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Finally saw 21 Grams last night -- great film. It was different from what I had expected it to be. I also saw The Heart of Me recently, and it's actually a great little movie that got no hype at all (Helena Bonham Carter, Paul Bettany, Olivia Williams). Lastly, I saw About Adam, which I would not recommend unless you really, really love Stuart Townsend or want to see Kate Hudson speak in an Irish accent.
And now ... two memes:
1) All about me: Here are select passages from stories I've written, but I don't tell you which. <g> I'm sure some of them are incredibly obvious. I'll link them eventually, but now I'm hungry and must go to lunch.
Fic Bits
Exhaustion seeps into her bones and resides there with anger and sadness. All she thinks about during the day is going to her room and crawling between the sheets of her bed so that she can sleep until she has slept away the darkest of her emotions. But at night, listening to the soft chuffs and lazy wheezes of her roommates, she can't sleep. When she closes her eyes she is plagued by visions of trophies and hands she'll never feel again.
Draco brushed her away. "I don need helb."
"You do need help. You're weak as a kitten."
Draco glared.
"Weak as a ... little baby dragon?" Ginny amended.
The scowl did not let up.
"Weak as a ... Oh, get your arse in the tub."
Only when Ginny has been hauled out of the bed by her brother does Draco Malfoy let up on my wrist. I pull away, but he doesn't seem to notice anymore.
Ron holds Ginny by the waist, and his stunned expression probably matches mine when he correctly identifies his sister's bed companion. "You," is all he says.
But Malfoy isn't looking at him; he's looking at the girl in Ron's arms.
"I asked you a question," he says, keeping his voice calm. Considering the circumstances, he is being extremely civil. Part of him hopes that she will take this opportunity to defend herself. To tell him that all is not as it seems. To soothe his temper and his pride, as she has done dozens of times before, and show him that she loves him above all else, above all other things. That she would never betray him.
The words do not come.
As if Draco could feel her studying him, he lifted his head sharply, and their eyes locked for a split second before Ginny looked away. Although she could happily stare at him for hours as long as he wasn't aware of it, she couldn't meet his steel-gray gaze directly; it mortified her. The first place she looked happened to be her brother's scowling countenance.
"What the devil are you looking at him for?" he asked.
"Just admiring your handiwork, Ron," said Ginny with a wan smile.
This seemed to cheer him, as he grinned smugly. "Yeah, we really gave him what for. Doesn't look so bloody pretty now, does he?"
Ginny didn't answer, and Ron didn't seem to need one. Privately, she thought that if Ron had believed he was making Draco Malfoy less attractive by giving him a few rakish cuts and bruises, he was very sadly mistaken.
"I might be pregnant, you know," Ginny said, sitting up suddenly. "You might have gotten me pregnant."
He drew in a sharp breath. "Don't say things like that."
"Why not? Because it scares you? Because you hate the idea?" she demanded, her eyes feverish and wet.
"Because I want too much for them to be true," he said tightly.
"Hermione doesn't know I'm going," Ginny confessed. "And I didn't want to have to deal with all the disapproving sniffs I'd get if she did know."
"You mean she wasn't all for it?" Amelia asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "Hmm, I thought she was a progressive sort of woman."
It was a little girl's room, but she hadn't noticed it until now, when she saw it through the eyes of a stranger. She could feel herself burn with embarrassment. She spent most of her time at Hogwarts now, Ginny defended in her head. Besides, if she'd known she was going to have visitors she would have cleaned a little. No one had asked Draco or his overwhelming boy presence to invade the sanctity of her little girl's bedroom.
She stared at him in dismay. He was too tall, too male, too wealthy, too blond, too everything.
"Fizzing Whizbee?" he offered, holding out the bag.
She thought about it for only a second. "Okay," she replied, sounding less confident than she would have liked. Before her fingers could touch the bag, however, he pulled it out of reach.
Ginny dropped her hand, frowning. So it was just a trick. She should have known.
About to get up and snatch the parcel right out of his hands, she was stalled when he popped the proffered sweet into his mouth, said, "Come and get it, then," and set the bag aside.
Snape reached into his trousers and pulled out a snake.
Lupin gasped in delight. "For me???"
It took Ginny a second to process what he was saying. She made several fragmented sounds of rage. "That wasn't from me, you git!" she said. She had told him countless times to stop stealing kisses from her, as she simply did not feel that way about him. "As if I would ask you to--"
"Wasn't it? I didn't quite reach the end of the letter," admitted Draco unrepentantly.
