Gaining Memories
A/N: Nothin' to say really ...
Chapter 3 - Slytherin snack time
There's no other way
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Ginny seriously was already in her midlife crisis. Her face looked like a bomb had hit her and she was glaring at her brother who had the same symptoms. You would think; Oh, just another Weasley temper fights. But, with the most utterly bizarre reason ever to be invented. Who would thought that Ginny Weasley would stand up for Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy?
"I don't care he has amnesia, I don't want you to go and be in his company. Much less be his girlfriend." Ron said angrily, gritting his teeth.
"You are in no position to say that Ronald Weasley! This poor bloke has - "
"Poor? Draco Malfoy is not poor!" Ron interrupted her. Ginny swelled with anger and stomped his foot.
"Just listen you git! You will play along as if he is really my boyfriend. You will not owl any of our family members or I will unleash the wrath of Ginny Weasley on you," Ginny threatened, ignoring the way Ron was groaning in pain every time she stomped his foot when he did not listen.
"For now, Draco Malfoy is my boyfriend. Therefore you will not do him any harm, hex him or play practical jokes on him. Just ignore him for the time being. When this is all over, you can kick his arse for even getting a bludger against his head and getting me in this mess." That seemed to ease up her brother.
"But it's Malfoy! He'll hurt you and take advantage of you!" Ron defended, not believing his little sister is telling him to ignore Malfoy.
"Malfoy has been nothing but nice to me ever since he woke up, Ron. So I trust him to not take any advantage of me. Besides, I can hex him if he does anything that I don't like," Ginny spat, hands on her hips.
"But you're a girl Ginny, you're not strong enough!" That was a really bad thing to say to a girl Weasley.
"You ego prat replica-of-Malfoy git!" Ginny screamed at him and wacked him over the head with her hand while taking out her wand and putting a silencing curse on him.
Ron was gaping like a fish, trying to speak but no sound was formed. Ginny tapped her foot on the ground, glaring at him.
"Will you accept my decision?" she threatened more than asked. Ron gave up talking and glared back at her.
"Will you play along that he is my boyfriend?" No reaction.
"Will you leave everything up to me?" This time Ron's mouth opened, but still no sound came out of it. "Ron."
Her brother nodded and folded his arms, mad at his sister for cursing him. Ginny removed the silencing curse and waited for a reaction.
"You can still kick his arse though when everything is over," Ginny helped, hoping to let him say anything.
Well, though he's still red and there was practically steam coming from out of his ears, he was calmed down a little bit at the mention of kicking Malfoy.
"How long will this go on?" he asked, still angry.
There was something Ginny had not thought about. How long was she supposed to be his girlfriend? How long would Ginny have to act this silly thing? She had no idea.
"I don't know," she answered truthfully. And there came the infamous Weasley temper again. Ron had gone ballistic.
"You don't know? How can you not know! Merlin Ginny, what if he never will remember the truth!?" Ron yelled, pulling his red hair.
"Just two simple words; Dump Him," said Ginny, hoping Ron would let it go. It seemed to work, but he still had that look on face. One that still said he was going to kill Malfoy.
"Why can't you dump him right now?"
"Pomfrey says it will cause permanently delucions or something like that. Even though I hate Malfoy, I don't want him to be an even bigger pshyco than he already is."
"But, but - but," Ron was searching for words, for arguments that she would not date Malfoy and dump him or something. Ginny smiled evilly and left her brother at a loss of words. She snook out of the Gryffindor common room and looked down to check herself. She was in her pajamas, containing an old shirt of Ron that said; Chudley Cannons.
Clearing her mind off of Ron Ginny sneaked all the way down to the kitchens. It didn't really matter she was running around late at night in her old shirt. Because every student in their right mind would probably be asleep or just in their common room.
The familiar portrait came in sight as she tickled the pear. The portrait opened and she was about to enter the kitchens when she heard someone calling her.
"Weasley!" It sounded a lot like Draco Malfoy. Wait, did he just called her by her last name again? Ginny turned around to see Malfoy in his normal school robes. She suddenly felt very exposed.
