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HP stories following Canon including OotP >> Kissing my Ex-Boyfriend's Dead Father by TomsChamberGurl

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Kissing My Ex-Boyfriend’s Dead Father






“Hermione,” Ginny whined as she set her book on the table in front of her seat.

“No Ginny,” snapped Hermione.

“Please,” Ginny whined again.

“No,” Hermione yelled.

“Your mean,” pouted Ginny.

“Why don’t you get Malfoy to help you then, he seems sooo much nicer than me,” suggested Hermione as she read her book contently.

“Maybe I will,” Ginny said and she walked right over to Draco Malfoy’s table.

“Will you help me with something,” Ginny said as she grabbed Draco’s collar and pulled him behind a bookcase.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked as he brushed himself off.

“I'm failing potions,” said Ginny and she bit her lip.

“Yeah…and who are you?” Draco asked.

“Gi-“ Ginny stopped and thought about it, if she told him who she really was, then he wouldn’t help her, but if she lied, then he might help.

“Gi, what the hell kind of name is that?” He asked.

“No, my name is Jasmine Diaz,” she said smiling at him.

“Oh, Jasmine, that’s pretty, just like you,” he said, putting his hand on her cheek.

“Yeah, yeah, will you help me in potions?” asked Ginny, getting to the point.

“As long as I get something in return,” he smiled devilishly.

“Oh, and what would that be?” she questioned innocently.

“You’ll see later. What year are you in?” he questioned.

“My fifth year,” Ginny leaned in closer.

“Oh, then I guess we should get started soon, like tomorrow at seven,” he responded.

“Ok, see you then,” Ginny walked away as fast as she could. Ew…she was so close to his face. She ran to the Gryffindor Common room, and right into Harry.

“Oh, hey Gin,” he said and she felt like she was going to fall over. She had the weakest knees when Harry talked to her.

“Hi Harry,” she smiled.

“So, how’s my girl?” asked Harry as they walked through the portrait together.

“Good,” she mustered. She and Harry had been going out since the very beginning of school, and since then, she just couldn’t get him out of her mind. She thought about him when she ate, when she slept, played Quidditch, and even when she was making potions. Which was probably the real reason she was suddenly so bad at it.

“Hello?” Harry waved his hand in front of her face and she snapped back into reality.

“Sorry, have my mind on other things,” Ginny giggled as Harry planted a passionate kiss on her.

“Hey, back away from the sister,” said Ron from the stairs to the Boys’ Dorms.

“I can handle myself,” stated Ginny clearly.

“No, your being handle by scare-face here. I said no snogging,” Ron reminded them.

“Ronald, don’t you think that rule is a little extreme?” asked Hermione as she entered the common room with a stack of books in her arms.

“No I do not,” Ron crossed his arms and stuck his nose up in the air.

“You’re acting like a two-year-old,” said Hermione.

“And their acting like horning rabbits,” stated Ron matter-of-factly.

“Are not!” yelled Ginny and Harry in unison.

“Are too,” yelled Ron back.

“Are not!”

“Uh-huh”

“Not-uh”

“Uh-huh”

“Okay, that is enough. You, Ron, are and were acting like a two-year-old, and Harry and Ginny; you were acting like two horny rabbits. Is everything okay now?” Hermione asked, and everyone nodded in agreement. “Good, I'm getting sick of this constant bickering.”




Ginny sat staring into the fire that night, with Harry holding her in his arms. She thought a lot about the final battle. Tonight she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if Harry wasn’t the winner. No one ever thought about that. Everyone was always; ‘everything will be all better after the final battle.’ But what if Harry wasn’t the one who lived, what if it was Voldemort who came out on top.

“I know, I wonder what will happen too,” he said, almost reading her mind.

“Huh?” was her response.

“The final battle, I heard you and Hermione talk about it before. I want you to know, that if I die, that I will always love you,” Harry could feel Ginny start to cry in his arms.

“No, you won’t die,” Ginny re-assured him.

“Ginny, you don’t know that for sure—“

“Yes, I do,” she said. Harry didn’t want to break her confidence so he stopped the argument there.

“Ginny, you know I love you right?” Harry asked, getting into another topic he didn’t want to deal with at that point.

“Yeah,” she said slowly, knowing this must be a conversation she didn’t want to have.

“And you know I would do everything I possibly could to keep you safe?” Harry asked even quieter.

“Yes,” Ginny whispered back.

“Well, because of that, I think, it would be better if we weren’t together,” Harry got it out as fast as he could.

“What?” Ginny snapped.

“I know, it’s just,” Harry began.

