Toast
Ginny inhaled deeply, taking in all the scents of eggs, toast, jam, bacon, and porridge. She twisted her fiery locks back into a loose ponytail. It sure is good to be back at school. Ginny thought finding a spare seat at the Gryffindor table. She happily plopped down, spreading her black cloak out from under her. It neatly fanned out over her chair. As Ginny grabbed for a piece of toast she heard her brother's huff. A trademark it was, no one could sound so exasperated, tired, angry, frustrated, and upbeat all at once as his did. Her chocolate eyes wandered to the Great Hall's door as she reached across the table for the strawberry jam. She neatly spread the jam over her toast as she finally picked out her brother from the mass of seventh years entering the great hall. Ginny slightly blushed as she saw Harry approach her. He quietly sat down next to her, and was soon joined by Hermione. Ron seemed to be absent.
Harry fell into a quiet conversation with Hermione once he had sat down. Ginny strained her ears to grab the slightest bit of conversation, but failed miserably. She rolled her eyes, the way those three can get so cliquey, it is disgusting! She inwardly grunted, taking a bite of her breakfast. Hermione sharply turned to Ginny.
"Ron didn't mention doing anything stupid to Malfoy lately, did he?" she asked, her bushy hair bobbing up and down as she cocked her head to the side.
"Erm- not that I can recall. Anyway, you two are with him more than I," she muttered, looking from one to the other curiously.
"Well, he was in a pretty bad mood this morning because of something Malfoy said on the train yesterday," Harry replied biting his bottom lip. Ginny melted with affection. He looks so adorable when he does that. Ginny thought resting her head on her propped up hand. She covered the action by putting a pensive look on her face.
"Hmm, I haven't seen him either. What did Malfoy say this time anyway?" she finally let out.
"Oh the usual poor stupid Muggle-loving Weasley, you know," Hermione replied knowing full well that Ginny might not be able to carry on a full conversation with Harry. She offered Ginny a supporting smile but her head snapped the other way when Harry's eyes, directed at the door, grew wide. Ginny looked over also placing her toast down on her plate.
Ron burst the doors open, earning a few disapproving looks from the teachers, and stomped over to the Gryffindor table. His blue eyes blazed as he reached over the table for some eggs. He piled food onto his plate, picked up his fork forcefully, and began stabbing the eggs.
"Well they certainly didn't do anything to you!" Ginny pointed out, putting her hand on top of Ron's, trying to get him to calm down.
"Well, when they remind you of Slytherin slime, they bloody sure did!" He snapped icy blue eyes boring into Ginny. She quickly removed her hand from him, and looked down at her toast.
"Honestly Weasley, snapping at your own sister all because of me? I'm flattered!" a cold drawling voice came from behind Ginny. She looked up, only to find the cold face of Draco Malfoy staring down at her. She returned her shy gaze to her toast, picked it up, and began munching. Ron on the other hand, was fuming.
"You did nothing, you bouncing ferret!" Ron snapped, remaining seated. Draco comically stumbled back, landing in Crabbe and Goyle's grasps. Ron stood up, forcing his seat flying backwards.
"Awe does ickle Ronniekins have a widdle problem with me?" Draco leered, a blonde curl flying in front of his face. Ginny peered up at him, a few toast crumbs clutching to her lips. Boy has he changed. She mentally pointed out. Indeed he had changed. Draco no longer wore his hair slicked back; he just let it go, puffy and curly. Then again that's what happens when the years fly by. Ginny found herself smiling up at him, thinking of his looks. Once she realized what she was doing, her head snapped back down to her toast. She stayed out of quarrels the best she could, usually.
Ron jumped forward, but was restrained by Harry and Hermione who were clutching him as tight as they could so he wouldn't make minced meat out of Draco.
"Can't come up with a good retort these Muggle-loving Weasels can they?" Draco asked Crabbe and Goyle. They laughed appreciatively. Ginny deeply inhaled. She was not going to let him completely ruin her brother's day.
