Just For the Hell of It...
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mia_alexandria[mood| 
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[music| "We Don't Care" - Kanye West]
I'm tired, my brain is quickly becoming fried, and I still have three more finals. Yeah. Apparently, I enjoy this kind of torture.
Anyways, because this week is finals week, and on Friday I leave for Jersey with Rio, I'm probably not going to get a lot of writing done over the next two weeks or so. I'll have my laptop with me, of course, but again, I probably won't have a lot of time to write stuff.
So because I am feeling rather bad about that, I give you a snippet of the current chapters that I'm working on for both Theories on How Danger Finds Us and The Prince. I would give you all a snippet of Every Season, but well, I haven't started writing the fourth chapter for that fic yet. XD
I awoke the next morning rather – how shall I put this? – abruptly.
There was no soft, gentle nudging of my person, no whispered demand for me to wake, just my right ear becoming very familiar with luxuriously carpeted floor in all of about five seconds.
And it hurt. A lot. It was like I had gotten my ears boxed, but the feeling was only present in my right ear -- that awkward, stinging, ringing pain of a vortex of air rushing to my ear drum. Not to mention the fact that the entire right side of my upper body was now cursing my stubborn, insolent ways as my head bounced off of said carpet and my shoulder collided with the floor. For although I had landed on carpet, rather than solid wood, there’s only so much padding carpet can provide. So, keeping that thought in mind, I was ready and willing to bring swift and painful retribution to whoever decided to make me suffer.
“Fucking hell!” I shouted once the pain on the right side of my body had been reduced to nothing more but a low throb.
Still lying on the floor, I looked up, expecting to find my Draco-sized pillow, only to find my pillow looming over me, eyes widened in shock, before morphing to an expression of absolute disgust. So much for Blaise’s theory of Draco being “in love” with me.
“What the hell were you thinking last night, Weasley?”
“Oh, so it’s back to ‘Weasley’ now, is it? Whatever happened to ‘Ginny’ and ‘being nice’ to me?”
“The crick in my neck and my sore bum are speaking for me right now,” he replied, leaning his head to the side, massaging his neck with his right hand.
“Aw, poor little Malfoy didn’t get his beauty sleep. However is he going to be able to face the world now? Should we warn the media that there’s a slight chance of you looking positively hideous today, or should I hold the press release?”
“Your cheek is very unattractive, Weasley.”
“Good thing I’m not attracted to you then – I have nothing to worry about.”
“All in good time, Weasley. All in good time,” Draco replied with a knowing smirk.
“And when I still remain out of your fan club, don’t be surprised when I say, ‘I told you so’.”
“Don’t delude yourself, Weasley dear. How could you not appreciate what I have?”
“But, Malfoy darling, you have nothing to appreciate,” I retorted with a guileless smile, stepping into my room and closing the door before Draco got his bit in. I love getting in the last word.
The first thing she felt was the biting cold – a slow, creeping kind of cold that rose from the tips of her toes to her now purple lips, causing her body to shiver uncontrollably and curl into the foetal position as her appendages tried to suck any remaining warmth from her core.
The next thing she felt was the stone floor beneath her – rugged in some places from years of solitude, smooth in others from erosion where prisoners had always huddled in the small cell.
A small shaft of white light announced its presence to her from the cell across from hers. She scuttled to the front, grasping the slightly rusting bars of her cell door in an attempt to get a better look.
It was morning by her logic.
She looked around, trying to figure out just where in the bloody hell she was.
Confused, she tried to remember what happened last night.
She was with Draco all of last night. It had been his family’s annual Christmas Ball, and she had been having a wonderful time with him. Everything was perfect, up until her and Draco went to take their seats for dinner.
He had stormed in. And he was not too pleased with the festivities being held in the House Malfoy. He had approached her and Draco, congratulated him for something, and then she remembered. She remembered, and she instinctually brought her knees up to her chest, resting her forehead on her knees before she let her tears flow.
She let her sobs echo throughout the chamber, not caring who heard; she wanted her anguish to resonate throughout the entire manor, forcing every occupant to share in her pain, in his deception.
Ginny had never felt more alone in her entire life.
