Hating, Dating, and Ginny Weasley

OceanAvenue213

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 12/09/2004
Last Updated: 09/02/2005
Status: completed

Based on challenge on Kindred Spirits. "Ginny Weasley was mad. No, Ginny Weasley was furious. No! Ginny Weasley was enraged." The story of how two souls come together to help each other in a way no one expected. Then they get confused. Then, even more confusion follows. Then it ends with some beautiful sugary sweet fluff.

Chapters

1. Revenge is a Bitch

2. Putting Plans into Action

3. The Makings of...Love?

4. Author's Note

5. In Trouble

6. Of Ferrets and Weasels

1. Revenge is a Bitch

Challenges, challenges, challenges galore! I just love challenges! This is my second one of the three stories I have! This one will be more than one shot, and I may put a toe out of the guidelines, but not too far out! If you read the description, Drinny is Draco+Ginny Rona is Ron+Luna and Harmy is Harry+Hermy. That’s my code for the ships I live by!

Challenge:

-DOES NOT have to go along with the storyline of the original Romeo and Juliet
-Pansy must come onto Draco, thus making him leave the Dungeons and head to the astronomy tower to get away from her
-Ginny must muster up the courage to ask Harry out, yet he refuses
-She goes to the astronomy tower to be alone, unaware that Draco was there
-You decide what happens next
-Somewhere into the story, Draco must get Ginny to pretend to go out with him, to get Pansy off his back
-Their parents don't approve, etc.
-Must end up D/G

Now for the real challenge: Try not to make Draco too OCC. It'll be pretty hard, but thats why it's called a challenge, now isn't it?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry would be married to Hermione, Draco and Ginny would be gettin it on in a broom closet, and Ron and Luna would DIE!!! Muahahahahaha! But then they’d be getting it on in heaven…

Hating, Dating, and Ginny Weasley

Chapter one: Revenge is a bitch

Ginny Weasley was mad. No, Ginny Weasley was furious. No! Ginny Weasley was enraged. She wanted to tear off Harry Potter’s head, incinerate it, flush the ashes down the toilet, and watch as the Giant squid ate them and shat them out. That’s how infuriated Ginny Weasley was. After six years of pining after him, Ginny Weasley finally got the courage to ask him out. And do you have any idea what he said when she did? “I’m sorry Gin, but I’m already going out with Hermione”! What did Hermione have that she didn’t?

Ginny stormed down the hallway. It seemed that fifth years and lower seemed to literally disappear from her path of destruction. No one crosses Ginny Weasley when she’s mad.

But she just couldn’t believe it! Who would EVER pick Hermione Granger over her? It’s no contest! The Bookworm versus the beauty? Ginny screamed in frustration, letting her feet guide her to her ultimate destination.

Six years of a crush flushed down the loo. Ginny just couldn’t believe it.

“Move it, Tubby!” Ginny screamed to a particularly overweight third year, making him cry and run away. “Dumb-butt third years,” Ginny muttered under her breath, letting her feet lead her to the North Wing Astronomy tower. “It’s a crime to have someone that overweight in this school.”

Normally, Ginny wouldn’t be so cruel. But mess with her, and you’re in for it.

Ginny yanked the astronomy tower door open. There was a blackened figure standing on the ledge, arms spread out. Upon closer inspection, Ginny came to the conclusion that it was Draco Malfoy.

“Just ‘cause no one likes you is no reason to jump, Ferret,” Ginny said coolly. Draco stumbled and whipped around.

“Weasley, why you,” but before he could finished, he had slipped and was falling off the astronomy tower.

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Draco Malfoy was sitting calmly on the couch of the Slytherin common room, one arm draped over the top and one leg draped across the seat.

“Draco!” A screechy voice sounded, breaking the sound barrier of Draco’s peace.

“Parkinson, you cow, leave me alone,” Draco drawled. Pansy took a seat right next to him and ran a finger seductively down his chest.

“I know you don’t mean that, love,” she purred. “I know your lust for me is everlasting.”

“The only feeling I have for you that is everlasting is disgust. Now move, you’re invading my personal space!” Pansy smirked and leaned close to him, touching her lips to his ear.

“Ooh, you want me to invade your personal space, huh?” she cooed, running her hands down to the waistband of his jeans.

“I’d rather eat a flobberworm, if you don’t mind!” he yelled, frustrated.

