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Of Ferrets and Weasels
Ginny's POV
I borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak that night. I told him I wanted to go see Malfoy and he was fine with it, as long as I give it back to him while it's still clean…the pervert.
I snuck down to the Hospital Wing and saw Malfoy sleeping peacefully in his bed. I quietly walked up to him and slipped the cloak off my shoulders.
I smirked, before giving him a rough shove. He snapped awake and looked around. Upon seeing me, he relaxed back into his bed.
"Mm…Weasley? What time is it?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"How in the bloody hell would I know?" I said, shrugging. He stretched, his shirt rising and revealing his well-toned abdomen.
Ginny, I mentally smacked myself. Do not refer to Malfoy's abdomen as well toned.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing. I felt slightly responsible for what happened today," I said, wringing my hands.
"Thanks," he said, pulling his nightshirt down to cover his abs. "I still feel like crap though. Whoopee for me."
"That's what you get for fucking with Zabini," I responded with a smirk.
"Well," Draco trailed off, obviously not finding a good enough argument. "You shouldn't be here anyways." He sat up against the headboard of the bed. "It's after hours and we shook on it to go back to normal."
"Well, I had to-" I was cut off by Draco who slapped his hand over my mouth, I gave him a nasty glare, but he gave me an even worse one that clearly told me to shut up.
He removed his hand, but we both kept quiet. Footsteps could be heard and before he knew what hit him, I had disappeared.
"Mr. Malfoy! Are you talking to yourself again?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she rounded the corner.
"No ma'am, just talking in my sleep," he mumbled.
"Some dreamless sleep potion will help that. I have other patients that need their sleep too." She stalked off, muttering something about "kids today".
But Draco had a feeling no amount of dreamless sleep potion could keep her off his mind.
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The next morning, I sulked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. The night before, Harry promised me that he wouldn't let Ron know I had gone to visit Draco. Not that it lasted all that long anyways.
Suddenly, I was bumped back by a large force. I looked up into the cold, calculating eyes of none other than the object of my thoughts. He still had a few bruises from yesterday.
"Watch where you're going next time," he mumbled.
"Sod off, Ferret," I snapped.
"Not too friendly today, are we?" he asked. He looked to Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him. "Maybe we should teach Weaslette here how to respect her superiors."
"Oh you make me laugh Malfoy." then, after a second of pause, "wait, you weren't kidding?"
"You little-" he was cut short, though, by a loud smack. It hadn't, unfortunately, been from my hand. I whipped around to see Ron and Hermione standing there, Hermione apparently just having slapped Ron, and she began yelling. "We better take cover before Mudblood over there explodes," he called to his friends and they began running off in the direction of the Great Hall.
I smirked. "Yeah, that's right, run off with your tail between your legs," I called back, as if nothing that was on my mind had ever happened. The horrible truth was it did.
And I liked it.
I cringed as I began walking towards Ron and Hermione, hoping to either: a) stop whatever fight would occur or b) actually learn what fight was occurring.
"Ron, deal with it!" Hermione shouted, waving her hands in the air. "I'm not going on a damned blind date. Are you TRYING to piss me off?"
"But Hermione-" he argued. I cringed. Not a smart move, Ron; definitely not a smart move.
"Ronald Bilius Delacroix-Weasley," Hermione started in a dangerously low tone. Both Ron and I cringed this time. It was a mistake telling her our mother's maiden name. Whenever she was mad, she used it to make his full name sound like a profanity. "You know I am in a relationship with your best friend. Don't you even dare try and tell me you didn't."
"You and Harry-" he began to gasp but Hermione silenced him, literally.
"Hermione!" I gasped, running forward quickly. "He didn't know! Remember? Harry told me that night that you guys hadn't told anyone and wanted me to keep it hush, hush."
Hermione's jaw dropped slightly and a look of remorse spread across her face. "Oh God Ron. I swear to God I forgot. I-oh-Merlin I feel like such an ass," she muttered, un-silencing him.
"It's ok. Harry was the person I was going to set you up with anyways. If you guys would've told me," he stated exasperatedly, then throwing his arms around her. "It's not like no one has seen you two belong together anyways."
