bornagainpenguin
03-29-2006, 05:01 AM
The rules:
Must be graphic.
Must be funny.
Cannot be over 2500 words.
And Finally...
The Most important rule of all...
GINNY... MUST...DIE!!!
Well I finally wrote one of these...or so I thought..then I finish writing the thing and get over here to post I find that the only rule I didn't break was the word count! :oops:
Meh... Here it is, and if one of the mods think its worthy of being an 'official' entry given all the rules I broke, please feel free to move it! :D
--bornagainpenguin
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It had been a long day in potions and the Gryfindor Trio were slowly making their way back to the tower. Walking through the dungeons and doing their best to avoid any trouble from members of Slytherin house, they conversed together in short hushed tones. Ron and Harry found themselves eagerly discussing Quidditch strategies while Hermione looked on with quiet amusement.
Finally making their way out from the dank undergrounds of Hogwarts and beginning to again run into people from their own houses, it wasn't long before the Trio found themselves joined by people they knew from their own houses. A short distance again later saw the Trio joined by Neville and Ginny as they continued on their way to the Commons room. The small group of Gryffindors paused only briefly to greet Sir Nicholas and wave to Luna Lovegood as they passed by (or as in the case of their house ghost, passed through).
The conversation began to drift with the addition of the youngest Weasley into various other matters, such as the upcoming Hogesmade Weekend, or in the case of Neville, the details of his latest herbology project. The more they talked the slower their progress was made, mostly due to the increasing clumsiness displayed by Ginny while they walked. The small group of friends tried everything they could think of, from changing the order they walked in to moving her away from Neville (a fact he protested vigorously, exclaiming 'Oi! I'm not THAT clumsy...don't be blaming it all on me!') to having her walk by Hermione.
Oddly enough she seemed to have the most troubles with stumbling over her own feet and walking into walls when in direct eye contact with one Harry James Potter, much to the amusement of those watching. Finally the small group broke up as Neville promised to walk her to the Infirmary and allow Madam Pomphrey to have a look at her. This last was decided when the flame-haired Weasley daughter began having difficulties breathing. The Trio resumed their walk as Neville did his best to help his classmate to the Infirmary.
Harry smiled ruefully at his companions once the three of them had managed to break free of their companions. Sighing sadly, he commented to Ron, "I'd honestly hoped she would have outgrown that sort of thing by now."
Ron Weasley looked at his on again off again friend quizzically for a moment before asking what he meant.
He was rewarded with a playful smack on the arm by a scowling Hermione. "Honestly Ron--as if it wasn't obvious!' She spouted, "Ginny is acting just like she did back in second year, when she was crushing on Harry that year..."
"What!" Ron ejaculated suddenly understanding the situation. "But Ginny said she was over that last year..." he turned to the boy-who-lived, "...what did you *DO* to her Harry?"
Harry looked at his volatile friend for a second in exasperation before replying, "Nothing Ron...would you give it a rest? There is nothing going on between me and your sister. Why do you always seem to think I have something to do with these types of things?"
At this both Ron and Hermione both gave him a dirty look.
Hermione recovered first and answered his question, "Perhaps because whenever something strange goes on here at Hogwarts, you always seem to be at the center of it?" She said for the both of them.
Harry just looked at the two of them incredulously for a moment before muttering a simple "Whatever." and feeling his shoulders sag as he just sped up his pace and continued walking towards the tower, and from there the sanctuary of his room. He paused only long enough to hear Ron saying to Hermione something on the order of 'Way to go Hermione--and you say **I** have no tact..'
***
Meanwhile Ginny was making her way towards the Gryffindor tower girls dorms, having managed to finally convince Neville she was fine and did not need to see Madam Pomphrey. This had taken some doing, especially as the young girl looked nothing so much as if she had just finished a marathon. The sweat pouring down her face mixing in with the bitter tears that fell from her eyes as she recalled the source of her affliction.
