Author's Note: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. This chapter may really suck. I feel kind of bad now because a reviewer informed me that this idea has already been done and is extremely similar to another story called Can't Decide Whether to Love or Hate You. And, in response to that review, I read the story. And they are alike. Which makes me feel bad because I thought this was an original idea. Oh well. Just for the record, you guys should go and read Can't Decide Whether to Love or Hate You. It's by Liz21. I'll try to make my story as different as possible. And thanks for whoever told me that Ginny's real name is Ginevra and not Virginia. I wrote this story before I knew that. Thanks for correcting me! That's all. I'll shut up now.
I Wish...
Chapter Two
Sweet Smiles
Ginny tapped her foot impatiently as she waited outside the Great Hall.
Breakfast had started fifteen minutes ago and Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. There was no way she was going to let him back out on their deal. The first time in her life she'd ever felt like getting revenge on someone and her plan falls apart before it even starts? No way. Ginny would give... his life before that happened. Besides, Ron needed to be taught a lesson about getting in the way of who she wanted to date--
Ginny's thought process immediately came to a stop as she felt someone's warm, light breathing on her neck. Her eyes widened and she flipped around to see a smirking Draco Malfoy standing in front of her. "Miss me?"
"Oh, so much." She said, sarcastically. "I thought you'd never get here! What gives, Malfoy?"
"What's with this 'Malfoy' business, Ginny, darling. Is this how you treat all your boyfriends?" Hecommented with fake innocence. How she longed to smack that famous Malfoy smirk off his face.
"I wouldn't know how to treat a boyfriend, Draco. I've never had one!"
"Such a shame." He said, distractedly. "Are you ready for our grand entrance?"
Ginny heaved a long sigh. "As ready as I'll ever be."
"Good." Before she could react, he had grabbed her hand and thrown open the doors, dragging her inside.
All the tables were deathly quiet.
Malfoy glared. "What? Haven't you ever seen someone walk into a room before? Mind your own business, you bloody brown-nosers!"
Ginny couldn't help but laugh. She smiled sweetly at everyone, waving her free hand dismissively. "Yes, what he said. Carry on."
Ginny swept her eyes over the room as everyone slowly went back to eating their meals, eyeing the two suspiciously. She grinned as she saw Ron staring at them in a mixture of shock and confusion. Even Harry and Hermione were looking on. Harry's spoon was frozen inches away from his mouth and Hermione had her elbow in the butter dish. She would have laughed if Malfoy hadn't chosen that exact moment to plant a kiss on her forehead. She looked at him quizzically, but he merely continued to smile at her.
"Shall I walk you to your table?"
She smiled and faked a curtsey. "Of course."
The two walked past the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, ignoring the looks they got from each student and stopped gracefully before an empty space next to Neville at the Gryffindor table.
Malfoy smirked and kissed her forehead again. Ginny ignored the strange feeling it gave her and sat down, waving as he turned to walk back to his table. "I'll see you after Potions!"
He waved at her over his shoulder without turning around. Ginny returned her attention to the table, smiling as her plate filled up with food. She lifted her spoon to her mouth--
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?!" Ginny clapped a hand over her ears, dropping her spoon and effectively soiling her robes.
"Gee, thanks for ruining my clothes and making me deaf in one go, Ron." She said, glaring. She took the napkin Neville handed her and dabbed at the stain.
"Ginny, since when are you and Malfoy so chummy?" Ginny mentally rolled her eyes. Figures Hermione would say calmly what everyone else was dying to scream. She continued to dab at the stain, refusing to meet the girl's eyes.
"Since I have a row with Ron in the library and Malfoy, in his own weird twisted way, cheers me up. Something wrong?"
"Wrong?! You're hanging around with a bloody Malfoy!" Ron screamed. Once again, Ginny was forced to cover her ears.
"Oh, so now you're going to keep a tight cap on who I'm friends with, too?" Harry toyed with his napkin for a few moments before deciding to speak.
