Um... well, it has a heap of original characters. =]
The sad thing is, I only finish my FF's... I haven't managed to finish ANY of the non-HP fiction I've written. But I will... some day, I will. =DD
*notes down recipe for... 'future' reference*

That is not enough detail to feed Dee with! She's gonna starve with curiosity!

!!
I WANNA READ MAXERS'S NON-HP FICCCCCCCCCSSSSS!!! D= D= D=
Gimme, gimme, gimme!!!
I swear, if you ever publish a book I'm gonna be THE VERY FIRST ONE to buy it!

YESSSSSS!

New chapter coming up!

Chapter #8
Leonti
“The full value of life can only be experienced when separateness and unity are simultaneously experienced.”

Ginny Weasley awoke with feeble sunlight in her eyes, the kind that is filtered, first by autumn clouds, and second by a canopy of trees. Her limbs were stiff from cold, but she felt warmer than she had when she had fallen asleep.

She sat up - felt something slip, off her shoulders, to the ground - picked it up –- and realized, with a sudden tightening of her intestines, that it was Draco’s robe.

A sudden pang of fear tore through her heart. Draco’s robe – why was she wrapped in his robe? Had something happened to him, had a werewolf carried him off? God, the time-turner, where was the time-turner? Frantically and on all fours, she began to search for the stone thing, rubbing dirt off the ground in case a shower of night-dust had buried it somewhere.

“You look highly amusing, Weasley, but I don’t think I can take this much longer without being sick.”

Cheeks flushing with embarrassment, Ginny looked up, only to see Malfoy standing at the edge of the clearing. Unlike last night, he looked his usual, immaculately clean self again, though his hair was tousled and clearly wet. “There’s a water-course up north, if you want to take a bath, Weasley,” he said coldly. “Deeper in the forest, so keep your wand at the ready.”

“What’s your robe doing here?” she demanded, ignoring his remark and suddenly suspicious. Malfoy rolled his eyes in response. “I didn’t grab you for an illicit midnight snog, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said, sounding amused by the prospect. “I don’t touch blood-traitors, Weasley.”

Ginny glared at him, quite aware that, for every boy who did not want her, there were four who did. “That’s not what I asked,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “What’s your robe doing here, Malfoy? What have you been up to, this time? If you don’t tell me, I’m going to –”

“Cry your eyes out?” Malfoy suggested, still amused. “You were freezing, Weasley, so I gave you my robe. Now get out of my face, you look worse-off than the bush Granger carries on her head.”

To say the least, Ginny had not been expecting that for an answer. She blinked her surprise, swore at him to cover it and, without another word, trudged out of the clearing. Deeper in the forest, she found the place where a shallow river ran. She was emerging from it half an hour later, wet-haired and pleasantly refreshed, when she suddenly realized what stood in her way:

A lion.

She had seen fiercer cats in pictures, heard their roars claw out at visitors from the portrait that hung in Charlie’s bedroom. But a picture is a picture and a voice is a voice, and seeing a full-grown, hungry lion can beget fear in the bravest of people. Now, Ginny was no chocolate-and-candy teenager: she was a Gryffindor in the truest sense of the word. So for a moment, she stood there, her mind numb, her heart racing – stood there watching the lion, whose eyes were clearly fixed on her, whose eyes held a strange, gnawing sort of hunger, as if it had not seen potential-human-food for days on end – but, next moment, she had whipped out her wand and pointed it at the lion’s heart.

The movement was all it took: the lion sprang, vicious and, surprised by the startling movement, Ginny fell back. She gave a scream as her foot slipped over a rock at the bank of the river, her ankle scraped against stone as she hurtled into the water, there was the sound of running footsteps, an “Avada Kedavra” that sounded far, far off, and then stars swam in front of her eyes.

All was terrifyingly black.


Ginny sat up, waking up from a very bad dream in which a lion had nearly had her sweet-smelling hair for breakfast. She reached a hand and gingerly touched her flame-coloured locks, then breathed a sigh of relief. Seconds later, she gave a scream and jumped a few inches in the air: she was sitting, not far off from the river and, at the far end of her range of sight lay the body of a dead lion.

She turned her face away, feeling sick.

