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Chapter Two
After dinner the next day, Ginny headed towards the library, dragging her feet. It had been a hard day. Since she had spent those stupid hours staring at the fire in the common room, intermittently reliving their strange truce and conversation, none of her homework was done. She had resolved to work hard tonight to make it all up. Hence the library.
However, as she rounded the corner where they kept the tables for studying, she realized that this was going to be wholly impossible. Because sitting at the table she and her friends used was none other than Draco Malfoy (and a few of those Slytherin goons).
"Shit," she muttered under her breath. Now she really wasn't going to get that Potions paper done. Snape would fail her for sure.
But he looked so gorgeous in that freaking tie…Bad Ginny! He's a friend!
Well, if he was going to be near her, she might as well take the bull by the horns. There was an open space next to Draco. Taking a deep breath to steady her fluttering nerves, she plonked down next to him.
Only to be met with his Number One Most Evil Look.
"What's with the look?" she asked curiously. Had she said something last night to make him pissed at her like this? But no, he had left before her. That still didn't explain the Grade A Evil Glare he was giving her.
"I merely thought that the section for the dirt poor was over there," he sneered at her, pointing to a table where a few spotty Hufflepuffs and smelly Ravenclaws were hunched over with their books. Pansy Parkinson tittered.
"Oh Drakie, you're so funny," she squealed. Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Git, Weaselette," he snapped at Ginny while attempting to extricate himself from Pansy's, er, roaming hands. Blaise Zabini, another seventh year, stifled a laugh at Pansy's behavior.
Fighting both her anger and her choking tears, she settled at an empty table two rows away. Ginny bit her lip, trying not to let the Slytherins have the satisfaction of seeing her break down over Advanced Potion-Making. When she had calmed down suitably, she chanced a glance up at Draco.
All the other Slytherins had evidently quieted and commenced to study, but not Draco. As soon as she looked up, he looked away with the characteristic glance of those who had been staring at somebody for a long, long time. She continued to look at him, brows raised until he met her eyes again.
He looked down at a notebook, then scribbled something with a quill and tapped the parchment with his wand. Unbeknownst to the Slytherin table, a bewitched paper airplane made its way under a forest of tables to where Ginny was sitting alone. It nudged her leg.
It read:
Sorry about that, Gin, but you know how we Slytherins can be.
Quickly she scrawled her reply:
That's no excuse.
He rolled his eyes at her when he saw her response. This time it took a bit longer for him to send the little airplane.
I realize that. I said I was sorry, didn't I? If you're really miffed about it, I'll make it up to you. Don't leave the library until we've all gone. Then walk up to the tapestry depicting Godfrey the Gormless getting dismembered on the third floor. I'll be waiting to thank you properly.
After that there were no more notes. Ginny did her Potions and part of her Arithmancy before getting bored and doodling a bit in her notebook. Only when she realized that she had drawn a heart with the words GW+DM Forever in it (which she promptly scrubbed out with her eraser) did she stop and check to see if the Slytherins had gone yet.
With a start, she realized that their table was deserted. They must have left awhile ago. Ginny quickly gathered up her things and practically ran to the "Godfrey the Gormless" tapestry. Once there, she dropped her bag on the ground and leaned against the wall to catch her breath.
After a few minutes of inspecting the rather gruesome tapestry, she came to the disappointing conclusion that Draco simply wasn't there. Boys were simply horrid, she decided. Turning to leave, she marched past a bust of the same Godfrey as on the tapestry when a pair of arms pulled her into an alcove.
It was Draco, his eyes staring into her own. She felt her heart melt at once, but she still had to keep up her pride. "What the hell was that about earlier?" she demanded, poking his chest with one long nail. "First you offer me a truce, then you insult me! At least give me consistency!"
He looked a little wounded. "I said I would say I'm sorry."
"I don't hear an apology."
Draco smirked at her annoyingly but still sexily. Bad Ginny! Bad! "Oh, this isn't an apology you hear."
"Fine then, show me." She glared at him. He was still smirking.
"Here goes then." He turned around and tapped the bust of Godfrey on the head twice. A small piece of Godfrey's scalp began to rise in a cylinder from the center of his head. Draco twisted it. A door grew out of the stone like it had always been there, and they entered hand in hand (Bad Ginny! Don't think about that! BAD BAD BAD!).
It was a small room, but very comfortable. There were silver end tables scattered around and a number of dark red sofas. "I thought that we could meet in the middle for decorations, and red and green is a bit like Christmas, so this is the closest I got," Draco said while beaming at her.
Ginny gaped. "How do you know about this place?"
He shrugged. "I'm Head Boy. They tell you all sorts of things when you're a prefect."
"Doesn't that mean that Hermione knows too?" Hermione was Head Girl.
He shrugged unworriedly. "It's probably against the rules, and she'd never `break the law.' Priss."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Where's my apology?"
He looked at her, mock-confused. "What, giving you a room isn't enough?"
"Well, I have a room now. What do I do with it?"
"It's really the only place we can talk without being seen by any of our Houses. Except Hermione," he amended.
She flung herself down on a couch and glared up at him. "So. Talk."
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Minutes later, or maybe hours, they were lying together on the couch. Ginny's feet were up by Draco's shoulders, and his feet were propped up next to her head on the armrest. Draco was holding her hand, which made her blush a bit. She was glad that he was looking at the ceiling for this reason.
He spoke up. "So have you and Potter ever-"
She clapped her hands over her ears. "La la la la la la la. Not listening to whatever you're talking about, you wanker."
Draco pulled her hands away from her ears. "I was merely going to ask if you and Potter ever talked like we do."
"You're still a wanker, Malfoy."
There was a short, slightly awkward silence. Then he spoke. "Why do you call me that?"
"What, wanker?"
"No," he said, laughing, "Malfoy. Why do you call me Malfoy?"
"Well, you call my brothers Weasley, don't you?" she said.
"Not the same thing," he responded in a sing-song voice. "They're not my friends, are they? At least not last I checked."
God, his eyes were so gorgeous. His lips looked so kissable right then…Bad Ginny! He's a friend! Bad Ginny!
But Harry started out as just a friend, said a small, weaselly voice inside her.
Doesn't make that any more right, replied the larger righteous portion of her brain.
Ginny yawned. Draco looked at her carefully. "Tired?"
"Um, not really," she said. Then she yawned again, which sort of ruined the effect.
"We should be going back. It's getting late."
When they exited the secret room, Draco scooped up her bag and books, groaning at the weight. "What do you keep in here, anvils?" he grunted.
"Ha. Ha. You can't be seen with me near Gryffindor Tower, you idiot! They'll all know we're…friends. Go back to the dungeons," she whispered, in case any teachers or murderous caretaker's cats were around.
"I can at least walk you back to the seventh-floor corridor, then I'll turn around and go back," he whispered back to her.
With a sigh, Ginny and Draco began what was going to be the first of many walks back through the school at night. It was only later, when Ginny was curled up in bed, that she realized that Draco had had to walk down at least seven flights of stairs to get to his dorm after he had walked her to hers.
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