"Weasley?" she repeated, trying to ignore the blush that crept upon her face. Malfoy stood there for a moment, baffled.
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking I guess," he said and scratched his head. Maybe he was just remembering. Please remember that I am not your girlfriend!
"I wanted to talk to you about something," Malfoy stated and Ginny noticed he was feeling uncomfortable around her. Did he had something nerve breaking to say, or was it just that he could see her knickers? Eww, he can't see my knickers!
Ginny unconsciously straightened her shirt so that it reached over her knees. Merlin, how was she supposed to act around Malfoy, now that he was supposed to be her boyfriend? All she ever wanted was a midnight snack.
"Well I - hey are those houselves?" Malfoy abruptly changed the subject as he was gazing into the hole where the portrait once was.
Ginny stood next to him and raised her eyebrows. "Don't tell me you've never been to the kitchens before!"
Malfoy glanced at her. "I always thought the kitchens where somewhere near the dungeons."
There was an uncomfortable silence between them before Ginny's stomache made it's appearing. She felt her face heat up and quickly turned away from Malfoy.
"I'm famished, let's get something to eat." And without another word she entered the kitchens, hoping Malfoy would just leave and not follow her. Alas, Malfoy followed her in the kitchens and sneered at all the houselves running around the place. Then one houself came up to them and asked what they needed.
"I'll have a turkey sandwich, thanks," said Ginny and turned to Malfoy. He raised his eyebrows and looked from Ginny to the houself.
"Butterbeer," was his short reply. The houself bowed and ran out of sight. Ginny bit her lip, glancing at the blond boy who was standing next to her.
"What is it that you wanted to talk about, Mal - Draco?" If she was going to pretend she was his girlfriend, she had to stop using his last name.
"Right." He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over each other, his grey eyes looking into her own brown ones, giving her chills on her back. Draco Malfoy could be very intimidating if he wanted.
"With this amnesia thing going on, I think I may have lost my memories of our relationship," he said uneasy, afraid that Ginny would blow up.
Fool. You can't remember them because we have no memories together! "That's okay," was the only thing Ginny could say at him.
He pushed himself off of the wall and made two long strides towards Ginny and pulled him into her arms. Ginny's heart suddenly sped up as she gazed into his grey eyes. It turned her off thinking this was Draco Malfoy who was holding her, yet it appealed to her too.
"I know I'm not supposed, but can you tell me everything?" he softly whispered to her.
"About what?" Ginny asked. It felt like she couldn't breathe anymore, maybe he was holding her to tight.
"About us," he finished, pulling her even closer. Ginny could sense this was the perfect moment for them to snog, but she had morals. As Malfoy was leaning in more, Ginny backed away as far as she could. Thank Merlin he had his eyes closed.
"Your orders Miss and Mister," came the saving houself who had the turkey sandwich and the butterbeer.
Ginny gladly broke free from his embrace and swooped up the turkey Sandwich, immediately taking a bite from it so that Malfoy could not snog her randomly or something. Besides, she really was famished.
Malfoy did not notice that Ginny was avoiding him and took the butterbeer, taking slow sips as he watched Ginny trying to stuff as many turkey into her mouth as she could.
It was the first time she heard him really laugh. A laugh that lifted up her heart and let it hover above her head for a moment. A laugh she could get used to.
Malfoy looked at her and smiled. "You look adorable," he complimented her.
Ginny tried to snort between all her food stuffed into her mouth but decided to leave it as it was. She studied herself. A short hand-me-down shirt, her flaming red hair sticking out in all kinds of directions, her mouth full of food, her face full of food. He must be kidding.
She swallowed the chunk of food in her mouth and whippet her face with her sleeve, grinning at Malfoy.
"How long have we been dating?" he suddenly asked. Ginny perked up her ears. "Excuse me?"
"How long have we been together, Ginny?" he repeated, but nicely. Ginny wondered if this was really the Draco Malfoy that was standing before her eyes. But there was no time to think about that, he was asking her how long they have been together.
Blast it, bloody blast it all. Why couldn't it be like; what's your middle name? But nooo, he wants to know how long we have been dating.
