Fire and Ice

Blurred Memories

Last night was a blur.

Ginny was sitting in the Great Hall, silent and motionless. Next to her, Parvati was moaning about her new boyfriend while drinking pomegranate juice. God, she went through them quick.

"And my last boyfriend was even worse, but then again, David, you know, my guy before, was a fireball in bed..."

Ginny smiled slightly, imagining the Patil parents listening to their beloved Parvati talk about her many boyfriends and what she did with them. Then she groaned, as another wave of nausea hit her head like a sack of phoenix feathers.

"...I can't even remember being a virgin, I mean, Merlin, I lost it at freaking Yule Ball! Remember that dishy guy from Bul..."

Ginny faded out.

"Shut up, you're giving me a headache." she growled. Pavati laughed, and continued, louder. This is why Ginnny was best friends with Parvati; only they had the same humour, and only Parvati would put up witht the hungover-Ginny.

Reaching for a crossiant, Ginny lathered it with butter and consumed the whole thing in one bite. She needed to get the vomit-taste out of her mouth. As soon as she'd woken up in the classroom and vomited, she'd grabbed her robes and bags and ran out of the room, into another classroom to change in. After she'd deemed her appearance presentable, she'd casually walked into the Great Hall, to eat breakfast with her friends. Her hangover, hwever, wasn't as nonchalant,

She clutched her head.

"Anyway, do you remember being a virgin?"

Ginny started, and turned to face Parvati, She'd always envied Parvati, the chocolate complection, endearing dimples, glossy black hair, the figure that boys drooled over.

"I'm still a virgin!" Ginny exclaimed, a little louder than she intended. A second-year choked on his pumpkin juice. His friend thumped him on the back.

"Honey," Parvati murmured, "when you walked in I could feel it. You're a woman!" Cackling, Parvati wrapped her tan fingers around Ginny's pale freckled ones. "Tell me about him."

"There's nothing to tell!" Ginny spluttered, fuming. Not fuming with Parvati, with herself. How did she get into this mess?!

Parvati frowned slightly, a knowing look in her eyes. "Okay, Gin-bear. Anyway, I gotta fly, I've got Potions first. Fuck my life. Ciao!" flouncing off, Parvati walked away. Ginny snorted at the sight of two boys turning to watch her go.

Groaning, Ginny reached for the coffee and drank until her vision was clear. Her nerves were buzzing. Suddenly, the bell rang, and all of the students, started standing and gathering their things for their next lesson. Shit, what's first lesson? Reaching for her satchel, she started to rummage around for her timetable.

"Uuurgh!" she growled, when her fingers met everything but her timetable. Scrunching up her nose in furstration, she began looking for her wand; she'd have to accio it.

Where is my fucking wand?!... oh.

She must've missed it when she grabbed her robes and bag, in that dreaded classroom. She's have to go back, without being caught/noticed, and retrieve it. Quickly.

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"Draco, what is with you!?" Startled, Draco turned to face the red-faced girl next to him - it was uncommon of Pansy- or anyone - to start with Draco.

Squinting his eyes to momentarily clear his red-spotted vision, Draco sighed, "Pansy, fuck off."

"Draco!" she squealed, tears pooling in her muddy-brown eyes. Mud-brown, not pretty at all. Not pretty like chocolate eyes. Her eyes. Draco twitched.

"What?" he replied lazily, keeping up his cool, indifferent demeanour.

"I'm sprry, I didn't mean to say it like that, I was just getting a bit het up- it's just that I want to know what's on your mind-"

Draco twisted his body agaist hers. He could feel her heart quicken in beats. He leaned his lips toward her ear.

"You want to know what's on my mind? Right now, I've got an image in my head of a stake with your head on it, only, that head's missing a nose. What does that mean, Pansy?"

"That I'm too nosy," she simpered, pouting, enjoying their dialogue as if it were a game, cheerful banter.

"Just fuck off, Pansy, I've got a splitting hangover, and somehow, I have a feeling that listening to your whining will not help. Leave."

Pansy's ears perked up. She sniffed.

"You've been drinking?" she sniffed again. "You smell of perfume... you were drinking with a girl?!" she endied the sentence with a note of shock that suggested that the thought of Draco with another girl other than herself was catastrophic.

"That's none of your- no! Of course I haven't been drinking with a girl!" Annoyance and anger rose deep from Draco's chest. His head felt as if somebody had crucio'd his head only, the Fire Whisky left that bad of a hangover. A small voice wondered if she felt the same way. "Fuck off or I'll hex you, I swear on the Dark Lord's fucking fingertips.

"But Dray, I"

"Don't... call... me... Dray!" he hissed, reaching for his wand. This is why people avoided him the da after the night he drinks. Hangover Draco is murderous Draco. He froze, fingers grasping fabric, and more fabric.

"What the fuck have you done with my wand." he said flatly. Predictably, Pansy exploded. Unfortunalety, when Draco realised where he'd left his wand, Pansy was in full don't-stop-talking mode.

"I didn't touch it Draco, I swear, oh I'll help you find it, who cares about Potions, we'll just go off on our own, oh Dra-"

With one quick moment, Draco stood, gracefully grabbed a large hash of bacon, and left, leaving a very flustered, red-faced Pansy behind, her mouth stupidly left hanging open as she, and four other girls, watched Draco walk through the bustling crowds congregated around the Great Hall doors.