She had quickly palmed one of the love potions in the twins shop, figuring that her brothers owed it to her for all the secret assistance she had provided to them over the years pranking their other brothers. With this she could finally show Harry how she really felt about him. Just a few drops and he'd be completely besotted by her beauty and thus open to her declarations of love. She could tell him what she felt and he'd be able to listen without judgment. 'She would just have to wait until it wore off,' she told herself, 'before she allowed him to respond.'
That night she had waited for everyone to go to sleep before putting her plan in motion and thereby sealing her fate. It had all been going so well, she had snuck into Harry's room and placed a few drops on his tongue to activate the potion, then while waiting for it to take effect, cast a few silencing charms so that they'd not be disturbed. Then she had reached over to tap her beloved on the shoulder. One tap had been all she had gotten before it was all over.
Harry's eyes had snapped open immediately upon contact and his hands had snaked out to snatch her own. With a flick of his wrist his wand had slid out of his sleeves into his hand and he had begun casting spells. By the time she had realized what was happening it had been far far too late to do anything to stop what was to come next.
The youngest Weasley continued her reminiscing of that terrible night as she made her way towards the towers narrowly bumping into the figure standing to the side of the hallway that lead to the girls dorm. All too late she felt the familiar choking sensation and realized just who it was she had bumped past.
"Hello Gin-slut," he said, just as he had that night. That terrible night. "It seems that my 'best mates' have become even more observant than I've given them credit for...or that you've told someone something that you shouldn't have."
Ginny desperately shook her head, her throat far far too constricted to be able to form words. 'She couldn't possibly have said something,' she raged to herself, 'Harry had seen to that!' Croaking the words through even as they burned her voice box she said to him, "I......can't...saaay.. Any..thing. You control...THAT!"
Her last sight was that of Harry Potter's blazing red scar as his voice floated to her. "I know, I just wanted to check on the efficiency of the spell. Nice talking to you Gin Gin, but really I'm afraid we have to cut things short..I'd stay away if I were you or who knows how long it will be before the final spell activates?"
***
She woke to the white sheets of the Hogwarts Infirmary, the sounds of Ron and Neville arguing crashing and pounding on her head. Feeling simulateously glad to be alive and yet dreading the fact that her torture was not yet at an end.
"Ginny that Merlin you're okay!" Ron cried, yanking on the side of Neville's ear like some demented school teacher. "This idiot was supposed to have walked you to the Infirmary and made sure you were safe!"
Neville looked on apologetically to Ron, while his eyes accused her. Rubbing his ears, "She said she was okay..." he whined.
'No.' Ginny thought, 'She was never going to be 'ok' again, so long as she was under Harry's compulsion.
"You've been stalking me since second year,' he said that night. "I could ignore it at first, I even felt bad for you a little because I knew how hard it had to be for you, to feel such embarrassment.. So I didn't say anything. I was relieved to find you had 'gotten over me' in fifth year even if I did think that the dating was rather excessive."
He held up a small vial in his hands. It was... She looked at the vial on the floor where it had fallen from her hands when he had attacked her. It was identical. How?
"I used to practice muggle magic tricks during the summer, mostly to fool Dudley into thinking I was still able to do the real thing --he was always too stupid to know the difference. It was child's play for me to switch vials with you. I did it just as a precaution, I never actually thought you'd try it. Try to CONTROL me like a pet or something.
"Damn Bitch.. Damn Gin-slut..thinking you could just use me... Well we'll see how you like not being in control--how you like trying to fight for your every breath of freedom." His eyes glittered.
"You want me? Fine...but from now on I'm poison to you Gin-slut." He waved his wand at her and said a complex incantation before she had collapsed and woken in her bed the next day.
She was under some form of muggle imperious, always compelled to seek him out, always drawn to his light, but just as the flame was deadly to the moth, so was Harry to Ginny. She could not stay away from him,yet every time she was in his presence she was compelled to fling herself into the nearest wall or stumble from high places. Her breath would become short and she would swoon like a silly school girl with a crush, heart pounding in her chest. And one day, one day...that heart would explode.
As Ginny looked up she felt herself choking up again. She could barely make out her brothers words as Harry's face swimmed into view. "Look Gin! Harry's come to visit you, isn't that nice of him?"