Ginny quickly took another bite from her sandwich and tried to think of something. Think Ginny, you're always good at lying, now say something.
"Well, we have been dating ever since you asked me out," was the first thing she could came up with. It was lame, and she knew it.
"Ow," said Malfoy, wiggling his eyebrows at her that had a strange effect on her. "And when precisely did I asked you out?"
If he didn't had this amnesia thing going on, she would have easily thrown her sandwich in his smirking pointy face.
"Let me think - It was on September third," she lied easily. She rolled her eyes mentally, why she had picked out a date where Charlie was born on was beyond her.
Malfoy nodded and started circling around her, as if he was some Muggle detective, trying to get all the answers out of her. But all he would get were lies.
"Have we shagged yet?"
That question caused Ginny to choke on her sandwich and started coughing like mad, trying to get that chunk of food out of her throat. Her creamy white skin started to turn into blue. Tears were swelling up in her eyes because she couldn't breathe anymore.
Suddenly, she could feel a pair of arms around her waist, pulling a Heimlich grip on her. Within two tries she spit out the chunk of food as it hurled towards an unexpected Dobby. Ginny was left speechless as it took the poor houself completely down and she turned to look at Malfoy, who was probably having the same thoughts.
"Are you okay?" There was that question again, did he really cared about her that much? Well, she was choking just moments before.
"Yes. Let's get out of here before they start to suspect we killed a houself," Ginny said seriously, her eyes fixed on the unconscious Dobby.
Without waiting for a reply from Malfoy, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the kitchens before he could notice it was his former houself. Once outside Malfoy had this smug expression on his face, clearly stating he was having so much fun because she was embarrassed to death.
He leaned in close to her ear, so close she could feel his breath. "I take that as a no."
Ginny glared at him and playfully slapped his arm. "Ouch, that hurt!" he mocked her, rubbing over his arm, his lips in a pout.
Ginny could not help but laugh at him. Imagine that, Draco Malfoy who insulted the Weasleys, was now joking with her and pouting. Soon Malfoy joined her with laughing. Again, she felt her heart floating somewhere above and smiled at him. It dawned on her that Malfoy wasn't really that bad, he just had this split personality or something.
And as unexpected as he was, he pulled Ginny in his arms again and drew her face closer, to kiss her. Ginny felt herself blush and quickly turned her head so that his lips made contact with his cheeks. She smiled meekly at him and pulled out of his arms.
"I have to go back or else my brother will kill me, that's for sure," she stuttered a bit nervously.
Malfoy nodded and gave her a smile. "Good night then."
Ginny smiled back, having a nice Malfoy is better then the smirking one. "Yeah, good night."
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She could just feel it. They were all talking about her, looking in her direction and laughing at her back when she passed them. Pointing and laughing at someone was not cool, certainly when that someone was Ginny Weasley. She hated the students from Hogwarts now, they really had to make a big deal out of it now that she was Malfoy's girlfriend.
Ginny roughly sat down at the Gryffindor table, poured some milk into a cup and quickly drank it up. She tried to ignore the feeling that a thousand of people were holding daggers up her throat. Ginny glared at her mashed potatoes and poked it with her fork.
And if it couldn't get any more worse, Draco Malfoy decided to come to morning breakfast. The whispering around her increased as everyone turned to look at Malfoy. He calmly walked to the Slytherin table, but to everyone's surprise, surpassed it and reached the Gryffindor table. Oh no, please Malfoy go away before you make things worse.
Malfoy stopped for a moment and glared at each and every student that was looking at him.
"What are you all looking at?" he sneered at them. She had gotta hand it to the bloke; he could handle the pressure very well as she saw everyone return to their breakfast.
She must have looked very silly to him; an expression on her face that said something like `Merlin, some super famous popstar is coming over to me'. Malfoy stopped when he had reached her and sat down next to her.
"Good morning," he said casually as he smiled to her. Ginny just nodded and hoped he would be gone soon. "I see you're not the morning person," he joked and stroked her cheek. She had the urge to poke his arse with her fork and make him feel like a pig. Not like that was going to happen.
"See you after class," he stated and stood up, walking to the Slytherin table and continue his breakfast there.
