It All Started With A Kiss by magi_luver Rating: PG Ship: Draco & Ginny Canon: Books 1 - 5 Genre: Humor, Romance Status: In progress Length: 2,485 words in 1 chapter Published: 25 Mar 2008 Last updated: 25 Mar 2008 [Repost] All Ginny wanted was a token of Harry's. That's why she took it in the first place. But now Malfoy knows about it. What will she do? A stolen quill, a caught Weasley and a sneaky proposal for a kiss makes for an interesting story. From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/7977/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1. The Quill Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with the characters or plot (though there are changes from the original) or this word processor for that matter. It was just sitting there, screaming at me to take it. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind, he has others. So I took it. Well, I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help myself. He knows he's been losing things because he keeps leaving his things everywhere throughout the entire castle. It wouldn't hurt if I took it; he'd just think it went missing again, just like the others. “Has anyone seen my quill?” asked Harry. “Lost another one, mate?” asked Ron. “Honestly, Harry. Get a case for your things! That's the fifth one you've lost this week!” scolded Hermione. “Oh well, at least I have a spare. Now where did that one go?” asked Harry, looking around for another. Hermione rolled her eyes and handed him her own. Ginny had gotten into the nearest seat when she had heard Harry ask where his quill went. She kept her gaze down, not wanting anyone to see the guilt in her eyes. She hid the quill in her bag. She then heard that the prefect meeting would start. She had been named prefect, just as her brothers, save Fred and George as they were the pranksters. Harry and Hermione, obviously, got Head Boy and Girl and were handing out rosters. At least we have Hermione, Ginny thought, Harry wouldn't lift a finger without her. She was ecstatic that Harry had gotten Head Boy and the prospect of spending more time together was priceless. Actually, staring time is more like it, she thought. All she did in these meetings where to stare at Harry, happily dreaming for their wedding day. What she hadn't noticed was that the person sitting next to her had slipped a note onto her table. She was snapped out of her first kiss as husband and wife by a sharp nudge in her side. Looking pissed, she turned to her left. Draco Malfoy was sitting next to her. She had been so engrossed staring at Harry that she hadn't noticed. She looked up, ready to scold him for not minding his own business, when she saw him looking down at the desk. Following his line of sight, she saw the note. Weasley, you took Potter's quill. So why won't you speak up and give it to him so we can get out of here? -M Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God (yeah right, Ginny thought) and Ferret Boy (has such a nice ring to it.) had seen her? What did he care about Harry's quill? If she gave it back, Harry would think that maybe she had taken it! Then there would be no chance of her being with him. No, wait, he wouldn't be like that. He'd be happy I found it. Ginny thought. I am falsely accused. And why do you care, Malfoy? It's not like Harry's your favourite person. she scribbled back. Fine then. But if you want me to keep quiet, then - He had blocked what he had written just below and when he finished, removed his hand. - kiss me. WHAT!?! What is he playing at? I'm not that kind of girl! And why me? I'm a Weasley! He's Malfoy! I've never been kissed! What if he doesn't like it? WHAT!?! What am I thinking? Still, if I don't do it, Malfoy talks, and then they'll wonder how he found out and think all these weird things connecting me and him in different ways! Then any chance I have with Harry will be ruined! I guess I'll have to… what harm would it do? Okay. ~-~-~-~-~-~ Draco had pulled her out of the meeting and into the corridor. As their meeting was finished and they were held late at night, no students were out past curfew. Ah well, at least there are no witnesses… Ginny thought. She looked up at Draco. He had backed her up against a wall. Suddenly, I'm not feeling so well, Ginny thought. “Close your eyes.” Draco whispered. She closed her eyes. Until what seemed like and eternity, she felt his lips against hers. His were cool and spicy, like spearmint. And then, just as quickly as it had started, it ended. Ginny opened her eyes to the retreating form of Draco Malfoy. “See you around, Red.” he said. ~-~-~-~-~-~ Was that even a kiss? It was more like a peck… hmm. Why am I obsessing over this!?! It was