“But baby, you know-“ she started, but was cut off by Draco’s anguished screams.

“Leave me alone, Parkinson, you cow!” he screamed. “I don’t care about you, so just leave me alone you bloody little wench!” Draco then stomped out of the common room, fists clenching and teeth gritting.

A few minutes later, Draco pushed open the door to reveal the onyx sky. He was on the astronomy tower.

He let the cool night breeze hit his face for a moment, before walking to the guardrail and peering over the edge. He never realized that until tonight.

Draco then stepped onto the guard rail, and lifted himself up so he was one wrong move away from death or something akin.

“I love the night air,” Draco whispered to himself, spreading his arms and feeling the breeze against his chest (for the shirt he was currently in was unbuttoned).

“Just ‘cause no one likes you is no reason to jump, Ferret,” a voice said from behind his. He jumped at the sudden presence, and slipped off of the railing.

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Ginny stood there for a moment. ‘OH WAIT!’ her brain registered. ‘Malfoy off Tower, bad! Someone will think you did it!’

“Weasley!” Draco called, a note of urgency in his voice. “Help me, I’m too rich to young to die!” he pleaded. Ginny took four large leaps over to the other side of the tower, peering over and seeing Draco hanging on by a thread. She grabbed his hand, and pulled him up, realizing Ron was right of what he said a few days prior. She was freakishly strong. Once he was safely on the tower, Ginny let go and collapsed onto the floor.

“Bloody hell Malfoy! What do you weigh, like 20 pounds?” she asked.

“138 thank you very much,” he sneered, dusting his clothes off. He then took his wand out, pointed it at his hand, and muttered a charm.

“What was that?” Ginny asked rudely.

“A disinfecting charm. I had Weasley germs,” he replied simply, sitting down in a chair Ginny assumed he had conjured. Then, she realized that he was half-naked (in some sense of speaking). All he had on was a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned crisp white shirt..

“I’m leaving, see ya in hell, ferret,” Ginny chimed, waving a hand and walking in the direction of the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll reserve a place for you, Weasel,” he responded. Ginny then shuddered to think that the weasel and the ferret are actually members of the same animal family…freaky.

Ginny turned the handle of the door, only to find she couldn’t. “Damn door,” she muttered.

“Yes, it’s hard to think a Weasley such as you can actually master the complex art of opening doors,” Draco sneered.

“It’s not the fact that I can’t open it, it’s the fact that it’s stuck, dumb-butt!” Ginny shouted, frustrated. Draco pushed her aside and tried the door to no avail.

“Damn! That means I’m stuck here with Weasel! I’d rather jump off this tower!” Draco screamed, throwing his hands up and pacing around the floor.

“I’d rather you jump off too,” Ginny replied sweetly. Draco sat down in the seat he previously occupied, looking Ginny in the eye.

“So, why are you here?” he asked, rather rudely.

“I asked Harry if he wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend and he turned me down,” Ginny replied sadly, wringing her hands and sitting down on the cold stone floor.

“That’s Potter,” Draco muttered. “As blind as he is stupid.”

“What?” Ginny asked, not hearing a word he said.

“Nothing, never mind,” he replied distantly. Ginny looked at him as if he had three heads, before shaking the subject away.

“So, why are you up here?” Ginny retorted. “Finally realized everyone hates you and you were trying to kill yourself?” Draco shook his head “no”. He obviously didn’t understand a joke when it was dancing in front of his face.

“Pansy the cow was trying to do what she calls seducing me, so I got fed up and left,” he said. “Is there a crime with that, Weasel?” he sneered. Ginny sighed heavily.

“Will you drop the Weasel-Ferret thing. That’s between you and my brother, not you and me,” Ginny whispered, playing with the hem of her shorts.

“Whatever,” Draco responded. “Hey,” Draco brightened up. “I know a way I can help you,” he said slyly.

“Oh Merlin, do I want to hear this? Besides, I don’t need your help!”

“Yes, you do, I’ve got a good idea,” he snapped. “We can pretend like we’re both dating, because we’re locked up here. We can tell people we got a better understanding of each other tonight, and that’s what pushed us to date. You can get back at Potter, saying you found a REAL man!” Draco finished, clapping excitedly, while Ginny snorted.

“And you can get back at Parkinson!” Ginny said, feigning excitement.