"You two looked a lot closer than friends, Ginny. You looked like..." Ginny smiled inwardly. Harry had just made her job a whole lot easier. Ron would have definitely been suspicious if she'd been the one to suggest that they were dating. She looked down at her food and didn't say anything for a few minutes.
"Like what, Harry?"
"You looked like you were... well... in love." Hermione said for him. "But of course, that's completely ridiculous."
For some reason, Ginny was insulted. "What's so ridiculous about it?!"
"You're a Weasley and a Gryffindor! He's a Malfoy and a Slytherin! He thinks you're beneath him. He'd never be interested in you." There was complete and utter silence at the table.
"Excuse me, Ron?" Ginny said, venomously. "He'd never be interested in me? And why's that? I'm not pretty enough? I'm not smart enough? Why don't you tell me since you seem to know so well?"
Ron flushed bright red and looked down at the table. "Well, I, uh, what I meant was..."
"I think,"Ginny said, standing. "That I'll go and eat with Draco and the Slytherins. Since I'm so unwelcome at this table."
Casting one last glare in his direction, Ginny turned and headed towards the other end of the Great Hall, ignoring the many, many eyes that followed her.
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Draco raised an eyebrow as Ginny Weasley plopped down next to him and began attacking her food without a word.
He'd heard every bit of the argument. Who in the Great Hall hadn't? But he still couldn't believe she'd actually walked all the way over here and was really sitting next to him, at the Slytherin table, with so many people who hated her guts, as opposed to people who liked her and one who was more than a little pissed at her at the moment.
He smiled. She had a lot of spunk.
The silence at the table was deadly, but Ginny ignored them all, still attacking her food as if it would attack her first. Draco looked up and saw the entire table staring at him wordlessly, as if waiting to see his reaction. He sighed.
Loudly.
What a chore it was to be devilishly handsome and loved/feared by all.
"Ginevra, do you realize what table you're sitting at?" She didn't look up.
"Yes, I do."
"And do you also realize that there aren't very many people at this table who like you?" He continued.
"Uh huh."
"And you're not going to leave, are you?"
"Nope."
"Alright." Draco went back to eating as if it was perfectly natural to have her sitting next to him, carving a hole into the little french toast man she'd made. Draco looked up again to see all eyes at the table on him. He sighed, stood, and tugged at Ginny's sleeve. "Come on."
They walked over to the Great Hall doors, Draco scrutinizing Ginny under his gaze and Ginny staring at her feet quietly. Someone cleared their throat, and Draco looked over into the confused faces of Crabbe and Goyle. They had followed him from the table and were standing behind Ginny, waiting for his order to remove her.
Draco watched the little Gryffindor for a moment, his gray eyes taking in her delicate frame, her fiery red hair, and remembering the way she'd rammed her fork into the piece of bread over and over. Then he grinned.
"Leave her alone, Crabbe and Goyle. Go bother Pansy or something." The two nodded dumbly and plodded off. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Thank you." Ginny said, finally looking at him. Draco frowned as soon as he was sure no one was watching.
"Don't get comfortable, Weasel. I'm only doing this for the satisfaction of seeing your brother blow up like that every day." Ginny rolled her eyes, muttering something about egotistical pigs, before sticking her tongue out at him and returning to staring at her feet.
"You're surprisingly good at playing nice, Malfoy."
"Malfoys are supposed to be, Weasley. We can convince anyone of anything." Ginny smirked, staring him straight in the eye.
"I knew I chose the right person to help me hatch my first evil scheme."
"Whatever. Just don't expect to be eating here everyday." He sneered. "I can't watch out for you if the Slytherins decide to gang up on youwhen I'm not here for breakfast."
Ginny rolled her eyes again. "Don't worry about it. I won't make it a habit. Later, Draco."
"Of course, Ginny, darling." He smiled sarcastically and waved as she walked out the doors. Draco returned to his table, and, as soon as he sat down, the table exploded with questions about the two.
Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "What have I gotten myself into now?"