just a kiss, and with Malfoy none the less. Still, it was my first kiss, but a real kiss should feel like this. Ginny plunged her head into her pillow, imagining her perfect kiss with Harry. Then Luna, back from the washroom, had walked in silently. “What are you doing, Ginny? Trying to kiss away the Sniggles in your pillow?” she asked. Ginny stopped and looked at her friend. She was grateful Luna was the only one that had accepted her invitation to a slumber party. All her dorm mates had already had invitations to parties in other houses. She was glad she had Luna as a friend, barmy as she was sometimes. “No, Luna, was just thinking… with my head in my pillow.” she lied. Maybe I was just practice! she thought, Maybe I was just to practice on so he could kiss a girl properly. Maybe one of those groupies that keep following him around the castle. Wait, why am I thinking about him!?! THINK HARRY, THINK HARRY, THINK DRAC- NO! “Maybe he likes you.” Luna stated dreamily. “What!?!” this had snapped Ginny out of her turmoil of thoughts. Had Luna seen them? “I think Draco likes you. The way he looks at you and stuff.” “Nah, he couldn't possibly. He leers at me, not as if he has feelings. And he spits on my family name.” “Oh well, was just thinking.” This left Ginny with more thought in her scattered mind. ~-~-~-~-~-~ Days pass, and many strange things started to happen. Wherever Ginny went, Draco would be there, either to annoy her or just look at her, from a distance or next to her. It was beginning to unnerve her. Even staring at meals was disturbing. She felt as if he was stalking her. “Every time I turn around, he's there! And I mean not like a coincidence or anything, as in I see him out of the corner of my eye, following me… Eurgh! It's creepy!” “Uhuh…” responded Luna. “Who does he think he is? He bugs me most of the time, with useless things like, `Do you have a quill?' or “Do you need help with that?' I'm sick of it!” ranted Ginny. “Ginny, I've asked around, and well, don't worry about anything. I'm sure he's just using a different way to make you madder at him. But if you ignore his family name, it seems he likes you.” stated Luna. “LIKES ME!?! He could have anyone, ANYONE! And he settles for me? The one he calls `Mudblood Lover' and `Blood Traitor'? I was just practice… yeah that's it. Keep telling yourself that, Ginny.” “Now that you mention it, I heard someone confessed her feelings to him and he replied he had a girlfriend.” said Luna. “Aha!” exclaimed Ginny. ~-~-~-~-~-~ The next day, Ginny was minding her own business when Draco came into the library. He sat down beside her and stared at her for a while, like he always did. Seconds passed away until… “What, Malfoy? Come for another quick peck?” she asked snidely. “Well, about that… I wanted to talk to you about it, I -“ He was interrupted by screams from a nearby table. A group of girls had been staring at them the entire time and had now gotten their attention. The screamer was none other than the Slytherin Bimbo herself, Pansy Parkinson. Madam Pince hurried over to the scene of the commotion. When she saw it was Draco and Pansy that were involved, she went back to her desk, muttering something about `damned groupies'. Everyone in Hogwarts knew that Pansy was obsessed with Draco and had started a group devoted entirely to him. He thought it was flattering at first, but after a series of attempts by the girls to get into his quarters, he thought they were just a bunch of girls who had nothing better to do. They called themselves, `Draco's Groupies'. What originality. Pansy had just made the group so she could make herself Head Groupie, which made her (in her twisted, bimbo mind) the first one to date him if he ever picked someone from their little group. When Pansy saw she had an audience, she sauntered over to Draco and sat in his lap. Both Draco and Ginny were staring at her, looking annoyed by all the attention that was directed to them and disgusted by her display. Then the Head Groupie spoke. “Drakie, tell me you love me and not that little blood traitor,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him and hooking her arms around his shoulders. Ginny glared at Pansy for saying she was a blood traitor. What was it with these pureblood families? Their kids are crazy! At least our family just had pranksters. Ginny thought. Draco looked at Pansy, disgusted. “I would never, in a million lifetimes, say that I love you, you pug-faced whore. Oh, don't looked so shocked,” Pansy's mouth had dropped open and her eyes were wide, “I'd even marry Ginny over you. And that's saying something.” He grabbed hold of her arms and shoved her off him. I've had enough of your sickening