“I don’t care about getting back at her, I just think you look so damn depressed you need some cheering up,” he shot back. “Sorry I tried to help, maybe next time I’ll kill myself and make you REALLY happy.”

“No, Malfoy, I’m sorry, it’s a good idea,” she admitted. “I just have doubts anyone will actually believe our little charade.”

“Well then, we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” he responded, standing up and dusting off his clothes.

“Whatever,” she responded offhandedly. “But no kissing, no hugging, no hand-holding, and I so do not do romantic walks by the lake.”

“If we want it to look real, you’re going to have to shove your requirements up your ass, Ginny,” he spat.

“And if we want to make it look realistic, Draco, we’ll have to be civil to each other!” she retorted. He sighed and ran his hands through his flaxen hair.

“Fine, deal,” he said, sticking out a hand. Ginny shook it proudly. “It won’t last two days though, I bet you!” he said, pointing a finger in the air.

“Whatever,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Draco Malfoy, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now?”

There you go! Part one of Hating, Dating, and Ginny Weasley! It’s PG for now but might rise later to PG13, just so’s ya knows! Part 2 should be up soon because I’m working on it as soon as I post this, so pray for tomorrow or Tuesday!

-OceanAve

P.S. Review if you dare, muahahahahaha!!!!!

2. Putting Plans into Action

Disclaimer: HP is not mine!

A/N: I love all my readers out there!

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.

A/N: that’s the next chappie! Time is running out for me, I have five minutes left on my computer. Quick update, new story coming out soon based on the new movie the forgotten! Read it when it does, please.

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3. The Makings of...Love?

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, so stop being such a bugger!!

The Makings of…Love?

Ginny smiled inwardly at Ron’s reaction.

“Did I hear you correctly?” Mandy asked. Ginny nodded enthusiastically. “Draco…Malfoy?” she strung out clearly.

“Yes! Merlin, you sound like it’s some sort of big deal or something,” Ginny responded, dropping a few sausages and some scrambled eggs on her plate.

“Ginny!” Harry exclaimed. “How is it that you just asked me out last night and this morning you are going out with Draco Malfoy?”

“What? Just because YOU turned me down you don’t think I’m capable of getting a boyfriend?” she sneered, angrily stuffing some food in her mouth.

“No, it just seems as if you went for Malfoy off the rebound. I mean, it’s Malfoy,” Harry reasoned. Now everyone knows the myth of Redheads being as fiery as their hair is red, and if anyone could prove it true, let Ginny Weasley be the one.

“Rebound?” Ginny shouted, standing up so the whole Great Hall turned to look at her. “If I had not asked you out, does not mean I would not have gotten together with him. In fact, I wish I never DID ask you out. You’re such a-a…” Ginny made an aggravated noise, stepped away from the bench, and then promptly stormed away. During this little display, Draco had tuned in. He sat there for a second or two, then remembering they were supposed to be “dating”, scrambled up and pretended to follow her.

Ginny stopped when she was just beyond the Great Hall doors, away from all eyes. What she didn’t expect, though, was a certain someone to be following her.

“Malfoy?” Ginny asked.

“We are dating, aren’t we?” he joked.

“Yea, whatever,” she responded, sinking to the floor. “Damn Potter. Thinks just because he has the power to save the human race that he can push me around? Say who I can and can not date!?” she muttered to herself.

“I’ve always told you he’s a useless scar-head, but no one wanted to listen to poor old Draco.” Ginny rolled her eyes and stood up abruptly, leaning against a wall. “If we have to be out here together long enough for people to think we’re dating, we might as well learn something about each other,” he said, leaning on the wall next to Ginny.

“Do you like music?” Ginny asked him quietly.

“Can’t live without it,” he responded.

“Me neither,” she commented. “I’m really into the punk rock, hardcore music. What kind of music do you like?”

“I like basically the same thing you do, add in a bit of alternative. My favorite band has to be…I’d have to say either this German band called Rammstein, or an American band called Coheed and Cambria,” he mulled it over for a minute. “Probably Rammstein now that I think of it.”

“I love Rammstein!” Ginny exclaimed softly. “Coheed and Cambria’s good, but Reel Big Fish is great rock and alternative music. They have a song for whatever mood you’re in.”

