Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Draco Malfoy ... Or Harry Potter, but who really cares about him? :smirk:
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed... Sorry for not updating sooner everyone! Now that I have, you can all be happy and read on! And big thanks to my beta, Clara!
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Draco glared at the closet, which had suddenly changed form. They were in the wrong room yet again!
"That's it! I quit! I refuse to come back into this story unless the bloody author gets her act together! I want to go to a freaking closet, gods damn it!" Draco said angrily.
"Does this mean I don't get my surprise?" Ginny asked, frowning at him.
"Until I can get into the right room, then no, you don't get your surprise!" Draco said.
"Then I quit too!" Ginny said angrily, and they both stormed out of the room and out of the story...
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Draco and Ginny walked back into the room. Draco looked happy while Ginny on the other hand, looked extremely disappointed.
"First, I don't get my surprise, and now I have to go into a closet... Come on, where's my say in this story? I'm the one who started it off!" Ginny grumbled.
"Yes, but without me then there'd be no story to start with, because then you wouldn't have any closet fan fiction to complain about," Draco said, smirking at her.
"Yeah, then I'd have to complain about the fictions with me and Harry," she said, shuddering. "And you'd get stuck with Hermione!" Ginny said, laughing at him.
"Now, that is wrong... I'd rather Snape and Granger together!" Draco replied, turning green.
"Well, it's either you with Hermione, or you have to be put in slash fictions with Harry," Ginny crowed, feeling much happier now.
"Shut up or I'll organise for someone to put you with your brother..." Draco growled and Ginny went green.
"Wrong! So very, very wrong!" She shuddered. "Well, at least it's not me with Snape... Hermione can have him!" she said.
"Thank you!" Hermione's voice said from a nearby closet that had just appeared out of thin air.
"Okay, we're moving away from that closet," Ginny said, moving away, looking at the closet warily.
"Did you still want your surprise?" Draco asked, changing the very bad subject they were already on.
"Yes!" Ginny said happily, and then followed him to another room to yet again, try and get her surprise...
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Draco arrived in the right room this time, and sighed thankfully, letting Ginny enter before him.
Ginny looked around the room, amazed at the amount of red and gold balloons that could fit into one room.
Draco went over to the lone green balloon in the middle of the room and popped it with his wand, causing Ginny to jump.
"Would you tell a person next time when you're going to make something go bang?" she asked irritably. "What are you doing on the floor?" she asked as he got on one knee. "Why do you have to be on one knee? Why can't you stand up and ask me?" Ginny muttered.
"You're complaining about me asking to marry you?" Draco asked in disbelief.
"Only a bit... Okay, you can ask now," Ginny said, grinning at him.
"You just spoiled the entire thing..." Draco muttered under his breath.
"I heard that," Ginny replied, glaring at him.
"Well, you did spoil it!" Draco said indignantly.
"Oh, fine... Looks like we're going to have to do this my way then..." Ginny said, kneeling down beside him. "Will you marry me?" she asked.
"Yes," Draco said, kissing her. "That wasn't part of the deal... I'm supposed to ask you!" he said, pulling away.
"Hey, you get the closet, I get to propose!" Ginny said, smirking. "You know what this means, right?" she asked.
"No, what does this mean?"
"It means I get to have sex on a bed and not in a closet! The honeymoon has to be on a bed at least once!" Ginny said gleefully.
"Yeah, once that night and then we're doing it everywhere but," Draco said, smirking.
Ginny's face fell as she thought of all of the closets that her fiancé and soon-to-be husband was sure to drag her into during the honeymoon and after...
"How about a deal then?" she asked, grinning as an idea formed. "I get to have sex with you in a real bed with the mattress and pillows and sheets and quilts if necessary, at least three days a week... Then the rest of the week you get to pick... Deal?"
"If it'll make you happy, and if I get sex," Draco said, smirking as he held out his hand for her, Ginny shaking it eagerly.
"Done... You know what would make me happy right about now?" she asked sweetly. "Getting off of this bloody floor! We've been kneeling here for about ten minutes, and my knees are killing me!" Ginny grumbled.
They got off the floor and went back to their room, past the 453 closets...
"472 closets!" Hermione interrupted.
Right...
They went to their room past the 472 closets, three of which are used by Filch and his cleaning instruments, and the other 469 closets are used by Hermione and Snape at random times of the day (sometimes at all times of the day if they used their Time Turner correctly); then they went past the Gryffindor Common Room where Ron and Harry turn up out of the blue for no reason (it's also where Ron goes red every time Ginny is with Draco)...
They went past the empty classroom that was full of students, before turning in to the room where the fireplace is burning during the middle of summer on a boiling hot day, the good closet fan fiction is liked by Draco and burnt by Ginny, while the bad closet fan fiction is liked by Ginny and burnt by Draco, and where there was one closet and one bed that they would use forever, as per their agreement until they graduated from Hogwarts (or when Dumbledore got enough sense to kick them out of the castle, whichever came first)...
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(a/n: The end! Do not fear! There will be a sequel!)
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed... Sorry for not updating sooner everyone! Now that I have, you can all be happy and read on! And big thanks to my beta, Clara!
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Draco glared at the closet, which had suddenly changed form. They were in the wrong room yet again!
