Kiss & Tell

Devilzzz

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 16/08/2003
Last Updated: 07/09/2003
Status: in_progress

Ginny and Draco both have their wishes...but a spell to make them come true lands them together in the future...

Chapters

1. Dreamcatcher

2. The Leaky Cauldron, Room 217

1. Dreamcatcher

Kiss & Tell

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. Some settings do too.

Summary: Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy both have their dreams. But a spell to make them true ends them up in a deadly crisis of getting stuck in the future... in other words, Draco's twenty and works at a local muggle bar, and Ginny's a nineteen year old low-life prostitute. Um...yeah.

Ginny

It started with a spell. Just a simple, frigging spell. I know I shouldn't have trusted a spellbook that was titled something in French. This incident was even worse than the Tom Riddle scene, because at least he was hot! But did Draco Malfoy have to be in this? Rat faced muggle-born hater, Draco Malfoy? Sure, lots of girls goggled at his extremely fatique figure but please, not me. No, I was completely innocent. I hadn't even had my first kiss yet, and I was fifteen already! People have them when they're five sometimes! That's what I heard, anyway.

So, I looked through the spellbook, and actually found an english translated one.

Dreamcatcher

The ability to submit your biggest sensation of fantasy to come true.

Dreamcatcher...cute. I think it's the name of a frigging Stephen King book, though. And although he's truly brilliant, he does look a bit scary-looking.

Anyways, before I knew it, I was mixing up the ingredients to this miracle maker and placing them into a raving fire in a candle and letting them burn and crawl their wax while I collect the leftovers and put them into a small vial. Now, here comes the nasty part. This is where you might want to skip. I had to put some kind of a DNA in it or something, so I spit in it and it turned a greenish, whitish color.

Now I had to drink it while thinking hard about what I wanted in my life.

And you know how stupid I was? I asked for my true love. Yeah, sounds corny, but I really DID want to have someone love me. There was nothing else I wanted, not even Harry Potter. I just wanted my true love to arrive, now, so I could get to know him. Stupidity rules all, I guess.

So I drank it, and it tasted like wax and salt mixed together with some vinegar or something. But I drank it as fast as I could, concentrating on the thought of my true love giving me my first kiss, and marrying me when I turned seventeen...

And that's when all hell broke loose.

Draco

Of course, unlike Weasley, I read everything carefully, and returned the book carefully. Except I was stupid enough to not pay attention to the little caption under that consisted of the words: Warning - Be careful for what you wish for.

Now what kind of a gayass statement is that, I thought. I had the potion already made, in my vial, so I didn't pay a bit attention.

I wish I had.

I concentrated hard on my wish, and drank it slowly, taking in the horrible taste of acid that nearly burned my tongue, and a faint smell of vinegar reached my nostrils while drinking. I concentrated as hard as I could for the thing I wanted most right now, and then, I felt myself bloating suddenly.

It was like taking the Polyjuice Potion while using a Portkey. You were moving through time, literally, while your body was quickly dissolving into ice.

And that's when I landed.

"Shit!" I cried out, the striking pain in my back against the hard concrete.

"You alright, Bill?" a voice interrupted my screaming rage.

"Bill?" I asked, blinking my eyes into vision. A large, bald man about fifty looked down at me, his wide apple-shaped face with raven colored eyes.

"Woah, you must've hit that head bad, huh? C'mon, let's get you back, there's a new stripper looking for a job. Interview's in a few minutes...c'mon," the large man said, grabbing his slender arm and picking him up in balance. I gasped. I was taller, and my arms were lengthened. I was suddenly in urge to look at a mirror, but I gulped instead.

"Yes, must've hit it hard, because I can't seem to remember your name."

"Ah, Bill, thas my boy, always joking around. It's me, Johnny, don't yeah remember?" he barked hastily, and I found myself heading back into a small, square-shaped building that was painted in strange colors.

"Oh, yeah, joking, Johnny, that's me," I said, even though I had no idea in hell what was going on.

We went through a small room which looked like a diner, with stools, chairs, and some tables, wine glasses, and various other items. Finally, we found our destination and I saw that I was in a office that said outside the door, "William Madoick".

Who the hell was that? Was that me? But - my wish had nothing to do with any of this! I found myself getting throughly frustrated until Johnny pointed someone sitting in a chair across the desk. I found myself gaping.

It was obviously a hooker, or a trained stripper. She was wearing high-knee purple clad boots, with a pink, leather skirt that looked like shorts, and a yellow tank top. Her hair was curled and messy, into a mass of flaming red, and her wide, brown eyes were looking bewildered.

"Pretty looker, ain't she? Can't help but gape, that's how our Bill is," chuckled Johnny.

"Um...yes," the hooker replied uncertainly.

"Well, I'll leave yeah two alone," Johnny grunted, winking as he slammed the crooked door behind him.