Hermione blushed and smiled. "Thanks Ron. Come on, let's go eat some breakfast."
"Yea, I'm starving," I chirped in. We began walking to the Great Hall. Harry was already there, eating.
"Hey you guys," he greeted, giving Hermione a special smile and a wink.
"Hey Harry," she responded as Ron and I went straight for the food.
"Food," Ron droned like some sort of monster. "Need food."
"What else is new?" I asked with a chuckle. About ten minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Malfoy sneering at me.
"Twice in one day? Don't I suffer enough just knowing you go to school here?" I asked with a heavy sigh. He hand me something wrapped in a napkin.
"This is yours. I believe you left it in my room." I was puzzled as he walked away without another comment (you know, I didn't take a shower that morning, and he could've commented on why I smell a bit funky. Anything was better than this…civil behavior).
"Weird," Harry murmured as Draco was walking away, and went back to poking at his sausage.
I furrowed my brow but shrugged it off, opening up the small cloth napkin. In it was an earring, attatched to a note.
"My earring! I've been looking everywhere for this!" I exclaimed. "That…ferret had it the whole time." I chuckled slightly, remembering a few days ago when I had gone to his room. "It must've fallen out while I was there." I picked up the note and unfolded it. It read:
Weaselette-
Meet me in the trophy room at midnight. Will come to Gryffindor tower and drag your ass out of your bed if I have to, just come.
-Ferret
"I can feel the love," I murmured, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands. "I'm off to class. Later." They waved goodbye as I made my way for my favorite class of the day: Potions.
It's called SARCASM people, jeez.
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The day was coming to a close for me. I sat in the common room, tucked away with Colin and my guy friend Mikey.
"Did you get the answer to 21 in the Transfiguration textbook?" Mikey asked me, peering over to look at my scrap of parchment. Truth be told, I wasn't working on my homework. I was working on the perfect forged note to get me out of classes tomorrow.
"Don't bother," Colin replied, not even needing to glance over to know what I was doing. Sneaky little bastard. "They have ways of knowing who's faking the notes and who's not."
"Then I'll go to Madam Pomfrey and play sick. I'd rather spend all day sleeping in the Hospital Wing than in classes." Mikey and Colin nodded their heads in disappointment.
"Skipping will get you nowhere in life," Mikey told me matter-of-factly. I rolled my eyes, crumpled up the piece of paper, and threw it over my shoulder.
"What time is it?" I asked. Colin checked his watch.
"Eleven thirty. Wow, and I'm not even tired. We should probably get to bed." I smiled. I wasn't going to bother telling them about my midnight plans. I saw Harry sitting on the couch, half asleep, with Hermione snoring lightly in the crook of his shoulder. I smiled to myself.
"I can't believe I got so mad at him. They're perfect for each other." I grabbed his invisibility cloak from where he said he would leave it had he fallen asleep. A note fell out and I read it to myself.
Ginny-
Back by one or Ron will have my head on a pike for the whole world to see.
Much love
-Harry
I let out a small chuckle, before wrapping the silvery lightweight fabric around my shoulders.
And so began my trek to the trophy room. I narrowly missed Filch twice and Peeves three times. Peeves was trying to block off all major paths to the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw dormitories. Too bad I knew a few shortcuts he didn't.
"You're early," I announced as I saw Draco standing at one of the cases reading some of the awards. He pivoted sharply, and, after seeing nothing, shook slightly. I remembered I was under Harry's cloak and pulled it off myself.
"For a minute I thought I was going nutters," he muttered to himself.
"You're already there," I quipped.
"That hurt."
"I'm sure it did," I responded, taking a seat on one of the old, unused boxes in the room. "Why'd you want me down here?"
"I'm lonely," he said sarcastically.
"The Malfoy charm is as sharp as ever, no?" I asked with a dry chortle.
"I just wanted to talk about-well-"
"About what's happened?" I began softly.
"Yea, I guess."
"What do you think is happening?"
"I'm confused as I've ever been in my life."
"And is that supposed to be saying something?" I deadpanned.
"Watch it Weasel."
I held up my hands. "Ok, that was below the belt. I'll play nice, I promise." Draco began grumbling of something inaudible. "Didn't quite catch that?"
