Hey! I am re-posting this because the last one got all screwed up on my Microsoft Word, so it took me awhile to fix the problem, but now I have more added on then before. I hate reading these things, and I usually ignore 'em, so I'll keep it short and sweet.
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Disclaimer: Duh. Angel, Tara, and some other peeps are mine. If you don't recognize them, their mine. I'm too lazy to go find 'em.
The Duo: Ginny & Draco
Chapter One
"Ms. Weasley, I see you lack the same qualities as your boyfriend." Ginny blushed.
It was the end of the first quarter of the school year and she still had not picked up her grade in Potions. She kept telling her parents that it was Snape's loathing tactics, but that only rid her of her parents. Persia's face often haunted her. Over the summer, her and Harry finally hooked up and decided to go out. She suddenly noticed that he wasn't really hero material. He had the worst habit of biting his nails, 'but don't they all?' She told herself. 'Well, at least he doesn't join Fred and George shelling peas across the room with his nose,' she thoughtfully figured.
"You cannot remember a simple potion if the recipe were right before you. I will assign you a tutor that will maybe have an impact on your abysmal grades in my class. Are you even comprehending this? MS. WEASLEY!" She jerked herself out of her La-La Land and looked up at her potion teacher, he was hard to miss because he was now standing right in front of her desk.
"I take personal offense to those whom cannot stay awake during my class. 5 points from Gryffindor. Be grateful it isn't more, and detention. Stay after class so I can assign you your detention." He gave her one last sneer and retreated, looking satisfied.
'Asshole teachers....' She muttered behind his back.
"Excuse me Ms. Weasley?" Professor Snape turned around and raised his eyebrows at her and she sat up, astute.
"I said I apologize." She said solemnly and looked down. She really looked the part too because she looked down and started sweeping her feet innocently.
"The only thing you should apologize for is your lack of intelligence in this classroom." He retorted.
"What was up HIS ass today?" Gin's friend, Angela, or Angel as she was called, continued on his present state of nastiness.
"I dunno, but by the way he sounded, it must've been a pineapple."
~*~*~*~The Charms Corridor, that same day~*~*~*~
"Mr. Malfoy. Please demonstrate the reverse-levitation charm for the class." Draco laughed at tiny little Professor Flitwick and murmured under his breath.
"Yes, sir." He did the levitation charm and looked up for the usual approval.
"I said the REVERSE levitation charm, Mr. Malfoy. I really believe that you should get some extra help for your wandwork in Charms. Please find yourself some help or I will." He squeaked.
"What! I did the damn trick you wanted, what more do you want from me?!" He stood up and towered over the tiny professor. He had grown considerably since last year. His mer 5' 4" frame towered into a 5'10" block of lean muscle.
"Mr. Malfoy! I will not tolerate your rudeness! Professor Snape may give in to your petty attitude, but I will not. Stay after class to receive your detention.
For such a little man, he could sure stare like a Hippogriff.
~*~*~*~That Friday~*~*~*~
Angel and Ginny entered the Gryffindor Common Room and Ginny knocked into Hermione, while Angel went to look for Dean. Soon Hermione had to go up to the dormitory to do some Arithmancy and Ginny went to Ginny and Harry's favorite chair. The maroon one-seater in front of the fireplace. She rounded around the other chairs, putting her books on one, and was about to sit down on Harry. Then she looked up and saw that another girl was already there. The two who looked quite busy to Ginny looked up and to their surprise saw a very pink Ginny.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry Angel, and Dean. I thought um, yea. Have you seen Harry around?" They both continued with their make-out session after pointing to the boys' dormitory stairs. 'It was a logical mistake,' Ginny repeated to herself going up the stairs to the 6th-year boys' room. 'Dean looks just like Harry with his hair like that. I kinda like the new style-all messed up....' But before she could finish her thought, she was in front of their door. She knocked, but no one answered. She knocked even harder and heard some whispers inside.
"Harry? Are you in there?" She chanted through the door. Then she listened more intently.
"Who's that? Is that your girlfriend?" She heard a recognizable voice whispering from inside. Ginny burst through the door, almost knocking it off its hinges only to find disappointment. Sure enough, there Harry was. He was underneath a thrown-about sheet and Ginny could have guessed completely naked. And there SHE was. Ms. Lavender Brown behind a sheet as well.
"Ginny, I can explain. See.... Are you listening? This is what happened...." And Harry continued on to tell a nauseous Ginny what had happened. "And so the troll came rampaging through the common room, and we just didn't...."
"Can anyone confirm this?"
"Well, no….We were alone."
Ginny blocked it out. She ran down the stairs, up to her dormitory, grabbed her cloak and went to Hermione's room.
"I'm goin' out."
