco quickly slipped the journal under his robes and sprinted out the door. Barely anyone looked up from their homework in the common room, which would have normally irritated him. His eyes darted about the space, passed over the two great big lumps currently eating some sort of sticky pudding near the fireplace, and finally landed on a half-reclined Pansy. He rushed over to her and panted, 'Blaise. Wants.' Pansy raised her sleepy eyes from her work and blinked. Draco commended himself on his ability to not recoil at the sight of the girl, something that took years to perfect. He supposed it wasn't really her fault that she resembled a pug. Purebloods aren't always as pretty as him.
'Oh, it's you.' Pansy tucked a hair behind her ear in that insufferable way she thought was feminine. 'Someone's waiting for you outside,' she frowned. 'Never mind that,' Draco spat. 'Blaise. Do something!'
She patted her robe pocket. 'I still have the silver pocketwatch you gave me for Valentine's Day.' A blush rose to her face. 'Remember?'
Draco really didn't. He vaguely remembered handing her something that wasn't a silver pocketwatch that day, but he wasn't going to argue with a love-struck girl. Especially if she was willing to help against Blaise.
A loud roar erupted from the direction of his room. Chills ran down his spine, and Draco clutched Pansy for support. 'Distract him,' he managed to utter before fleeing. His beating heart managed a bit of respite when the words 'Oooh shiny!' was heard. Draco took in a deep breath and stepped outside the Stone Wall. To find himself staring at a Weasley.
*hah! wondering when she was coming in, right?*
He took a step backwards and ungracefully said, 'Whuh?'
The Weasley was a girl, and from what he remembered, a Potter groupie. Once more, Draco's face started to tick.
'Oi. What's wrong wiv your face?' She had her arms crossed, with one hand holding onto some sort of parchment.
'Nothing,' he snapped back at her. 'What do you want, Weasley?'
'Took you long enough to ask,' she said angrily. 'Do you know how long I've waited for you? I had to ask five Slytherins to get you to come see me. FIVE! What, you lot don't understand simple instructions?'
'Watch who you're talking to!' was what Draco meant to say in his 'I-can-give-you-a-month's-detention-with-Filch' prefect voice. Instead, the journal fell out from under his robes. Horrified, Draco merely stared as it landed in the very middle of the two.
'What's that?,' she asked, craning her neck to read the faded cover letters. 'Er, nothing, nothing,' Draco replied, bending his knees and hurriedly shoving the book back into his robes. 'Now, Weasley--'
'Ginny.'
'Ginny. Pray tell me what it is you require of me, and we can soon be on both our ways.' Draco's eyes flitted around the dungeon and wondered frantically if the journal would fit in hiding spot #2. Or perhaps in hiding spot #28, Blaise wouldn never think of searching the owl coops.
'Malfoy, it's like this.' She sighed. He found himself thinking it sounded quite lovely. Perhaps she would make more lovely sounds. How can a creature make such sounds from that rather rude mouth? Oh, now she's saying something.
'I beg your pardon. You want me to what?'
She put her hands on her hips. 'You weren't listening, were you?!'
He had to admit she looked quite fetching when she's worked up. Draco mentally slapped himself. This is Potter's girlfriend, we're talking about!
'Malfoy, your left eye is twitching.' She peered closer into his face, then leaned back shaking her head. 'I don't even know why I'm doing this.'
'Oh come now,' he drawled. 'It can't be that bad. Come, come. Out with it.'
She gave him one last, searching look. He matched that look with an insouciant stare, and wondered whether she knew a good hiding spot away from Blaise. 'All right. Here.'
Draco held onto the parchment with one hand. 'That's it?'
'No, that's not it! Just open it up.'
'Not unless you tell me what it is! For all I know it could be a Gryffindor scheme to.. to blow me to pieces.'
Her nostrils flared in impatience. Draco was surprised to find that endearing. 'It's a part of a game the girls and I were playing! I hand the parchment to someone. They read out the dare and I have to do whatever it is that's written on the parchment to that person's satisfaction.' Her eyes burned. 'Just open the damn thing!'
