Gaining Memories
A/N: As some of you may know .. or not, I hate the cliches in a DG story. So I put some minor cliches of DG through out the whole story to - well, mock them. Thumbs up if you can find them all.
Chapter 6 - Slytherin got your tongue
And I was gonna lay it down for you
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Her life wasn't as bad as she thought it would end up. It wasn't even near bad, more like `good'. In all her life she was told the Malfoys were bad people and so she grew up to hate the Malfoys. But Draco was another story, he wasn't bad. He is witty, sly, sneaky and all those other Slytherin qualities, but not bad. Ginny would feel very insulted if people said Draco was a bad person. Maybe in their eyes he was a bad person, but Draco was nothing more than a teenaged bully. That did not hold him back to be a very sweet boyfriend, not at all.
Ginny had grown a liking for this certain Malfoy. Sure, they had made a fight or two in this month, but he could be very sweet. Like this morning; she got up from her bed and was greeted by an eagle that could not be mistaken to be Draco's. He was holding a red rose with a card that said;
If a red rose could show you my love for you
Red roses you will get
He was like that, Draco. Very spontaneous and sweet. Ginny was smiling like a crazy git in love. But she wasn't in love. Merlin, could you imagine if Ginny fell in love with Draco? That would be so wrong. She liked him, she did not have a crush on him in any sort. Even if she felt like she was in heaven when he kissed her, it did not made her crushing on him like Pansy Parkinson.
But his snogs were heavenly, his lips were just perfect and always tasted like peaches. Even though she hates peaches, it really suits him. His hands were always playing with her long red hair while his tongue was tenderly licking her bottom lip ... Oh my Merlin, is that drool? Ginny girl, you can't even think of him and you start drooling all over your pillow.
Ginny cleaned her mouth with the rest of her pillowcase and quickly got up, giving one quick glance at her red rose. She was up pretty early, everybody else was fast asleep. Pulling on her school robes she made her way down to the common room. She could still smell the scent of the rose as she walked into the common room.
Ginny gasped at the sight before her, her hand reached for her heart. It was like a garden had been placed there over night. Red roses where literally everywhere. Petals where on the floor, roses filled the vases on the table, on the couch, on the chairs, even above the fireplace. There was a single rose hovering right before her face, a little note was attached to it.
Ginny read the elegant letters that said Ginny and grabbed the rose. She quickly turned over the card and read;
You can get all the roses in the world
But my love for you is still greater than that
Love, Draco
All Ginny wanted to do right then was squeal like a childly little schoolgirl, even though she apparently was one already. Her eyes beamed of happiness as she slowly strolled to the portrait, taking some petals with her.
"Ginny?" she heard someone say behind her. Ginny turned around and saw Hermione looking at all the roses around the place.
"My god, who's it from?" Hermione asked, slowly rubbing out her eyes. Ginny swallowed and slid the card into her pocket. If anyone knew this was from Draco, they would just laugh at him and her.
"It's from err - a Hufflepuff. A houself told me to say to Hermione Granger that she has a secret admirer," Ginny smoothly lied, she was becoming better at telling lies.
Hermione's lips twitched at the corner of her mouth. "Really?" she said happily, grabbing a rose and inhaled the scent.
"Yah ...." said Ginny and quickly left the common room.
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Soon the Hogwarts population knew all about Hermione's new secret admirer. Ginny could not help but laugh whenever someone asked Hermione who he was. When Hermione asked Ginny who he was Ginny answered if she was sure if it was a boy. The bushy brunette turned rather white and kept her mouth.
Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table at breakfast, eying Draco as he stepped into the Great Hall. When he caught sight of her, he smiled and took a seat at the Slytherin table.
Ginny secretly grinned in herself. He stopped visiting her in the mornings when that scene happened. Ginny recalled the scene when she was having a very bad mood.
Everything had gone wrong when she stepped out of the wrong side of the bed. She stepped into some glass, making her bleed. Her socks were stolen by some houselves to wash - they weren't even dirty! - and she pulled on her robes inside out.
So when she came down to the Great Hall, a little bounce in her walk, no socks in her shoes and her robes still inside out, you could tell to stay out of her way. Only, no one ever told Draco the rule about leaving Ginny alone in the mornings.
When he sat down next to her and placed an arm around her Ginny lost her sanity and literally jumped on him - no it was not animal lust. He was sprawled across the floor while Ginny was sitting on him and choking the poor bloke. But before he really couldn't breathe anymore, some Gryffindors pulled her off of him.
Ginny smiled in a distant and played with her hair. You should have seen him run when he got free.
Then, out of nowhere, a letter dropped in front of her. Ginny looked up at Draco, was it from him? But the letter wasn't signed, Draco's letters were always signed. Ginny poked the letter with her fork, maybe it was a letter from her brothers and if you opened it, something terrible would happen. She poked it again. Nothing.