Hope you enjoyed that! :)
xoxox
productive][music| "We Don't Care" - Kanye West]
I'm tired, my brain is quickly becoming fried, and I still have three more finals. Yeah. Apparently, I enjoy this kind of torture.
Anyways, because this week is finals week, and on Friday I leave for Jersey with Rio, I'm probably not going to get a lot of writing done over the next two weeks or so. I'll have my laptop with me, of course, but again, I probably won't have a lot of time to write stuff.
So because I am feeling rather bad about that, I give you a snippet of the current chapters that I'm working on for both Theories on How Danger Finds Us and The Prince. I would give you all a snippet of Every Season, but well, I haven't started writing the fourth chapter for that fic yet. XD
I awoke the next morning rather – how shall I put this? – abruptly.
There was no soft, gentle nudging of my person, no whispered demand for me to wake, just my right ear becoming very familiar with luxuriously carpeted floor in all of about five seconds.
And it hurt. A lot. It was like I had gotten my ears boxed, but the feeling was only present in my right ear -- that awkward, stinging, ringing pain of a vortex of air rushing to my ear drum. Not to mention the fact that the entire right side of my upper body was now cursing my stubborn, insolent ways as my head bounced off of said carpet and my shoulder collided with the floor. For although I had landed on carpet, rather than solid wood, there’s only so much padding carpet can provide. So, keeping that thought in mind, I was ready and willing to bring swift and painful retribution to whoever decided to make me suffer.
“Fucking hell!” I shouted once the pain on the right side of my body had been reduced to nothing more but a low throb.
Still lying on the floor, I looked up, expecting to find my Draco-sized pillow, only to find my pillow looming over me, eyes widened in shock, before morphing to an expression of absolute disgust. So much for Blaise’s theory of Draco being “in love” with me.
“What the hell were you thinking last night, Weasley?”
“Oh, so it’s back to ‘Weasley’ now, is it? Whatever happened to ‘Ginny’ and ‘being nice’ to me?”
“The crick in my neck and my sore bum are speaking for me right now,” he replied, leaning his head to the side, massaging his neck with his right hand.
“Aw, poor little Malfoy didn’t get his beauty sleep. However is he going to be able to face the world now? Should we warn the media that there’s a slight chance of you looking positively hideous today, or should I hold the press release?”
“Your cheek is very unattractive, Weasley.”
“Good thing I’m not attracted to you then – I have nothing to worry about.”
“All in good time, Weasley. All in good time,” Draco replied with a knowing smirk.
“And when I still remain out of your fan club, don’t be surprised when I say, ‘I told you so’.”
“Don’t delude yourself, Weasley dear. How could you not appreciate what I have?”
“But, Malfoy darling, you have nothing to appreciate,” I retorted with a guileless smile, stepping into my room and closing the door before Draco got his bit in. I love getting in the last word.
The first thing she felt was the biting cold – a slow, creeping kind of cold that rose from the tips of her toes to her now purple lips, causing her body to shiver uncontrollably and curl into the foetal position as her appendages tried to suck any remaining warmth from her core.
The next thing she felt was the stone floor beneath her – rugged in some places from years of solitude, smooth in others from erosion where prisoners had always huddled in the small cell.
A small shaft of white light announced its presence to her from the cell across from hers. She scuttled to the front, grasping the slightly rusting bars of her cell door in an attempt to get a better look.
It was morning by her logic.
She looked around, trying to figure out just where in the bloody hell she was.
Confused, she tried to remember what happened last night.
She was with Draco all of last night. It had been his family’s annual Christmas Ball, and she had been having a wonderful time with him. Everything was perfect, up until her and Draco went to take their seats for dinner.
He had stormed in. And he was not too pleased with the festivities being held in the House Malfoy. He had approached her and Draco, congratulated him for something, and then she remembered. She remembered, and she instinctually brought her knees up to her chest, resting her forehead on her knees before she let her tears flow.
She let her sobs echo throughout the chamber, not caring who heard; she wanted her anguish to resonate throughout the entire manor, forcing every occupant to share in her pain, in his deception.
Ginny had never felt more alone in her entire life.
Hope you enjoyed that! :)
xoxox