behaviour, your group, and you. Get out of my sight!” The group scrambled to pick up their fallen leader and ran away from the scene. Not seeing anymore drama, the students who had gathered returned to their normal business. Ginny had been staring at Draco for the longest time. Did he mean that? Did he really? That he'd marry me over Pansy? Why am I not feeling angry about this? Why do I feel… flattered? And did he call me by my first name? Wait, scratch that, nickname? Too many questions… Draco turned back to Ginny, smiling gently. “So, about that thing…” He was interrupted, yet again, by another scream. This time lower than its female counterpart, sounding more like a roar that a shriek. It was Ron, and as always, had heard about what had happened and rushed to rescue his sister. Now he knew why she needed rescuing. “What did you do to my sister, Malfoy?” he shouted. Draco leaned to Ginny and whispered, “Maybe next time.” He gathered his things and left while Ginny stood up and restrained Ron from going after Draco. When he was gone, Ginny turned Ron to face her. “He didn't do anything, Ron! Why are you always so over protective? Keep protecting me and I'll rebel and make you sorrier than the time I broke your first broom!” shouted Ginny. She got her things and stomped away, leaving Ron with old, hurtful memories. ~-~-~-~-~-~ Another week, another prefect meeting. Ginny sighed. She had had quite a week and after everything, she just wanted to go to bed and sleep forever. She went into the unused classroom where they had their meetings and sat down, once again, beside Draco. She didn't mind anymore. Having him around so often, she felt he was a part of her daily schedule. “Darn, out of quills again! I should really follow your advice, Hermione.” Said Harry. “When have you not?” retorted Hermione playfully. “Here, take one of mine.” Ginny offered her quill case. “Hey, this one looks exactly like the one of the quills I lost. See? Even the feather is torn and stained the same way. And I remember the tip had chunks of liquorice wand on it.” Oh no! Ginny thought, He's going to hate me forever! “You found it, huh? Thanks, Ginny!” said Harry, kissing her cheek. “I'll just take it back now.” Draco suddenly stood up. Harry looked at him skeptically. “I forgot I need to look over a Ravenclaw's detention tonight for Snape. I guess I'll have to skip your `How I saved the world” speech and catch it next week.” Ginny looked up at Draco. Was it because he didn't have anything to hold over her head anymore? Did it really mean nothing? She watched him walk out of the classroom without looking back. She then turned back to Harry and the meeting. Why was her heart sinking? ~-~-~-~-~-~ The meeting was over and Ginny was walking up to Gryffindor Tower alone. What had happened? Why had Draco left in such a hurry? Maybe she should've acknowledged she knew he was there, all the time, like a smile maybe. Maybe acting better toward him than just giving him the cold shoulder. He may have liked her smile. She had started to tear up, thinking that Draco would not be spending time with her anymore. What was this? A crush? Her eyes started to blur when she walked into the form of someone tall. She looked up through blurry eyes and made out Draco's platinum hair. He was waiting for her outside the portrait of the Fat Lady. He was looking down at her and wiping away her tears. “Hey Red, are you okay?” She stood there as he put his hands on her shoulders. “Hey, don't cry. All these tears over a quill? And a battered and ill treated one at that.” He thinks I'm crying over a quill? Thank the Gods for boys that don't understand the female mind. Ginny thought as she looked up at him. He took something out of his pocket. It was a case of finely made quills that had her initials on them. They came with an inkwell that replenished itself and was a fine black colour. Ginny held out her hand and accepted it. She held it in her hands carefully and was staring at it for a few minutes until she blurted out the question that was burning a hole through her mind. “Who is your girlfriend?” Draco stared at her like she had grown two more heads. Then he smirked at her. “Why, you are! Why do you think I've been with you the past week?” Ginny looked at him in total shock. She had been so dazed she hadn't heard the last word he said. “Dummy.” ~-~-~-~-~-~ Author's Notes: Well, ok. I know people are going to ask questions about Draco's behaviour and stuff, but I'll answer it the best I can when I have the reviews. And this ain't over. Not by a long shot. And as I had said in my other story that I was too busy, now I've got time to start writing again! Woohoo! So please, REVIEW! -->