“Sorry about having to kill your little pet,” Malfoy’s familiar drawl interrupted her thoughts. She looked up, and realized he was sitting, a little distance away from her. “I mean, he was an adorable Lion King Man and all, but he seemed pretty hungry.”

“You were watching,” she said, her tones accusatory.

“Of course I was,” he said, his eyes glinting malevolently. “I was right behind the trees because I wanted to see you naked.”

Angry colour flushed in her cheeks. “Malfoy, you –”

“Life-saver?” he suggested, looking amused. “Mr. Perfect? You-Know-What God?” He shook his head, smirked, and stood up. “I wasn’t watching Weasley – because to do that, I would need to believe you actually have something to offer me but, surprise surprise, I don’t. You definitely managed quite a scream, though. I thought it was better to... check.” He smirked again, and stretched his legs as he sat down once more.

Ginny was not sure what to say to that, so she stared at the ground for a second. “Thanks,” she said, after a while.

He raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

It took her an enormous effort to say what she said next, but Ginny had been brought up in a family where courtesies were always thanked for. “For saving my life, you prat.” The last two words she added, of course, for effect.

If Ginny had thought he would be surprised, she could not have been wronger. “I don’t believe in verbal thanks, Weasley,” he replied coolly. “Whether one is up to it or not, a favour for a favour; in exchange of one thing, another – it’s a Malfoy custom.”

She raised an eyebrow. That his family would uphold a stupid custom like that, she had no doubt. “Hey, Malfoy, I think I’ll tell you the world’s biggest truth in exchange for that awesome favour you did me,” she told him generously. “And you know what that is? You’re a big-headed toerag, Malfoy, that’s what it is.”

“I want food, Weasley,” he smirked in response. “I saved your life, and I want you to get me some food.”

Nose in air, Ginny looked away without replying. Now that he mentioned it, she was terribly hungry, too. Last she had eaten had been breakfast at the Burrow, and that had been a good fifteen hours ago. Her stomach gave a low rumble, and she sincerely wished he had not heard it.

“Hungry much, Weaselhead?”

She raised herself to her full height to give a scathing response – probably something along the lines of “you’re the one begging me for food, Malfoy” – when she suddenly remembered something. Clapping her hands in delight, Ginny stowed one of them inside the back pocket of her jeans. The sweets! She had stuffed a lot of sweets in there, yesterday. Sure enough, her hand came out full of glittering wrappers.

“Wise move, blood-traitor.”

“I don’t plan on sharing,” she said with a smile, popping a sweet into her mouth. She reached for another – and Malfoy had dived at her and grabbed the sweets out of her hands. “Give those back!” Ginny said angrily, kicking a stump in her anger, but the only thing Malfoy gave her was a glare.

“I didn’t know you were this stupid, Weasley,” he said scathingly. When she raised an eyebrow, he held up the hand in which he now carried her sweets. “This is all the food we have – and you’re wasting it.” With a shake of his head, he took out his wand and pointed it at a tiny, chocolate dragon (unlike the usual chocolate frog, this was not alive.) There was a flash of light, and the chocolate had grown in size. In fact, it continued to grow until it could have fitted four or five good-sized plates.

“Enlargement charm,” he said, smirking at the look of incredulity on her face. “Didn’t think of it, did you, pea-brain?”

“I’m not a pea-brain!” Ginny flared. She could be excellent with a wand – was, in fact, one of Hogwarts’s best dueling artistes – but, much as she hated to admit it, it was hexes and jinxes that were her strength, not simple charms. “And give my sweets back, or I’ll kick your face.”

“Don’t be angry if I kick yours back in response,” he drawled and, enjoying the look of shock on her face – living with six older brothers had toughened Ginny Weasley up, but she had never, until now, met a boy who had found it so easy to tell a girl he would kick her face if she kicked his; Malfoy really was a git, he really didn’t have any manners – he sat down and, using his wand to divide the chocolate dragon into half and conjure a spoon, he began to wolf down mouthfuls of chocolate.

Giving him a final, angry glare, Ginny sat down to bite into her share of chocolate. If I have to put up with him any more, she thought to herself. I'm going to run off with that stray donkey we saw earlier.

Malfoy returned her glare with a smirk, but at the back of his mind was anxiety, anxiety and the fragments of a plan to get out of here -- out of here and as far from Ginny Weasley as possible.

