HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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skoosiepantsYes, it's 2005, and I feel exactly the same! Except poorer! Only three more months till I get my house, and am completely flat broke! But still, exciting, eh?
Hope everyone had a good night. Mine was nice, except my morning was riddled with a drunk J waking me up every hour with a new song he wrote for me. No, I really don't think you want to ask.
Anywho, here's a little more of my angel crack!fic to brighten your day:
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“Hermione should be… Ah, there she is.” She pointed off to the right, noting the bushy-haired brunette pushing her way past the crowds, walking at a brisk pace. “She’s going to lecture him on wasting his life again, I just know it.” She turned to look at Malfoy. “There’s a sixty-forty chance of it every time she meets him for dinner.” Ginny might not have been exactly happy about the mission, but that didn’t mean she had to shirk on her research. She knew Harry, Hermione and Ron’s days down to the minute, and was well on her way to knowing Josephine’s as well.
“True love will blossom in a fortnight,” Malfoy mumbled.
“What?”
He blinked and shook his head. “Sorry. Hazard of the job.”
She stared at him incredulously. “You really do know what you’re doing, don’t you, Malfoy? A regular little cupid.”
“Anyway,” he drew out, rolling his eyes, “we’ve got two weeks. Won’t take much. A push here, a nudge there. Really, Weasley, this isn’t the serious business you’re used to. You needn’t take such a thorough approach.”
“I heard it took you over a month to get Nott and Seamus together,” Ginny pointed out, slightly disgruntled.
“Because,” he said indignantly, “it was meant to take over a month. You can’t force these things; you can only set them on the right path.”
She shook her head slowly. “You’ve made the strangest ghost, Malfoy. Makes me a little curious about how you’d have turned out, had you lived past the ripe old age of nineteen.”
Malfoy scowled at her, then gave her an over-exaggerated, haughty blink and ended up on the other side of the street, lounging negligently on the bench next to Harry. Ginny sighed and followed.
“You’ve been here for hours, haven’t you Harry?” Hermione asked when she reached them, placing her hands on her hips.
Pulling his gaze away from Josephine, he gave Hermione a wry grin. “Sorry.”
She heaved a heavy sigh and dropped down next to him, causing Malfoy to yelp and scramble out of the way. He couldn’t feel her – or vice versa, as they weren’t even the kind of semi-corporeal ghosts that hung about, sending off chills – but being sat on was never a pleasant experience.
“Harry,” Hermione started, “you can’t just do nothing. You can’t just… sit here. Miserable.”
“I’m not,” he protested. And the truth of it was he wasn’t. Ginny knew that for a fact.
“But…” She trailed off ineffectually, slumping down into the bench. Hermione wasn’t the sort of Witch who could appreciate idleness. She would be miserable, sitting on benches day in and day out, watching people, feeding birds, smiling blankly into the sun.
To Harry, Ginny knew, it was Heaven. On earth, she added, rolling her eyes upwards. On earth. The guys upstairs were a bit touchy about that saying.
“Hermione,” Harry said firmly, “for once in my life, I’ve got nothing at all that I have to do. I’m enjoying myself. Truly,” he insisted when she frowned dubiously at him.
“Ron’s worried about you.”
“No he’s not. Ron’s off raising babies with Pansy, and is most definitely not worrying about me. You, on the other hand, need a good lay.”
***
*giggle*
Annoying tagline reminder: January is the Month of Ron! Please send me your recs, endorsements, random fits of inspiration.
Hope everyone had a good night. Mine was nice, except my morning was riddled with a drunk J waking me up every hour with a new song he wrote for me. No, I really don't think you want to ask.
Anywho, here's a little more of my angel crack!fic to brighten your day:
***
“Hermione should be… Ah, there she is.” She pointed off to the right, noting the bushy-haired brunette pushing her way past the crowds, walking at a brisk pace. “She’s going to lecture him on wasting his life again, I just know it.” She turned to look at Malfoy. “There’s a sixty-forty chance of it every time she meets him for dinner.” Ginny might not have been exactly happy about the mission, but that didn’t mean she had to shirk on her research. She knew Harry, Hermione and Ron’s days down to the minute, and was well on her way to knowing Josephine’s as well.