"....."
END?
Must be graphic.
Must be funny.
Cannot be over 2500 words.
And Finally...
The Most important rule of all...
GINNY... MUST...DIE!!!
Well I finally wrote one of these...or so I thought..then I finish writing the thing and get over here to post I find that the only rule I didn't break was the word count! :oops:
Meh... Here it is, and if one of the mods think its worthy of being an 'official' entry given all the rules I broke, please feel free to move it! :D
--bornagainpenguin
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It had been a long day in potions and the Gryfindor Trio were slowly making their way back to the tower. Walking through the dungeons and doing their best to avoid any trouble from members of Slytherin house, they conversed together in short hushed tones. Ron and Harry found themselves eagerly discussing Quidditch strategies while Hermione looked on with quiet amusement.
Finally making their way out from the dank undergrounds of Hogwarts and beginning to again run into people from their own houses, it wasn't long before the Trio found themselves joined by people they knew from their own houses. A short distance again later saw the Trio joined by Neville and Ginny as they continued on their way to the Commons room. The small group of Gryffindors paused only briefly to greet Sir Nicholas and wave to Luna Lovegood as they passed by (or as in the case of their house ghost, passed through).
The conversation began to drift with the addition of the youngest Weasley into various other matters, such as the upcoming Hogesmade Weekend, or in the case of Neville, the details of his latest herbology project. The more they talked the slower their progress was made, mostly due to the increasing clumsiness displayed by Ginny while they walked. The small group of friends tried everything they could think of, from changing the order they walked in to moving her away from Neville (a fact he protested vigorously, exclaiming 'Oi! I'm not THAT clumsy...don't be blaming it all on me!') to having her walk by Hermione.
Oddly enough she seemed to have the most troubles with stumbling over her own feet and walking into walls when in direct eye contact with one Harry James Potter, much to the amusement of those watching. Finally the small group broke up as Neville promised to walk her to the Infirmary and allow Madam Pomphrey to have a look at her. This last was decided when the flame-haired Weasley daughter began having difficulties breathing. The Trio resumed their walk as Neville did his best to help his classmate to the Infirmary.
Harry smiled ruefully at his companions once the three of them had managed to break free of their companions. Sighing sadly, he commented to Ron, "I'd honestly hoped she would have outgrown that sort of thing by now."
Ron Weasley looked at his on again off again friend quizzically for a moment before asking what he meant.
He was rewarded with a playful smack on the arm by a scowling Hermione. "Honestly Ron--as if it wasn't obvious!' She spouted, "Ginny is acting just like she did back in second year, when she was crushing on Harry that year..."
"What!" Ron ejaculated suddenly understanding the situation. "But Ginny said she was over that last year..." he turned to the boy-who-lived, "...what did you *DO* to her Harry?"
Harry looked at his volatile friend for a second in exasperation before replying, "Nothing Ron...would you give it a rest? There is nothing going on between me and your sister. Why do you always seem to think I have something to do with these types of things?"
At this both Ron and Hermione both gave him a dirty look.
Hermione recovered first and answered his question, "Perhaps because whenever something strange goes on here at Hogwarts, you always seem to be at the center of it?" She said for the both of them.
Harry just looked at the two of them incredulously for a moment before muttering a simple "Whatever." and feeling his shoulders sag as he just sped up his pace and continued walking towards the tower, and from there the sanctuary of his room. He paused only long enough to hear Ron saying to Hermione something on the order of 'Way to go Hermione--and you say **I** have no tact..'
***
Meanwhile Ginny was making her way towards the Gryffindor tower girls dorms, having managed to finally convince Neville she was fine and did not need to see Madam Pomphrey. This had taken some doing, especially as the young girl looked nothing so much as if she had just finished a marathon. The sweat pouring down her face mixing in with the bitter tears that fell from her eyes as she recalled the source of her affliction.
