Title: A Dare
Author:Meryl12
Rating: PG
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Warnings: None
Author's Note: This is just something I've had lying around for a while that I decided to finally put up here. It's sort of connected to a drabble story arc, and the ones that follow it are a bit longer. I hadn't posted it before because I was trying to fill in the gaps, but it's taken me so long that I think I'll just chuck it up here and maybe that will do something for my brain.
"Hey Malfoy!" Ginny yelled, he paid no attention to her.
"Malfoy! Mal- Hey! Ferret Boy!"
That got his attention. He spun around, his cloak billowing out in a move that Ginny figured he must have practiced for hours to perfect, and stalked towards her. He looked so predatory that a shiver ran down Ginny's spine, but with a look of determination she straightened up slightly and prepared to face his anger.
"What do you want, little weasel?" He snarled.
Ginny hesitated for less than a second before she reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his head down towards her. Draco's arms jerked up and grabbed hers in an effort to maintain balance. He opened his mouth to bite the head off the youngest Weasley only to be cut off when she slammed her lips onto his. He was frozen in shock and stayed frozen, lips parted slightly, with an outraged expression on his face. Ginny was blushing slightly as she turned away towards a group of students Draco had overlooked before.
"There, see, I told you I could do it." With that she started to walk away, perhaps more quickly than she normally would, but only just. She had just reached the double doors to the entrance hall when Draco recovered.
"WEASLEY!!!" He roared, "What in the nine circles of hell was that???"
Ginny had stopped with her hand on the door, and cringed as she glanced over her shoulder at an incensed Draco Malfoy.
"A dare?" She squeaked as she darted out of the hall and disappeared. With a noise frighteningly like a growl Malfoy took off after her into the halls of Hogwarts. It wasn't hard to follow her flaming hair through the corridors, and when he caught her, well, leave that to fate.