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The rest of Ginny's afternoon was blissfully quiet. She sat in her dorm room furiously doing homework so she could have the night free to spend with Draco. Their relationship was rocky and undefined, but Ginny was more then willing to but in the time and effort to see what could happen.
Checking the clock, she saw that she still had half an hour to get to Potions class. Grabbing her cauldron and her book Ginny headed downstairs to take a leisurely walk to the dungeons. When she made it to the common room she saw Ron sitting in front of the fire. "Hey," Ginny called out.
Turning around Ron smiled, "Hey Gin-Gin, woo aren't you late for class?"
"Naw I still have thirty minutes. Ronald Weasely can't you read a clock."
Ron pointed at the wall behind her. "Virginia Weasely, can't you read the clock?" Huffing Ginny turned around to prove her brother wrong, but unfortunately, the clock did indeed show she only had five minutes before the start of her Potions class.
"Shit on Merlin's pointy toed shoes," Ginny exclaimed running out of the portrait hole. 'That is the absolute last time I freeze my bloody clock,' Ginny thought as she raced down the stairs.
'I'm late; I'm late for a very important date. Stupid Alice and Wonderland,' Ginny grumbled mentally. 'Like I would ever even think of going on a date with Snape,' *shudders* Catching her breath outside the dungeon door, Ginny gently knocked. Turning the handle she tiptoed inside, contemplating the number of points Snape would take away from Gryffindor for her tardiness, and how many cauldrons and floors she would have to scrub before her detention was over.
No lecture came, however, and Ginny raised her head, flipping her hair and tucking it behind her ear. Her eyes met with a pair of stormy grey ones. "Oh bloody hell," Ginny tipped her head back and looked at the ceiling. "Why me Lord? Why? Is it because I put itching powder in Ron's shorts; is that why you are punishing me like this." The whole class, even the Slytherins, started to chuckle at her remarks.
"Cute Miss. Weasely. Very cute indeed, but does the sign next to the front gate say Hogwarts school of Lame Comedic Actors and Actresses? I thought not, now have a seat," Draco said getting a few chuckles of his own.
Ginny stepped behind his teachers desk, as if she was about to talk back to him. "Yes sir," She said, snapping a salute with one hand, while discreetly attempting to freeze just his feet with the other.
"Miss. Weasely, your classmates are attempting to make a paralysis potion. You can gather your ingredients out of the potions cupboard," Draco attempted to step around the desk but found that he couldn't move his legs from the knee down. His lips bowed down into a scowl. "Weasely!" The whole class, with the exception of Ginny raised their heads, wide eyed at his cry. "Since you were tardy you will work up here, under my scrutiny."
Rising as if she didn't have a care in the world, Ginny snagged her cauldron and went to join Draco in front of the class. "Unfreeze my legs right now," Draco hissed under his breath. Biting her lower lip to keep from giggling Ginny raised her eyes to meet his.
"You're such a baby you know that?" she hissed back softly. Wiggling her fingers underneath the table she allowed Draco the ability to use his legs again.
"That hurts me deeply Weasely."
That trademark Malfoy smirk broke out across his face. "Change of plans Virginia. I want you to make the antidote to the paralysis potion, and no books." Grabbing her Potions book Draco slid it to the other side of the table where it was out of her reach.
Ginny's mouth curved into a smirk of her own. "I've got the whole thing memorized darlin'," She spoke softly so only Draco could hear.
A few minutes before the bell rang Draco called for the class's attention. "Mr. Creevey," He addressed Colin. "Would you please step to the front of the class?" When Colin was on display in front of the fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins Draco made him test his paralysis potion. Colin was completely immobilized.
Draco then turned to Ginny and asked her to administer the antidote. None of her classmates were astonished when the cure actually worked, and Colin was once again able to move. Ginny had the best Potions grade in their year after all. However, Draco was a little surprised that she had managed to mix the potion without the use of the text book.
"You're cleverer then you look Weasely." Draco said in front of the class.
"Better then looking cleverer then you are, Malfoy." Ginny snapped back. (From the movie: 007 Die Another Day)
Draco almost smiled at her witty comeback. "Class is dismissed."
Taking her sear in the Great Hall, Ginny had just begun to fill her plate when Ron came and flopped down next to her. "Have you seen Harry and Hermione?" He asked, grabbing a roll off of her plate.
"Hey!" Ginny shrieked, snatching it back and smacking him in the back of the head for good measure. Glancing around the great hall quickly she turned back to her brother. "No, actually I haven't seen either of them since the tussle earlier. Did you check the library?"
"Hello? I was looking for Hermione. Of course I checked the Library."
Ginny pouted, "Hey you don't need to go and get all pissy at me. I'm sure they'll show up eventually."
