Don't fret, you weasel
A/N: Since I've got a humongous writer's block, the best thing to do is write something else until it comes back to me. So, I start writing this story. You can't even call it a story - it's plain, boring, obvious, has no plot, stupid humor, very bad grammar and a Fire & Ice story to boot. But it's a challenge to me, as I'm trying to improve my grammar (I know there is something called `betas' but I don't trust them anymore) and write a story where I intend to have ALL characters in character. So, it's basically some kind of tool that I use to improve myself. Well, have fun reading the crappy and sappy (see, bad grammar) story I've come up with.
Author: BabyPan
Disclaimer: I own the bad grammar. It's copyrighted to moi! Mwuah! Besides that, JKR owns everything else.
Summary: Need a story about Ginny who is kidnapped by dragons? Where Draco (how ironically) goes off to save Ginny? Ron somehow gets in the way, while Harry drags Hermione along the journey? While Voldemort plans something with his fellow Death Eaters to kill Harry on his journey? Well then turn away now - `cause this is not the story you're looking for.
Less sarcastically Summary: Ginny never thought that something so simple could turn in something so much more. The simple question lingers in her mind but somehow does not manages to escape from her mouth. How in the bloody world is she going to ask Draco Malfoy out on a date?
Prologue
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Sometimes, I think of myself as a weasel. They are said to be little pesters, but when you leave them alone there is no harm done. Besides the fact that my last name is surely deprived from the name, I really think I sort of behave like a weasel. I behave very peskery, actually I am a pest, I'm hungry all the time, moody, sneaky, also very small and I love to fret with my other brothers.
Now don't jump to conclusions and call me nutters - I assure you I have very high logic. It's just, I needed that entry so I can tell you about my story. Before I go off and ramble about my story, I should warn you to turn now and never come back before you are brainwashed by the amount of non-logical things that are hidden in the story. Still here? Good Merlin, you must have already been brainwashed. Ah well, at least I've got an audience now.
Where to begin ... I'm thinking, just wait a second. Aha, I know! My story began on the day when I stepped out off bed in a bunch of owl crap - no wait, that's another story. Sorry ... I remember now, my story began on the day that I crossed paths with the ferret.
I will call my story (and maybe even publish it!):
Don't fret, you weasel
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