"What the hell is going on? What're you doing here Malfoy?! And what the fuck am I wearing?" the hooker suddenly got up, tugging down her skirt.

"I don't know! I did this spell and...wait, do you know me?" I asked. She had called me MALFOY, after all.

"Yes! It's me, Gin- I mean, Weasley," she answered.

My eyes bugged out. Weasley? Weasley looking that damn sexy? Impossible.

"What! You can't be - you're - you're..." I didn't finish.

"Pretty? Maybe. Slutty? Very! What the hell happened? I tried this Dreamcatcher thing..."

"You tried that too?" I asked, gaping even more.

"Yeah! Did you? Anyways, I wished something, but obviously it didn't work..." she stammered, blushing.

"What'd you wish for, Weasel? To become a prostitute? A stripper? Because according to 'Johnny', you're supposed to be my new one."

"Are - what - I - no - I," Weasley closed her eyes, groaning, and plopped down into her seat once more, her hand over her forehead.

I managed a grin. Things were going to be interesting...

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Well, what'd you think? Good, bad? I am actually having fun with this one...let me know! Don't worry, you'll find out how this connects to their 'dreams'.

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love,

-Court

2. The Leaky Cauldron, Room 217

Kiss & Tell

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. Some settings do too. Johnny and the Dreamcatcher spell belongs to me and Mr.King here (he owns the title)... *nods knowingly at the big man beside her* *he nods back and says 'what the hell am I doing here in a HP fiction?'*

Ginny

I knew I was going to regret this. Well, not really, but if I say that, it seems like I have more common sense, doesn't it? Anyways, I just landed in this stupid, hard chair that seems to be made out of plastic leather or something. I examine everything around me and of course, my brilliance (hah!) figures that I am in a tiny office where scattered papers are all around, and photographs of half-naked girls posted on the walls. And guess what, the story gets better! Uh-huh! Really!

Two guys come in. One is fat, almost bald, with yellow teeth and wearing a ripped suit. He smells really bad, but of course, so does the whole office. Like smoke. From drugs.

And guess who the other one is? That's right, my lovelies, there standing there is Draco fucking Malfoy, who looks absolutely gorgeous, I might add! He looks about twenty, twenty one maybe, with a slim figure. The rat-faced boy has vanished, everybody. Here comes ultra-sexy Draco Malfoy, who's face has straightened out, and he has enough brains to have his hair over his forehead like a frame, instead of having in slicked back with gel. Believe me, I almost choked on my own saliva, he was wearing almost the same attire the fat guy was, except his suit wasn't the least bit ripped. I guess if you have a great body like his, clothes don't rip so often. But enough about that...

He actually EXAMINED me! Like I was his food or something. He was leering. Maybe if it was Harry, I would've blushed furiously. If it was somebody else I would've giggled. But even behind that gorgeous face I could not deny that Draco Malfoy was an evil son of a bitch that I wanted to kill. But hey, he was still hot.

Draco

I knew I shouldn't have counted on her being civil to me. After all, I HAD grinned at her utmost misery. But that wasn't my fault that it was amusing! Weasley, sprouted into a nineteen year old with slutty clothes. Extremely NICE slutty clothes, I might add.

"Oh God, I can't believe this...how are we going to get out?" she moaned, her hands still over her face. I rolled my eyes. For a brave, noble and bold Gryffindor, she sure was acting like a baby.

"Oh, stop whining Weasley. We simply discover once again the book that started it all and do the counterspell," I said professionally, my voice coming out cool and sophisticated. She took her hands off of her face and glared at me.

"Wow, you're so brilliant, Malfoy. I mean, all we have to do is wander around the muggle streets and look in the trash, and bingo!"

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn't want to know either. I simply grabbed her arm, forcing her to get up.

"Look, Weasley, as soon as we get out and apparate to somewhere where we can get our supplies, we can be out of here and never have to talk to each other again. But we made a freaking mistake, so do I have to spell it out for you? W- e- A-r- e S- t- u- c- k," I said grimly, gripping her arm tightly still.

"Let me go," she squirmed, and I leaned forward so we were face to face. She gave a small gasp and tried to back away, but I got hold of her other arm and gripped her shoulders.

"Now the first thing we have to do," I said, whispering in her ear, "Is to get you out of those absurd clothes."

Ginny

"Now the first thing we have to do," he said, leaning close, (he smelled oddly of wine and cologne) whispering in my ear, fanning my face, "Is to get you out of those absurd clothes."

Now, I didn't know what I was expecting but I sure didn't expect that. Maybe I even expected him to kiss me or something, but that's ridiculous...why would he kiss me? While I was lost in my thoughts, I found myself being pulled away by Draco, and entering through many hallways until he knocked into a particular one.

The fat man I had seen came out.

"Hello, Johnny, I was wondering if you have something fashionable for...err- Ginger here. Maybe something longer? I dislike these clothes," he said casually, eyeing Ginny.

I, of course, widened my eyes. Ginger? What kind of a sick, slutty name is that?

