Kiss me at midnight
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skoosiepantsNow that Long-hidden Skies Chapter Eight is done, I've given my muse free rein in the realm of crackfic again. And Ginny and Draco are along for the ride. It's humor meets cliche meets fluff meets crack. Here's a snippet of the first part.
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“You can’t think I’m happy about this,” she growled, leaning over the edge of the building and gazing down at the black-capped head below. He was sitting on a bench, hands clasped loosely in his lap, scuffing a shoe on the pavement as he watched people pass him by.
The blond next to her arched a skeptical brow. “I would have thought you’d be dancing with glee. You get to touch your precious Potter again,” he spat.
“Touching,” she said primly, straightening up to glare at him, “is strictly forbidden.”
He smirked. “And we both know how well you follow rules.”
Her eyes narrowed even more. “Keep going, Malfoy,” she dared him.
“Didn’t Anael say this was your last chance, Weasley?” He clucked his tongue.
“Look,” she bit out through clenched teeth, “that Corner disaster was not my fault. And the auto was,” she waved a hand, “right there and it was a split-second reaction and—“ She cut off abruptly, aware that she didn’t have to explain herself to Malfoy, of all creatures, and that at least her heart had been in the right place. So what if it’d been the bloke’s time? She just couldn’t help throwing herself into the fray when she sensed danger afoot. Gryffindoric tendencies apparently didn’t fade very much with the onslaught of death.
Neither, though, did Malfoy’s penchant for taunting and biting comments. How he ever made it to Heaven was beyond Ginny, but she certainly wasn’t going to approach Michael about it. As Malfoy so loved to point out, she was in enough trouble with the higher ups as it was.
“Hate to have you demoted from the Love Squad,” he sneered, clearly not happy that he was working under the angel of romance; although, according to the girls at the salon, he’d been at this job longer than anyone else. Anael tended to have a high turn-over, as it took a special sort of ghost to make two people fall in love.
Malfoy seemed to have the knack.
“What are you giggling about, Weasley? Think this is hilarious, do you?”
“That you’re in charge of Harry’s happily-ever-after? Yes,” she laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder, “yes, I do.”
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Oh, what fun I'm going to have with this!
Annoying tagline reminder: January is the Month of Ron! Please send me your recs, endorsements, random fits of inspiration.
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“You can’t think I’m happy about this,” she growled, leaning over the edge of the building and gazing down at the black-capped head below. He was sitting on a bench, hands clasped loosely in his lap, scuffing a shoe on the pavement as he watched people pass him by.
The blond next to her arched a skeptical brow. “I would have thought you’d be dancing with glee. You get to touch your precious Potter again,” he spat.
“Touching,” she said primly, straightening up to glare at him, “is strictly forbidden.”
He smirked. “And we both know how well you follow rules.”
Her eyes narrowed even more. “Keep going, Malfoy,” she dared him.
“Didn’t Anael say this was your last chance, Weasley?” He clucked his tongue.
“Look,” she bit out through clenched teeth, “that Corner disaster was not my fault. And the auto was,” she waved a hand, “right there and it was a split-second reaction and—“ She cut off abruptly, aware that she didn’t have to explain herself to Malfoy, of all creatures, and that at least her heart had been in the right place. So what if it’d been the bloke’s time? She just couldn’t help throwing herself into the fray when she sensed danger afoot. Gryffindoric tendencies apparently didn’t fade very much with the onslaught of death.
Neither, though, did Malfoy’s penchant for taunting and biting comments. How he ever made it to Heaven was beyond Ginny, but she certainly wasn’t going to approach Michael about it. As Malfoy so loved to point out, she was in enough trouble with the higher ups as it was.
“Hate to have you demoted from the Love Squad,” he sneered, clearly not happy that he was working under the angel of romance; although, according to the girls at the salon, he’d been at this job longer than anyone else. Anael tended to have a high turn-over, as it took a special sort of ghost to make two people fall in love.
Malfoy seemed to have the knack.
“What are you giggling about, Weasley? Think this is hilarious, do you?”
“That you’re in charge of Harry’s happily-ever-after? Yes,” she laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder, “yes, I do.”
***
Oh, what fun I'm going to have with this!
Annoying tagline reminder: January is the Month of Ron! Please send me your recs, endorsements, random fits of inspiration.
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Date: 2004-12-30 08:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-12-30 09:08 pm (UTC)*giggles* I've created a salon. In Heaven. I'm so cracked.
“Wait, wait,” Elspeth said, stopping mid-cut, holding up a chunk of Doris’ hair as she stared wide-eyed at Ginny through the mirror. “You think this is my fault?”
“You’re the one who has an in with Anael,” Ginny groused, plopping into the seat next to her and picking up a brush. Lavender was sprawled in a reclining salon chair on the other side, Steven at her feet.
“You did say that, Ellie,” Steven said, buffing Lavender’s big toe. “Can’t deny it.”
“I said Anael would take her,” Elspeth protested, kicking him lightly in the shin. “Didn’t say she had to be paired up with Draco. That business stinks a bit if you ask me.”
“It’s odd,” Lavender put in. “He’s got to know you hate each other.”
“Everyone knows we hate each other,” Ginny said. “You’re right. I think I’m being set up for a fall. I think they want me gone, don’t think I’m angel material. I’ll end up with a desk job in the basement, growling over my stapler.”
