When You Find You Don't Entirely Hate Their Company
The second sign is really the simplest one, but at the same time it also very complex.
Honestly woman, could you be any less understandable?
I am perfectly understandable. It is not my fault that your brain is so unbelievably miniscule that you are incapable of normal human intelligence.
Oh, look at that, you decided to go off and find yourself a better vocabulary and different insults.
Ugh, you are such an idiot.
You do know that you've told me that exact statement so many times that it has completely lost all meaning.
Anyway, the second sign is friendship.
I prefer to think of it as…not entirely hating a person's company.
*Throws hands in air.* There you go again with your ludicrous statements.
Well, I realised that for some reason I have no way to explain, I didn't actually mind talking to you. And you weren't a total bore.
Really? Because I was completely bored. You are really mundane company.
Ouch, *places hand over heart in mock pain* that truly hurt Gin. I may never recover.
*Rolls eyes.* Idiot.
I've just realised you are in love with that word as a well.
Is it my fault that that one word describes you ever-so perfectly? It would be a crime not to use it in the proper occasions.
You say it all the time.
Well, you act like an idiot all the time. Do you understand why that word is used now?
I don't know why I put up with this.
Because you are madly in love with me.
Well, I suppose you could call it that.
And what would you call it Draco?
The day-I seemingly-up-and-decided-to-disregard-all-common-sense-and-logic-for-a-patheitc-and-idiotic-Weasley.
See not only is my way, far easier to say, it also has less words.
Yes, and we all know that unless your screaming something, words are your worst enemy.
Oh, please.
Perhaps we should get back to the point Gin?
You're the one who distracted me.
As if, you just had to rant about how much you adore me, and I wasn't going to be the one to deny you that small luxury.
Of course, Draco. Of course.
Anyway this builds up the love of every person. The insanity. And just so you know it was Ginny Weasley's fault.
My fault! You're the one who started it!
Well, you just had to look so sad and hungry...
Oh, whatever
Draco groaned as he roused. His head was beating madly; it felt like some idiot had grabbed a brick and pelted him with it repeatedly.
It was not a good feeling.
And the fact that someone was screaming really, really, loud was not helping soothe his head at all.
"…prat! I think I am allowed to visit someone in the hospital wing, thank you very much!"
Draco opened his eyes letting the harsh bright sunlight enter. Not that he needed to open his eyes to know who was screaming. Only one female on earth could ever usher such a loud screech, and that included his mother.
And that my friends, is saying something.
The mere fact that Ginny Weasley could scream louder than his mother was terrifying. Though he was slightly intrigued at whom she was yelling at. The little red-head was always screaming her head off at some poor student. Really, if anyone had to endure Ginevra Weasley screeching at the top of her lungs they had suffered plenty. Just like he thought Ginny was standing not too far from where he was laying telling off another red head.
Potter's side-kick - Weasley.
Although Weasley didn't seem to be affected by Ginny's screams on bit, in fact he started yelling at her too.
It was rather tiring and he was about to tell them to get the hell out when he realised exactly where he was.
Bloody hell. He was in the hospital wing. Draco frowned trying to figure out what had happened to get him stuck in there. The last thing he remembered was eating with Ginny by the lake…If he didn't know any better he'd probably blame Ginny for him being here. But after eating with her for the past two weeks by that lake he'd learned something about the littlest Weasley. And he didn't really think she would stick him in here.
Ginny fumed as Ron kept badgering her about "illicit affairs….Malfoy…whores…" she really didn't care. All she wanted to do was make sure if Draco was okay, but Ron had to come and make a big deal about it. He came in screaming saying rather stupid things.
Really and he wondered why she didn't tell him that she'd been eating dinner with Draco for the past week.
It was actually funny how she started eating with him…Comical. He'd apparently seen her sitting by birch tree by the lake every single day during dinner. So one afternoon he marched up and started yelling at her about "proper eating habits". He'd pretty much just started insulting her about not eating, as if it was the worst crime in the world. It's not like she had an eating disorder or anything. In reality she'd just been trying to hide from Ron. Every time she went to go eat dinner he'd start pestering her about something. It got annoying. And if eating dinner meant enduring another of Ronald Weasley's pointless rants, Ginevra Weasley was perfectly willing to bypass that meal. This of course she had explained to Draco later. Somehow they just both started eating outside together by the lake. But today…
Something happened. They'd been eating one minute; the next Draco was the floor. Unconscious. She'd been terribly worried something horrible had happened and rushed him off to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey assured her it was nothing serious then ushered her out the door.
Shoved her was more like it.
And now, the very first chance she got to see if he was okay, Ron comes barging in like he owns the plays. Illicit affairs. Yeah, right.
"Ginny are you listening!!?"
"No." she replied bluntly.
