Invalid Intentions
Shock dissolved into her tongue and begged for saliva. She pulled the strung hair, shunting it aside behind her earlobes. "Hello, Ron," she said nervously, pushing Draco off her in a sudden, swift movement.
Ron glared at her, his once aghast expression modifying into a strength of disapproval. "Ginny," he said, his voice dropping within every word, carefully, as if to inspect if this was really her.
The shock was unbeliavable, spreading throughout the room like a disease that needn't be cured. Ginny sat motionless in disbelief, sure that this was not happening, and even though it was, she could care less. Draco sat cross-legged beside her, his eyebrows raised. The silence was incredible in it's depths -- no one spoke for several minutes, and no one even dared to move.
"Ginny," Ron said again, her name rolling off his tongue, as if to experiment if he could still talk and his mouth would still follow in it's usual, lurid movement.
Before she could respond, before Draco raised his head and gave a smirk that begged for an inappropriate comment, Lucius Malfoy charged into the room.
***
"AHA!!!" Lucius exclaimed, embellishing the word in a charge of a screech as he pointed his finger at the . "I knew it! THREESOME!"
"Ewww--like gross," Ginny murmured. She found herself punching Draco uncounsciously. "You're father's an old senile little fuc--"
She caught Ron's threatening eyes and stammered, "Fua--father."
"Father, we're in the middle of an evil-floo-powder-crisis. Would you please leave so we may fix this and I am not a cross-dresser nor am I gay."
His father's lips parted in a curling gape, before he shrugged nonchantly. "Whatever."
And with that, he charged out of the room with a small slam of the door.
Draco grinned at the two Weasleys that gazed at him in bewilderment, then clicked his tongue smugly. "Works---every---single---time."
***
"OUCH!" Draco yelled as Ron smacked him harshly with the pillow, feathers strewing out from the gapes.
"You will not touch her---" Ron smacked him again. "EVER. EVER. AGAIN."
"He didn't touch me!" Ginny cried, trying to ruin this fight. "I touched him, instead!"
Both boys stopped in mid-freeze, the pillow over Ron's head. Draco blinked.
"--Err. Continue," Ginny said, and they did ensue, in a most frightening manner.
Ginny sighed, and settled down at the corner of the nearest bed, feeling this would last for more than five hundred million years.
***
Five hundred million years later, Ginny was but a helpless, fragile freckled being as she was pushed downstairs by the prodding fingers of her brother, Ron. Draco stopped in the middle of the railway.
"Bye Weasels," he murmured hastily.
Ginny didn't dare turn her head, as she felt that the outraged heat evaporating between her and her brother was enough for one day.
Ron stepped near the fireplace first, when Ginny suddenly remembered.
"Draco!" she called.
Draco turned around from the proceeding of the stairs and raised his eyebrows at her.
"Ummm...I need my duffel bag," she murmured.
"Ah," Draco said, shifting uncomfortably, then, with his hands upturning in a combined circle at his back, he asked shyly, "Maybe you could-- umm...like..."
She gestured for him to hurry his pace.
"...Get it next Thursday, say--ummm...midnight?" He grinned invitingly at her.
Ginny bared a small smile at her lips, and was about to answer when--
"Hem, hem," Ron said failingly behind her. "Overprotective brother here."
Ginny gave him a murderous look before throwing Draco a sweet one. "Maybe."
And with that, she pushed Ron forward toward the fireplace--
"Ginny?" Draco called.
Ginny felt lightheaded and dizzy as she turned around and saw Draco smirking in ease.
"--Next time, use a fucking portkey."
***
4:37 finished
in outrageously brilliant manner
***
Hehe. Off to write a story concerning Lucius/Duffel Bag. Scared? Good. You should be. Love you all, thanks for all the encouragement for this romance/parody/humor. Loved doing it and I am really going to miss updating it so late. *sobs uncontrollably*.
We will always, always have floo powder.
---*whispers mystically*---Forever.
