Seven Minutes In Heaven
By Anti Darth Ani
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Because everyone liked the first part so much (yeah!!!!!!) I have decided to continue this fan-fic of mine. It is not planned out and I would love plot ideas and suggestions from all my loving readers out there. And let's just see where the imagination can take us with this one (unlike Breaking the Habit, which I had it all planned out since the beginning).
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Ginny stormed into the common room, ignoring the huff of air the Fat Lady spat into the portrait hole after her. As soon as she saw Lavender waiting on the couch, she threw the blindfold at her friend and hit her square in the face. Pointing accusingly at her friend, Ginny began her ranting and raving in a not so quite voice, "You set me up you little wench!!!!" Everyone in the entire room stopped what they were doing to turn to watch the cat fight between the two girls. "That's why you brought up the idea of this game, isn't it? To get me stuck it a bloody broom closet with him for seven minutes so that we would snog without knowing it!"
"Ginny," Lavender looked around the room and cleared her throat. When everyone continued to stare at the exchange between the two friends, Lavender rolled her eyes, "The show is over people. You got enough drama in your own lives, I'm sure." Standing up, Lavender grabbed Ginny's arm and pulled her halfway up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitories. She motioned for Ginny to sit down next to her as she took a seat herself.
Putting her arm around her friend, Lavender watched as a few tears slid down Ginny's checks. "Sweetie, who did you end up in the closet with?" she asked softly.
Ginny lifted her head up and glared at Lavender. Her eyes narrowed and she raised an eyebrow while the tears continued to fall. Lavender squinted and sucked in a deep breath. "Oh…. that someone," she concluded, because she knew the only person who could make a Weasley so upset and angry was non other than a Malfoy. "Well if I'm not mistaken," she added, trying to cheer up her friend, "the last time something like this happened, you told us what a great kisser Malfoy is."
Ginny groaned, just the image of him causing her to want to be back in that closet, "You're not helping, Lav," she grumbled into her lap, her knees drawn up to her chest which were circled by her arms. "I do happen to recall for myself what a great kisser he is, thank you very much. And now, I think I'll just go get my wand and try to curse it away," she told her friend, starting to stand up.
"Ginny, you're kidding right?" Lavender called after her as her friend began to climb the stairs. Struggling to get to her own feet, Lavender hobbled up the chairs after her friend, "Please tell me you're kidding, Gin!"
Ginny didn't want to answer, didn't want to admit anything to anyone until they had tied her to the stake and were threatening to burn her favorite pillow before they lit up her entire room. Okay, her imagination was running away with what her friends would actually do to get the truth out of her, but Ginny knew it wouldn't be pretty. And it would ruffle up her hair a bit, which was never a good thing for a member of the Weasley clan.
"Ginny," Lavender managed to wheeze out as she finally reached the landing and stumbled into Ginny's dormitory she shared with three other sixth years. "Was it the kissing thing I said? Because I really meant that as a tool to cheer you up, not make you even more depressed."
"I'm not depressed," Ginny spat throw gritted teeth. "But I don't like it when my best friend brings up to my ailing memory something I did while I was piss drunk. Something that we all vowed never to discuss again." Ginny sat down on the edge of her bed and ran her fingers through her tangled hair. She thought briefly of just ripping all of it out and then she wouldn't have to worry about brushing it later, but decided against it because she knew Hermione would have a kitten.
Lavender raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at her friend and flopped down on the bed next to Ginny, "I thought we agreed that you were most definitely not completely drunk, Miss Weasley, since you remembered to recall the exact size of his-" she was cut off by Ginny gasp and a quick slap to the back of the head. Lavender giggled at this, "Yes, I thought you might still be embarrassed by that little detail you shared with us while you were snorting up a storm and then turning around to puke your guts out."