Tired of their constant bickering, Ginny slammed down her toast. Ron glanced back at her wonderingly, but turned back to Draco when he threw another snide remark at him. Ginny stood up, removed her hair from its ponytail, and glided over to Draco. His back was currently turned away from her, since he was too busy teasing Ron. She gently tapped him on the shoulder. He slowly turned around to face her.
"Oh my God, it's the attack of the friggin Weasels! What do you want?" he grumbled, annoyed that he was being distracted. Crabbe and Goyle grunted amused at his response. Well they're well trained. Ginny mumbled to herself, looking down at her black scuffed shoes.
"Leave Ron alone, you're no better than us,'' she stuttered, trying to force the right words out. Please don't let him get me mad... please. Ginny chanted in her head.
Draco seemed to have been taken aback. "Excuse me?" he sputtered out unbelievingly, spinning fully around to face her. Ron made a few attempts to get Draco to notice him instead of Ginny, but alas Draco was focused on Ginny. Ginny looked at Hermoine, and she gave Ginny her famous uplifting smile. Ginny sucked in a deep breath, tore her eyes from her shoes, and mustered up the courage to look in Draco's eyes. A cold shiver ran down her spine as his cold gray eyes met her warm chocolate orbs. She forced herself to remain looking him in the eye.
"I said... you are no better than us," Ginny spat frustrated with him already. He raised a single eyebrow, sending it into the depths of his hidden forehead.
"Explain to me why you think you can even speak in my presence little girl. You are scum; you have no name as far as I care. You were only put here to worship the sniveling Potter. Do not tell me that your pathetic, poor, Muggle-loving family is better than mine. I alone am ten times better!" he lashed out with scorn, making Ginny shudder. Ron was being held back by Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Seamus; and to think they were barely holding him back.
"Excuse me? Who died and made you God around here? I don't believe anyone did, so why don't you get one of your little cronies to remove your head from your fat arse, although it's stuck up so far, I doubt anyone could get it out now. And when you do, I'll gladly tell you every pathetic reason that I alone am better than a God forsaken Death Eater! Besides I'm not little, I'm sixteen!" Ginny fumed, her fists clutched tightly in balls, hanging about her hips. The sun was hitting her hair, making it flame just as her attitude had been moments ago. Ginny slowly took in a breath, getting her heart to slow down, suppressing her anger. Draco stumbled back, amazed by her temper, but remained composed.
"Did that pathetic excuse for a wizard, Potter, really brainwash you all that bad, or is he just that good in bed?" Draco asked, eyes lighting up. He watched as a bright blush spread across her face. She unconsciously straightened her skirt as she could only imagine what her face could look like at that moment.
"Honestly, I wouldn't know, but I'm sure he's a hell of a lot better than you are!" Ginny hissed, turning on her heel. She wasn't about to take anymore of his crap. She listened to her fellow Gryffindor's cloud of laughter, but rushed out of the great hall afraid she would cry if she kept it up with him.
"He sure knows how to make a girl feel special," Ginny sniffled as she flung the great hall's doors open. She stepped out into the hallway, but could go no further so she slumped down against the wall.
"No one will come for me, they'll be too busy with Ron!" she sobbed to herself, bringing her knees up to her chest and burying her head inside. Her body shook violently with every ragged breath she drew in. Tears leaked out of her eyes no matter how hard she tried to suppress them, Draco's harsh words echoing in her head.
"No one ever cares about me. I'm always second choice, no not even, seventh!" she sobbed into her knees.
"Bill and Percy were head boy, Charlie was Quiddich captain, Fred and George were class clowns, Ron has two loving friends... what do I have to be proud of?" she asked herself, plunging into self-pity. Ginny sat in that same corner, just crying. Letting all her anger and fear out in droplets of water.
"There must be something wrong with me if all these people find so much fault in all my actions," she shuddered. A single tear fell down her cheek, tracing a path to her lips. She licked it away softly, and sat up. Before she could do anything, the Great Hall doors swung open large enough to admit one person.
