Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the fabulous world of Harry Potter and, sadly, I never will. I am merely borrowing the settings and the characters for my amusement.
Summary: After Draco reads Ginny's diary and discovers that she likes him, he confronts her. Denying it to the best of her ability (or lack there of), she soon discovers that their may be more to his pestering her than she thought. Will Ginny be able to forget him, or will she succumb to his charms?
A Twist of Fate
Chapter One: A Series of Interesting Encounters
"Stupid bloody potions. Stupid evil, slimy git of a teacher. Stupid bloody essay. Where...the...hell...did it go?" Ginny Weasley was mumbling to herself as she was walking and rummaging around in her bag for her potions essay. It was nearing the end of lunch and she had Potions next period. If she didn't hand in her essay, she would lose points from Gryffindor and Snape was sure to give her a detention. He just loved to torment Gryffindors...Where was her essay? It wasn't in her room, in her trunk, or on her desk. It wasn't in the Common Room, nor was it in the Library. The only other place it could be was in her bag, and it didn't appear to be there.
She continued mumbling under her breath, not watching where she was going. So, of course, she didn't notice the solid form when she rounded the corner. She bumped into said form, her bag slipping from her grasp and spilling its contents all over the stone floor. She glared up at the form, who was none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Watch where you're going Weaslette."
"Well excuse me, Malfoy. I didn't realize that I was going to bump into Mr. I-am-superior-to-everyone-so-all-bow-down-before-me-or-suffer-my-wrath! If I had, I would have steered clear of you in fear of getting Egotistical Maniacitus."
"You're just jealous."
"Oh, nice comeback Malfoy," she said sarcastically. "Did you run out of insults? Awww, poor wittle Malfoy ran out of insults..."
Malfoy didn't answer. Something on the floor had caught his eye. "Hey, what's this?" He leaned down and picked up one of books from the floor.
Ginny's eyes widened when she saw which book he had picked up. "Malfoy," she said coldly, "don't even think of it!"
"Think of what?" He asked innocently. He flipped open the book and turned to a random page. Ginny tried to grab it from him, but he was at least a head taller than she was, and he held it out of her reach with ease. He held it up above his head, and Ginny, with no avail, tried to jump up to get it.
"Dear diary," he read, whilst keeping the book away from Ginny, who kept trying to grab it. "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah," he looked at her. "Weasley, your life is very boring," then he smirked. "But what can you expect from someone's whose poor?"
"Well, Malfoy, seeing as how my life is so boring," she began, ignoring the comment about her social economic status. "Why don't you give me back my diary? It's of no use to you, anyways." she concluded.
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. He closed the diary, and waved it in front of her face. "Gee Weasley, why are you so desperate to get this back? Hmmmm?"
"I am not desperate!" She said with a little too much emotion whilst trying unsuccessfully to grab the diary.
This caused the cruel smirk on Malfoy's face to widen.
Ginny sighed and decided to switch tactics. "Fine, take the stupid thing! I don't want it anyways," she said, nonchalantly.
"Weasel, I'll have you know that reverse psychology doesn't work on me," He said smugly as flipped open the diary, again. He scanned the book marked page and this time Malfoy raised his eyebrows at what he saw. He closed the book, and with a sly grin, advanced on Ginny.
"Weaslette, what's this? I am mentioned in your diary, and in not in a malicious tone. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you fancied me," He drawled. He raised an eyebrow at her again, and she blushed slightly.
"First of all, Malfoy, I do not fancy you," she tried to keep her emotions in check, and keep her face from going bright red. She took a deep breath and continued. "What makes you think that you are the only Draco in the whole world, Mr. Mightier-than-Thou. For your information, you egotistical prat, I was talking about the Draco who lives on my street," she said, trying to sound convincing. However, that wasn't working out well.
"Oh really? Then what's his last name?" he smirked.
Ginny hesitated, but only for a second. "Uh...Smith."