“Must you always be so noble, I know I'm endanger, leave me be. I want to be endangered, if it means I get to be with you. It’s just for the better, me being with you. I love you,” she whispered the end.

“Ginny, this is for the better,” he said and he kissed the top of her head. “G’night Gin.”




“Fine,” said Hermione out of the blue at breakfast the next morning. “I'll tutor you.”

“Too late,” Ginny spat as she attempted to eat her bowl of cereal.

“What do you mean? Who’s helping you?” Hermione asked franticly.

“Malfoy,” Ginny said monotonously.

“What?” questioned a flabbergasted Hermione.

“Malfoy,” repeated Ginny in the same tone.

“I heard you, it was more of a ‘what the hell were you thinking’ what, than a ‘what did you say’ what. Why did he agree?” Hermione pondered aloud.

“I told him my name was Jasmine Diaz,” Ginny responded.

“Oh, I don’t think you should go alone. I should go with you, make sure he’s not messing around,” suggested Hermione.

“No, I really have no feelings right now, I'm sure I'll be fine. Bye,” said Ginny, leaving her bowl of cereal completely full.




Draco had set her off on a potion called ‘Time-Turner In A Bottle.’ She was still working on it when Draco put the book he was reading down.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her.

“Nothing, what do you mean?” Ginny questioned back as she continued to brew the potion.

“You aren’t as bubbly as you were yesterday,” Draco smiled.

“I am just as bubbly as I was yesterday,” said Ginny, knocking some extra things into the potion by mistake. “What did I do Draco, what’s happening?” She asked as the whole room went black and they felt a rushing sensation in their feet. Ginny felt herself land on her butt and she slowly opened her eyes.

“Mudblood?” she heard Draco yell in question. Ginny’s head snapped over and she saw Hermione, half under Harry’s invisibility clock, and half visible.

“You didn’t trust me?” Ginny yelled.

“I did, I just didn’t trust him,” Hermione nodded in Draco’s direction.

“I told you Id be fine,” Ginny yelled.

“Ginny, I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” Hermione responded, getting to her feet.

“Ginny?” asked Draco with a look of confusion on his slender face.

“Yeah, my names not Jasmine Diaz, its Ginny Weasley,” admitted Ginny.

“Oh my God,” Draco said to himself. “Ew…and I thought…oh but you’re really…and I pictured…oh my dear God. I may never be mentally sane again.” Draco yelled.

“Now that were over that, I can't see that the potion you brewed did anything to us,” said Hermione.

“OH MY GOD, I HAD A DREAM AND…OH MY GOD, WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN?” Draco yelled.

“Shut up,” said Ginny in response to his random outburst. There was a noise from the door, and then it began shaking,

“If I die, Ginny, I want you to know that I used to steal your lip balm,” Hermione said in fear.

“If I die, I want you to know that I used to make fun of you behind your back Hermione,” whispered Ginny.

“And if I die, I want you to know I had a dream where we shagged Weasley,” said Draco. But before Ginny could come back with something, the door burst open and a good-looking guy with medium length shaggy black hair came in.

“What the bloody hell is going on in here?” he asked. Draco’s eyes went back and forth from Ginny to Hermione, who were drooling in the guy’s presents.

“We were practicing potions,” said Draco.

“Oh, I was just…I heard yelling and-“

“Who is it, move over, move, move,” someone was saying from behind the black haired guy. The boy moved and three other guys looked in.

“The redheads mine,” said the one with short blond hair. Ginny looked at Hermione and saw her laughing.

“I'll fight you for her,” said the boy in the middle. He had hair just like Harry’s and sported almost the exact same features, except for his eyes. The boy had the most beautiful brown eyes.

“Oh my gosh,” Ginny heard Hermione whisper.

“What?” asked Ginny and she looked at the boys again. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered in the exact same tone. Draco looked at them both and rolled his eyes.

“I'm thankful that nothing happen when you screwed over that potion Weaslette. Excuse me,” said Draco pushing past the boys and walking off by himself.

“No, Malfoy, you don’t understand,” said Ginny after him. He just continued to walk off. Ginny began to run after him, but when she pushed past the boys, the one who resembled Harry a little, pushed her against the wall.

“Hello, I'm James Potter,” he said looking deep into her eyes.

“I'm…I'm…I'm Ginny…Ginny,” Ginny looked to Hermione for support.

“Ginny Johnson, and I'm Hermione Green,” Hermione answered smiling. “Now we need to go find our friend, this is really important.” Hermione pulled Ginny’s arm and pulled her alone as they ran down the hall where Draco had just run down. They could hear a fight.

“Don’t you know who I am?” Draco yelled at the victim.

