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Chapter 2: Putting Plans into Action
The next morning, Ginny awoke bright and early to find she was sitting next to her one and only enemy, Draco Malfoy. She squeaked, waking him up in the process. He groggily looked around before his head fell back onto his shoulder and he was snoring in seconds. She then realized she had been there, all last night talking to Draco about his "plan".
Ginny then again realized something else. She was in very close proximity with Mr. Malfoy. Her body was about two inches away from his body, in fact. She was quite startled, but couldn't help but fall almost instantly back to sleep. That sleep was disturbed when her watch made a loud beeping noise. It meant it was one hour until breakfast.
"Malfoy, err, Draco!" She called, pushing him to get him awake.
"What, what, I'm up, I'm up!" he said sleepily. Ginny pushed him again and he fell onto the cold stony floor. "That hurt," he mumbled.
"Sorry, but breakfast is in an hour and we need to be up, Ferret," she said.
"Aw, thanks for the display of affection, weasel!" he moaned sarcastically. "Anyways it's Saturday, who gives two bloody shits if I wake up or not?"
"Then go back to your own bed and sleep! It's probably not at all comfortable on the stone floor," she shot back. He stood up and made his way over to the door, before falling down again. "Are you ok?" she asked, purely concerned.
"Yeah, I just have some sort of disability when I first awake, I'm very vision and hearing impaired. I usually have a medication for it, but it's also usually on my bedside table," he finished. Ginny felt a slight twinge of pity for him. Slight.
"I'll help you back to your dorm, just so you don't kill anyone," she offered, still feeling that slight pity.
"Err, that's ok, I'm fine, Weasley," he said before stumbling into a wall.
"No, you need help," she stated.
"I don't need kelp! I hate sushi, now will you drop it!" he said in an annoyed tone.
"HELP! I SAID HELP!" she screamed so he could hear her.
"Oh," he said, a slight pink blush creeping across his pale cheeks. "No, I don't want any of that from you, either!" Ginny sighed.
"Fine, fall off a staircase and DIE for all I care!" she screamed and stormed out of the astronomy tower. She only got halfway down when she heard a loud crash. She rolled her eyes and ran back up, only to find Draco sprawled across the floor.
"Please, Malfoy? If you die, you won't help me get back at Harry," Ginny sighed, watching as he moved to stand up, wobbling a bit before succeeding.
"Weasley, you irritate me so much," he mumbled, rubbing his temples. "Fine, you can follow me down to the dungeons, but don't even think of touching me! I don't need the Weasley germs twice in twenty-four hours."
Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, before watching him stumble to an upright position and promptly stick his hands out to guide his way.
"Freezing," Ginny said in a bored tone.
"Those clothes aren't sufficient enough that they make you cold in summer?" he retorted, making his way out the stone doorway, but not before smashing his nose into the wall. Ginny handed him a tissue to clean up some blood that had spilled.
"No, you bloody little…" Ginny took a moment to calm her fiery rage. "No, it's that kid's game. If you are close to something you say hot, if you are far away, you say freezing." Draco looked as if, for once in his life, he finally understood something.
"Oh, I used to play that with my mum, but-" Draco then stopped abruptly, turned around, and started walking back to his dormitory, silently cursing under his breath.
"But what," Ginny asked, trotting up to him to keep up with his pace.
"You know what, this idea isn't so good after all, let's just call it off weasel. Never happened," he answered, walking faster, hoping to get rid of her.
"Whoa, what's with you Malfoy? Have a feeling your pureblood reputation will be sacrificed?" she retorted. "What's with you anyway? You look like you've seen a ghost. Or some other creature you don't see everyday." Ginny put a hand on his shoulder to slow him down. "Damn you walk like a bloody cheetah. What the heck is going on?" Ginny asked, her hands on her hips.
"Nothing, just leave me alone," he stated, shrugging her hand off and pretending to brush the "germs" off with his hand.
"No, we had a deal and you're sticking to that deal, ok?" Ginny growled. "You said it yourself: Har-Err Pansy's going to be so jealous, why are you having doubts now?"
"If you're so dedicated to this plan, fine I'll go along with it, but I just finally came to my senses and realized it's rubbish! No one's going to believe us, Weasley!" he shouted, throwing his hands up and running his left through his flaxen hair.
"Not if you speak to me like that, Draco," she added scornfully.
"Fine, Ginevra," he spat. Draco stormed off and ran straight into a wall, stumbling a bit before falling backwards.
"Damn you Malfoy!" Ginny cursed. She walked quickly towards him, but stopped quickly. How'd he know my name's Ginevra? She nodded her head, dismissing it before landing on her knees next to him. She raised his head and peered into his half-open eyelids.