Draco Malfoy appeared, closing the door sharply behind him. He turned around to walk away, but swiveled around when he heard Ginny's gasp of surprise. She jerked herself to a standing position, wiped the tear streaks from her cheeks, and turned to leave. She felt his fingers wrapping around her wrist, keeping her from leaving. She yelped in protest and pain, but he did not soften his grip.
"Weasley," He drawled, a smirk spreading across his lips. Ginny snapped around to face him, her eyes still watery. He loosened his grip suddenly, seeing the look in her eyes, but proceeded to go on about his business.
"Haven't you done enough for my family and I? You've succeeded in making our lives miserable, there, I said it. I ADMIT IT! You achieved your goal, so can't you just leave us, especially me, alone? You are seventeen years old now, haven't you grown out of this by now?" she asked, a single tear slithering down her face.
"Do I scare you Virginia?" He asked, voice soft, emotionless. She took a retreating step back towards the wall, limiting the area separating her from it. He knows my name? she wondered.
"What kind of question is that?" She asked him, purposely avoiding his question, not knowing if she was able to truthfully answer it. He took a step close her, reducing the space between his body and hers.
"Do I scare you?" he repeated, warm breath brushing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed, taking in the situation, trying to step back, but found she couldn't. Unbelieving she reached behind her, her hand met with the cold stone. She looked down at her shoes and then back up at him, contemplating her answer. All she offered was one word.
"No," she said lamely, looking into his eyes. They were swirling with mischief, and danger. She immediately regretted her answer. Ginny tore her eyes away, anything would be better than looking into his dangerous eyes. Her eyes fell on his lips. They were so full and soft. So sweet, and kissable. Ginny let out a sigh, leaning against the wall. A warm sensation lighted in Ginny as he leaned towards her. She could feel his hand gently brush past hers, sending a jolt up her spine. His body pressed close to her, and Ginny felt his erotic heat slam against her body as if he was someone completely different. Draco leaned close to Ginny; his lips gently brushed her ear.
"Good," He muttered. He withdrew his face from hers; his warmth gradually escaped her. She gave a sigh of protest, and that's when it happened. He placed his soft lips tenderly on hers, and kissed her fully. Sweet tender pain surged through Ginny's body. Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into him, kissing him back. He teased her lips with his tongue until she parted them slightly. She parted her lips, letting his tongue slither into her mouth. She tasted the sweetness of his breath, soft and juicy, just as strawberry jam.
Her heartbeat quickened as he explored the regions of her mouth, he tickled her, making her moan with pleasure. Her knees became weak, and it was all she could do to keep from collapsing. She felt his arms twist about her hips to pull her closer to him. Ginny's hands flew to his chest, grabbing his shirt for support. He responded, passionately nibbling at her lower lip. She let out a sigh of pleasure as his teeth gently grazed it.
Regaining her strength her hands slithered up to his neck, kneading his silky hair gently, pushing her body close to his, wanting every moment to last longer. His aroma entangled her. She couldn't help but sense the fresh smell of rain that was clinging to his body. He felt her presence clutching to him and smiled, she broke their kiss with short, soft kisses.
They broke apart, gasping for breath. A crimson blush spread across her face like wild fire, as her eyes narrowed into daggers. Her breathing soon slowed to its normal pace, but not her heart. It was still fluttering madly high up in her chest.
"Still think Potter's better Virginia?" He asked, a smirk spreading across his face as he placed his finger under her chin. She jerked her head back in disgust, and was about to spit a witty retort at him, only he picked a napkin wrapped item out of his cloak pocket, and threw it at her.
"Here you forgot this," he said, turning oh his heel. Ginny gracefully caught the package, and looked suspiciously at it. What could I have possibly forgotten, I didn't even take anything to breakfast? she wondered, turning it around in her hands. There was a note written on it.
Got you back Weasley.
She gasped at the message written on the napkin. She ripped the napkin off, only to find her piece of toast... missing a huge chunk. He undoubtedly had taken a large bite. She growled under her breath, and looked up to scowl at him, but she only caught a glimpse of his back just before he disappeared behind a door. She straightened her robe and chased after him.