“True love will blossom in a fortnight,” Malfoy mumbled.
“What?”
He blinked and shook his head. “Sorry. Hazard of the job.”
She stared at him incredulously. “You really do know what you’re doing, don’t you, Malfoy? A regular little cupid.”
“Anyway,” he drew out, rolling his eyes, “we’ve got two weeks. Won’t take much. A push here, a nudge there. Really, Weasley, this isn’t the serious business you’re used to. You needn’t take such a thorough approach.”
“I heard it took you over a month to get Nott and Seamus together,” Ginny pointed out, slightly disgruntled.
“Because,” he said indignantly, “it was meant to take over a month. You can’t force these things; you can only set them on the right path.”
She shook her head slowly. “You’ve made the strangest ghost, Malfoy. Makes me a little curious about how you’d have turned out, had you lived past the ripe old age of nineteen.”
Malfoy scowled at her, then gave her an over-exaggerated, haughty blink and ended up on the other side of the street, lounging negligently on the bench next to Harry. Ginny sighed and followed.
“You’ve been here for hours, haven’t you Harry?” Hermione asked when she reached them, placing her hands on her hips.
Pulling his gaze away from Josephine, he gave Hermione a wry grin. “Sorry.”
She heaved a heavy sigh and dropped down next to him, causing Malfoy to yelp and scramble out of the way. He couldn’t feel her – or vice versa, as they weren’t even the kind of semi-corporeal ghosts that hung about, sending off chills – but being sat on was never a pleasant experience.
“Harry,” Hermione started, “you can’t just do nothing. You can’t just… sit here. Miserable.”
“I’m not,” he protested. And the truth of it was he wasn’t. Ginny knew that for a fact.
“But…” She trailed off ineffectually, slumping down into the bench. Hermione wasn’t the sort of Witch who could appreciate idleness. She would be miserable, sitting on benches day in and day out, watching people, feeding birds, smiling blankly into the sun.
To Harry, Ginny knew, it was Heaven. On earth, she added, rolling her eyes upwards. On earth. The guys upstairs were a bit touchy about that saying.
“Hermione,” Harry said firmly, “for once in my life, I’ve got nothing at all that I have to do. I’m enjoying myself. Truly,” he insisted when she frowned dubiously at him.
“Ron’s worried about you.”
“No he’s not. Ron’s off raising babies with Pansy, and is most definitely not worrying about me. You, on the other hand, need a good lay.”
***
*giggle*
Annoying tagline reminder: January is the Month of Ron! Please send me your recs, endorsements, random fits of inspiration.
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:38 am (UTC)Draco's all...cupid. You know, I've had "Stupid Cupid" playing over and over in my head (ha! look, another song lyric) since you showed this.
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Date: 2005-01-01 12:26 pm (UTC)I love Draco as a devious cupid. And he's totally good at it. This is going to be such a stupid story *hugs it*
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Date: 2005-01-01 12:35 pm (UTC)And hehe, well he was obviously made for the role of cupid. For himself and Potter apparently. ;)
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Date: 2005-01-01 01:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-01-02 03:24 pm (UTC)Ginny wasn’t exactly sure she believed that reasoning, but the alternative, that Malfoy could somehow read her mind, was too freaky to dwell on. “So Percy’s real weakness would be…?”
“He can’t hold his liquor, and is an extremely loose drunk.”
She stared into the middle distance for a moment, her mind’s eye picturing a sloppily wet Percy slurring all over some pretty maid or man. “I’m putting in for a transfer,” she said finally.
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Date: 2005-01-02 03:58 pm (UTC)*snort* Percy the drunk, he comes around when you least expect it.
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Date: 2005-01-02 07:50 pm (UTC)I even paired him with Seamus, but you never actually get to see them. *giggles*
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Date: 2005-01-02 09:41 pm (UTC)Oh, lord. Then I ought to post Untitled (but I really I like Cooties for it for some reason) then. Copycat! Copycat!
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Date: 2005-01-03 10:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-03 10:26 am (UTC)And I don't care if you use it. Honestly. Go forth and make Percy drunk getting some from Seamus. ;) More fic for me to pimp out.
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Date: 2005-01-03 10:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
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