"Ugh! Gin I can't get through to you! I can't believe you're here visiting him" Ron spat out the word him as if it was the worst thing in the world. "And I thought those muffins were a good idea…"
Ginny blinked. Muffins? Ginny's mind snapped back to the blueberry muffins that her mum had sent over. They had been sitting nicely on her bed and Ginny thought it would be a good idea for her and Draco to eat them at their `picnic dinners'… "Ron, do tell me. What muffins?"
Ron turned a bright tomato red.
Ginny was outraged. `RON! YOU POISONED HIM!!"
Draco sat up as this sentence registered in his head. Weasley had poisoned the muffins Ginny had brought. Weasley had poisoned him. Oh, he didn't care how much Ginny was going to yell at him, as soon as Draco was done with him, they'd be asking `whatever happened to that poor Ronald Weasley?'
Ginny's voice broke his thoughts "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!! WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD!!"
"Yeah, Weasley," He drawled angrily "What the hell were you thinking!?"
Both red-heads faced him. "I was thinking, Malfoy, that I want you to stay the hell away from my sister."
"RON!" Ginny belted out again "I can hang out with whoever the hell I please! And I don't want you POISONING any of the people I choose to hang out with!!!"
Weasley completely ignored his sister "And if you are near her again I will do more than poison you." He menaced.
"If I could walk right now Weasley, you'd be on one of these hospital beds yourself."
Weasley glared at him and grabbed Ginny's arm forcefully "C'mon Gin, we're leaving."
"I AM NOT LEAVING RONALD WEASLEY!!"
He could see Weasley whisper something to Ginny, but that apparently only infuriated her more. "LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!!"
"He's a MALFOY Gin! What could you possibly e doing with him!"
"Oh like you know anything about Malfoys!"
"I know they're all lousy gits!"
"Oh whatever Ron!" She exclaimed angrily. Then in a very sever grave tone she half-whispered, half-yelled at him "I like him. He's not a bad person. He is my friend. So, now I could appreciate it if you get OUT and quit poisoning my friends!!"
Weasley looked as if he was about to explode, he gritted his teeth and as Draco thought, wisely, decided to leave.
Ginny turned, completely red-faced to face him. Then in a soft mumble she spoke "Sorry, my brother's a git." She sat cross-legged on the edge of the crisp hospital bed "Are you okay?"
Draco grinned cheekily. "I'm your friend?"
She rolled her eyes. "Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"If you quit acting like an idiot I may have to consider it an option."
You know, I'd completely forgotten about that.
About what?
Your idiot brother poisoned me, and I never did get him back…
You ordered Nott to hit the bludger Ron's way ever chance he could get during the next quidditch game and you yourself snatched the bat from his hands and started reprimanding him for no hitting hard enough and aiming right. You smacked the bludger straight as his face rendering him useless for that particular game.
Oh yeah… Weasley was in hospital wing for a week.
You broke his skull.
So? He poisoned me, are we really going to point fingers here?
He poisoned you because he was worried about me. What's your excuse?
I broke his skull for not trusting you to make good decisions and not leaving you alone. Oh! And for poisoning the love of your life.
Whatever.
*Smirks* I win.
Sure…
See, what I mean? Friendship is a very bad thing. It leads to being poisoned.
And to breaking someone's skull.
Actually, I'm curious. How did your brother manage to only poison me? You ate the muffins as well.
Apparently he convinced Hermione into helping him "practice potions" She told him of a spell that could be used on certain potions that can render some people immune to a potion or make everyone immune but one.
And you really think Granger didn't want to see me poisoned?
I didn't say that did I? Hermione isn't stupid. I'm sure she realised what Ron was doing, and I'm also sure she was absolutely willing to poison the idiot who would always curse random people for fun.
*Sigh. Acts devastated.* Everyone hates me.
*Rolls eyes.* And here I thought everyone loved you.
Oh don't worry darling, they do. It's just some people are just jealous of my ravishing good looks, talent, and immense fortune.
*Shakes head sadly.* I know it is such a shame people can't put aside their petty jealousy to see how truly amazing you are.
I know terrible isn't it?
*Starts laughing.* Oh shut up.
A/N: Okay, I'm sorry this one took me awhile, but I've been immersed in all the homework. Okay, well that was truly my fault; I should have waited `till last minute but…I always do. The little flashback also took me forever to write, I couldn't find the right thing to put in. At first I thought I'd do a scene where they're eating at one of their "picnic dinners" but that seemed so boring. And I being the avid procrastinator I am started reading some Ginny-Draco fanfics, and one think I noticed a lot was that in most G/D stories they always have statements like "it's not going to bite" or "it's not poison" (or something along those lines.) So I figured what if it was poison? And this was the result. Tell me what you think.
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