Unfortunately, Malfoy caught the hesitation and, still smirking, he said sarcastically, "Sure it is..."
All the while, he had been walking towards her, while she had been backing away. She now found herself backed up against the wall.
She looked around for an escape root, but found none.
Malfoy put one hand over her shoulder as he leaned against the wall. He looked down at her as she stared up defiantly at him. She was slightly taken aback to see that his eyes were not the usual cold grey, but more of a warm silver.
"Why don't you just leave me alone, Malfoy?"
"Because I want to know the truth," he said simply.
"But I told you the truth. It's another Draco I was talking about! You really need to get your ego in check, Mr. High-and-Mighty." But as she said this, she turned her gaze from him.
"Oh really, now. Well, I don't think that you did tell me the truth. It isn't wise to lie to me Red."
"I'm not lying, Malfoy!" She made a "hmph" sound and crossed her arms over chest, glaring at him.
"Sure sure. If you say so. Now Weasley, tell me about this," he paused for a second, "...date you described in your diary."
"Why the hell should I? First of all, it's my diary, second of all, it's a long story, and third of all, it's none of your business!"
"And this long story of yours has nothing to do with me?" He asked, with that annoying raised-eyebrow look he kept giving her.
"Right," she said to her seemingly, fascinating shoes.
"Weasley, look me straight in the eye and tell me it has nothing to do with me."
"Fine," She slowly, and reluctantly looked up at him. "This has nothing," she paused. She felt her gaze drifting away from his so she forced herself maintain the eye contact. "...to do...with you," she said the last two words softly, then stared at her shoes again.
Malfoy took his free hand and used two fingers to lift her chin up so that once again their eyes met. He then leaned forward and gently kissed her.
Ginny's eyelids fluttered shut, and all thoughts went out of her head. All to soon, ('but it's Malfoy! It wasn't soon enough!' she would tell herself later) he pulled away. She blinked, taking a moment to process what happened and to turn her brain back on.
Draco (where had that come from?) then leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "You're not very good at lying, Red. I hope that kiss was far better than that in your little daydream." He then put the diary into her hands, and walked away.
She just stood and stared after him. After a moment, she shook her head, as if to clear the dazed feeling that had overcome her. She then drew her eyes to her diary and opened it to the book marked page. To her horror, she saw that she had written his full name on the page when she had described her daydream from that morning. How could she have been so stupid?
Lost in her thoughts about everything that had just occurred, she jumped when the bell rang and crashing down into reality. If she didn't hurry, she would be late for Potions. Snape had no tolerance for anyone to be late for his classes, especially not a Gryffindor. He would have a field day taking off points. She scrambled to pick up her things that had laid forgotten on the stone floor during her unusual, to put it nicely, encounter with Malfoy. She threw everything into her bag. The last thing she picked up before racing off, was her Potions essay. 'Well, at least he can't take off points for not handing in my essay.' That was her last thought before focusing on getting to Potions. Well, that and cursing Malfoy for making her late."
Later that afternoon, Ginny was sitting in the library, trying to concentrate on her homework, but to no avail. All she could think of was that stupid, egotistical, vexatious, slimy, idiotic, annoying, sexy, I'm-better-than-you, git of hot eye candy...No, no, No! Ginny Focus. You need to finish this extra essay that stupid Snape is making you write for being 2 minutes late. 2 bloody minutes! She sighed.. At least I didn't get a detention...
Ginny then tried to turn her thoughts back to the essay. "The most important ingredient in a cleansing potion is beetle eyes. They bring out the essence of the wormwood and allow it to mingle with the citric acid from the orange peels and lemon juice. The fuzz from a caterpillar counteracts the sticky lemon juice and allows the potions to break down stains. With the addition of powdered snail, it also cleans small cuts and minor wounds. With a further addition of daisy petals, blah blah blah."