Doris rolled her eyes. “Please. Don’t be an idiot.”
“I am an idiot,” Ginny cried, rubbing a hand over her eyes in dismay. “I couldn’t even cut it with the Creevey brothers over in the Sherpa Division. Guiding people through the light, girls. I couldn’t guide people through the light.”
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Date: 2004-12-30 09:14 pm (UTC)2) And *DIES* Everyone's dead...and she couldn't even get them through the light.
3) And I smell setup! Hehe.
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:04 am (UTC)Definitely a setup. Since it's cliched, I'm going to make it as obvious as possible, and Ginny will just be incredibly dense :)
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:08 am (UTC)*Grins* Well, she is a Weasley, so of course, she'll be a bit dense.
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:49 am (UTC)The redhead scrunched up her nose and scowled at the floor. “Malfoy won’t let me,” she grumbled. “Won’t even tell me.”
“Won’t tell you, eh?” Steven’s blue eyes held a disturbing twinkle.
Ginny took in his mischievous air and Elspeth’s sly grin with growing apprehension. “I don’t want to know,” she said hastily, backing away. “I don’t want to know a single thing about what you’re thinking, all right? Not one word.”
Lavender’s head popped up. “About what?”
“Absolutely nothing,” Ginny stated emphatically. And fled.
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:57 am (UTC)What's she thinking? I wanna know!
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Date: 2004-12-31 10:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-12-31 10:52 am (UTC)We're so insane. And I've got too much coffee in my blood again.
“What sort of nudge,” Ginny persisted, straightening up and eying Harry, who seemed to be arguing with himself. And losing. “Stop it, Harry,” she hissed. “You look like a damn crazy man.”
Malfoy’s snigger sounded suspiciously light-hearted.
“Was that…? Did you just laugh, Malfoy? Good-naturedly? Without a sarcastic comment about Harry?”
“I’m an Angel-in-Training working on the fucking Love Squad, Weasley,” Malfoy growled. “I’m good and pure.”
“Pure?” Ginny cackled, bending over and wrapping her arms around her stomach, shoulders shaking with mirth. “Pure?”
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Date: 2004-12-31 10:57 am (UTC)And he tastes like...hmm, I think I'll hold on that until tomorrow. ;)
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Date: 2004-12-31 12:19 pm (UTC)Eeeevil!
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Date: 2004-12-31 12:21 pm (UTC)And Evil, I am. I'll tell you this...he tastes good. *nods*
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Date: 2004-12-31 01:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-31 01:28 pm (UTC)It'll be ready. ;) And you can see how Seamus tastes.
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:04 am (UTC)J is passed out on my couch. I may kill him. He woke me up three times since I went to bed at 430, and then proceeded to drink a bottle of my wine. Like he wasn't completely drunk enough before that.
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:28 am (UTC)And you got to drink?? I was sober all damn night and I have a hangover anyway. I didn't go pick up my mom until 1:00 and then I had to take her friend home (only across the county from mom and then myself). *snort*
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:32 am (UTC)I actually only got to drink before midnight, cause I was the Designated driver. I don't mind it, since I hate hangovers. J's gonna be hurting *grins*
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:37 am (UTC)Lawrenceville and Snellville (where I was going) are heavy on the cops, I couldn't even have one. But that's okay. You should turn the blender on for the hell of it. ;)
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:42 am (UTC)The songs were mainly about my rabbit and how long her ears are. Really weird.
Ugh, you couldn't even have one? Well, as long as you made money. And new years is overrated anyway. The ball drop was actually very pathetic.
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:46 am (UTC)It's okay. I had one at the Sundial at Christmas (strawberry mai tai). Besides, I got to laugh at my mom's drunkedness.
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Date: 2005-01-01 12:19 pm (UTC)Laughing at drunk people is always fun *grins*
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Date: 2005-01-01 12:33 pm (UTC)And she had three phrases: "did I pay you enough?" "my daughter is gonna to take of her mommmy first" (my insistance on taking her home first), and "Ma Betty, did you hear that? She's gonna take you to Darlene's."
And she would mix up the phrases every which way for the 5 minute ride from bar to her house. Quite funny actually.
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Date: 2005-01-01 01:16 pm (UTC)I don't know if I would have enjoyed it, since he wrote them on my envelops reserved for my rent. Which pissed me off.
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Date: 2005-01-01 01:28 pm (UTC)And gotta love when people use things meant for specific purpose. We can just use regular ones here. Luckily.
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Date: 2005-01-02 10:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-02 12:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-31 12:11 am (UTC)No recs as of yet. Shall get back to you on that matter.
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Date: 2004-12-31 05:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:46 am (UTC)Oh...if you get on Yahoo, tell Hama I'm not sure if I will be on anytime soon. My computer all of a sudden is telling me it is restricted and I should contact my system administrater which I am pretty sure is me. *mumbles*
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Date: 2004-12-31 10:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-31 10:34 am (UTC)Good luck on your writing:)
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Date: 2004-12-31 10:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-31 10:45 am (UTC)Ack! Does GINNY have to wear pink??
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Date: 2004-12-31 10:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-12-31 07:52 am (UTC)What a tease! You simply must continue with this. Draco Malfoy, the matchmaking guardian angel. Holy cow. It's perfect.
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:02 am (UTC)