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Happy New Year - here's a CIC cookie!

I've been using my vacation time writing!  Amazing how much you realize you miss it once you start doing it again.

Because I can never wait to share things that I've written, here's a small cookie. I haven't proof-read it yet AT ALL, and I'm not going to give you any context as to where in the chapter this takes place, but consider it a sign that this next chapter will be posted MUCH sooner than the last time I updated! Happy New Year, everyone! 2011 was excessively trying for the people I love most in the world, and I'm happy to welcome in 2012!

Crossing into Chaos: Chapter 18.1

And now, they were sitting in awkward silence, staring at each other over steaming cups of tea.  Her broomstick was propped against the window beside their table, and as all conversation seemed to have become impossible between the two, she couldn’t help but stare at it longingly, thinking of how the cold, crisp air would feel against her skin.  Blaise seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, and Ginny’s stilted attempts to encourage him to talk kept failing.

She sighed.

“Seriously, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Ginny finally asked, feeling a bit exasperated by his silence.  He met her eyes, blinking in surprise, almost as if he’d forgotten that she was there.

“What makes you think that there’s something going on?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow and a sly tone to his voice.  Ginny frowned.

“Don’t talk like that, I don’t like it,” she said coldly.  “Just be yourself, not the version of you that you present to girls who you don’t know very well.  I’m not Georgia, and if you insist on treating me like I am, I will get up and leave.”

Blaise looked at her, and the fake smile dissolved into a genuine one, and he leaned forward, suddenly engaged.

“Tell me, Weasley.  How on earth have you and Malfoy gotten on for so long without killing each other?” he asked, his eyes lighting up with laughter.

“There have been a few near misses,” Ginny said solemnly, before smiling.  “When he first asked me out - well, demanded that I meet him, more like - I was certain that he was challenging me to a duel.  A duel!  Then we were locked in the Astronomy Tower overnight.  And there was the incident with Claire - although, that wasn’t nearly us trying to kill each other as Claire trying to kill Malfoy, although we argued with each other most of the way through it.”

“Remarkable that you’re both still alive,” he said, with a warm smile.

She remembered what Malfoy had told her when he’d flatly rejected the idea that they could ever be just friends with each other.  “There’s too much passion, too much energy between us.  We’re either going to be a pair of passionate lovers, the kind they write epic stories about, or we’re going to be mortal enemies, consumed only with the thought of destroying each other for the rest of our lives.  Often, we’ll probably be both at the same time. But we’re never going to be just friends.”

She shivered involuntarily, recalling the smoothness of his voice, the cool confidence in his eyes as he’d spoken them to her.  Blaise leaned forward, meeting here eyes.

“Where did you go just now?” he asked, amused.  She shook off the memory, but decided to share it with Zabini - eager to keep their previously stilted conversation alive, now that there was a topic they could both discuss with energy and enthusiasm.

“Do you know what he told me once?  He said that it was like we were destined to either be great lovers or mortal enemies - and that we’ll often be both at the same time,” she said confidingly.

“Typical Draco.  Always speaking in superlatives and absolutes,” Blaise laughed.

“I’m positive that it’s how he gets everything he wants.  He just keeps stating it as an absolute truth until reality shifts to suit his whim,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she remembered all the times she’d adamantly refused him something, only to find herself doing it anyway.

“People most often assume that he’s incredibly good at getting what he wants, but the truth is that he’s just incredibly talented at making it impossible to do anything other than what he wants.  He’s been born into it, and to him, getting what he wants is as natural as breathing,” Blaise explained.

“It sounds like you’re making excuses for him,” Ginny said with a frown.  “Have you even spoken to him at all since that night on the beach?”

“Ha!  No thank you. I rather like my face the way it is, and I should hope that you do as well,” he said, laughing.  “I’m actually surprised he hasn’t confronted me yet, but I know he will.  We fight over things all the time - have ever since we were little.  He’s always wanting things he can’t have, and takes his disappointment out on those closest to him.”

“You’re incredibly important to him, you know,” she said, looking down at her hands as she began to fidget.  She couldn’t help but notice that he’d inadvertently referred to her has a thing, but she tried to brush it off as an unthinking comment.  “He doesn’t have a lot of people in his life that he trusts.”

“Don’t tell me that you’ve bought his poor little rich boy act.  Really, Weasley.  I thought you were more clever than that!” Blaise said with a laugh, startling Ginny to look up at him with a surprised frown.

“What do you mean?” she asked, a cold jolt of horror running through her.

“Malfoy doesn’t have a lot of people in his life that he trusts because he’s a selfish, violent, ill-tempered and cold-hearted bastard.  I can’t believe I have to explain that to you, of all people.  How many times has he almost gotten you killed?” Blaise demanded, clearly amused.

“Then why have you been friends with him your whole life, if he’s so terrible?” she asked, bewildered.  A storm of emotions was raging through her - she couldn’t deny the truth of what Blaise was saying, but instinctively, she knew that it wasn’t an accurate portrayal of him.  And she was horrified that one of the few people that Malfoy cared about more than himself could speak so callously about him.