She had quickly palmed one of the love potions in the twins shop, figuring that her brothers owed it to her for all the secret assistance she had provided to them over the years pranking their other brothers. With this she could finally show Harry how she really felt about him. Just a few drops and he'd be completely besotted by her beauty and thus open to her declarations of love. She could tell him what she felt and he'd be able to listen without judgment. 'She would just have to wait until it wore off,' she told herself, 'before she allowed him to respond.'
That night she had waited for everyone to go to sleep before putting her plan in motion and thereby sealing her fate. It had all been going so well, she had snuck into Harry's room and placed a few drops on his tongue to activate the potion, then while waiting for it to take effect, cast a few silencing charms so that they'd not be disturbed. Then she had reached over to tap her beloved on the shoulder. One tap had been all she had gotten before it was all over.
Harry's eyes had snapped open immediately upon contact and his hands had snaked out to snatch her own. With a flick of his wrist his wand had slid out of his sleeves into his hand and he had begun casting spells. By the time she had realized what was happening it had been far far too late to do anything to stop what was to come next.
The youngest Weasley continued her reminiscing of that terrible night as she made her way towards the towers narrowly bumping into the figure standing to the side of the hallway that lead to the girls dorm. All too late she felt the familiar choking sensation and realized just who it was she had bumped past.
"Hello Gin-slut," he said, just as he had that night. That terrible night. "It seems that my 'best mates' have become even more observant than I've given them credit for...or that you've told someone something that you shouldn't have."
Ginny desperately shook her head, her throat far far too constricted to be able to form words. 'She couldn't possibly have said something,' she raged to herself, 'Harry had seen to that!' Croaking the words through even as they burned her voice box she said to him, "I......can't...saaay.. Any..thing. You control...THAT!"
Her last sight was that of Harry Potter's blazing red scar as his voice floated to her. "I know, I just wanted to check on the efficiency of the spell. Nice talking to you Gin Gin, but really I'm afraid we have to cut things short..I'd stay away if I were you or who knows how long it will be before the final spell activates?"
***
She woke to the white sheets of the Hogwarts Infirmary, the sounds of Ron and Neville arguing crashing and pounding on her head. Feeling simulateously glad to be alive and yet dreading the fact that her torture was not yet at an end.
"Ginny that Merlin you're okay!" Ron cried, yanking on the side of Neville's ear like some demented school teacher. "This idiot was supposed to have walked you to the Infirmary and made sure you were safe!"
Neville looked on apologetically to Ron, while his eyes accused her. Rubbing his ears, "She said she was okay..." he whined.
'No.' Ginny thought, 'She was never going to be 'ok' again, so long as she was under Harry's compulsion.
"You've been stalking me since second year,' he said that night. "I could ignore it at first, I even felt bad for you a little because I knew how hard it had to be for you, to feel such embarrassment.. So I didn't say anything. I was relieved to find you had 'gotten over me' in fifth year even if I did think that the dating was rather excessive."
He held up a small vial in his hands. It was... She looked at the vial on the floor where it had fallen from her hands when he had attacked her. It was identical. How?
"I used to practice muggle magic tricks during the summer, mostly to fool Dudley into thinking I was still able to do the real thing --he was always too stupid to know the difference. It was child's play for me to switch vials with you. I did it just as a precaution, I never actually thought you'd try it. Try to CONTROL me like a pet or something.
"Damn Bitch.. Damn Gin-slut..thinking you could just use me... Well we'll see how you like not being in control--how you like trying to fight for your every breath of freedom." His eyes glittered.
"You want me? Fine...but from now on I'm poison to you Gin-slut." He waved his wand at her and said a complex incantation before she had collapsed and woken in her bed the next day.
She was under some form of muggle imperious, always compelled to seek him out, always drawn to his light, but just as the flame was deadly to the moth, so was Harry to Ginny. She could not stay away from him,yet every time she was in his presence she was compelled to fling herself into the nearest wall or stumble from high places. Her breath would become short and she would swoon like a silly school girl with a crush, heart pounding in her chest. And one day, one day...that heart would explode.
As Ginny looked up she felt herself choking up again. She could barely make out her brothers words as Harry's face swimmed into view. "Look Gin! Harry's come to visit you, isn't that nice of him?"
"....."
END?