Chapter 1
Butterbeer, Letters and Flowers
Once upon a time, there lived a girl with red hair and six brothers. She had a mighty crush on a boy, a boy going by the name of Draco Malfoy. Even hearing his name made her shiver, it was so… sexy. She was very unfortunate because the same boy happened to be her brother's greatest enemy, so she could not admit liking him to anyone except her very loyal, very intelligent, friend Hermione (unless you count the fact that she had a habit of talking to her reflection while brushing her teeth).
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"Hermione, wanna go to Hogsmeade with me?" Ginny asked as she came down the stairs, grinning slightly. She happened to have overheard that a certain someone was also going to be there.
"Uhh, yea, why not. I'm just going to finish my report on the healing properties of Silene latifolia for herbology." The bushy-haired girl answered without lifting her head from the pile of books and pieces of parchment.
Ginny had never heard of Silene Latifolia before and didn't bother to ask, she knew better. If she did ask, she would have to listen to a very detailed description of exactly what it was, for at least 20 minutes and she wanted to go get ready.
Ginny, also known as Ginerva, ran back upstairs and started going through her clothes. She was very thankful she was the only girl in the family; otherwise all her clothes would most likely have been used by many others before her. She sometimes felt bad for Ron. She picked out an almost knee-length dark green skirt and a very open, black, sweater. Then she brushed her hair and left it open. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiringly and then immediately feeling guilty for thinking of herself like that.
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It was autumn, and the weather was slowly, but surely, getting colder. Ginny wished she had brought a jacket when the cool breeze gently pushed her hair away from her face. They went into Rosemerta's and ordered two butterbeers. Ginny jumped slightly when a blond haired boy stepped inside. Hermione giggled at Ginny's expression. Draco took a seat at the corner, pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and began writing. Ginny sighed, the concentrating look on his face made him look even better than he already was.
Ginny wanted to know what he was up to, so she and Hermione quickly developed a plan. Ginny stood up slowly, as if to be sure not to fall or bump her knees on the table. She walked over to Madame Rosemerta, waving her hair slightly, hoping that he would notice her shirt, or rather what was beneath her shirt.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Ginny heard Hermione exclaim loudly enough for everyone inside to hear. She had "accidentally" spilled her butterbeer.
While everyone's attention was still on Hermione, she glanced over at Draco's parchment. It was a form of some sort. "Flowers for Everyone and All Occasions. Delivery in less than three days." It said on the top. Why the hell, is Draco Malfoy, ordering flowers? Ginny thought to herself. The youngest Weasley shook her head in disbelief. Well, this explains why he's alone, the other Slytherins wouldn't think too highly of him if they saw him ordering flowers.
"Would you like to order?" asked a kind voice. Ginny knew she had been staring at the form for a while.
"Uhh…no" she said, quickly running off to help Hermione with her butterbeer.
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That night she dreamed that she had gone to breakfast naked, but instead of laughing at her everyone came and gave her flowers, but that made her cry because she didn't have enough room for all of them.
It was Sunday. Ginny felt like she would never want leave the coziness of her warm bed, but the blinding rays of light forced her out of bed. Then something startled her. Had her dream been real? No, but it wasn't far from reality. On her bed was and extremely big bunch of flowers, some of them more beautiful than she had thought a flower could possibly be. She read the note: "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl." It wasn't the words that shocked her; it was the style of the note. She had seen the same red decoration yesterday on Malfoy's FLOWER ORDERING FORM! They were from Draco! She couldn't believe it. Her face was glowing with happiness.
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Draco had owled his father for advice on how to get the woman of his dreams. His father had never had a problem with finding company for lonely evenings when his mother was away. Draco had conveniently forgotten to mention who this woman was, knowing his father would not approve if he knew. Draco opened his fathers answer and began reading:
Draco,
I have not failed to notice that you have become a man of authority and allurement. I am glad you came to me for advice.
First of all, do not hesitate to act if you want something. Always be on top of things. You are of the stronger sex and if the woman does not seem to notice this, prove her wrong. I have had a lot of experience with women over the years and come to a conclusion that force is the best tool in these things. Make sure you get rid of the girl's wand before you act.
Owl me back when the situation has improved.
Your Father
P.S. Who is this mystery woman? Please don't tell me it's that bitch of a girl, Parkinson.
Draco closed the letter thoughtfully. Force is my father's advice. How am I supposed to get rid of Ginny's wand? It isn't as if she left it lying around for anyone to pick up. A plan began to form in Draco's pitifully small mind.
A/N I'm a terrible writer and I lack an important tool, imagination, so I understand if no one bothers to read the next chapter. Silene Latifolia is the Latin name of a very pretty flower; it was there just to foreshadow the flower event and has no deeper meaning in the story. If you did happen to like it, please review (or if you want to give me advice). This story is plotless, unless I happen to come up with something in the near feature. English is not my first language and my story has not been Beta read (except by the spelling/grammar tool on Word).