Draco nodded absently. Suddenly, there was movement from the entrance of the Great Hall and Ginny nearly threw herself on Draco. Since both of them still had their eyes opened, she motioned towards the door with her eyes and they both saw Harry standing there, stunned. Ginny smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, sipping at his lips and letting out a small moan to make it believable. His hands ran through her ginger hair, as his tongue dove into her mouth, not even waiting to ask entrance. But she let him in, his tongue flicking in and out of her mouth like a snake.

She gripped fistfuls of his flaxen hair as he spun her around and pinned her against the wall, her skirt hiking up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Once the visually-scarred-for-all-of-eternity Harry had disappeared back into the Great Hall, Ginny and Draco backed apart. They sat in silence for a moment, before Ginny walked away. When she was sure her back was hiding her actions from view, she drew her hand up and touched her tingling lips.

“Hey guys,” Ginny greeted as she sat down at the table, as if nothing had happened. She tried to make it noticeable that she was straightening her skirt and smoothing out her frizzed hair.

“Where’d you guys get Ron to, anyways?” Everyone looked at where he had fallen. It seems in the hype, everyone had forgotten he existed.

“I guess Luna came and carried him off or something,” Colin responded. Harry poked absently at his potatoes.

“Harry?” Hermione asked gently, pulling his head up by his chin. “What’s wrong, sweets?”

“I think I just burned my eyes,” he responded warily, staring straight ahead. He turned to Hermione and his eyes were extremely wide.

“Harry stop joking!” Hermione laughed uncertainly.

“You think I’m joking? Ask Ginny what just happened!” he responded, pointing at her while she tried to eat her breakfast again. She failed, though, because she realized she didn’t want to get rid of Draco’s taste in her mouth. It was kind of like strawberry mint, no doubt from his toothpaste/mouthwash.

“So what? I made out with my boyfriend, no big deal.” Hermione’s jaw dropped.

“Oh, my poor baby,” she cooed sarcastically. “I can’t believe you had to witness such a horrible act!” She wrapped her arms around him and started whispering in his ear. He smirked, whispered something back, and Hermione then smirked and nodded. He grabbed her hand and they ran out of the Great Hall, giggling.

“My god. And they think I’M bad,” Ginny muttered, poking at her scrambled eggs. Mandy and Colin snorted loudly. Ginny pushed her plate away. She wasn’t going to do any eating with his taste still lingering on her lips. She sat up from the bench for the second time in the thirty minutes she had been in that Great Hall and began to walk away.

“Bye,” her friends said in unison. She nodded her head in acknowledgement, and began out towards the Entrance Hall. The wind was blowing in through the Entrance, one door which was partially open. She turned towards the door, and began to walk towards freedom, until a hand landed delicately on her arm and she was stopped by that familiar smell of strawberry mint.

“Weasel,” then seeing the people around them that clearing knew they were dating look at him funny, he replied. “Term of endearment, jeez!” he delicately laced our fingers and walked out of the castle, not wasting two seconds before letting it go again.

“I asked you not to call me Weasel. That’s you and my brother, not you and me,” Ginny whispered softly. Draco nodded absently. “About that kiss,” Ginny started.

“Bloody fantastic if you ask me,” he mumbled.

“What?” she asked, oblivious.

“Nothing,” he responded. “Anyways, it was-“

“It was nice,” Ginny admitted. If he was going to, she might as well.

“Nice?” he asked with a scrutinizing tone. “Nice?”

“It was bloody fantastic, ok?” she admitted, repeating the words to which she had no clue he had said only moments before. They began to walk aimlessly around the lake.

“So?” he asked, holding his tone and clasping his hands behind his back.

“So what?” Ginny asked, throwing a breadcrumb from her pocket into the lake, only to be swallowed down by the giant squid.

“Do we just go back to the way it was?” he asked nervously, trying not to let his voice quiver. Ginny was silent for a moment, thinking thoughtfully (A/N: lol).

“Would we have it any other way?” she asked.

“I guess-I guess not,” he responded. They began to walk back to the school. She was about to bid a good day when they were to part ways, but he just followed her up the next flight of stairs. She looked at him quizzically, to which he responded, “It’s only polite for me to walk my lady to her common room.” Ginny shrugged and let him lead her back. If it were not for the many onlookers on the way, she wouldn’t have warmed up immediately when his hand slipped into hers, and she believed it had nothing to do with his body temperature at the moment.