Ginny let her mood instantly brighten. How was it possible that Lavender could make everything better by reminding Ginny of the worst night she could remember? Somehow, Lavender always managed to pull through for her friends, which made Ginny thankful as they sat on the edge of her bed and laughed together. "Do you remember the way Ronald looked when he came in and saw me sprawled out all over the couch, laughing about the way that Malfoy had jinxed himself while trying to hex me as I stumbled down the hall like a true drunk?" Ginny asked, leaning back and resting her pounding head on the sheets.
"You cannot even begin to imagine the discussion I had to take from him for that little adventure you left me out on. I mean, Gin, really, I don't mind taking the heat for you when I actually get to participate in the fun part as well." Lavender feigned a hurt look. "But pulling something as big as getting drunk at the Yule Ball and snogging with an equally drunk Malfoy without me? Now, that really hit me low while I was trying to explain it to a delirious Ronald." Rolling her eyes, Lavender pulled Ginny back up into a sitting position.
"We're okay still, aren't we?" Lavender asked seriously. Ginny pretended to think about it for a moment before nodded and giggling. Lavender smiled back and slipped her arm around her friend's shoulder, letting Ginny rest her head on her shoulder. "I am sorry about the whole closet fiasco. I honestly didn't know he was going to put his name into the box. And I would never have put you two into a room by yourselves with the door looked, even if it was for only a moment." Lavender smirked naughtily, "We wouldn't want any more redheaded kids running around the halls of Hogwarts."
Ginny gasped and made to hit Lavender, but inside threw her own arm around the other Gryffindor girl. "We've made it through everything together, haven't we, Lav?" Ginny asked, looking straight at the open door that led to the stairs. "I've dealt with Malfoy once before, and I can sure as hell do it again. Right?"
"Of course!" Lavender agreed quickly. "Now, Miss Weasley… share every single detail!"
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Draco Malfoy paced him room faster than usual, his Quidditch robes whooshing around him as he spun around on his heels and stormed away in the opposite direction. "Where does she get off, anyways?" he snapped to his two cronies sitting on the couch. "I mean, once was enough with the little Weasley prat- once too many if you ask me. But then she has to put her bloody name in that box and end up snogging with me in the closet for seven minutes. I want to know how this happened!"
His two cronies nodded in unison, but neither looked up from the chocolate cupcakes they were devouring. Draco hissed under his breath and threw the glass paperweight he had been carrying against the wall. It smashed into a hundred little shards, each bouncing off in a different direction. "This has got to stop happening!" he shouted, but no one took his words to mind. He knew he was walking on thin ice even before he'd ended in that blasted closet with her.
But he really couldn't help. She seemed to pop out of nowhere everywhere around the castle this year. She and her little friends would laugh and pass by him and she'd brush up against him- accidentally of course. She turn around to apologize, then she'd actually get a look at who she was talking to and stop immediately. He would then shoot a quick, snappy comment at her, something about the redheads in her family, how poor they were, yada yada yada. She'd give him that look he loved to hate (or was it hated to love?) and stalk off with her friends, shouting a foul name back at him over her shoulder.
He never returned the remark, just leaned against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest and thought about what it would be like to take her up against the wall like he almost had at the ball that night. And then as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he was forced to smash it out with the closest object available to hand; she was, after all, one of the Weasleys, no matter how tight her skirt was or how she moaned when he slid his hand up the front of her little black dress…
Draco stopped his pacing to groan and force the image of her out of his head. That's all that managed to make its way into his mind lately, he thought as he continued his pattern of walking to each corner of the room in a square. She had a way of sneaking up into his mind, just like she sneaked up out of nowhere each day around the Hogwarts grounds. Sometimes, after a large argument with his father about the Dark Lord, or having to deal with more Transfiguration homework, he would actually entertain the thoughts he had of her. But not often; he had the family name to maintain.
He groaned, thinking about how great it had felt in the closet less than an hour ago, Ginny sitting on his lap and running her hands all over the places a Weasley should never touch a Malfoy. Yeah, it had been even better when he hadn't know it was her and she was just another faceless bimbo that he would never have to think about again. But things weren't like that anymore, he knew who he'd spent that time in the closet with. And now, all he wanted to do was get her back into that closet before his found his mind that he seemed to have lost.
