Don't fret, you weasel

BabyPan

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 24/01/2005
Last Updated: 25/01/2005
Status: in_progress

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.

Chapters

1. Prologue

2. The opening chapter

1. Prologue

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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2. The opening chapter

Don't fret, you weasel

A/N: Even though I said at the prologue that I'm trying my best to keep all characters in character, well, forget that. Only half of it was true. The only person that may seem out of character will be Ginny, but I need her to be otherwise this story is like crap on a dish without any humor.

Also, I'm experimenting with the story, like switching to different points of view. The general point of view will be the view from Ginny - because she is `telling you a story'. Beware, as it is Ginny she tends to exaggerate on some things. Other than that, I will sometimes end the chapter on .. weird places, like this chapter for example. I'm so mean.

Chapter 1 - The opening chapter

Oh, the brainwashed zombies are back! Erm, I mean, my fans are back! Well, it seems you managed to survive the prologue, but it is still not to late to turn back and leave. If you want to read the rambles of a sixteen year old girl, than go ahead and have a nice furneral. See you in your next life.

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The sun is shining. Brooms are flying. Owls are dying.

A loud, annoying sound is singing some kind of weird song that startled the redheaded girl. The petite girl steps out of bed, and eww - right into a pile of owl crap.

Hehe, wrong story again!

The redheaded girl grunts into her pillow as she tries her best to ignore the sound coming from her nightstand. It is unbearable, even more so in the bloody morning. Who in the world would leave a damn `Wake Up Card' from her brothers' jokeshop on her blasted nightstand? Maybe it would stop, but knowing her brothers too well, it wasn't called a `Wake Up Card' for nothing. There was only one option to do now, and she must take it to her advantage before there is no more sleeping in.

“Ginny,” groans one of her dorm mates in dismay. “You destroyed my card!”

Ginny simply turns over to the other side of the bed and tries to sleep peacefully again.

After hearing some muffled voices in the background, the lazy redhead smiled to herself as the noise died down and she could sleep in silence. There was nothing better in the world than sleeping in. On a schoolday. Without getting in trouble. Without a damn `Wake Up Card'.

See, the girl likes her bed. But that's a small understatement, she loves her bed. And no, you perverted teenager, she does not love the bed because of that. She loves the bed because it's a much more of a improvement from the one at her home, much softer and it begs for you to sleep in it, all day long. Normally, Ginny sometimes would skip school to pretend being sick so she could stay in her bed all day long. It seems crazy, she would probably agree with you, but one most have at least one weird obsession right? Maybe, just maybe she could pull it off today and call in sick. How she wished it wasn't Hermione's Head Girl Duty Round today, so she could sleep and the story may not have happened.

“Ginny, up. You have got two hours of History in about 5 minutes. I won't let anybody be late on my Head Girl Duty Round,” Hermione says bossily while standing right beside Ginny's lovely bed. Had the girl no life? Could she not see Ginny wasn't going to leave her loved one alone?

Ginny curls up into a ball under the blankets while purring slightly. She hears Hermione walking around her bed, probably to do something sneaky. If it meant to chain herself up to the bed to continue her beautiful sleep, then chained up to the bed it will be.

“I'm not warning you again. I say; nobody is going to be late Ginny. I am deadly serious,” Ginny could barely hear Hermione's silent threats. But when Hermione's voice dropped down to the level where you can barely hear it then you should agree to everything she says. Ginny was unfortunate to witness a turned down Hermione after she bugged Harry to death so he would study for his exam. After that, Harry turned in a potions' essay at Snape's desk the next day. Willingly. That's saying something.

But no. She will not leave the bed. If it meant for her to fight the evil bookworm, then she would squash it with her foot!

“Nobody is getting squashed today, Ginny. Now get up.”

Did she say that out loud? Bullocks.

Without any warning, Ginny's lovely bed started to rumble underneath her. The vibration caused her to let go off her firm grip on the sheets as she sat up straight, wondering what the hell was going on. In less than a second, her question was answered. With a loud `plop' the bed shook so hard that it disappeared right underneath Ginny.

Ginny fell on her butt. It hurts. Actually, it hurts even more when there is something very sharp and pointy sticking up your -

“Now did I get your attention?” asks Hermione while she smiles in a way that says I-told-you-so. Ginny furiously whips her head around, looking for her bed.

Her bed was gone. Her lover has disappeared into thin air, or it could be the sharp object in the place where it does not belong. The only thing that gave a clue that said there was a bed in here was its mistress; Ginny. Hard carbon wood lay under her bare legs as Ginny touched the ground around like she was in the dark looking for her butterbeer.

“This is getting me no where - Ginny if you don't go to class right this instance, I will never give you back your bed.”

After hearing `never give you back your bed' Ginny's blood drained from her face like she had seen Draco Malfoy dance naked in front of her while embracing a ferret. On the other hand, that would be a very funny scene.

“No bed?” Ginny whimpers as her bottom lip trembles as if she is going to burst out into tears any minute now.

Hermione turns her back to Ginny and exits the dorm. As quickly as she could, Ginny scrambles up from the floor, almost falling back again after she slips over her clothes. Standing on one leg while trying to hop the other one into her pants, her other hand is furiously trying to get her red hair tamed down with a hairbrush. It must have looked very silly; keeping her balance on one foot, the other one halfway through some pants, a randomly hairbrush that got stuck in her hair all the while walking - or rather resembled walking, down to the common room.

After she hops down the last pair of stairs, she had successfully pulled on her pants, but her shirt was no where near where it should be. Ginny struggled with her shirt for a few seconds before it finally surrendered and slid down her neck. She takes her robe from a chair which she had forgotton to take to her room yesterday, grabs her shoes and runs out of the common room.

Now, this is where the story really begins.

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