Malfoy had removed his robes and was dressed in grey trousers, a white Oxford shirt, and his school tie. He was undoing his cufflinks when he turned around and saw Ginny. His movements were arrested, and his stillness rather made me feel self-conscious for Ginny. At this point, I would have been scrambling to cover myself, thinking that I'd made a fool of myself, I looked like an idiot, I should never have done this. Ginny had no such insecurities. She grinned impishly at him and took a step forward. Then another, until she was only inches from him.
"Looks like you need a little help," she said softly, almost a purr. I'd never heard her use that tone of voice before, and no wonder. If Ron ever heard it he'd have an apoplectic fit. Ginny took Malfoy's hand in hers and gently undid the cufflink, then did the same for the other one. She put her hands on the waistband of his trousers and he sucked in a breath, but she was only teasing; her hands traveled slowly up his chest until they reached his tie, and she began to unknot it.
Tonight is different, she can tell. He climbs into bed, and somehow, though the air is cold, all he brings with him is heat. He fills nearly every nook and cranny of her bed, and there is barely room enough for her. If someone were to walk in, she feels that they wouldn't be able to see her, and she likes that. She disappears.
Tick. Tock.
Enjoy his body. Use it every way you can. Don't be shy of it or of what other people have probably done for it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever know.
"Can you take care of Ladybug tonight?" she murmurs. The t-shirt is modestly covering her pert little bottom, and he's fascinated by the sight of his hand disappearing underneath.
"Yes," he says automatically, though after a moment he asks, "Why? Are you going to your brother's?" He doesn't specify which; after all this time, he still can't tell most of them apart, and he knows she doesn't mind. None of the Weasley men approve of the fact that Ginny isn't married and has had a child out of wedlock, and she prefers not to remind them of these things with her daughter's presence when she visits.
"No, I have a date," she says, still in the same absent-minded manner.
"Why don't you just tell her you like her?" Harry suggested.
Malfoy whipped his head around to glare at Harry. "Who? Weasley? I don't like Weasley. I don't like her name, or her hair, or her eyes, or her smile, or her voice, or the way she looks in a Quidditch uniform, or the way she can't eat a pumpkin pasty without dropping crumbs everywhere so she has to lick the corners of her mouth, and I never, ever think about her while looking at dirty magazines!"
"Yeah, all right," said Harry.
2) All about you: Ask me, and I'll tell you at least one thing I love about you. I'll probably have more to say if I know you well. <g>
And now ... two memes:
1) All about me: Here are select passages from stories I've written, but I don't tell you which. <g> I'm sure some of them are incredibly obvious. I'll link them eventually, but now I'm hungry and must go to lunch.
Fic Bits
Exhaustion seeps into her bones and resides there with anger and sadness. All she thinks about during the day is going to her room and crawling between the sheets of her bed so that she can sleep until she has slept away the darkest of her emotions. But at night, listening to the soft chuffs and lazy wheezes of her roommates, she can't sleep. When she closes her eyes she is plagued by visions of trophies and hands she'll never feel again.
Draco brushed her away. "I don need helb."
"You do need help. You're weak as a kitten."
Draco glared.
"Weak as a ... little baby dragon?" Ginny amended.
The scowl did not let up.
"Weak as a ... Oh, get your arse in the tub."
Only when Ginny has been hauled out of the bed by her brother does Draco Malfoy let up on my wrist. I pull away, but he doesn't seem to notice anymore.
Ron holds Ginny by the waist, and his stunned expression probably matches mine when he correctly identifies his sister's bed companion. "You," is all he says.
But Malfoy isn't looking at him; he's looking at the girl in Ron's arms.
"I asked you a question," he says, keeping his voice calm. Considering the circumstances, he is being extremely civil. Part of him hopes that she will take this opportunity to defend herself. To tell him that all is not as it seems. To soothe his temper and his pride, as she has done dozens of times before, and show him that she loves him above all else, above all other things. That she would never betray him.
The words do not come.
As if Draco could feel her studying him, he lifted his head sharply, and their eyes locked for a split second before Ginny looked away. Although she could happily stare at him for hours as long as he wasn't aware of it, she couldn't meet his steel-gray gaze directly; it mortified her. The first place she looked happened to be her brother's scowling countenance.
"What the devil are you looking at him for?" he asked.
"Just admiring your handiwork, Ron," said Ginny with a wan smile.
This seemed to cheer him, as he grinned smugly. "Yeah, we really gave him what for. Doesn't look so bloody pretty now, does he?"
Ginny didn't answer, and Ron didn't seem to need one. Privately, she thought that if Ron had believed he was making Draco Malfoy less attractive by giving him a few rakish cuts and bruises, he was very sadly mistaken.
"I might be pregnant, you know," Ginny said, sitting up suddenly. "You might have gotten me pregnant."
He drew in a sharp breath. "Don't say things like that."