Aww. Well, it has a lot of romance, plus some duel'age... =[
LOL! Thank you. But my real forte is poetry... If I ever published something, it would probably be a volume of poetry. <3
Iwubyou. =DD

Draco has the BEST lines, I swear!

LMFAOOO!!! HAHAH!


She's so in love.

Pea-brain!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! OMG I can't take it anymore, Draco is TOO hilarious and mean and evil!! God, I love that boy!!! <3

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
: (from inside Dee's box) "Hey hey hey!! That's me, THAT'S ME!! "

MY GOODNESS I LOVE THIS FIC.

Draco: That's because I'm so... smexy.
I added that line right now, you know. Look at us, we've totally made this Stray Donkey one of the recurring characters.
Thank youuuuuu!

*splashes some water at you*

Ahh!!!!
I love it Maxieooo!!!!!
She will like him soon, she will!!!!!
Although she can't like him too much, cause he belongs with mwa in my 2nd life? xDD
Draco is hilarious!!!!!!
I couldn't stop laughing!
<3333
PAMS!!
Jess(:

Maxieooo? Oooh, I have a new nickname! =DD



Don't tell Ginny, that. It's going to make her ANGRY. xDD

oooh yay! I know that Ginny would like him like really sooner. lolol.

*shnuggles*

Great great post Maxterz!

Thanks a bunch, luff. =]

That was amazing...I was waiting for her to hit him that whole time. 'm kinda glad she didn't though! I wonder if anyone else has noticed they are missing..

OH Maxie you've done it again.

Lions eh? [hums "Lions and Tigers and Bears Oh My!"] Ginny better be more careful next time or Draco who seems to be Mister Schmexy'll have to save her pretty little red head again

course she thought that stray donkeys were scary so

Anywhoo, really loved it. Can't wait for another chapter

wonderful post Maxie....waiting for more

and Maxie are you using this stray donkey thing to crack us up everytime?lol

Good God Maxie you are actually thinking on my lines of the shipper which i told you about the Donk/Ginny shipper...lol...
and DeeLee i would surely want to be a member of the Donk Fan Club if you are starting it...you can add me up there in your club...lol...lol...

New Chappie!!!

Draco, you naughty boy!
-Closes on him in tight leather clothes, holding a whip.-
You were a very bad and naughty boy today, didcha?



Oh, well...
The damage is still done

Stray Donkey!!!! <333333333333333
:roftl:

Draco will be soooooo jelous if Ginny will run off with Mr. Donkey

Yoo know, we should make an FC request for a stray donkey FC thread ^___^

oh wow!! This is a hilarious story!!! I think I'm in love!!

YES! The second victim to my siggy!

Post more ASAP, Maxersssss!

Thanks a bunch, luff. =]

She won't like that, nope. =P
She thinks the Stray Donkey is cute. [Yeah, this is the part where Draco gets jealous and falls madly in love with her.] xDD
Thanks, luff. Glad to know you liked it!
Stray Donkey is a recurring character, now. He's FANON! xDD

LOL! Draco's not scared of the whip, methinks.
OMG, we totally should! Great idea, hun!
Welcome to the Stray Donkey Fan Club CK, hunnyyyy! Glad to know you liked the story. ^___________^
*sticks 'Best Siggie' taggie to your signature*

YAY!
Hehehhe. I heart Maxie.



























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... Soooo... when's the update comin'?

...Donkey wanted to know!
: "Did I just hear my name?"

I heart you MORE! <3
Sometime later today, most probably. =]



Donkey, who? xP

Brill-iant!

Thanks a bunch, luff! <3




I can't believe SS died'ed, yesterday.
Me was sad about that. =[

^ I know!!!
I cried!
Although some how, while it wasn't working it still let me post on MaxieluffYAY's stories.
Hmm.....
Oh and yes I just had to give my Maxieoooo a new nickname!
So when's Maxerzz gonna post?!?
Jess(:

Eep! *shnuggles you* Me no like that!
-blinkiewinkie-

Really? It wouldn't let me post on my own stories, though.
Wouldn't let me post anywhere, actually. =[
I wub my new nickname, THANKYOUSHOMUCH for it!

Update soonish. Like... real soonish.

-clingsonfordearlife-



Wowza!

No problemo.
OoOoOoHhHhHh!!!!
I can't wait!!!!
Jess(: