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Title: Losing Love
Author: Usagirl
email: usagirl666@hotmail.com
Author's notes: I am starting to think I need a beta reader for this story. Someone who could tell me if my ideas suck or not or if something sounds horrible. If you are interested just email me. ^^ P.S. I don't know any of the girls names that Ginny shares a dorm with so I am just making people up. Okay?
Losing Love
Chapter 3: Why can't they all just shut up?
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Ginny's eyes slowly peeled open as her shoulder was jerked in a crude fashion. Her gaze met brine and stone and all things unholy. Ginny was awoken by her dorm mates. Their faces were still red from sleep, or lack of, and their baggy pajamas hung off their frames.
'An improvement from the tight fitting clothes that they wear in front of everyone. To bad that have to plaster that crap they call make up on their faces.' Ginny's sleep fogged brain was rapidly joining the living, moving, fire-breathing world.
"Where the hell have you been Weasley?"
'Woah... Someone needs to brush their teeth.'
"I don't see how it is any of your business Cocoa." Ginny batted her eyelashes at the leader of the rag tag bunch of school girls she had the misfortune of sharing a room with. Cocoa was tall, blonde and pale. A complete contradiction to her name. Her lackeys, Brittany and Joanne, were nothing special really. They stood beside Cocoa to get noticed. They were average, plain and simple. Average grades, average looks, and average 'assets' as Draco would have said. The only thing that wasn't average about them was their personalities. They, meaning the two frizz heads, had the personality of a cucumber.
At that thought Ginny abruptly blushed. Draco had said something about a cucumber once.
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"... so then they just stared there looking at me like I was an idiot. They didn't even understand what I said. Honestly, they are as bad as vegetables. They just sit there and look green. YOU KNOW WHAT! They are cucumbers! I HATE cucumbers! They are vile and green and icky..."
A knowing smile crept over Draco's pale thin lips. "Woah, woah, woah Virginia. You seem to be over-estimating them. I have after all seen the trashy trio... HA! I just figured something out. All bad things come in threes... Accidents, the terrific trio, the trashy trio. I am such a genius I even amaze myself at times. Just think..."
"Draco..." Ginny's voice was threateningly low. "What were you saying about over-estimating them?"
"Oh I guess I got off subject didn't I?" Virginia rolled her eyes. "Anyways, as I was saying, you give them to much credit. After all a cucumber can always come in handy for certain couples and other... things. It could build a relationship. But those three," He shook his head in disgust, " I think that the only things they would add to a relationship is a nagging little voice and blood. That is, if they have blood. You know some people don't have blood. Well, normal blood."
"Draco?"
"Hmmm?"
"How could a cucumber build a relationship?"
Grey eyes dance merrily. "You really want to know?"
Her head nodded frantically.
"Well Virginia, as you might know, sex is a key role in the relationship. It will happen at one time or another. Now say a person did not have the equipment to have sex, you could use a..."
"YOU DIRTY BASTARD!"
"Hey you asked..." He smiled cheekily at her. "Don't look mad, you know you love me."
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She was broken out of her train of thought by Cocoa's shrill voice, "My business? MY BUSINESS?! You deprived me of my beauty sleep with all of your pathetic sobbing. Couldn't you have at least cast a silencing spell or something, so we wouldn't have to hear you?"
"You're right Cocoa."
"I am?"
"Yes, it was very rude of me to keep you up all night. I am sorry I deprived you of your beauty sleep. Merlin knows you need it. I mean just look at the bags under your eyes. They are disgusting. Pity too. Once someone looks into your them they will be turned to stone. Just like Medusa..."
"You little bitch. Ever since you started hanging around with Malfoy, you started acting like you were better than us. Well guess what, Malfoy is dead! Good riddance!"
Ginny growled. She closed her eyes and slowly counted backwards. One thing Draco had told her was that it was okay to be mad, just be sure you got even when no one would expect you. Then you wouldn't get in trouble. Her heart clenched at the thought of him. She was going to make who ever killed him pay. Pay I tell you!
Her mouth thinned in a tight smile, "Wow, today must be your lucky day. You keep getting everything right. Yes, I am better than you. Thank you for pointing that out."
She swung on her heel and made a quick exit. After all, a dignified exit was better than nothing at all. Who cared if her hair was tousled and her clothes were in disarray? She got through the Gryffindor Common Room and halfway down the hall before she allowed the tears to leave her eyelids. She ducked into a small hallway and sank to the floor. Her ginger locks fell over her knees as she bundled into a ball. Then she cried. Ginny had been doing that a lot lately, but why care what people thought?
Half of them are acting at who they are. No one let's their true self be known. When you let your true self be known, you leave yourself open to a menagerie of things. Most people just don't admit they are acting, but Draco did.
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Three heads of differing hair color were bent over a table in the library. They were whispering frantically to one another.
"Why are we in the library again?"
"We are in the library to research. That's what you do in a library?"
"Well how is a book on the Goblin Wars suppose to help us figure out how, when and why Malfoy was killed?"
"I haven't quite figured that part out yet, but I figured the library would be a nice place to start."
"Why not ask her friends?"
"Because Harry that would be too simple for a genius such as our Hermione."
"Shut up Ron."
"Make me."
"I would so curse you right now if I wouldn't get in trouble."
"Oh I forgot, you have to be the goody two shoes..."
"Shut up the both of you. Madame Pince is starting to glare at us, so we better leave. And if you think your bickering is going to help us find out how Ginny was involved with Malfoy, you are dead wrong." With a sharp nod he picked up his book back and strutted out of they library, leaving a blushing Hermione, and a stuttering Ron.
When he finally got a hold of his vocal cords a wail emerged from his throat, "MY SISTER WAS NOT INVOLVED WITH A MALFOY!"
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that Ron." The two took hurried steps to catch up with their leader. Now it was time to interrogate people. Scaring people shitless was so fun at times.
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TBC...
Poor Ginny. She is just having a tough time lately. And Ron and Hermione are really at each other's throats. I wonder why.
Like it? Hate it? Well I am glad you have an opinion. I know there is some OOCness going on, but I find it makes my story interesting, so it stays! And I am sorry about the short chapters. I just can't sit and type a really long one. I get antsy.
Until Next time.