Wow, I haven't written in months. I suddenly felt the urge. I don't know where this is going. Review?
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, stop right there!"
Ginny sighed and turned around. "What, Ronald?"
"Where have you been?" Ron spit, his face red.
"Flying," Ginny replied, gesturing to the mud on her clothes and her windswept hair.
"Where?"
"India. Honestly, where do you think? The Quidditch field. Draco was helping me with Chaser stuff."
Ron's chest swelled indignantly. "Chaser stuff? He's a Seeker for Slytherin! Why are you letting him in on some of our secrets? He doesn't even know any 'Chaser stuff.'"
Rolling her eyes, Ginny turned and headed towards the girls' dormitories. "Yes, and he's also my boyfriend, which you know very well. I haven't told him any of our secrets, so calm yourself," said Ginny, "Goodnight." And with that, she went to her dorm.
Slamming the door, she flopped down on her bed, groaning. Hermione looked up from her desk and asked her what was wrong.
"Ron," Ginny mumbled, voice muffled by her pillow. "He's such an arse."
Hermione shook her head. "Is he still on about Draco and you?"
Ginny sat up and nodded. Hugging her pillow to her chest, she complained, "Merlin, Hermione, it's been six months! I think he should be used to it by now. Honestly, all we did tonight was flying. We threw the Quaffle around for a bit, and then we just flew and were messing around. Why is that such a problem?"
"I think he just can't get over the fact that it's Malfoy. His sworn enemy and whatever. I love your brother, but he's a bit thick-headed. I know Draco treats you well, and I know you're happy, so I'm okay with it. Ron needs time, I guess."
With a mumble of "He needs a brain," Ginny got up, showered, and changed into her pajamas; shorts and a large t-shirt of Draco's. She smiled as she pulled it on, inhaling his light scent. It made her feel closer to him.
She said goodnight to Hermione, pulled the curtains around her bed, and sank into the pillows, drifting into dreams of a certain boy with silver eyes.
Draco walked briskly through the dungeon corridors and climbed the stairs two steps at time. He stepped into the shadows of a corner near the doors to the Great Hall, waiting. As he was glancing at his watch, a whirl of crimson danced into his view. He smiled almost imperceptibly and placed his hands around her small waist. "Good morning," he whispered against Ginny's lips.
"Good morning to you too," Ginny said, smiling against him. She pulled away and twined her hands with his as they headed into the Great Hall. "How are you?"
"Good," he said, "now that I'm with you."
Ginny blushed and ducked her head. "Do you have Quidditch practice tonight?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Draco answered.
"If I can get my homework done, maybe I'll come down to see you."
Draco's eyes got lighter, even though his face stayed impassive. Ginny, who had learned to read his mask, knew that meant he was pleased. "I'll see you then," he said, brushing his lips across hers.
They reluctantly let go of each other and head towards their House tables, minds filled with each other.
Yeah, I felt the urge to write this. I don't really know what's going to happen, but, uh, yeah. Review please.