Ginny sighed, yet again, and dropped her head onto her textbook. The 'Blah blah blah'-ing reminded her of the fact that Malfoy had called her life boring. Hmph. If he only knew the half of it, he would think twice about that. The nerve of him, though. Reading my diary. And, he goes assuming I like him. Just because I wrote about him in my daydream doesn't mean I fancy him. What an egotistical prat. I mean, even if I do like him, it's none of his business! Sigh. There I go thinking about him again...
"This has got to stop. I should just forget about him. He read my diary for Merlin's sake." She mumbled to herself. "Why do I keep thinking about that stupid, evil, slimy, hot, arrogant, sexy, idiotic git?" She sighed. "I'm so conflicted!"
"Don't whine, Red. It isn't very becoming," A voice whispered into her ear.
Ginny jumped slightly. After a second of calming her nerves, she said, without looking up, "Malfoy, how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that you think I am a hot, sexy git, and that you can't stop thinking about me." He said smugly.
Ginny groaned. "Well, I'll have you know that they weren't good thoughts."
"Then why are you so conflicted? And I'd say that calling me hot is indeed a good thought. It's true, you know."
Ginny sighed for the umpteenth time that afternoon. "Malfoy, so is everything else I said about you being an arrogant git. Oh, and I forgot to mention in my mumblings that you are indeed the most egotistical person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!"
"Well Weasley, I don't fancy knowing you either. In fact," he said more to himself than to her, "Why am I even talking to you? I have far better things to do." With that, he turned and walked away.
Ginny glared at his retreating form. It's not as though I made him talk to me. If I remember correctly, I was just sitting her minding my own business, mumbling to myself, and he had to come along and interrupt me. Stupid jerk. Sighing, she turned her attentions, or rather, tried to, back to her dreadfully boring potions assignment.
Not soon enough, due to her potions essay, it was dinner. Ginny was sitting amongst her fellow Gryffindors, ignoring their happy chatter, and picking at her food. She mostly stared at her plate, her mind blank. Somehow, while she was finishing her potions homework, she had managed to put Malfoy and the whole incident out of her mind. Well, that is until she felt a pair of eyes staring at her.
She looked around the Great Hall and groaned when she saw who the culprit was. Malfoy was looking at her. She glared at him. He smirked at her. Ginny sighed and put her fork down. I give is just too weird. With that, she got out of her seat, and left the Great Hall, looking forward to going to bed and ending this strange day.
Ginny had woken up the next morning, and smiled as the sun streamed in through a crack in her bed curtains. Today was a brand new day, and Ginny was sure that Malfoy would find someone else to pick on. He wouldn't concern himself with a Weasley for very long, even if it was to annoy them. Everything would be back to normal. He would go back to ignoring her completely and she could go back to watching him from afar. Yep. Today would be a good day.
And it so was. Everything was back to normal.
Or so she though.
Ginny walked to potions, towards the end of Lunch, confident and happy that nothing had gone wrong, and everything was how it should be. However, as she rounded the corner, the day took a drastic turn. Malfoy was walking with his two goon body guards, Crabbe and Goyle.
As much as Ginny hoped he would ignore her and walk right past her, or even insult her and be on his way, he did no such thing. He dismissed his two followers. He did not speak until they were out of earshot.
"So Red, did you have any sweet dreams last night? Of, say, anyone in particular?" He asked her, smirking.
"For your information, Malfoy, I don't remember my dreams and even if I did, I am sure that they wouldn't be of the likes of you!" She cried, indignantly.
"Why Red, where did you get that idea? I said no such thing." He said smugly.
"No, but you implied it!" She protested.
He ignored the comment. "And if you don't remember them, then how do you know that you didn't dream of 'the likes of me'?"
"I-I just do."
"Oh, but I don't think you do. I think, that in fact, you did dream of me. And I think you enjoyed it. Just like you enjoyed that kiss yesterday."
"What? I-, that is- That's- That is utterly...um...absurd. Yes. That is simply absurd. I hate you Malfoy. I- I did not enjoy that...that kiss. And, any dream of you would be a nightmare!" Ginny looked like a deer caught in the headlights while blushing quite profusely.