Shock dissolved into her tongue and begged for saliva. She pulled the strung hair, shunting it aside behind her earlobes. "Hello, Ron," she said nervously, pushing Draco off her in a sudden, swift movement.
Ron glared at her, his once aghast expression modifying into a strength of disapproval. "Ginny," he said, his voice dropping within every word, carefully, as if to inspect if this was really her.
The shock was unbeliavable, spreading throughout the room like a disease that needn't be cured. Ginny sat motionless in disbelief, sure that this was not happening, and even though it was, she could care less. Draco sat cross-legged beside her, his eyebrows raised. The silence was incredible in it's depths -- no one spoke for several minutes, and no one even dared to move.
"Ginny," Ron said again, her name rolling off his tongue, as if to experiment if he could still talk and his mouth would still follow in it's usual, lurid movement.
Before she could respond, before Draco raised his head and gave a smirk that begged for an inappropriate comment, Lucius Malfoy charged into the room.
***
"AHA!!!" Lucius exclaimed, embellishing the word in a charge of a screech as he pointed his finger at the . "I knew it! THREESOME!"
"Ewww--like gross," Ginny murmured. She found herself punching Draco uncounsciously. "You're father's an old senile little fuc--"
She caught Ron's threatening eyes and stammered, "Fua--father."
"Father, we're in the middle of an evil-floo-powder-crisis. Would you please leave so we may fix this and I am not a cross-dresser nor am I gay."
His father's lips parted in a curling gape, before he shrugged nonchantly. "Whatever."
And with that, he charged out of the room with a small slam of the door.
Draco grinned at the two Weasleys that gazed at him in bewilderment, then clicked his tongue smugly. "Works---every---single---time."
***
"OUCH!" Draco yelled as Ron smacked him harshly with the pillow, feathers strewing out from the gapes.
"You will not touch her---" Ron smacked him again. "EVER. EVER. AGAIN."
"He didn't touch me!" Ginny cried, trying to ruin this fight. "I touched him, instead!"
Both boys stopped in mid-freeze, the pillow over Ron's head. Draco blinked.
"--Err. Continue," Ginny said, and they did ensue, in a most frightening manner.
Ginny sighed, and settled down at the corner of the nearest bed, feeling this would last for more than five hundred million years.
***
Five hundred million years later, Ginny was but a helpless, fragile freckled being as she was pushed downstairs by the prodding fingers of her brother, Ron. Draco stopped in the middle of the railway.
"Bye Weasels," he murmured hastily.
Ginny didn't dare turn her head, as she felt that the outraged heat evaporating between her and her brother was enough for one day.
Ron stepped near the fireplace first, when Ginny suddenly remembered.
"Draco!" she called.
Draco turned around from the proceeding of the stairs and raised his eyebrows at her.
"Ummm...I need my duffel bag," she murmured.
"Ah," Draco said, shifting uncomfortably, then, with his hands upturning in a combined circle at his back, he asked shyly, "Maybe you could-- umm...like..."
She gestured for him to hurry his pace.
"...Get it next Thursday, say--ummm...midnight?" He grinned invitingly at her.
Ginny bared a small smile at her lips, and was about to answer when--
"Hem, hem," Ron said failingly behind her. "Overprotective brother here."
Ginny gave him a murderous look before throwing Draco a sweet one. "Maybe."
And with that, she pushed Ron forward toward the fireplace--
"Ginny?" Draco called.
Ginny felt lightheaded and dizzy as she turned around and saw Draco smirking in ease.
"--Next time, use a fucking portkey."
***
4:37 finished
in outrageously brilliant manner
***
Hehe. Off to write a story concerning Lucius/Duffel Bag. Scared? Good. You should be. Love you all, thanks for all the encouragement for this romance/parody/humor. Loved doing it and I am really going to miss updating it so late. *sobs uncontrollably*.
We will always, always have floo powder.
---*whispers mystically*---Forever.