Toast Chapter 6 Unexpected Compliments
Ginny blinked her eyes open as a ray of sunlight burst through her eyelids. She raised her arm up, her fingers rubbing her chocolate pools. She stretched, letting out a huge yawn, knocking her curtains aside. A gold glint attracted her eyes to the floor.
"The diary," she breathed, slowly extending her hand out to it. Her hands caressed the soft material, a jolt jumping up her spine. Ginny opened the cover, flicking to the last page. It's completely full? She asked herself, letting her eyes skim the pages. Placing her finger inside, she picked a page. Ginny let her eyes scan over the words. Looking at the date, she raised her eyebrow.
"Well, that must have been back in his fourth year!" she exclaimed, burying her head inside.
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Gah, I can't believe Pansy has drug me to the damned ball. It was such a drag. I could have puked at the site of Granger. Who does she think she is trying to impress everyone!… as if a deranged Mudblood could. Gag me with a chainsaw and put me out of my misery.
It was quite entertaining to see Weasley though. She fixes up nice. And yes, I just said there was a female Weasley. Go figure right? Well just the way she smiled, it lit up the room. Not that I was looking, of course not. Who in their right mind would be staring at a Weasley? But she's got damned good legs... They were just... yeah. And she doesn't have a bad arse either. A whole lot better than Pansy's I'll assure you.
WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL AM I SAYING? Argh, I'm going to bed before mum and dad put me in St. Mungo's.
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Ginny gasped, looking down at her legs. He's right; they're not that bad... she sighed. Eager to read more entries she flipped further on in the book. She figured the date in her head, supposing the entry was around his sixth year.
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God, I swear I am the biggest pansy in the history of the world! Gah! I'm not even fit to be called a teenage boy! ACK! I HATE MYSELF!!!!!! You want to know what happened? Well, I was sitting in the library and this gorgeous Ravenclaw was eyeing me up and down. I pretended I didn't notice. So within five minutes she comes up to me and sits down on my lap. (We were in the back of the library so Pince couldn't see us.) She begins kissing me like wild. Of course I kissed back, but when she stuck her hands down my pants I FROZE. She looked at me like I had ten heads, AND SHE WALKED AWAY!
Now you tell me, what kind of hormonal teenager am I? I can't even get with someone when they want to give it all to me. I could kick myself ten times over and over again. I swear, I wanted to... I just couldn't let myself do it! (Only God knows why!) Oh well, she probably stunk in bed anyway. She's too much of a bookworm to be studying up on sex.
Wonder how a Gryffindor would give it. Probably would be horrible. I can just picture Granger trying... on second thought, don't, squick me with a stick. Brown might be decent being as she doesn't have her head up her fat ass with Gryffindor morals. Baby girl Weasley might be the best. She's developed quite nicely.
Hey, shoot me, I'm just a hormonal male (not when it comes to actually doing things, but I still am one OKAY?) looking at anything with hooters. And, well, she's got them.
Nevaeh or Pansy both give the best shag in Slytherin, can't decide which would be better. Though it really was quite funny how Nevaeh came onto me... you see
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Ginny tore her eyes away from the paper. She bit her bottom lip uncertainly, glancing back at the page. She regretted it moments later. A crimson blush spread across her face as she read part of Draco's play by play of his snog. Her eyes widened as she quickly flipped the page.
"That's funny, he's skipped a few months..." Ginny murmured. She cocked her head to the side, observing the entry.
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Not much to write about lately. Life's been boring as hell. It would be more fun killing off Muggles with father than sitting here in a dead stupor. Snape's classes have been the only thing getting me through.
On a brighter note, father sent me an owl today. Said he found out about my looking at the Weasley girl. He wasn't too happy. Threatened me with the usual; death, torture, a day with the Dark lord, etc. Doubt it would be that bad anyway. Kill a few Muggles, rape a couple witches, steal some things. Actually it sounds like a ball. I should look at Weasley more often Eh?
Snape cracked a few good ones at Potty today. Just about fell out of my seat laughing I did. Weasley, the boy, threw me a rather nasty side-glance mumbling something about bouncing ferrets. Snape almost let me sick Crabbe and Goyle on him. I really have to give Ron and what's her face different nickname. I've heard the bloody twins calling him Ronniekins or something. Guess I'll just use that.
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Ginny tilted her head in confusion. His father tortured him, or at least threatened to? That can't be healthy... she pondered. She flopped back on her bed, the diary falling shut. She heard a brisk rasping at the door.
"Come in!" Ginny shouted, shoving the diary under her pillow. She heard the door creak partially open.
"Hate to interrupt you, but you already slept through lunch, and I thought you might want to make it to ONE of your classes. Hayley came down today saying you looked rather green. I got you excused from Transfiguration and Charms already, though I doubt Lupin will be happy with your missing his classes two days in a row," Colin shouted through a crack in the door. Ginny peaked out from her curtains, seeing his red-as-a-tomato face.
"What, scared to come in the girl's dormitory? Or are you just trying to sneak in a few pictures of us?" Ginny grinned.
"What do you mean us, you little rascal, you're the only one here. Redheads..." Colin sighed rolling his eyes.
"GAH! What's wrong with being a red head?" Ginny squawked jumping out of the bed. Colin gulped, his eyes getting wide as a furious blush spread across his face. Ginny looked at him quizzically, her eyes tracing down to her body. Her eyes widened upon seeing herself in nothing but her knickers. She yelped, grabbing her sheets, covering herself with them.
"Uh... wow, I'll, Er- I'll just be going now!" Colin blinked, turning around, rushing out of the room. Ginny let out an exasperated sigh.