Ginny was slightly let down when it came to say goodbye. It might’ve only been not even half a day, but she already felt a slight special bond to him. Ginny don’t know what came over her, but as Draco leaned down to give her a good-bye hug (there were MANY people around this time. God, it’s so hard pretending to date!) she cradled his face in her hands and pulled him down to meet her in a soft kiss.

It was slow at first, and Ginny only intended for it to be a quick peck. But that peck escalated into something more as she ran her hands through his hair, pushing him closer to him, practically devouring his whole mouth. He was surprised, but melted into the kiss, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. Soon, getting back to their dormitories was the last thing on their minds.

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4. Author's Note

A/N: One of my more generous readers pointed out to me that there had been a problem with the chapter. It is fixed now, so chapter three is up for reads! I hope you enjoy. Ban the tube top will be up hopefully tonight, maybe tomorrow, the same with Ronnie Baby.

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5. In Trouble

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In Trouble

Ginny screamed as loud and as shrilly as she could without shattering her vocal chords. She continued for a few minutes, before rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling of her four-poster. In one swift movement, she grabbed the pillow again, smothered her face, and screamed profanities that would make your mother’s hair curl.

“FUCK SHIT BITCH DAMN HELL CRAP-“ she went on for another few minutes before giving her voice box a rest, for she would surely have laryngitis by tomorrow. Ginny removed the pillow in order to breath, and swept in a large gust of air. She started to whine, which turned into a sort of strangled cry, if anything.

“I can’t believe I just kissed Draco Malfoy! What the hell was I thinking? WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?” she screamed into the pillow again. “But I don’t like him. I can’t. I won’t. I hate him. He’s my brother’s mortal enemy.”

Ginny turned about yet again and buried her face into her pillow. She closed her eyes, willing back tears of anger. She was angry with herself for even thinking of kissing that ferret. The little bastard.

She’d have to “break up” with him. That was the only way she would come out unscathed or without feelings for him. If she waited a bit longer to break up with him, then she might develop feelings for him. It was much safer to get out while she still could.

Ginny swung her legs around the side of her bed and sat there for a moment, gripping the edges of the bed until her knuckles turned white

“Damn Malfoy,” she muttered. But do I want it back to normal? She asked herself. “Hell yeah!” she was quick to answer…too quick.

Ginny groaned before standing up. She sulked out of her dormitory and into the common room, where Ron was sitting on the couch, staring into the fire. Harry and Hermione were curled up in a huge squishy armchair, whispering in each other’s ears and kissing every so often.

“Ron,” Ginny said quietly. Dusk was falling upon them, casting lights across the common room floor, dancing in free-form patterns of blues, purples, and oranges.

He said nothing. He just sat and stared into the fire, his face expressionless. Ginny swerved around the couch and sat next to him. He barely noticed she was there. His eyes momentarily flickered to her, but that was it. Ginny turned to him and gave him a hug from the side, and STILL no reaction.

“Ron, I love you. I’d never do anything to hurt you,” she whispered on the verge of tears.

“I love you too, Gin,” he rasped. “But why? Why you? Why Malfoy? I just want you to be happy. I’ll back off. I’ll be nice to your boyfriends, just not Malfoy. Please, Gin-Gin. Not him.” They sat in silence for a moment.

“I’m sorry Ron. I mean, I knew you would get mad when you heard, but I didn’t realize-I guess I didn’t realize you’d be so…so…” Ginny trailed off and they sat in silence for another few moments.

“Please, Gin? Dump him? I’d do anything.”

“I’ll try, Ron, but I’m not making any promises.”

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Draco Malfoy paced the confines of his dormitory. His hands were entwined together behind his back as his eyes concentrated solely on the floor.

“Damn Weasley,” he spat. “Bloody fucking woman. If Potter hadn’t weaseled about when we were talking, none of this mess would’ve happened!” He groaned out of anger, falling onto his bed and running his hands through his hair, for the umpteenth time that day. “It’s not like I even like her!” There was a flicker of doubt in his mind, which he quickly pushed away. “Of course I don’t like her! She’s a…She’s a…” but the words were lost on Draco’s tongue. He found it challenging to insult Ginny Weasley.

Ginny Weasley.

He let that sink in for a moment. He found it hard to insult Ginny Weasley. It wouldn’t be as hard to believe if it weren’t a Weasley. Of course, Ginny was a nice girl, pretty face, rather smart, but her family are the Weasleys: the poorest, lowliest, foulest family in Britain.

