This fic is for Miss Sara, aka lovesfantasy

She asked for D/G fluff with:

Snowball fight
One of Draco's diary entry's
A knocked over tray of hot chocolate or likewise.

"This has got to stop Gin."

Ginny rolled her eyes and glared at her ragged fingernails. She had been expecting this since the end of the match but knowing it was coming didn't make her any more interested in listening to what he had to say.

"I mean it Gin." Harry glanced around at the other players for support and then went on. "Whatever it is that you and Malfoy has going on needs to stop." He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. The tips of it stood in silky peaks and made him look slightly deranged. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "It isn't helping us out there. You are so focused on tripping him up that you aren't even playing the game anymore."

Ginny opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by her brother's loud snort of agreement. She swiveled in her chair to frown at him and slightly mouthed 'Pack it in!' then she turned back to Harry and barely managed not to stick her tongue out as his sour face.

"Why does it matter if I hound him" she heard an unpleasant whine in her voice and winced.

"I wouldn't care if it helped the team out, but only having two chasers is more of a hindrance then anything else. The only reason we won today was because I got to the snitch before Malfoy did."

"And who made sure that he didn't get there first?" She didn't attempt to hide the pride in her voice. "Who was it that forced him to dodge and therefore miss the snitch when it seemed for all the world like he was going to beat you to the drawl?"

"Ginny, Harry doesn't need your help." Ron said quietly. "Malfoy has never bested him in a fair fight. You know this sis."

His calm tone did more to fan the flames then anything either of them had said. Within seconds Ginny found herself pacing the floor raving about family pride and slimy gits while the rest of the team stared at her in shock. When she had finished her rant she back into her seat and stared defiantly at her Quidditch Captain.

"I'm not saying you have to like him Gin" Harry said soothingly. "You know how Ron and I and, well just about everybody feels about him. You just have to keep your eyes on the quaffle and off of Malfoy." Ginny opened her mouth to protest further but was cut off by a sharp slash of the hand. "I don't want to hear it Gin." His voice was firm. "I want you to keep your obsession with Malfoy off of my quidditch pitch or you will be off of the team."

"Stupid four-eyed git!" Ginny muttered to herself as she practiced her aim by hurling snowballs at a nearby tree. She had allowed herself to charm her target branch to slightly resemble Harry's face and each rounded handful of snow was landing right between his eyes.

This had become part of her daily routine in the month since Harry's ultimatum and her self-explosion from the trio's inner circle in protest. Before the light smattering of snow, it had been rocks and other small objects that had been launched at his effigy, but she was finding that she liked the solid squishing sound of snow smashing into the tree.

Ginny picked up a fresh fist full of snow and set to packing it. She thought of the sullen looks she had been getting from her fellow Gryffidors and took comfort in the fact that her mock Harry's hair was soaked and his face was dripping with melted snow. She lifted her arm and was about to chuck it when she heard a sneering laugh ring out from behind her.

Ginny paused and glanced over her shoulder. All she saw was trees. She turned fully around and started out towards where the sound had come from. She stopped and listened and when the laugh came again she reoriented herself and started again. She had walked for about five minutes when she came to a clearing she hadn't known existed.

Ginny took a step towards the edge of the trees then drew up short as she realized whose hiding place she had stumbled across. Slytherins. Four of the seventh year boys her brother was so found of mocking. They were standing in a semi circle and laughing at something the ringleader was reading. Curious as to what was so amusing; Ginny hid herself in the shadows and pricked her ears up.

She didn't have to wait long. To the course of guffaws, the tall gangly youth she recognized as Zabini read out a few more lines of what was clearly a boy's diary. He singsonged about the other fellow's worries and trilled over his fancy for an unsuitable girl. The other boy's laughed all the louder. One snorted and then demanded that the other 'Give it here.' The first boy handed it over willingly and the second, a short portly boy with lank blond hair, took up the task.

He flipped to another page and chortled. He motioned for silence and then read in a mocking voice. "She nearly took my head off today with a quaffle. I don't know what possessed her to do so. I wasn't close to any of her fellow chasers and after she threw it Nott recovered it easily and scored. Stupid bloody Weasley and her stupid bloody family! What in Merlin's name is wrong with me?"

He kept reading but Ginny did not hear him. She sank to the ground and leaned against the tree to steady herself. Her thoughts flew in all directions as she tried to process what she had heard. She had to see for herself, there was no way she was willing to take a Slytherin's word on such a matter. She mulled over all possible ways to get her hands on it and rejected each as impractical. Then her eyes lit on the snowball still clutched in her hand and a sly smile slid across her face.

She considered all sides of the matter before lifting the snowball in one had and her wand in the other. She aimed both and threw one as she shouted the confundus charm. Her eyes watered at the bright sparks that shot from her wand and when they cleared she was happy to see the her ploy had worked.

She had aimed for the slightly slow, and therefore easily confused, Crabbe and he had acted as she had hoped. As soon as the spell hit him he instantly turned to his neighbor and shoved him. The other boy had shoved back and soon the others were egging the pair on in the typical male manner.

The diary lay ignored off to the side where it had been dropped when the ruckus started and that too was as Ginny had planned. She smiled slightly as she summoned it and then giggled when it landed in her hands. She was sorely tempted to open it right then and there but she controlled herself and shrank it instead. Then she slipped it into her pocket and left before the snow-fight began in earnest.

She was sitting in her favorite chair by the fire in the common room reading when Hermione surprised her by settling onto the arm of it. Ginny gave a start and flushed before snapping the small black book shut and shoving it under her seat. Hermione eyed her suspiciously and Ginny used all her guile not to appear as guilty as she felt. The other girl handed her a cup of steaming hot chocolate and gave her a knowing look. Ginny ignored it as best she could. She sipped then made a face and set her cup on the table next to her.

The two made idle chitchat for about an hour before Hermione got around to what it was she wanted to talk about. It was always like this with her. She seemed to always dance around topics when talking to Ginny and it always seemed to put her on edge. Hermione was direct with the boys and it irked her that she was not as cut and dry with her. So it was no wonder that she snarled when Hermione finally asked her why she was always sequestered away in a corner of the school smiling over 'that tattered old journal.'

Ginny blustered that it was none of her business and that she wasn't doing anything wrong. Hermione gave her another shrewd look and then commented that it wasn't nice to read someone else's private thoughts unless they had given your permission. Ginny blushed scarlet and jumped from her seat to defend herself. All she did was topple over her now cold cup of chocolate. Her face went even redder and all her self-righteous feeling left her in an instant.

Ginny muttered something vaguely apologetic and humbly mopped up the mess. Hermione just shook her head and said that it wasn't really any right of hers to have asked and that she only had because she had been worried about her friend. This made Ginny feel slightly better but the good feelings lasted only as long as it took to walk from the common room to her bed.

"I spoke to it but it didn't speak back." She said as means of introduction. She held the battered old diary out to him in one hand and brushed her hair out of her face with the other. He looked completely nonplus at her and she couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up inside. "I promise it didn't." She said before bursting into outright laughter.

He scowled at her and snatched his property out of her fingers then made as if to grab at her. She danced away from him and stood with her robes billowing in the wind. She smiled wickedly at him, challenging him with her eyes. Then she sauntered close and whispered that she had read it front to back and then front to back again. He gulped and narrowed his eyes. She laughed again.

"Don't worry." She said in that silky voice of hers. "I talked to it but it didn't talk back."

And then she kissed him and the absurdity of her reassurances didn't matter in the slightest.

Fin