"Nothing," he responded with a sigh. "It's all just very confusing. I mean, at first it was a good idea, then it wasn't, then it was again, and then it wasn't again, and now it still seems like an awful plan but it, in actually, is rather cunning…" he scratched his head, trailing off. "Did that make sense?"
"This is coming from a Malfoy," I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Keep that wit of yours in line Weasley. At least I'm trying to be nice," he retorted.
"And a bloody good job you're doing, too," I drawled, sounding eerily like him.
"There you go again. And I am doing a good job!" he defended himself. I sighed. "Anyways, what do you want to do about this whole thing?"
"I really don't need to spite Harry anymore, I-" but Malfoy cut me off.
"Ha! You admit it! You wanted to spite Potter!" he exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at me.
"And…?" I asked. His smirk turned into a frown.
"You're a great mood-killer, you know?" he asked, huffing and plopping down on a nearby box.
"Thanks."
"Wasn't a compliment," he mumbled. I rolled my eyes. He could be such a baby sometimes.
"Then we'll go back to the way things have always been," I suggested.
Silent pause.
"Oh yeah, sure," he said, snapping of some sort of reverie.
I grabbed the invisibility cloak that I had dropped off my shoulders when I arrived. Just as I brushed past Malfoy it slipped from my fingers and fell into a silvery pool on the ground. I leaned over to collect it just as Draco had and we bumped heads. We both pulled back slightly, and stood up straight, rubbing our heads.
It was just then that I realized how close in proximity were. The cloak slipped from my fingers again, but this time I neither noticed nor cared.
Malfoy leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my waist. Our lips just barely brushed when I took a sharp breath.
"What is this?" I asked, closing my eyes as he leaned into my neck and began breathing softly upon it. "What are we doing?"
"Anything you want us to be doing," he responded in a husky voice.
"I don't want to be doing this. It's wrong," I stated, pushing him away.
"This may sound horribly clichéd, but if it's so wrong why does it feel so right?" he asked. I closed my eyes, trying to get rid of the feeling of his incredibly sexy gray eyes burning holes into my skin.
"We're crossing a line that should never be crossed by enemies," I told him in a quiet voice.
"Then let's break the mold," he whispered, stepping forward and, in one deft move, caught me in a kiss. I pulled away and laid my head on his chest.
"I can't. Merlin knows I want to, but I can't," I murmured, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a hug.
"You can," he whispered. "I know you can."
"What will everyone think?"
"Who has to know?" he asked me.
"Why do you answer all your questions with another question?" I asked him, quite off topic. He smirked.
"You gotta admit. It attracts the ladies," he responded.
"Such the Pimp," I replied, shaking my head and giving a slight smirk.
"So what do you say?" he asked, tucking a tendril of hair behind my left ear.
"I still don't know," I responded hesitantly, looking to my feet. He pulled my chin up and looked me square in the eye. "How am I supposed to know that we'll be a good couple?"
"Because I'll treat you no less than I'd treat a goddess."
"How am I supposed to know you won't cheat?" I asked, biting my lip.
"Faithful as a Retriever, I could swear by it," he responded, holding his right hand up.
"You're not too clingy are you?" I asked, looking him over with scrutiny.
"Eh-a snog a day and I'm good." I slapped his arm. "Ow, what was that for?"
"For being an overly-hormonal bastard," I replied. He simpered. "Anyways, I guess I accept."
"So you're my girlfriend now?" he asked with a small smirk.
"I guess so," I responded with an awkward laugh. "Why would you want to be my boyfriend anyways?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.
"So I can kiss you anytime I want."
With that, he swept me into a passionate kiss.
A/N: I am sad to say this is the end(with maybe an epilogue coming soon). I didn't want to pause this story and I wanted to end it quickly so I could focus my attention on my other stories. I plan on ending PBE (Prefect Bathroom Escapades) soon so I can fully concentrate on the end of Ban The Tube Top, the sequel, and then my newest story which should be coming out within the next month, promise.
Lots of cookies to anyone who can find the two movie quotes in this chapter, and tell me what they're from. Hint, one is altered only SLIGHTLY.