By Hades, she can be scary. Draco readjusted the book so that it was safely tucked under an arm. The parchment looked innocent enough. If he hadn't left his wand in the room, there might be time for a few spells. But Draco caved into the glare he was currently receiving and carefully unrolled the piece.
'Your dare is to kiss the person reading this scroll out loud.'
The journal landed on his foot. 'Owww!' He grimaced and manfully hopped a little towards the wall. If it weren't for the Weasley here, he'd be clutching the injured foot and shedding a few tears.
Meanwhile, her face was as white as his. Draco bit a lip. 'What's the matter?' he hissed through the pain. 'Think I would enjoy kissing Potter's girlfriend?'
The colour immediately flushed back into her face. 'He's not my boyfriend,' she bit.
'Awww... unrequited love. Too bad he's too busy--'
And before he knew it she had taken a step forward and kicked him in the shin.
'Why the bloody hell did you do that?!' he yelped. 'My foot's already swollen!' Draco shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. Bloody Weasleys, they're all the same: lunatic, violent, and impossible!
'Shut up Malfoy,' she muttered. Her hand muffled anymore disquieting remarks from him. How dare a Weasley kick him! How dare she tell him to shut up! 'You're much better when you're not saying anything, d'you know that?'
He scowled and contemplated biting her hand.
'I'm going to release my hand now.' Her blue eyes held his gaze for a good moment. They didn't look like eyes of a rabid killer, he thought. But she had already kicked him after he was already injured. Who knows what else she's capable of. Draco braced himself for what other violent movement she may have in store.
He warily opened his eyes. She was just staring at him. His shoulders sagged. All the better. Maybe they could work out some deal where--
She threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. This definitely was no sloppy Pansy-kiss, which was akin to having a pet slobber all over one's face for ten minutes. Weasley... Ginny? Her soft lips brushed against his for the tiniest fraction of a second and all he could think of was pink haired babies.
And how ridiculous that sounded in his mind, so Draco kissed back. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, running the tip of his tongue against them. She sighed into his mouth, and it was all he could do from sighing himself.
Instead, he pulled away and cleared his throat. 'I suppose that's the end of the dare,' he continued lamely, looking pointedly in the other direction. 'Yes,' replied Ginny, in the same embarassed tone of voice. She held back her arms and picked up the parchment. 'It looks like the writing's disappeared. Erm, I'm finished here.'
'Yes. Well done.'
A long silence ensued. Neither party could look the other in the eye, so the floor became the intermediary for which conversations flowed.
'I'm sure you have people waiting for you,' said Draco to the floor.
Ginny started and hurriedly agreed. 'Oh God yes, I've been gone a long while. They probably think we're out for a sh--'
Draco took the time to have a coughing fit. Ginny patted his back. 'No, I'm fine, thank you.' He nodded at her.
'Well.' She motioned towards the staircase. 'I'll get going, then.'
'Good. Er. Farewell.' He gave a little wave. Her eyes betrayed an emotion he wasn't able to comprehend, but Ginny quickly rallied her spirits and briskly walked away.
'HEY.'
Draco clutched his chest and turned around. He blanched at the sight of Blaise holding the journal. 'How long have you been there?!'
'Long enough to see your ickle kiss!' He grinned at Draco's reddening face. 'Don't worry, I won't tell.' He cracked the opening a little wider. 'You let me borrow this, and I won't tell her brothers that bad Malfoy has been corrupting their little sister.'
Draco gulped. Visions of three murderous Weasleys filled his mind. 'You wouldn't dare, Blaise. You wouldn't.'
Blaise slung an arm around the poor boy's shoulders and led him back into the common room. 'I couldn't do that to a friend, Draco. Deal?'
Finis.
How'd you like it? Too long? Yeah, I have to admit I just started writing it without any planning (again). Plus I don't read a lot of D/G, so I haven't a clue what's going on. Erm... That's it! Review if you can!