But Draco couldn’t stop feeling her lips on his.

Draco rested his elbows on his knees and sighed heavily. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“It’s open,” he uttered slowly.

“What’s up, mate? You sound like you’re on death row,” the familiar voice of Blaise Zabini echoed through the room. “Ginny got you down already?” Blaise took his nearby desk chair and straddled it, resting his arms across the back of it.

“No, it’s…” Draco sighed. “You’re my mate, right? You can keep a secret?”

“Depends,” Blaise responded, “how juicy is it?”

“Do you know how gay that sounded? Almost like one of those wretched Patil’s.” Blaise rolled his eyes and lobbed a nearby pillow at his head.

“Anyways, what’s this big secret?” he asked nonchalantly, thought it was obvious he wanted to know what Draco had to say.

“I-well…” Draco sighed again. “Me and Ginny Weasley aren’t dating.”

“But you guys were practically making out in the Entrance Hall!” he exclaimed, a bug-eyed expression plastered across his face.

“Yea, that’s what’s got me so confused…we’re pretending to date so I can get Parkinson off my back. She was great at first, but now she’s just so damn annoying now. But since we kissed today…” Draco trailed off. “Of course I always hated the Weasleys, but I forget every reason why when I think of Ginny. If you ask me, she’s the only one in the family that turned out right.”

Blaise looked lost in thought for a moment. “Why don’t you tell her you love her?”

“Because I don’t!” Draco exclaimed. Blaise rolled his eyes.

“They say step one of falling in love is denial,” Blaise responded. Draco closed his eyes for a minute, breathing deeply and letting his mind wander. He couldn’t help but think how much he hated being seventeen.

“I hate you, Zabini. I mean, I really don’t like the girl. I’m serious,” Draco responded, once again overcome with that flicker of doubt. Blaise tried to maintain a straight face but it broke into a smirk.

“Well maybe I could talk to her for you,” no sooner had these words escaped Blaise’s mouth did Draco give a loud snort.

“What would that do?” Draco asked. “Please, enlighten me.”

Blaise rolled his eyes and smirked. “It’s obvious she’s smitten with you. Open your eyes, Malfoy.”

Before Draco could answer, there was another round of knuckle raps on the door. “Bloody people!” he exclaimed to himself. “Leave me alone, will ya!” Draco sat up slowly and made his way towards the door.

“Mr. popularity, are you?” Blaise sneered jokingly.

“Oh shut up will you, you bloody-“ Draco countered as he opened the door, but stopped short, surprised to see Ginny standing in his doorway.

“Hi Draco,” she greeted, peering around the door to see Blaise. “Blaise.” Blaise nodded in greeting.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, trying to hide his curiosity.

“Come to shag him, have you? Don’t worry, I was just leaving,” Blaise responded innocently, though Draco was glaring at him.

“Zabini,” Draco warned. Blaise gave a little chuckle. Ginny slipped into the room and Draco slammed the door shut, still staring at Blaise. “Bloody bastard,” he muttered.

“Blaise, you can stay…I won’t be long,” Ginny responded.

“So then, why are you here?” Draco asked again.

“Well, I-” Ginny thought for a moment. “I guess I just need to tell you something.”

“I’m listening,” Blaise said, teetering his chair forward so it was resting on only two legs.

“Blaise!” Ginny and Draco exclaimed in unison. Blaise rolled his eyes, and did nothing more.

“My brother was-I’ve never seen him like this before. He was just-“ Ginny rubbed her tired eyes-“He wouldn’t move, he would only speak in a raspy tone. It scared me.” Draco nodded absently. “I think it might be best if we-er-“ she looked over to Blaise cautiously.

“He knows,” Draco explained. Ginny nodded in understanding.

“If we break off our deal. I can’t put my brother through this. I love him.” Ginny stumbled over her words.

“What the hell?” he muttered to himself. “Whatever.” Ginny was taken aback by his nonchalance, but quickly brushed it off.

“Back to old ways, then?” Ginny asked. Draco smirked.

“Yea,” he stuck out his hand for Ginny to shake. Once they had done that, Draco pushed her in the direction of his door. “Now get out of my room,” he replied with a hint of joking to his voice. Ginny smiled to herself before closing the door softly behind her. Back to normal was definitely the way she wanted things.