Ginny carefully picked up the letter and opened it. There was a parchment, ripped off of something.
How dare you to steal my Draco from me? You're nothing more than a ruddy little weasel with absolutely no intelligence at all. You should be shot at once just because your filthy mother dared to bare such a child. So if you think I'm wrong, come and prove it at the Quidditch pitch at midnight.
I'll be waiting.
The handwriting, the low cut insults, the Draco-is-mine part. Who else could it be other than Pansy Parkinson? Ginny crumbled up the parchment and threw it away. She was angry, even though she wasn't even as good as Draco when it comes to being witty, the words made her angry.
The wench still did not know that Draco Malfoy was hers, and no one else. Yes, at midnight she will let Parkinson give a little something because she was sending all this crap to her. At midnight she will finally set the line for the wench.
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How the hell was she supposed to know Parkinson was very good at charms? The girl had excellent aim with that wand of hers. Ginny knew she shouldn't have challenged someone who was one year above her.
So what did Parkinson do, you ask? Well, Ginny would tell you if she could. When she arrived at the Quidditch pitch, Parkinson was standing in the middle of the field, so Ginny threw a hex at it. It turned out it was a `fake version' of the wench so she could trick Ginny. Parkinson hexed her and ran away, Ginny was just about to scream bloody murder to her about being a bloody coward, she found out she couldn't.
Yes, Ginny Weasley has lost her tongue indeed. With all the silent cries Ginny kicked something nearby and ran off to the castle. It felt very weird now that she had no tongue. She couldn't even scream, even if she had her tongue. The bloody wench is really awful, but Ginny will get her revenge, after paying a little visit to the Hospital Wing.
However, when she made up her way into the castle towards the Hospital Wing, she ran into someone. Take a good guess; Draco Malfoy. He was just about getting back to his common room after his monthly check up.
"Hey Ginny," he called out and pulled her into his arms. "I haven't spoke to you all day, do you know how much you tortured me?" Ginny snorted slightly. If this was the real Draco Malfoy, he wouldn't even care rat's arse if she died. Even if he heard something about her dying, all he would do is throw a One-Less-Weasley party.
Ginny tried to speak but remembered she didn't have a tongue. Merlin, this is just awful and nasty.
Draco looked at her with a confused look, normally she would chatter away. Now she wasn't even making that annoying sound she always does with the tongue when he was with her. Maybe she was sick or something.
"Are you al right?" he asked, noticing for the first time she was on her way to the Hospital Wing.
If Ginny opened her mouth, he knew something was amiss. But she couldn't let him find out Parkinson had did this, or else he would question the wench and maybe Parkinson can't hold her mouth, spilling everything about the whole amnesia thing.
Ginny just nodded up and down, trying to escape from his embrace. Draco smiled and pulled Ginny even closer to him. "Come here you," he said huskily and leaned down to capture her lips with his own.
Screw amnesia and evil Slytherin wenches, this felt nice. Scratch that, this felt absolutely good.
Everything flew right out of her mind as the only thing mattered was Draco kissing her. Suddenly, in one quick moment, Draco fell forward and Ginny just caught him in time. She looked at him quizzically.
Draco got back up and scratched his head. "I think my knees are in need of a check-up," he said uneasy.
How more romantic could you be? The little Draco gets weak in the knees when he's kissing her, a Weasley! She could just melt into a puddle right there on the spot. Then she shook her head, pulled out of his embrace, waved at him and turned on her heel to walk towards the Hospital Wing.
Madam Pomfrey slowly walked up to her as she entered the room. "Yes, Miss Weasley?"
Ginny rolled her eyes, opened her mouth and pointed her finger to it. Pomfrey looked into her mouth and nodded in agreement. "I see, come with me."
Ginny followed Pomfrey to a stack full of potions. Pomfrey searched for a moment before pulling out a potion vial with neon green liquid in it. Carefully eying the liquid, Pomfrey handed it over to Ginny who just stared at it. Something so colorful could not be a good sign, she learned that the hard way with the twins.
"I'm afraid you'll need to drink this, Miss Weasley. If you're having trouble with no tongue and all, I'm happy to pour it down your throat. Now drink," demanded Pomfrey angrily. Whoa, looks like someone is getting fed up with her recent visits to the Hospital Wing.
Ginny took the vial and quickly poured some of it down her throat. After a few coughs Ginny started waiting for some reaction. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Still nothing.
Wasn't she supposed to be feeling something like the most immense horrible pain, close to the Crucio curse? Only nothing happened, her tongue was still gone and she was staring at the vial like an idiot.
Pomfrey took the vial from her hand and placed it back in the stack. "It'll take at least a day for it to grow back, now good night Miss Weasley." Were her last words before she pushed Ginny out of the Hospital Wing.
She had this feeling at the back of her mind that she isn't going to be able to sleep at night. Something horrible will happen with her tongue, she just knew it.
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