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Sunday, June 23, 2002 07:39 p.m. np: Kylie Minogue Can't Get You Out of My Head- Blue Monday Mix And just for kicks, a possible humour oneshot. D/G. Ginny dragged her feet as Draco strode before her. He stopped suddenly, turning around and glaring at her. “You said that you didn’t mind going down to Hogsmeade this weekend,” Draco said, his arms crossed against his chest. “You never mentioned anything about clothes shopping. I hate shopping. It’s such a load of bother! Searching for marked down things. Trying them on. Modeling for Mum. Turning in front of the bloody mirror until you’re ready to fall flat on your face. Although, I suppose if I were a rich stick like you, I would adore shopping,” Ginny said, still dragging her way towards Draco, making faces throughout her rant. “Weasley, it pains me to learn of your reluctance to disrobe, but I promise, clothes shopping can be quite a pleasant experience,” Draco drawled and turned around, stalking off. Ginny narrowed her eyes. Take her shopping, would he? If he wanted pleasant, he would get pleasant. Heh. So off for the night. Burritos and sleepover. Whee~! Sunday, June 23, 2002 02:53 p.m. np: Trigun Philosophy in a Tea Cup I have written fic. A page or two of Conceit. It's still rough, but I think I will keep it, albeit after I change it and tweak it some. Which is a start. Right? (Versus wanting to chuck it out the window. Which is hard to do to a computer file. But still. XD) A cheery, tuneless whistle echoed through the hallway. Draco frowned. Why was he whistling? Whistling was the sort of thing house elves did while they scrubbed pots. He was no house elf. He was Draco Malfoy, starting off on his grand scheme to enact revenge on Harry Potter and all his pathetic friends. He clamped his lips shut and pointedly ignored the gaggle of giggling girls as he headed towards the library. His plan to seduce Ginny Weasley was coming along quite nicely. He was sure of it. He didn’t quite trust her, of course. She was too wild. And a fifteen-year-old girl in love. He snorted. More likely misguided lust mixed with hero worship. There was no accounting for taste sometimes. But Draco supposed he worked with what he had. Ginny still avoided him, but one of the school owls delivered a note right before he had stepped out of the Great Hall. ~Yes. Lunch today. Same place.~ Draco patted the pocket carrying the note. He would burn it later. He was allowed to gloat a little. Trying hard not to whistle, Draco entered the library, wandering casually to the arithmancy section. He smirked, running a hand through his hair before stepping through the wall. Far too easy. He almost didn’t have license to gloat. Not that he ever needed a reason to feel superior. Ginny sat at the desk, a pile of potions treatises sitting on the floor next to her. Her robe hung neatly on a hook on the side. “Hello, Weasley.” Ginny turned around and Draco raised an eyebrow. It seemed that Weasley did indeed own a hairbrush. Her hair fell in neat waves around her shoulders, held back from her face with a gold ribbon. Draco smirked. A veritable Gryffindor mascot. Pity about the freckles, but Weasley couldn’t afford the expensive spell creams she needed to get rid of them. He supposed they added a piquant charm. If you liked that sort of thing. Her uniform was actually decent and wrinkle free for once, the sleeves rolled up to keep the cuffs from staining. Ginny wrinkled her nose. “Stop staring at me, Malfoy. We haven’t much time, and I’d rather not waste it.” Draco shrugged and placed his robe on the hook. “Staring is a waste of time. Your flaws just become more readily apparent” Ginny glared at him, turning bright red. She opened her mouth wide, her eyes burning bright. Draco smiled back, showing all his teeth. Ginny snapped her jaw shut with an audible click of her teeth and turned to her scroll. “I don’t need your help with the scroll. Most of the answers appear to be in the potions textbook. You can leave now.” “Oh, but Weasley, we aren’t meeting just to do your Potions scroll. We have to plot, remember? Unless, of course, you’ve called me to tell me no. That would be a first,” Draco said while walking over to her chair, shrugging casually. “When you say it like that, Malfoy, it’s so tempting,” Ginny said while scribbling furiously on the parchment, avoiding his gaze. “She hesitates. Can’t resist my charm, eh Weasley?” Draco smiled as he stretched his legs out, admiring the way his trousers hung just so. He admitted that he could be an inch or two taller, but perfect proportions were far more important than being a hulking brute. “Well, it’s certainly not your honeyed words that draw me in, Malfoy,” Ginny snapped back, keeping her face trained on the scroll. “As fun as it is to spar with you, Weasley, you still haven’t answered my question. Yes or no? And do hurry, for as you said, we haven’t much time.” The only sound in the cupboard was the scratching of Ginny’s quill against the parchment. Draco lounged against the wall, pretending to take a nap while she played her silly games. He cracked open an eyelid when he realised that Ginny had stopped writing and found her staring at him with her head tilted. “You are right, Malfoy. Your flaws are most apparent,” Ginny said with a dimpled smile. Draco resisted the urge to throttle her and chuckled instead. How could one dimple be so bloody adorable? “Fine, fine, a point for Weasley. But only if you say yes.” Ginny rolled her eyes and made a face. “I still think I’m crazy, but yes.” “And I’m not crazy?” “Of course you are, but that goes without saying. You are a Malfoy.” “Weasley, Weasley, allies should play nice,” Draco said, waving his finger in front of her