"To..."
"Out." Hermione took this as a forewarning of Ginny being pissed and continued to play chess with Ron. Of course, it was pointless, as Ron would kick her ass any day, but they enjoyed the time spent together anyway.
Ginny went ripping through the common room and was about to step through the portrait hole when Harry was skipping steps and trying to button and zipper his pants up. He still wasn't wearing a shirt, so immediately all the girls turned and started batting their lashes at him. Harry had grown considerably also. He had bought a new pair of glasses that weren't as bulky and turned into a lean muscular young wizard. A couple of first years nearby started blushing, but kept gazing at him imploringly.
"C'mon baby, you know I love you...."
"Fuck you!" She threw her ring at his face and jumped through the portrait hole because she was already late for her tutoring in the dungeons.
'God, what a fucking bastard. I hope him and that whore have fun together. I don't need him; I only loved him for half a decade, that's all. You can shake 'em off, Ginny. He ain't nothin'.'
She was shaking.Ginny was in front of Snape's classroom on Tuesday and as she reached it, he was already coming out.
"Ah, my best student! Here for your tutoring, I presume? He's already waiting for you. I wish that you'd be less tardy then when you show up in for my class tonight, but tut-tut."
All Ginny had repeating in her head was, 'he?' She walked inside and there, with his back to her, was THE LAST person she wanted to be tutored by. The one and only, Draco Malfoy.
"So it's you, Mr. Snape got me all excited when he said that it was a girl. Pity it wasn't."
"Shuddup, Malfoy." Was all that she could get out of her mouth. She really wasn't in the mood after what Harry had done to her.
"Not excited? Well, pity you." He sneered at her with not only his mouth, but also with his steel-gray eyes.
"Listen, Malfoy. I'm really not in the mood for this. You're not the only prick I had to deal with this week. Let's just get this over with." He was surprised with her rationality, and his curiosity got the better of him, but he knew better then to ask, so he just started with the lesson.
"Okay, Professor Snape said that you were dozing off and missed the lesson on one of the love potions. Which one?"
"Um, the one that makes another person fall in love with you." She looked at him thoughtfully. 'No Weasley, no carrot-top? What was the world coming to when MALFOY could say a sentence with no trace of insult?'
"Then the Glance potion. All right-be of some help, then. Get the fluxweed from the top cupboard, no, the top. You're not tall enough. Here, let me get it. Um, let me remember.... The eye of swan, we need a mortar and pestle too, to grind it.... And one other thing. The heartstring of, of...."
"Unicorn." Ginny finished for him.
"Yes, thank you." He looked at her. 'Did she do something to her hair? Oh, come off it, Draco. She's a Weasley!' He quickly looked thoughtfully at the cauldron that was full of boiling water.
"Here's the fluxweed. Dice it then hand it back to me."
"Aren't I supposed learn how to do this?"
"Yes, of course. Aren't you learning anything?"
"Not by just chopping stuff up! I wanna throw it in too!" She blushed and looked down, all the while still peering at him.
"Fine." He took the chopping knife and switched places with her. She had a smile play across her face as she "bammed" the love soup.
'It's real cute the way she smiles like that.... She looks like a child playing around.... WHAT AM I THINKING! She's a Weasley, a poor lowlife, with...well, no life.'"Well? Are you done with the heartstring?" She looked up at him from the stew. Ginny herself had grown too. She decided during the summer to rid herself of her long, RED, curly hair for short, right atop the shoulder locks. The freckles on her face even changed-they all disappeared, except for a few bunches on top of her cheeks and nose. Her figure finally came too, a bit curvier then the skinny rectangle she was last year.
Draco looked up at her and looked at her face for a second.
Ginny looked away then back at him quickly. 'Why is he staring at me? What's his problem?' "Well.... Are you done yet?"
"Um, yea." Draco started and grabbed the heartstring. He handed it to her and kind of stood transfixed looking at her pour it into the love potion.
"You're not afraid to touch the heartstring?" He inquisitively asked.
"Um, no. Why?" She gave him a side-ways glance and looked back at what she was doing.
"It's just.... Oh, nothing. Nevermind." And he looked back down; measuring some crushed swan eyes in the process.
"No, tell me! Please?"
"No, I'd rather," but just then he looked at her pleading eyes and before he stared anymore, looked back down. "It's just, a rather personal matter. I don't think you'd care anyway." He looked back up at her.
"I can keep a secret." She batted her lashes and looked as innocent as she possibly could.
"Well, all right. It's just that most of my ex-girlfriends were real girly-girls. A real disgrace to the Slytherin clan." He rolled his eyes, as if he were ashamed to announce that any of the Slytherins were a disgrace.
"What about Pansy?"