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The next morning, Sunday, the whole school had heard of Ginny and Draco’s supposed break-up.

“One day!” A seventh year Ravenclaw exclaimed as Ginny passed her by. “One bloody day!”

Ginny sat down next to Ron at the Gryffindor table. “Harry, Hermione, Ron,” she respectfully nodded to each of them. They nodded back, then diving into their previous conversations. Ron took a moment to look Ginny’s way. She looked up from her plate and their eyes met. He smiled softly at her. She smiled back.

“Thanks Gin. I love you, you know,” he said, pulling her into a soft hug.

“Ron, one: we’re in public and two: I can’t breathe.” Ron looked slightly taken aback but brushed it off, and began talking with Harry and Hermione again. Ginny sighed and began playing with her food. She had knots forming in her stomach ever since she went to bed the night before. She didn’t know why. She brushed it off at first as her time of the month, but realized that couldn’t have possibly been it, as she had just had it a week ago. She went to Madam Pomfrey who suggested it was only nerves. She had given her a potion to settle her stomach, but it hasn’t yet worked.

“Ginny,” Harry called, bringing her back to reality. “Earth to Ginny?” Ginny snapped up and realized that Harry had been trying to call her.

“Yeah?” she asked, almost no emotion to her tone.

“You alright, you look a bit off,” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just nerves,” she responded, not only trying to convince him, but to convince herself. She realized the knots in her stomach weren’t just nerves. She just wished it wasn’t so.

Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table, “Blaise,” Draco snarled angrily, slapping his hand on the table making the dishes around them clatter.

“What, Malfoy?” Blaise retorted, standing up and looking Draco fiercely in the eyes. Blaise rarely ever got angry, but when he did, there would be hell to pay. “Just because you’re being a wuss and won’t admit to yourself that you love the fucking Weasley, you’re getting angry at me?”

“I do not love her,” Draco repeated from the previous night, through gritted teeth. His fists were unconsciously clenching and unclenching under the table.

“You keep telling yourself that! But don’t expect me to help you when you come crawling, wanting her back!” Blaise shouted. Blaise then stormed from the Slytherin table. Draco slammed his fist on the table again. By this time, the whole Hall had fell deadly silent. Draco cursed to himself and ran after Blaise. They caught up in the Entrance Hall, so they were still visible. They could not be heard as well, but they looked about to fly off the rocket when Blaise socked Draco right in the jaw. He stumbled a bit, clutching his jaw. He retaliated, punching Blaise square in the face. Blaise just got even angrier and completely went psycho on Draco. Ginny was horrified when he slump to the ground, as a battle between her heart and her mind raged.

Help him, her heart surged.

If you do, your brother’s gonna get pissed! Her mind reminded her.

Don’t care about Ron! You love Draco, don’t you?

No you don’t! You hate that slimy little ferret! Her mind argued.

That’s what you think, but what do you know?

Everything, I’m her mind.

Eventually, her heart had won the battle and she flew up form her seat, ready to help him.

“Are you ok?” she asked him, as she landed on her knees beside him. She picked his head up, and examined the tiny bruises. Ginny conjured a damp cloth and began pressing it to his lip.

“Dab Zabeny,” Draco tried to say, but the cloth prevented him from making any sense. “Fucbing libble bitch, thibks he knows eberyting.”

“Stop talking. You’ll make your lip swell even more.” Ginny lifted off the cloth and examined it. She cringed slightly, and Draco tried his best to frown.

“Dat bwad?” he asked. Ginny nodded.

“Seems like you won’t be snogging Parkinson for quite awhile,” she joked.

“Har-bwoody-ha!” he said sarcastically. Ginny pushed back a lock of hair, and lifted his head with her forearm.

“You are one bloody dolt, you know that? Don’t you know never to get into a fight with Zabini?” Ginny asked him, dabbing at the small cuts on his face.

“I do now,” he said, cringing with the pain of his lip. Madam Pomfrey bustled up to them, as well as a few other teachers.

“Back off Miss Weasley,” she said. Ginny stepped backwards as two teachers helped him up, and began guiding him towards the hospital wing. Ginny clutched the bloody cloth in her hand, and began wringing it.

Ginny Weasley, you’re in trouble.

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6. Of Ferrets and Weasels

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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.