nose. Ginny gasped and jumped out of her seat. “You were mean first,” she squealed, waving her finger in front of his nose. Draco ignored her, because it was quite obvious that he was mean first, and sat in her seat. He lifted the scroll up and began scanning the contents. And now I think I will go outside and tan. XD By popular demand Monday, June 3, 2002 10:02 p.m. http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=724250 What happens when I go sl0ring for fic on ff.net Friday, May 31, 2002 12:02 p.m. Ahem. I couldnae make this shaite up even if I wanted to. XD Britney Spears comes to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione fall in love. Love triangle between Harry, Ginny, and Draco. Voldie sings! Plus lots more. o_o There are people out there with far more gumption then I will ever, ever, EVER have. Thursday, May 30, 2002 01:46 p.m. A phenomenon that some fanfic writers may notice is the pressure from one's audience to write faster. You see such remarks in your ff.net comments, in guestbooks, in comments, in emails, etc. Sometimes, YOU even start writing fanfic because you are so impatient with the waiting or conversely, you want to bribe the laggard writer with what could be. (I don't think either of those were the reasons I started writing fanfic myself. I think I just got a really good idea. Or sometimes, I convince myself that I have a good idea, which is nearly the same thing when it comes to me. XD) Some people have said that the pressure makes them feel guilty/embarassed/ashamed. Which is the point with pressure. The guilt becomes so great that one is compelled to write. However, I don't think I've noticed such pressure. Well, I mean it's there. I definitely do not have a cult following. I've either started too late within a fandom to acheive fame, cos cult status is sadly a question of timing more than a question of writing ability XD, or I've not bothered pimping out my writing enough. You know, not going to the "right" (read high traffic or popular) archives or what not. So no cult following. But someone is reading my fic. (And that was not a pathetic plea for a cult, but I do appreciate fanart. ^_^) And it's fine when friends and accquaintances make comments about my writing to me. They are likely to know how my life goes, the rhythm of finals, exams, projects, friends and families. But why is it that the comments of strangers have such an effect on us? My point then is I really don't care what complete strangers think of me. I'm quite happy when they enjoy my fic, and I'm even happier when they offer good critique/critical opinions of my fic, but it matters little to me that they're waiting to read my fic. A bit callous of me, yes, but I'm a callous sort of gal. Seriously tho. Think about the situation. The complainants get to sit there passively, waiting or, when the lastest fic or chapter comes out, reading the fic. It takes them little effort to type out a one line message like "WRITE FIC NOW, OR ELSE!!!". They're using me. And I'm supposed to empathise? I said I was crazy, not stupid. XD Perhaps the beta reader has a right to complain, because too long between the chapters and the memory of the plot and themes grows stale. Or maybe if the writer had an ML of people drawing fanart for the fic or dissecting the dialogue and the influences in the fic, the writer ought to feel more guilty. But even if the writer did have all that jazz, I still contend that makes no difference. Because they could dissect other authors, other books, draw pictures for something else. It's not that the readers don't have a right to complain. A year is a long time to wait for 3000 words. Eriol: She has to concede this, you see. Otherwise, pot kettle. Jae: Oh shut up. Did anyone ask you for your opinion? Eriol: I have taken it upon myself to be the voice of truth around here. Jae: So kind of you, Hiiragizawa. Eriol: I know. *^_^* Jae: XD And of course you can make comments and inquire when fics disappear or something. Hell, I've pestered a few number of authors in my own time. Remember tho, consideration is our friend. Excessive stalking does nothing but harass the authors and amuse the thick-skinned types like me. Would you also believe that I'm peverse enough to want to NOT write when deluged with such requests? Eriol: Yes. XD Jae: XD So I guess the lesson is to be considerate to the writer. Or conversely, get interested in other writers/books/hobbies. Or you could offer constructive criticism/aid that might help the writer continue the fic. Just don't be passive and except stuff to stumble into your lap. And writers, remember, they're just background noise. (I also think that writing is hard work and requires discipline. It can be fun, but to be good? Hard work is a must.) Tuesday, May 21, 2002 06:37 p.m. I have lied. I have not had time to write anything. I have some ideas that are bound to be funny, but work has begun, and I have a wedding to attend this weekend, that will eat up my WHOLE weekend, and I will come across something else in the meantime to do. So if I'm slow in posting something, you will know why. But if it's any consolation, I have a v. long subway commute now, so all the more opportunity to scribble. Given the book binge I'm on, my subway scribbles may be a while coming. XD Update! Friday, May 17, 2002 12:28 a.m. So finals have ended. I am in the middle of doing a gazillion things. Will not be sane til Sunday. SoOoOoo, expect a snippet on Mondayish. And I have installed comments. I guess for fic it makes sense to have, eh? I was considering posting a rant about slash, but it was too much effort. And then I would have to think really hard about gender and sexuality, and it reeked too much of school. Ah well. Til I post again~! XD~