A/N's - Hi! Um, this is a joint effort. Samwise-dragoneyes (that's me!) And ZiBl decided to write a fanfic together, and since we couldn't decide whose name to put it up under, we just made a joint name! Anyway, this is our first fanfic ever, and we are so excited! Flames are alright, if you really hate it that much, but nice reviews are better. (Hint hint, say no more) And with that, we're off!
A/N 2 – Okay, just a note: we started writing this before books 5 and 6. So… THEY DON'T EXIST!
Disclaimer: We are poor. J.K. owns all. Don't sue. Nuff said.
Dancing With the Dragon
By: Two insane idiots (samwise-dragoneyes and ZiBl)
Chapter 1: What the hell is DDR?
Crap! Why the hell do they always have to leave me out of their conversations? Ginny Weasley wondered to herself as she wandered along the Hogwarts Express, searching for an open compartment. She had been sitting with the "Dream Team", but they kicked her out because they needed their "private time." Thus the reason Ginny was now wandering the aisles of the train, questing desperately for an open compartment.
Though I suppose I should be used to it, she thought to herself. They had been excluding her for years, always thinking her insufficient to be a real part in the fight against evil. But that, Ginny swore as she glanced into another full compartment, was all going to change this year. She had found in herself a new courage, a new boldness, during the last summer. No more of the shy little tag-along Weasley she once was. She was going to make herself known this year. Grinning at this thought, she opened the last door and found herself face-to-face with a platinum blonde gripping a knife.
If she hadn't been so shocked, she would have laughed- Draco Malfoy was cutting his hair! Holding a strand of hair so brilliant it was almost white in front of his aristocratic face, he was cross-eyed and his tongue stuck out slightly as he sliced.
"Malfoy?" she exclaimed in an understandably shocked tone. "What the hell are you doing?" Draco paused before the knife touched his hair and glared up at Ginny. His eyes, they're like ice or a sudden storm... too bad they belong to a Malfoy.
"Nothing you need to know about, Weasel." He spat out his diminutive nickname for her family as if it were poison.
"Are you cutting your hair? With a knife? You retard. Here, let me do it for you." He looked at her, his normally expressionless face contorted in surprise.
"And why would I let you come within 10 feet of me? I'd have to wash myself about 500 times, and the filth would probably still stay on."
"You'll let me near you because you're going kill yourself like that, and then I'll get blamed. So just shut up and hand me the knife! It's not like I'm exactly jumping for joy either." Draco looked at her with a calculating gaze, then sullenly handed her the knife.
"If you mess up my hair, Weasel, I'll kill you."
"Whatever," Ginny replied as she began cutting. In a short while, Draco's cloud-white hair had been cut to a length suitable for spiking. It was as Ginny was slicing through the last silky strand that the unthinkable happened. In a word, Ron. He took one a glance at the scene in front of him: Ginny, on her knees, holding Draco Malfoy's hair. The knife was unfortunately obscured by Ginny's waves of auburn hair. Draco's expression was one of intense concentration, mistaken by a furious Ron as one of intense longing.
"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing with my sister?" Ginny sprang up like a startled doe and surprised everyone by fervently defending her actions, or at least, she would have, if the train had not decided at that exact moment to stop at Hogsmeade Station. Ginny was flung off her feet, directly into Draco's arms. He steadied her, holding her for a moment longer than necessary before seemingly coming to his senses and shoving her violently away.
"I know I'm sexy, Red. But honestly, even Pansy is less keen," Draco shot at her, his regular sarcastic smirk firmly in place. He stood up in one fluid motion, glancing over at Ron frantically trying to leap on him, restrained only by Hermione, as Harry was too busy standing with a shocked look on his face. "Don't flatter yourself, Weasel. Nothing in the world could make me lower myself that much." With one final smirk, he left the train, cloak swishing behind him.
Ginny took one look at Ron's livid face and followed Draco's example, leaving the compartment as fast as her legs could carry her. Newfound courage or no, everyone knew that when Ronald Weasley had that look on his face, you'd better leave, and fast.
Draco looked over at the youngest Weasel and smiled. Good, she was in trouble with the Dream Team, or at least he guessed so, judging by the fact that she had "accidentally" sat as far away from them as she could get.
"Drakie, you aren't paying attention to me. Didn't you miss me?" He rolled his eyes. Of course, Pansy the Desperate had managed to take the seat right next to him. Lord, he'd rather have a Weasley sitting there, or even The-Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die. Thankfully, he was spared the torture of replying by Dumbledore tapping the side of his goblet to get attention. Phew, even listening to that flea-bitten Muggle-loving fool is better than the mind-numbing boredom that is Pansy Parkinson.
"Students of Hogwarts, may I have your attention please? The Ministry has recently informed me that schools must now offer additional forms of exercise, since not every student can play Quidditch. And so, since our Muggle Studies Department also needs a little boost, I have decided to introduce a Muggle arcade dancing game known as Dance Dance Revolution, or DDR to fans."
At this point, Dumbledore was rudely interrupted by Dean Thomas, who had leapt up on his chair and shouted, "YES!" at the top of his lungs. Every single head in the Great Hall swiveled and looked at the Muggle-born boy currently doing a victory dance.
"Mr. Thomas," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "Since you obviously understand DDR, would you care to explain it to your fellow students?" Dean grinned as he mock-bowed to the professor.
"I would be absolutely delighted, Headmaster." He then proceeded to step onto the table and unabashedly addressed his fellow students. "For starters, DDR is the best game in the world. In the game, there is a screen and two footpads." At this point, Dumbledore conjured up a DDR machine to help illustrate Dean's point. "Okay. Two people can play at once. One person stands on one pad, the other person stands on the other pad. The two people select a song from the play list and arrows will scroll up on the screen to four stationary arrows at the top: up, down, left, and right. When a left arrow scrolls up the screen and meets the stationary arrow at the top, you need to put your foot on the left arrow on the foot pad. You get scored from 'miss' to 'perfect' depending how will you hit the arrow. The arrows scroll by in time to the music, so basically, you're stepping to the beat of the song. The speed of the arrows scrolling by depends on the speed of the song and your difficulty level. There are five different levels: Beginner, Light, Standard, Heavy, and Oni. Must songs don't have Oni steps, so we shall discuss it no further.On Heavy, the hardest level, there will be more arrows at a time and they will fly by faster than with Standard, obviously. The object is to get the most arrows lined up perfectly, and whichever of the two people does that wins the challenge." Still grinning, Dean hopped off the table and slid back in his seat.
"Thank you, Mr. Thomas, for that lovely explanation. There will be two DDR machines in every common room, and one special machine for between-house challenges. The challenge machine will be placed in a particular room in the dungeons, the location of which your prefects will inform you shortly. Thank you. Please follow your prefects to your common rooms, and have a wonderful year at Hogwarts." With that, all the students got up and began walking towards their common rooms, chatting excitedly about the new game. Hmmm, Ginny thought, this could be fun. Wonder if I could get Dean to give me lessons. On the other side of the room, Draco's thoughts were the total opposite. Who the hell would want to play that? Stupid Muggle games.
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