"Fire," Draco chuckled dazedly. "I'll get burnt." He was staring at the pieces of hair that were falling in Ginny's face, and reached up to touch a lock. "It's cold," he replied, laughing. His head drooped back and his eyelids closed completely.
"Malfoy, you are a damn chit, you know that?" Ginny whispered to the slightly unconscious form. "Mobilcorpus." She used her wand to levitate him, and carry him all the way to the hospital wing.
"Oh dear, what's wrong with-" Madam Pomfrey stopped when she saw the body who was levitating Draco. "Miss Weasley, what's the-"
"He bumped into a wall, fell unconscious, and I was the only one there. I was his only hope not to wake up in front of a crowd of onlookers." She nodded her head.
"Set him down, any bed is fine," she replied, bustling away. Ginny levitated him to bed number nine, "accidentally" bumping his head into the headboard. He grunted and the corner of his lip tugged upwards, but besides that he made no sign of consciousness.
She turned around to leave, but The Medi-witch hurried back to Draco's bedside.
"Leaving?" she asked. "So soon?"
Ginny shrugged. "I have better things to do than wait for ferret over there to wake up from a fault of his own stupidity," she droned, heading again towards the door.
"I'm sure he would simply adore it if you were to stick around. It should only be a few minutes, presuming he didn't get hit that hard. I do hope this knock hasn't affected his brain cells," Madam Pomfrey muttered.
"Trust me, his brain cells were affected long before he took that hit," Ginny laughed. Madam Pomfrey looked like she wanted to laugh, but restrained the urge.
"Any who, I think he'd be simply delighted if you stayed, just so he could say thanks," she responded, forcing a frothing blue liquid down his throat.
"Please, Madam Pomfrey, do not kid. I do believe the word "thanks" is not in Malfoy's vocabulary," Ginny joked again, but sitting down in his bedside chair anyways. There was no arguing with that stubborn witch.
A few minutes later, Draco opened his eyes and peered around the room. "Where am I?" he asked. "Why am I-" he was sitting up, but fell back down, most likely because of the pain in his head.
"The pain should go away in a few seconds, dear boy," Madam Pomfrey called, from where she was tending a third year from his dueling wounds. In a few seconds, Draco sat up again, and saw Ginny in the seat next to his bed.
"Weasley, damn, will you leave me alone for at least a few seconds? I know I'm so bloody irresistible, but really!" he huffed. Ginny rolled her eyes, got up and started walking out the door.
"What? Wait!" he shouted, scrambling up and running towards her. "Where are you going? What about our deal?"
"Oh, now you care?" Ginny replied mockingly, walking faster to rid herself of her pest problem.
"Yes, I care now. Weasley, please. For the sake of both you and I, and for the spiting of Harry and Pansy, will you-"
"I don't need to spite Harry!" Ginny shrieked. "It is your warped little mind that thinks that!" She started walking away, but he grabbed her arm. He quickly pulled away, but swiveled her around so they met eye-to-eye.
"Please, Weasley. Please?" Ginny couldn't help but notice the pleading tone in his voice, before sighing and giving in.
"Fine, I'll do it. But you touch me and you die," she threatened, walking away. He jogged, trying to catch up with the fiery little wench.
"Fine, I'll stay five feet away from you at all times, and the whole school will think we're a young couple in love!" he squeaked sarcastically, feigning to be lovestruck.
"You know what I meant, Ferret," she said through gritted teeth.
"Whatever you say, Ginny," he responded quietly, still jogging to keep up with her.
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Ten minutes later, they were standing before the Great Hall doors. "Ok, we'll go in at the same time, but separately. There's no need to make a scene of things. If people ask, we confirm our deal. Got it?" Ginny snapped.
"Watch out, this kitten's got claws," he remarked slyly, doing a half-circle around Ginny to push his way through the Great Hall doors.
"You little," she started to say but stopped once she realized she was in the Great Hall.
"What do I do now again?" he asked innocently. "I wasn't listening when you explained the plan thirty-four times." Ginny left him, their little conversation unnoticed by all in the Hall.
"Hey Colin, Mandy," Ginny greeted, sitting next to her friends of four years.
"Hey Gin!" Harry exclaimed, waving to her with his free hand that wasn't clasping Hermione's.
Ooh, I should shoot him now, she thought murderously. Colin laid a hand on her shoulder, and she looked into his eyes. They clearly stated that he knew everything.
"Where were you last night?" Ron asked, popping his head out from behind Mandy.
"Somewhere," Ginny replied mischievously. She then smirked, as if she actually had real good news to tell.
"Guess what?" she responded, pretending to be excited.
"What?" The five curious voices around the table asked.
"I'm dating Draco Malfoy!" she squealed, low enough that only they could hear.
The only sound next, was Ron's heavy unconscious body falling to the floor.
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