Ginny let out a breath she didn't knew she was holding back. She glanced up a couple of times to look at Malfoy, sometimes catching him looking at her. It wondered around her mind; did he really liked her or did he believed he liked her?
After she had two double of Potions hours, lunch broke and she hoped Malfoy had forgotten his promise about `seeing you after class'. Therefore it didn't really surprised her when he pulled her out of the Great Hall. Just her bad luck.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, a bit nervous. What if he was trying to kill her and dump her body in the lake?
"Out," he said and smiled at her, holding her hand and pulling her with him outside. It was actually a pretty descent day for Fall. It wasn't raining or anything, still it was a little cold. Ginny felt her cheeks turn to red, but not out of anger or embarrassment.
Malfoy led them to a tree were a little blanket was neatly placed on the ground. A little picnic basket was leaning against the tree. Malfoy seated himself on the blanket and pulled out two butterbeers out of the basket. Ginny stood there with a loss of words.
Draco Malfoy planned a picnic for the two of them? Well, who would have known, Draco Malfoy knows how to plan his lunches. Ginny giggled and sat down opposite of him.
"Who knew you would plan on having a picnic in Fall," she smiled at him, brushing some red hair behind her ear.
"Yes, because the field is overly crowded when it's Summer or Spring."
"True. But now I may get a cold or something," Ginny said and feigned a shiver. She looked at the basket, wondering what he had brought with him. Malfoy seemed to catch on and placed the two butterbeers on the blanket, then opening the basket and taking out two sandwiches.
"That's all you brought?" she asked, eyeing the two wrapped up sandwiches, yet still wondering what was in it.
"Well, the houselves didn't want to give me more, so this was all I could get," Malfoy shrugged, grabbing a sandwich and peeling of the paper it revealed a turkey sandwich. How ironic.
"Enjoy your meal," he smirked, biting off his sandwich. Even though she was supposed to be his girlfriend, sometimes the old Malfoy would just pop up.
"When I asked you out, where did we go?" Malfoy decided to randomly ask. Ginny narrowed her eyes at him but quickly replaced it with a smile. Be smart, be like a Weasley.
"Well, guess," she smiled, hoping he would go for the bait. Malfoy looked up at the sky and grinned.
"I bet I took you out to Hogsmeade, to go shop in the Quidditch store." And he took the bite. I'm just so clever.
"That's right. You took me out to go see some broomsticks," said Ginny and took a bite of her sandwich.
Malfoy raised his eyebrows at her. "You sound a little disappointed. I thought you liked Quidditch?" Where he got that from she did not know, but it was true.
"Yes I love it, but on a date I expect something more then observing some broomstick," she said truthfully. It was really weird talking about a date that never took place.
"Then it's settled," he grinned at her. Ginny did not like how he grinned at her, or that mischievous glint in his eyes. But soon she forgot it as she started shivering from the cold.
"It's cold," she stated, hugging herself for warmth. "Well, come sit next to me," Malfoy said, patting his hand next to him.
Ginny mentally shook her head. "Nuh-uh! You come sit next to me, it's the same distance," she said childishly but didn't care. He smiled at how innocent she acted.
"But if you sit next to me, you're closer to the basket," he offered, pointing at the brown thing that was behind him.
"Why should I care if I'm closer to the basket or not?"
"Because there's another spare blanket in it," he pointed out and smirked at her. "Oh," said Ginny and crawled on her knees towards him, sitting next to him but very far apart.
Malfoy opened the basket and took a long green warm looking blanket out of it. He smiled, scooted over to Ginny and threw the blanket over the both of them. Somehow, Ginny didn't mind that she was being squashed to death in his chest. The warmth was soothing and safety over washed her as she felt his arms sneak around her waist. Who knew she could feel safe under a blanket with Draco Malfoy.
If anyone walked by and saw the blond and redhead under one blanket, he would have thought they were a couple. For a moment there, Ginny thought they were a real couple as she leaned her head against his well toned muscular chest. They sat in silence, enjoying each others company.
"Now did we shag or not?"
"You just had to spoil the moment, didn't you?"
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