Ron began shoveling food on his plate. How he ate that much the world would never know. The amount of food piled on his plate could feed a whole third world country. He opened his mouth to speak, but a death glare from Ginny made him swallow and chew before any words came out.
"So what exactly happened in the 'tussle' earlier? The last thing I remember is the big fat fist of Goyle, and then you saying something about saving my ass."
"Nothing happened. Malfoy's goons had you and Harry in very effective headlocks, but of course you were still conscious for that weren't you? Anyway, I started laying into Malfoy and Goyle grabbed me. *shudders* Do you have any idea how completely revolting that was?" Ginny sipped her pumpkin juice and began to eat her dinner.
"That's all you're going to say? You expect me to believe that you gave Goyle that broken nose?" Ron pointed over her shoulder towards the Slytherins table.
"Actually, it was a broken nose and two broken toes. If it were not for his considerable girth, I'm sure he could easily have a few cracked ribs to go along with them." A cold voice spoke from behind Ginny. "As much as I hate complimenting the Weaselette here, she seems to be a much more accomplished fighter then you Weasely."
Ron's face flushed red up to his ears. "I'm warning you Malfoy," Rising from his seat, Ron glared at Draco. "If you or either of your thugs even thinks of laying a hand on Ginny, you'll find yourselves six feet under so fast that even a Firebolt would be left in the dust. Now bugger off."
"Are you really so thick that you think I'm going to leave just because you want me to?" Draco asked as he took the seat next to Ginny.
Lowering the fork that was half way to her mouth Ginny groaned. "For the love of everything Holy," Tipping back her head Ginny looked at the ceiling. "I can deal with my prat of a brother. I can deal with a git like Malfoy, but why Lord do you keep making me deal with them at the same time?" Grabbing her goblet of pumpkin juice Ginny stood up and poured it over Draco's head. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm buggering off."
Turning on her heels Ginny exited the Great Hall. The Gryffindor table was doubled over laughing at a drenched Draco Malfoy. A very flushed looking Hermione was descending the stairs as Ginny walked from the Great Hall. "Hermione, what happened to you?"
Snapping out of her dazed state, Hermione's eyes focused on Ginny. "Excuse me?" Her hair was all tangled and she sounded slightly out of breath.
"You look like a tornado hit you." Ginny said.
Hermione ran a hand through her hair. "Oh well, I uh, got caught up with some studying and then realized I was late for dinner. So I ran down from the Tower, yep that's it, I just ran down all the way from Gryffindor."
Something about her explanation didn't sit well with Ginny, but she let is slide. "Well, missed quite a show. If you hurry, maybe you can catch the end of it." Gesturing towards the Great Hall, Ginny pushed past Hermione and made her way up the stairs.
It was a little after eight but Ginny made her way to the Room of Requirement anyway. She was unsure if Draco would show up or not, but she could have a pretty good workout without a partner. It took Ginny a few minutes to remember how to open the room, but once she was inside she removed her school robes and began to warm up.
Halfway through her stretching exercises the door opened and Draco strolled in. "Very cute with the pumpkin juice Weasely," He spoke as he began to strip off his robes. "I had to shampoo twice to get all the stickiness out, and I didn't get the chance to put my gel in because I didn't want to be late."
As soon as he mentioned his hair, Ginny noticed how much softer it looked falling across his forehead. "Didn't want to be late? What made you think I would be here waiting for you?"
Draco smirked, "No one can resist me; least of all you, my little phoenix." He ran a finger down Ginny's cheek.
Ginny playfully slapped his hand away. "'No one can resist me!'" She mocked. "Well I'll tell you something. If you want to be with this girl, it better be you resisting those pieces of ass that wiggle across your line of sight." Turning her back to Draco, Ginny continued to stretch.
Draco's eyes took her in. "There is only one 'piece of ass' interesting me at the moment darlin'." Walking up to her bent over form, Draco playfully smacked her bottom.
"Hey," She squealed. Dropping to the ground she swung her leg around and caught Draco behind the knees. Surprised by the attack, Draco fell backwards onto the mat. "I do believe I'm starting to like you in this position Malfoy." Ginny commented as she stood over his sprawled form.
"I can think of some other positions I'd like to see you in." Draco wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Climbing to his feet, Draco dusted himself off and began to do his own stretching exercises. Ginny leaned against a near wall and watched him. "I can always give you a picture of my arse to frame in your room if you want one. You don't have to stand there and ogle it all night when we have other things to do."
Ginny's face flushed red, but she refused to let her temper control her. "Can I please kick your ass now?" Draco nodded his head and they began a nice friendly sparring match.
A/N: And there is part 7. I haven't updated in a couple of days due to friends visiting, so I decided to stop this part right here and go ahead and post it. Hopefully it will only take another day or two to get the next part up. I hope ya'll are enjoying this story. Keep reviewing please!! White Tiger!