“He’s entertaining, so long as you’re on his good side,” Blaise said with a shrug, leaning back in his chair.  Ginny stared at him, unable to comprehend his indifference towards someone who was supposedly his best friend.

“If you’re one of the people fortunate enough to be on his good side, he would recklessly throw himself in between you and absolutely anything that threatens you,” Ginny snapped viciously, her eyes ignited with her anger.  “He withstood the Cruciatus curse repeatedly just because Claire threatened to scar my face, without even fighting back for because they were threatening me.”

“What’s all this about?” Blaise asked mildly, and Ginny stared at him, shocked, as she felt her rage begin to build.

“What is wrong with you?” she demanded, slamming her hand down on the table in a display of fury.  “Are you capable of feeling any emotion at all?  You speak of Malfoy and his faults and all the things that make him an absolute terror to count among your friends, but he at least is capable of feeling anything!  In fact, his biggest problem is that he feels everything too much - he feels it with every single part of him!”

“And you prefer that?” he asked, looking up at her drowsily, as if the effort of caring enough about her thoughts to ask her about it had exhausted him.  She was incredulous at the sudden change in him - or, was it that Blaise had always been this indifferent to anyone that wasn’t himself?  Perhaps she had just been blind.

Didn’t you see his face?” she cried, unaware of the stares she was drawing from the other patrons.  “How can you sit there and talk about him as if he were inconsequential to you?  Your actions caused it - you kissed me and because of that, two people he cares about broke his heart.  Yes, he’s selfish. Yes, he’s violent and ill-tempered.  He’s spoiled and extremely manipulative, and has an extremely irritating talent for getting what he wants and making it seem like it was your idea.  But he’s intensely loyal, and it would never even occur to him to do to you what you’ve done to him.  And even if he did, he wouldn’t be sitting here with an insufferable, infuriating bored expression on his face that I’m incredibly tempted to curse right off while talking as if his best friend meant nothing to him!”

With that, Ginny stood up, grabbed her broomstick and threw some coins down on the table.  With one last, withering glare at her date, she stormed out of the tea shop.

The end! (for now)


( 11 comments — Flail Dramatically )
Dec. 30th, 2011 03:45 pm (UTC)
Dec. 31st, 2011 12:40 am (UTC)
Haha, thanks! More to come soon, I promise!
Dec. 30th, 2011 03:59 pm (UTC)
That was good! I think this is the first I've read of it & I'm going to have to check out the rest asap now! :D
Dec. 31st, 2011 12:41 am (UTC)
Thanks! The fic thus far is rather monstrous in size - 17 chapters so far. It's on FF.net and DracoandGinny.com, if you're really interested.
Dec. 31st, 2011 03:03 am (UTC)
I already found you on FF.net and subscribed/favorited. Lol.
Jan. 2nd, 2012 06:09 pm (UTC)
Well, I spent most of the weekend reading your fic rather than doing the dishes and my other weekend chores. Now I'm craving a massive HYD rewatch (not that I don't rewatch every 6 months anyway!) and a Meteor Garden rewatch to boot and I don't usually care for that version (mainly cause he hit her once & that's a line he never crossed in the jdrama - the one thing that set her apart from every other person in his world).

I'm very much enjoying your clever mix of HP & HYD. And I'm ever so happy you've added all the kissing as that's the one thing I missed in the jdrama (though I was glad it avoided the manga's fixation on sex).

Edited at 2012-01-02 06:09 pm (UTC)
Jan. 6th, 2012 12:56 am (UTC)
HI! Thanks for reading the story! I'm totally glad you liked all the kissing! I mean, there was tonnes in Meteor Garden, but not nearly enough in the jdrama.

And yes, I completely, 100% agree with you about the hitting in MG. It's also a line for me as well.
Dec. 30th, 2011 07:19 pm (UTC)
Ah yes. This is the reaction I was waiting for in HYD. Seriously Makino, you're just gonna sit there and moon at him while he ignores you and everything else in the world he supposedly cares about? Snap him out of it, for goodness' sake!

In other words, this was awesome and I can't wait to read the rest!
Dec. 31st, 2011 12:43 am (UTC)
Heehee, thanks! The main conceit of HYD being that Makino and Domyouji are delightfully dense (and therefore, suited to each other), it fits with the manga, but I didn't think it would for these characters. Glad you enjoyed it!
Dec. 31st, 2011 05:36 pm (UTC)
True, they're both a little too clever for their own good in this canon. Though that certainly makes for an interesting story...
Jennifer S.
Jan. 23rd, 2012 03:12 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the cookie! :)
I'm looking forward to the rest of chapter 18!
( 11 comments — Flail Dramatically )

Confessions of a Drama Queen

I'm a drama queen lacking in Real Life drama. So, instead, I flail about things that I become obsessive over - which, usually, is everything, all the time, always. Be warned - I like to post AD NAUSEUM about what I'm currently in love with, and this changes about every other day.

I also occasionally flirt with the notion that I can write, and chose to demonstrate this deranged fantasy with the occasional fic bit posted from my one current fanfic project. I really only do it for the shallow praise - what, like you don't think a drama queen would have an ego?

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