"Why not? Because it scares you? Because you hate the idea?" she demanded, her eyes feverish and wet.
"Because I want too much for them to be true," he said tightly.
"Hermione doesn't know I'm going," Ginny confessed. "And I didn't want to have to deal with all the disapproving sniffs I'd get if she did know."
"You mean she wasn't all for it?" Amelia asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "Hmm, I thought she was a progressive sort of woman."
It was a little girl's room, but she hadn't noticed it until now, when she saw it through the eyes of a stranger. She could feel herself burn with embarrassment. She spent most of her time at Hogwarts now, Ginny defended in her head. Besides, if she'd known she was going to have visitors she would have cleaned a little. No one had asked Draco or his overwhelming boy presence to invade the sanctity of her little girl's bedroom.
She stared at him in dismay. He was too tall, too male, too wealthy, too blond, too everything.
"Fizzing Whizbee?" he offered, holding out the bag.
She thought about it for only a second. "Okay," she replied, sounding less confident than she would have liked. Before her fingers could touch the bag, however, he pulled it out of reach.
Ginny dropped her hand, frowning. So it was just a trick. She should have known.
About to get up and snatch the parcel right out of his hands, she was stalled when he popped the proffered sweet into his mouth, said, "Come and get it, then," and set the bag aside.
Snape reached into his trousers and pulled out a snake.
Lupin gasped in delight. "For me???"
It took Ginny a second to process what he was saying. She made several fragmented sounds of rage. "That wasn't from me, you git!" she said. She had told him countless times to stop stealing kisses from her, as she simply did not feel that way about him. "As if I would ask you to--"
"Wasn't it? I didn't quite reach the end of the letter," admitted Draco unrepentantly.
Malfoy had removed his robes and was dressed in grey trousers, a white Oxford shirt, and his school tie. He was undoing his cufflinks when he turned around and saw Ginny. His movements were arrested, and his stillness rather made me feel self-conscious for Ginny. At this point, I would have been scrambling to cover myself, thinking that I'd made a fool of myself, I looked like an idiot, I should never have done this. Ginny had no such insecurities. She grinned impishly at him and took a step forward. Then another, until she was only inches from him.
"Looks like you need a little help," she said softly, almost a purr. I'd never heard her use that tone of voice before, and no wonder. If Ron ever heard it he'd have an apoplectic fit. Ginny took Malfoy's hand in hers and gently undid the cufflink, then did the same for the other one. She put her hands on the waistband of his trousers and he sucked in a breath, but she was only teasing; her hands traveled slowly up his chest until they reached his tie, and she began to unknot it.
Tonight is different, she can tell. He climbs into bed, and somehow, though the air is cold, all he brings with him is heat. He fills nearly every nook and cranny of her bed, and there is barely room enough for her. If someone were to walk in, she feels that they wouldn't be able to see her, and she likes that. She disappears.
Tick. Tock.
Enjoy his body. Use it every way you can. Don't be shy of it or of what other people have probably done for it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever know.
"Can you take care of Ladybug tonight?" she murmurs. The t-shirt is modestly covering her pert little bottom, and he's fascinated by the sight of his hand disappearing underneath.
"Yes," he says automatically, though after a moment he asks, "Why? Are you going to your brother's?" He doesn't specify which; after all this time, he still can't tell most of them apart, and he knows she doesn't mind. None of the Weasley men approve of the fact that Ginny isn't married and has had a child out of wedlock, and she prefers not to remind them of these things with her daughter's presence when she visits.
"No, I have a date," she says, still in the same absent-minded manner.
"Why don't you just tell her you like her?" Harry suggested.
Malfoy whipped his head around to glare at Harry. "Who? Weasley? I don't like Weasley. I don't like her name, or her hair, or her eyes, or her smile, or her voice, or the way she looks in a Quidditch uniform, or the way she can't eat a pumpkin pasty without dropping crumbs everywhere so she has to lick the corners of her mouth, and I never, ever think about her while looking at dirty magazines!"
"Yeah, all right," said Harry.
2) All about you: Ask me, and I'll tell you at least one thing I love about you. I'll probably have more to say if I know you well. <g>
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Date: 2004-04-28 01:39 am (UTC)by Ropo
You are pretty and look good in glasses even though you don't think so. You're very very smart and aren't afraid to show it. You wear thongs on your feet in the winter. Your pants are too long. You think far too hard about things, but, you know, in a good way, even if I can't keep up with it. You're a fantastic writer. You love sitting around in your house, possibly as much as I do. You have a lovely laugh. You can be very, very snarky. You are the funnest person in the world to frustrate. You do a mean imitation of Michelle Kwan's spiral. And even though you like coconut, we can still get along! Yay!