“Thankfully, no, I don’t know who the hell you are,” said the other guy. Hermione and Ginny grabbed him and pulled him away from the scene.

“Hey, I was just about the kick that guys butt. I haven’t seen him before, and he has one of the biggest mouths ever,” said Draco as if in another world. He snapped out of it and looked at the two girls. “What?” he asked.

“We went back in time. Those guys that rescued us, they were Peter Petigrew, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and James Potter,” Hermione explained.

“Ew, you mean to tell me that I’ve touched Potter’s father. As if I don’t have enough to deal with, I mean with the fact that I dreamed about Weasley and me having a…” he trailed off.

“We need to go find Professor Dumbledore,” said Ginny.

“Was he headmaster in this period of time?” Hermione questioned her.

“I don’t know, you’re the one whose read ‘Hogwarts, A History’ four billion times,” Ginny yelled.

“Oh, that doesn’t mean I know everything,” Hermione yelled back.

“Well it should. If I know more than you, that would just be sad,” Ginny said at the top of her lungs.

“Well you don’t, so don’t be sad you blood trader,” Hermione said with just as much volume as Ginny.

“Wouldn’t be talking you…you mudblood,” Draco and Hermione looked at her with surprise, and even Ginny looked a little surprised for saying it.

“Excuse me,” said someone from behind them. They all turned around to see a girl with hair just as long, silky, and red as Ginny’s. “You two, come with me. And you, just incase, Headmaster Dumbledore wants a witness. Ginger, in front, I wanna watch you closely,” said the girl. The four began walking to the Headmaster’s office.

“By calling me Ginger, aren’t you really discriminating against your own hair color,” said Ginny. The girl turned pink and pushed Ginny’s shoulders to tell her to keep moving.

“Lily Potter,” Hermione whisper to herself.

“Excuse me?” the girl in front of her, pushing Ginny asked.

“Nothing,” said Hermione.

“Don’t you put my name with that filth’s. He’s just the slightest bit worse than this thing in front of me,” said Lily.

“I have a name,” snapped Ginny.

“Sorry, He’s just the slightest bit worse than Ginger here,” said Lily with a snicker.

“And here I was thinking that Harry got his sweetness from you, but I stand corrected,” Ginny snapped.

“Ginny,” Hermione whispered.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm just saying, Ginger isn’t the sweet side of Harry. I guess all you had to give were your damn eyes,” Ginny yelled.

“Ginny, shut up,” yelled Hermione.

“Like there’s a sweet side to Harry. He’s the biggest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Draco added in.

“Whose Harry?” asked Lily.

“Good job Ginny,” Hermione said sarcastically.

“He’s my ex,” answered Ginny.

“You guys broke up?” asked Hermione.

“You guys were going out?” asked Draco, but no one paid any attention to him.

“Yeah, he has to be all noble and crap. Says I'm only safe this way. Guess that’s better than him having Ginger’s attitude,” said Ginny trusting her head at Lily.

“Watch your temper Ginny,” said Hermione. “You wouldn’t want Harry talking like that to your mum.”

“Yeah, well, good thing I don’t have to deal with that later on,” said Ginny.

“I had a sex dream about Potter’s ex girl-friend,” Draco cried to himself.

“We’re here,” said Lily. “You first Ginger,” she said, pushing Ginny into the staircase first, followed by Hermione and then Draco. Once they reached the top, Dumbledore turned in his seat and smiled widely.

“Miss Evans, yet another problem?” he asked, still smiling.

“Yes sir, I found the two girls fighting. The little red head said the ‘m’ word,” whispered Lily.

“Guess she’s where Potter gets his pussy-ness from,” commented Draco. At that moment Dumbledore smile suddenly faded.

“Mr. Malfoy, no! I would think the three of you wouldn’t have done anything irrational before you got here,” Dumbledore said, regaining his smile once he finished.

“I think there’s something wrong with them,” whispered Lily. “They keep talking about someone named Harry.” Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

“Off with you then, I will have to have a serious talk with these trouble makers,” laughed Dumbledore.

“But sir, you normally let me watch when you punish the people I bring you,” whined Lily.

“Go on now, Miss Evans,” said Dumbledore.

“You heard him Ginger,” Ginny said loud enough for everyone but Dumbledore to hear. Lily left and Dumbledore smiled even bigger.

“Is he high?” Draco whispered to Ginny.

“I'm so happy to see you all. I was wondering what day it would happen on. Now I was all prepared, let me just find the file and…” he trailed off looking around the room. Ginny caught Hermione’s eyes and pointed to Dumbledore’s desk, where there was nothing but a large file that said ‘For when Ginevra Molly Weasley, Hermione Jane Granger, and the Malfoy boy come back in time.’