"Who stripped me down to my knickers?" she huffed, grabbing some clothes, throwing them on. She burst down to the common room.
"What's with the green Gin?" Ron asked her, ruffling her already messy hair. She looked up at him, confused.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, her eyebrow fluttering up into her forehead.
"Look at youreslf, green sweater, green plaid skirt... You would look like a pear if it wasn't for your red hair!" Harry piped in. Ginny rolled her cold eyes at him. Seeing some of the girls from her dorm room, Ginny excused herself from the trio and trotted over to them.
"Okay, which one of you stripped me down last night?" she growled at them. Hayley stepped out of the group, pushing her curly brown hair behind her ear.
"I did, you were sweating like a pig. I thought I was doing you a favor," she sighed sweetly. Ginny grunted.
"Alright, fair enough answer!" she huffed, trying to find Colin. She spotted his still red face over in the corner, playing chess with Marcus Chapman. Ginny tapped Colin on the shoulder. He remained facing the other way. She tapped him a tad more forcefully on the shoulder. Colin turned around, his camera plastered to his face.
"Gottchya!" he grinned, clicking the flash button. Ginny squinted, her eyes flashing with the light of the camera.
"What was that for?" she smiled.
"Just catching the many moods of the gorgeous Ms. Virginia Weasley!" Colin chuckled. Ginny threw him a sideways glance, raising her eyebrow. Colin excused himself from his chess game, standing up.
He bounded out of the portrait. Ginny trotted up beside him. She looked at him, not muttering a word.
"What?" Colin asked, immediately stopping, taking another picture of her. Ginny shielded her eyes from the bright flash.
"You're acting really odd... You've seen me in my knickers before so I don't see why this time was so special that you had to run away," she mumbled, scratching her head. Colin abruptly turned to her.
"You want to know why I blushed Ginny?" he asked. She nodded her head.
"I blushed as any other straight guy would!" Colin spat. Ginny stepped back, unsure of how she should take his statement.
"What do you mean?" she whispered.
"Gods Ginny! You're gorgeous! Every single guy is jealous of me because I get to spend every waking moment with you. Honestly I like it too... who wouldn't want to be in the company of a beautiful woman? You have everything Ginny. You have the perfect look, the perfect hair... even the best smile. Everyone turns when you walk into a room. Every guy wishes he could call you his own, but you want Harry. The one guy you can't get. He wouldn't even treat you right, and I wouldn't be able to bear it if he hurt you more than he already does. Ginny, I know I can't have you... so that's why I'm taking all these pictures of you!" he explained, his head drooping.
"Oh Colin," Ginny gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. She slowly extended her hand to his shoulder. He gazed down at her.
"You are a princess, and don't let anyone treat you otherwise," he mumbled, tilting his head down, his eyes closed. Ginny tightened her body in surprise as his warm lips met with her own for an instant. He pulled away upon feeling no response.
"See you Ginny," he nodded, dashing away. She slumped to the floor, not knowing what to make of the whole situation. She slid over to the window, hunger fleeing from her mind.
"It wasn't supposed to be like that! He wasn't supposed to kiss me. We were just going to be friends, and let nothing come between that. What happened… did I really just lose my best friend?" Ginny asked herself, running her fingers through her hair. She faintly heard a rush of students hurrying off to their classes, but stayed in her place. No one disturbed her from her train of thought.
"A Gryffindor, skipping class? Tsk tsk!" Filch's drawing voice cackled from behind her. She ran to the common room, not bothering to mumble a reply.
The door to the sixth year's dorm snapped shut, Ginny's bed curtains ruffling closed. Inside Ginny lit her wand and was staring into Draco's journal.
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What in the hell did I get myself into this time? Sure I was just showing Weasley how much better I was than Potter, but I didn't expect her to be so damned good. Believed it or not she was amazing. Nearly blew my socks off with one damned kiss. Fire crept up my spine when she let my tongue into her mouth. I could have jumped for fucking joy. I couldn't help but kiss her back with everything I had. It took everything to restrain myself from sticking my hands up her shirt, wouldn't want her to know how much I wanted her. I swear she may not have known it, but... lets just say I was a tad bit perky.
It just felt good to kiss someone, and know that they needed it. God, if she didn't feel anything I'll kick myself. What am I talking about, she loved it. Who can resist a Malfoy? Besides, I could even hear her moaning with pleasure as I tickled her insides. She's a slave to me. Shit, this is going to be fun toying with her! And it's not like I don't get any benefits either.
Bloody hell, mother and father are going to send me to St. Mungos for sure. At least they will if they get their hands on this. I'll be sure to make a grand exit from Hogwarts too.
I know what I'll do... I'll ride out on an imaginary horse. That'll give everyone a good laugh. I can hear them all now 'Malfoys finally gone nutters!' and others will say 'damned waste of a perfectly good man!' I'm laughing already. The best part is that I can actually see myself doing it. It's getting rather late, and I should go to sleep before Crabbe's snoring strip wears off.
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Ginny grunted in anger. Do they only think of my body? She threw the diary down on the floor.
"You've got me into a big mess! Now I have no idea as to how to give you back to him without him knowing I was the one that took you. Gods, this is going to be hard. I can just remember how awful hard it was to get you from him, just imagine how hard it'll be to give it back with him on the constant look out!" she roared at the diary. She flopped onto the bed, not caring that she was missing Lupin's class again.
Exhausted, Ginny let her eyes close. The darkness consumed her, swallowing her into sleepiness. Giving gave up the fight to stay awake, letting her mind carry her off to a sweet dream.