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Ginny Weasley seemed to be having the same thoughts. How had he known they had snogged before? She sure hadn't felt anything special. She'd recognized his voice, but only because he'd spend the past six year shouting foul mouthed names back over his shoulder at her. Now, he'd remembered something she hadn't even convinced herself was true. Lavender was the one to inform Ginny that the guy she'd made out with during the Yule Ball was actually Draco Malfoy.
Ginny, in fact, didn't remember much of that night. She knew that Dean Thomas had just broken up with her, leaving her dateless at the last minute for the dance. So, naturally, Ginny had spent the entire dance draining down as much alcohol she could stomach (and then some). She didn't remember, as Lavender described to her in great detail the next morning, how he had shoved her up a wall and played a mean game of tonsil hockey with her for public display.
Shivering, Ginny pulled her blanket up to cover the rest of her body. The pain in her stomach returned, but Ginny knew she wasn't hungry. She'd already eaten dinner less than two hours ago, so she cast that notion aside. The only thing that made sense was that, somehow, he was making her entire body ache. From withdrawal? Ginny laughed at the idea. Withdraw from what? I've made out with him, what, twice at the most? What could I have to withdraw from? Ginny sighed to no one in particular.
She replayed his shocked expression when he'd seen it was her in the closet with him. And to her surprise, no matter how much she tweaked Malfoy's face in her mind, he never really looked upset or disappointed. Sure, he was surprised, but she had been as well. That was natural. But she'd been on the verge of tears (she wouldn't admit that she'd passed that verge and the crying had started) as soon as she knew it was him. And no, she didn't expect Draco Malfoy to cry, but she did want a real reaction out of him, dammit. Something to go off of. Not just a little petty insult he spat about her brother.
Revenge wasn't her style (especially since she didn't really have anything to revenge for). But Ginny wanted to set the record straight, let Malfoy know he couldn't control her thoughts (whether he tried or not) forever. She needed to let him know that the little incidents between them weren't going to continue. For instance, Ginny wasn't going to be dropping her name in anymore unmarked boxes anytime in the future. And she also didn't plan to drink so much firewhiskey at one time to make her see the floor on the ceiling.
But even as Ginny told herself all of this information, her plan not to be fooled by Malfoy again, she felt the tension in the back of her throat. She knew she could control herself (or she could at least try and pretend she could to the public eye) but she didn't know how Malfoy was going to react. If she ever even got the nerve up to confront him about the accidents at the ball and then again in the broom closet.
What a day, Ginny thought to herself, letting her head rest back against her sole pillow. Not catching the Snitch during Quidditch practice, blowing up the potion in class, not to mention the fact that the potion burned all the hair off of the back of Colin's head (Ginny snickered to herself at the image of it replaying in her head), and now I have to deal with that git, Malfoy. How much worse could this week get? She knew she didn't want the answer to that question, especially when she woke up the next day to an owl pecking on her window.
A pure black owl with a green ribbon tied around its neck.
An owl carrying a note from one Mr. Malfoy, who wrote that they needed to `talk'. In private, so that none of his friends could ever find out.
Well, that's just peachy. It's no wonder why everyone hates Mondays.
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Well, now it is time for me to go eat, so I will leave the chapter at that. PLEASE review and let me know what you want to happen in this story. It's open for just about *anything*, so get those suggestions in before I start writing on my own!!! Hugs and kisses (and lots of love too) to all my wonderful readers and reviews from the first part of my story. I didn't know so many people actually read my stories. That's the most feedback I've ever gotten for just one chapter. Keep it coming :P Cheerio!!!!
Oh, P.S., someone asked for me to include a little Harry/Hermione in the broom closet deal, but I don't think that's going to happen because I noted that they wouldn't put their names in the box. Plus, I write other stories that are Harry/Hermione and this one here is one of my Draco/Ginny stories. So maybe later I'll write a Harry and Hermione in the broom closet deal.
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