“Um…Professor?” asked Hermione.

“Yes, Miss Granger?” he said as he continued to look around.

“Its on your desk you daft old bat,” said Draco.

“What was that?” Dumbledore asked, standing up.

“Oh, I think it’s on your desk sir,” he said sounding nonchalant.

“Ah yes, I guess you’re right, thank you Malfoy boy,” said Dumbledore. “OK, here are your schedules, your extra information, and your nude pictures- I mean, um…your extra information, that’s all you need. You guys can stay in the extra head’s dorms. Oh, Miss Weasley, to make everything easier, I put you in the sixth year. If you do well, I will leave a note for my present self, for when you go back. I guess that’s all. You may leave now,” he smiled and handed them the file. They began to leave when Ginny turned around.

“What day is it Professor?” asked Ginny.

“Sunday afternoon,” he smiled. The three of them headed to their new bedrooms and sat down on the couch. They began going through the file. They found out that they were all in Gryffindor, and all had the same schedule.

After an hour, Ginny awoke and looked around. She saw Hermione asleep with her head in Draco’s lap. She prayed that he didn’t know about it, and they wouldn’t become a couple. Ginny began to get restless and took one of the keys to their dorm and put it in her pocket. She left the dorm, and began to wander around. Dumbledore had given her the password to Gryffindor tower, so she decided to go up there and check it out.

She walked towards the common room, and muttered the password. As soon as she walked in she felt herself being grabbed by someone.

“Hey babe,” said James Potter.

“Hey James,” Ginny said.

“I guess you know her. I hope you know I for one hate her,” said Lily from the back table with books surrounding her.

“Really, hmm…I think I have a way that you two can work this little problem out…” pondered James.

“How?” said the Gingers in unison.

“How about you two…now listen here, it’s a good idea. You two mud wrestle it out…wait wait wait, here’s the good park…you do it topless!” he yelled.

“Sounds good to me,” said Sirius from the side.

“Your such a pig Potter!” yelled Lily and she headed up to her dorm room.

“I was joking,” whispered James.

“Good luck next time Prongs,” said Sirius.

“Right,” said James sadly and he sat down on the couch next to Ginny. Sirius waved and left.

“You’ll end up with her one day. I know it,” said Ginny, trying to cheer him up. “Though I don’t know why you’d want her,” added Ginny. James looked to her and she corrected herself, “She’s really nice and seems so smart.”

“Why do you think we’ll end up together?” asked James.

“Because I can just tell,” reassured Ginny.

“Really, I hope so…for some reason, I just can't act like my self around her, I always act like such a jerk.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get together, maybe even get married and have a son. Maybe you’ll even name him Harry,” said Ginny, rubbing James’ back.

“I hate the name Harry, it reminds me of the adjective hairy,” said James.

“Um…than I guess Lily likes it,” said Ginny.

“If I had my way, our child would be named after me,” he boasted.

“Right well you could make his middle name James,” suggested Ginny.

“Sounds good to me,” he smiled. “But what am I thinking, we’re not even dating let alone married, and she doesn’t even like me,” James said and he got up and began heading up to his dorm. “See you tomorrow, you wanna have lunch out side with me?”

“Sure, sounds good, see you at say…12 under the big apple tree,” said Ginny.

“OK,” James continued to go up the stairs and reached his dorm where he laid down on his bed to go to sleep.

Meanwhile With Draco and Hermione


Draco awoke and found that Hermione’s head was in his lap. He slowly pushed her head out of his lap, as he tried to hold back a gag. He looked around the room and noticed Jasmine, sorry, Ginny was gone. With the mudblood asleep and the Weasel away, Draco decided to look through the file again. He still could not believe that he was forced to be a Gryffindor. He decided to go to the library and scoop out hot girls. But when he got there, there were only nerdy girls and some guys.

“Guess hot girls haven’t discovered how to study yet,” mumbled Draco to himself.

“Excuse me,” said someone from behind him. Draco didn’t even bother to turn around.

“Nothing,” he spat and continued to watch one girl who was over by the window.

“I'm Lily Evans,” said the girl.

“I'm busy,” replied Draco.

“Fine then,” she said and she began to stomp off when Draco turned around and saw the spitting image of his dream girl; Jasmine Diaz.

“Wait girl who annoyed me before I found out how hot you were,” Draco called after her.

“Oh, now you like me, just because you think I'm pretty?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yeah,” Draco said lazily.

“Oh, ok, just making sure I had my facts strait,” she said smiling and the two sat down at a near table and had a conversation, little did they know, someone was watching them.






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