"Ginevra, Ginevra, Ginevra. Tsk tsk tsk." Malfoy chided, shaking his head slightly. "Hasn't your mother taught you not to lie? And I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be all goody-goody." He started to advance towards her.
She would have loved to make her escape, then and there, but she couldn't seem to run, or even move her feet. Either that, or she really didn't want to.
She stared at him for a second, watching him walk towards her, before she found her voice. "What about you Malfoy? You lie all the time. Hypocritical, now are we?" He was now about 6 inches away from her.
"As a matter of fact, Red, I hate hypocrites. I do not lie. I merely leave out certain parts of the truth in order to be the sly, cunning person I am. You see, Slytherins, unlike Gryffindors, are sly and cunning."
"Don't forget evil, slimy gits." Ginny added, smirking.
"Yes, there's that too. And I think that you would agree that we Slytherin bad-boys are devilishly handsome." He said smugly, while pretending to be modest and picking some imaginary lint from his expensive robes.
"Ya. Some more than others," she said sarcastically.
"Why Ginevra, were you implying that I am more handsome than the other Slytherins?" Malfoy pretended to gasp in shock.
"I was implying no such thing. If I was to imply anything, it would be that some of the Slytherins are more good looking than you. I mean, not that your good looking, or anything..." She corrected, indignantly, while her face turned crimson.
"Sure Red, and I'm the Boogie Man."
"Well, I always knew there was something odd about you."
"I am not odd."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too. Why Malfoy," Ginny said sweetly, "How juvenile of you. Whilst Slytherins are so sly and cunning, I had no idea they like to partake in juvenile activities as well. Do you blow bubbles and play with hula-hoops as well?"
"We do not. Besides, you started it." He pouted slightly, like a five-year-old would.
Ginny laughed at his expression. Then she paused in slight shock. She had never seen any emotion on his face before, unless it was disgust, or scorn, or unless he was sneering or smirking.
Malfoy stopped pouting and glared at her. While she wasn't any good at lying, she was very good at turning the tables. She had taken control of the situation and she had done it well. But now it was time for him to be back in control.
"Listen, Red. I want you to meet me down by the lake tomorrow at the start of Lunch. We have to talk about this little thing you have for me-" He began smugly.
Ginny cut him off. "I so do not have 'a thing for you'! Just because I happened to mention you in my diary, you self-centered git, doesn't mean I-"
"Ah ha! So you admit that it was me you were talking about!" He said, triumphantly.
"I- what- um-I- mrg. No! I admit no such thing. I think you are hearing things Malfoy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to Potions." She tried to push past him, but he gently grabbed her wrist. She turned to face him. "Listen, Malfoy, I don't have time for this. I have to go-" She faltered, realizing how close he was, and blushed madly. He was about two inches away from her, their lips almost touching. She could feel the warmth of his breath...
"You know you don't want to go, though." He whispered.
"I do so want to go. I- I can't stand to be around you!" was her feeble attempt at a lie. She was by no means convincing.
"More like you can't stand to be around me when you think that you can't have me. Ginny, meet me. Please?" There was a sense of pleading in his eyes that Ginny was sure had never entered them before. And whether this was some trick or not, Ginny had no idea. In fact, she had no idea of anything at all, for a second later, Malfoy had closed the remaining gap and kissed her softly. To Ginny, the kiss felt like it lasted an eternity and the span of a second, all at the same time.
Malfoy pulled away and gave her a questioning look. "Are you coming or not?"
Ginny sighed, and looked straight at him. "No." She slowly pushed past him and continued on her way.
"You know, you can't lie!" He called after her.
She knew it, all right. And she also knew, as well as he did, that she would indeed meet him. Instead of responding, she just shrugged her shoulders, and continued on to Potions, just as the first bell rang.
A/N: Thank you for reading. Constructive Criticism is most welcome.