'Johnny' laughed. "Why, Bill, why would you like something longer?"

I wanted to punch him right in his fat face. I guess Draco knew what I was thinking right then, because he gripped my hand tightly in his, which I had the urge to take away, because my hands were beginning to feel very sweaty.

"Can you just do it?!" Draco- err - Malfoy barked at him, immensely pissed. My eyes stretched out more. I had no idea in hell that Draco Malfoy had such a bad temper.

Johnny backed off, silencing. He went inside the room and after several minutes, arrived back with a slinky, black cocktail dress that would've reached four inches after my knees.

"It's the longest thing I have," he said, staring at him coldly.

"Thank you," replied Dra- Malfoy in a more icier tone. And then he stomped off, his hand tugging me. I waved politely to Johnny, who managed a small smile back, and we headed outside.

"Draco! I mean, Malfoy! Stop pulling me!" I demanded, wringing my sweaty fingers out of his. The same, tingling feeling remained at my skin.

"Put this on," he merely said, flinging the dress toward me. I caught it and then I stared blankly at him.

"I am NOT dressing in front of you in the middle of the streets," I said stubbornly.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, Weasley, have it your own way. Go inside and dress."

I slowly went inside and heard music beginning to start. It must've been some sort of club, or a semi-bar. Confused, I went into a nearby bathroom and undressed and redressed into the black cocktail dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but gasp.

I looked nothing like the fifteen year old I used to be. The usual, freckled apple-shaped face was gone. The freckles softened, and spread over my small nose, and my hair was slightly curly and shoulder-length. My lips glowered and shined. I was - pretty! For the first time in my life, I was pretty. I grinned, and then my grinned flickered as I thought about how I had to wait four more years when I got back to the present.

I shook my head and proceeded out the door and went through the hallway to outside, where Draco was waiting impatiently.

He looked at me, his eyes wandering and a smirk stretched out into his stupid face.

"What?" I asked, glaring.

"You look strange with those boots and the dress," he said, bursting into laughter.

I rolled my eyes. Boys. I took the boots off and flung them over into another sidewalk.

"You're going to walk barefoot?" he said, his eyes bugging out.

"Who cares? As soon as we hit a deserted spot, we can apparate anyway," I said, shrugging. And then, suddenly, I noticed something.

"Dra- Malfoy! We don't know how to apparate! Oh no!" I always worry.

"Relax, Weasley!" he barked, "Father told me years ago. And since this is an emergency, I actually have a chance."

I took a deep breath. "Oh thank God," I muttered. He rolled his eyes. Why does he always do that? I thought curiously.

As we walked on though, there were many muggles crossing the streets and I knew it was a far way long before we found an empty area. And it was getting cold.

"Draco, I am getting cold," I whined, and then I noticed I called him by his first name. He didn't even seem to notice.

"Good for you," he replied.

I glared at him as we walked and finally he sighed and relented.

"Okay, fine, Weasley," he said, and took the top shirt of his suit off. Now he looked strange, with a blue, striped shirt with a scrappy tie.

He covered me with it and I shivered and clutched it around me, settling into the soft warmth.

Draco

It's amazing how girls get crazy over some small thing. Giving Gin- err - Weasley the jacket off of my suit made her smile and sigh. Pathetic little twit, I thought to myself, trying not to laugh.

Soon, she started complaining about how hard the ground was against her feet. I ignored her, of course. I wasn't about to give her my own damn shoes, for God's sakes! We finally reached a deserted area by the park and I clutched her hand again. She looked up at me in surprise.

"C'mon, think about the Leaky Cauldron and close your eyes," I merely said, trying to ignore the tingling rage that spread across my skin. She closed her eyes and I followed, and I felt my body elevating somewhere else, and we were there.

"Mr. Malfoy," a voice said. I looked and managed a small grin.

"Hi, Tom. I was wondering if you could get us a room," I said casually.

"It's your lucky day, because I only have one left. We're packed and all. With Christmas, people visiting all over," Tom said, grinning, his tooth gleaming.

Ginny- Weasley's eyes widened. "Christmas?" she croaked. She was absolutely pathetic, I decided.

"Room 217," he said, handing me the key.

I took it and smiled politely and grabbed Ginny's arm. We went up several stairs and hallways until we reached 217, down at the very end.

I put the key in and turned, and we entered.

It was a small, tidy room, with a dresser, a closet, and a bed.

One bed.

King-sized.

Ginny screamed.

Now, this was more than I can handle.

Courtney

Yeah, okay, I made a lot of mistakes probably, but I am having so much fun with this one that I won't even bother with them. But guys, if I make any huge mistakes, REMEMBER to mention them right away. Like, if I made the setting wrong or anything. I don't know exactly how to apparate because JK Rowling never mentioned how to, did she? I hope I did it right. Sorry for any mistakes, HP or Grammar related.

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Love,

-Court