"That's it! I quit! I refuse to come back into this story unless the bloody author gets her act together! I want to go to a freaking closet, gods damn it!" Draco said angrily.
"Does this mean I don't get my surprise?" Ginny asked, frowning at him.
"Until I can get into the right room, then no, you don't get your surprise!" Draco said.
"Then I quit too!" Ginny said angrily, and they both stormed out of the room and out of the story...
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While you are all wondering if it is possible for characters to quit a story, we are experiencing small technical difficulties, so if you will please wait while the author gets her act together and finishes negotiating the story with the two main characters, then the story will come back soon...
Music floats onto the page that sounds exactly like elevator music.
Three hammers come out of nowhere and smash the elevator music beyond recognition.
This is not promoting violence towards any music genres at all, as elevator music is not really music, just subliminal messages designed to drive people crazy!
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Draco and Ginny walked back into the room. Draco looked happy while Ginny on the other hand, looked extremely disappointed.
"First, I don't get my surprise, and now I have to go into a closet... Come on, where's my say in this story? I'm the one who started it off!" Ginny grumbled.
"Yes, but without me then there'd be no story to start with, because then you wouldn't have any closet fan fiction to complain about," Draco said, smirking at her.
"Yeah, then I'd have to complain about the fictions with me and Harry," she said, shuddering. "And you'd get stuck with Hermione!" Ginny said, laughing at him.
"Now, that is wrong... I'd rather Snape and Granger together!" Draco replied, turning green.
"Well, it's either you with Hermione, or you have to be put in slash fictions with Harry," Ginny crowed, feeling much happier now.
"Shut up or I'll organise for someone to put you with your brother..." Draco growled and Ginny went green.
"Wrong! So very, very wrong!" She shuddered. "Well, at least it's not me with Snape... Hermione can have him!" she said.
"Thank you!" Hermione's voice said from a nearby closet that had just appeared out of thin air.
"Okay, we're moving away from that closet," Ginny said, moving away, looking at the closet warily.
"Did you still want your surprise?" Draco asked, changing the very bad subject they were already on.
"Yes!" Ginny said happily, and then followed him to another room to yet again, try and get her surprise...
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Draco arrived in the right room this time, and sighed thankfully, letting Ginny enter before him.
Ginny looked around the room, amazed at the amount of red and gold balloons that could fit into one room.
Draco went over to the lone green balloon in the middle of the room and popped it with his wand, causing Ginny to jump.
"Would you tell a person next time when you're going to make something go bang?" she asked irritably. "What are you doing on the floor?" she asked as he got on one knee. "Why do you have to be on one knee? Why can't you stand up and ask me?" Ginny muttered.
"You're complaining about me asking to marry you?" Draco asked in disbelief.
"Only a bit... Okay, you can ask now," Ginny said, grinning at him.
"You just spoiled the entire thing..." Draco muttered under his breath.
"I heard that," Ginny replied, glaring at him.
"Well, you did spoil it!" Draco said indignantly.
"Oh, fine... Looks like we're going to have to do this my way then..." Ginny said, kneeling down beside him. "Will you marry me?" she asked.
"Yes," Draco said, kissing her. "That wasn't part of the deal... I'm supposed to ask you!" he said, pulling away.
"Hey, you get the closet, I get to propose!" Ginny said, smirking. "You know what this means, right?" she asked.
"No, what does this mean?"
"It means I get to have sex on a bed and not in a closet! The honeymoon has to be on a bed at least once!" Ginny said gleefully.
"Yeah, once that night and then we're doing it everywhere but," Draco said, smirking.
Ginny's face fell as she thought of all of the closets that her fiancé and soon-to-be husband was sure to drag her into during the honeymoon and after...
"How about a deal then?" she asked, grinning as an idea formed. "I get to have sex with you in a real bed with the mattress and pillows and sheets and quilts if necessary, at least three days a week... Then the rest of the week you get to pick... Deal?"
"If it'll make you happy, and if I get sex," Draco said, smirking as he held out his hand for her, Ginny shaking it eagerly.
"Done... You know what would make me happy right about now?" she asked sweetly. "Getting off of this bloody floor! We've been kneeling here for about ten minutes, and my knees are killing me!" Ginny grumbled.
They got off the floor and went back to their room, past the 453 closets...
"472 closets!" Hermione interrupted.
Right...
They went to their room past the 472 closets, three of which are used by Filch and his cleaning instruments, and the other 469 closets are used by Hermione and Snape at random times of the day (sometimes at all times of the day if they used their Time Turner correctly); then they went past the Gryffindor Common Room where Ron and Harry turn up out of the blue for no reason (it's also where Ron goes red every time Ginny is with Draco)...
They went past the empty classroom that was full of students, before turning in to the room where the fireplace is burning during the middle of summer on a boiling hot day, the good closet fan fiction is liked by Draco and burnt by Ginny, while the bad closet fan fiction is liked by Ginny and burnt by Draco, and where there was one closet and one bed that they would use forever, as per their agreement until they graduated from Hogwarts (or when Dumbledore got enough sense to kick them out of the castle, whichever came first)...
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(a/n: The end! Do not fear! There will be a sequel!)
The End.
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