"A wuss. Couldn't even look at a worm, much less pick it up."
"Oh."
"Yea, needless to say, you don't care?"
"No, I do. Why else would I have asked?"
"Good point." He nodded his head in agreement. He put his hand in his pocket and Ginny looked at him. Before she could stop it, it came out.
"Do you bite your nails?" She looked at him in a sort of quizzical manner.
"Excuse me?" He stopped digging in his pocket and looked at her.
"I asked you. Do you bite your nails? It's a fair question." She shook her head at him, her curls swaying with her head.
He looked back down and switched to his other pocket. "No. I do not." He looked up at the ceiling.
"What are you doing?!"
"Ha, real funny. Be a comedian like your other carrot-topped siblings." He smiled and continued to dig in his cloak pocket. 'She isn't a carrot-top, she's ginger-headed.' Ginny realized this was the first time she saw him smile, then she wondered why he didn't do it more often.
"We've got a good half an hour till that stuff's gonna be done." He pulled out his hand. "Would you like to join me in some B.B. Jelly Beans? I have them shipped to me especially from the factory so they don't contain any nasty ones. Ya know. Like ear wax, licorice, etc."
"But that's half the fun of 'em!"
"You like ear wax?"
"Well, no, but what's the point without the thrill?"
"Some thrill. I'd rather stick my tongue in your ear and at least get you turned on then eat a damn jelly bean!"
"I'm sure that you would turn me on." She retorted sarcastically. "I mean, come off it! You're Malfoy, I'm Weasley."
"Yea, what about it?" By this time, they both were enjoying the jellybeans laid out on the desk.
"It's just! Just that..." But she never finished her sentence. Because while she was nonconciously flailing her arms about, she knocked some jellybeans into the cauldron and the bubbling liquid was rising.
"Oh my God! What do I do?!"
"Um, um.... Duck!" The pink liquid that was changing colors rapidly had just exploded and they both were caught in it. They didn't duck fast enough.
Ginny and Draco stood up, looked at each other, and just started laughing their heads off. However, in couple of minutes, Draco pressed his index finger up to her lips and slowly came closer to her.
'Is he gonna kiss me?!'
He finally came into a couple inches of her lips, and continually stared into her big green eyes. "I hear Filch, follow me." He grabbed her hand and together, bounded out of the door. She followed, though stunned.
"Where are we going, Draco?" Ginny asked, they were going through the dungeons, and for all she knew, he could be leading her into a trap. But somehow, she trusted him, she trusted Draco Malfoy.
They were still holding hands as each time they would round a corner, backs up against the wall and he would peek around the edge to see if anyone was coming.
She stopped him before he pulled her around another corner.
"Draco!" Pant, pant. "God, I need to exercise more!" She held her chest as her other hand dropped from his onto her knee. She leaned over, gasping for breath.
"Now, where are we going?!"
He looked down at her and couldn't help but put his hands on his hips and join her in gaining his breath back.
"Away from there. I can't get caught again, not by Filch."
She stood up and looked at him.
"And why is that?"
"Because he has a thing against me." He looked over at her.
"He had that with EVERYONE. Don't feel too special."
'Wish I wasn't,'
thought Draco."C'mon, we need to get going." He started jogging around the corner when he sensed that he forgot something.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me where." She put her hands on her hips and stared at him.
"Can't I tell you when we get there?"
"No! And where's 'there'?"
"You'll see." Draco grabbed her hand and she reluctantly followed. He secretly was hoping that he could tell her soon. 'Not tonight, but I will.' He thought. After about ten minutes, he stopped running and waved at the wall.
"We're here."
"And what's 'here'?"
"The Slytherin Common Room." He jauntily waved at the wall again, smiling again.
"Well, thanks, but unfortunately, I'm don't sleep here, bye!"
"No, wait." He took hold of her arm and pulled her back. "I'm just getting something from my dormitory. Hold on. Promise?"
'How can I not with blue eyes like that?'
She thought."Fine...." He said the secret password [Muggle] and had begun to jump into the room, but something held him back.
"Are you going to let me go?" He looked back at her, one foot on the threshold.
"I promised I wouldn't." She smiled sweetly at him and he smiled back. She let him go and he went inside.
She leaned up against the wall, looking away from the common room, keeping a watch for Filch. After about 7 minutes [she was counting] something hugged her from behind and she felt something warm-kiss her cheek.
They had made it a secret custom of theirs to meet each other every couple of days or whenever they felt like it.
"Ah! Geddoff me!" She wiggled her way free and turned around to face what lurks around the dungeons at night. But she saw.... No one.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" She put up her fists and turned around to find Draco behind her. Before she could scream at him, he put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her tenderly on her lips. She just stood there shocked for a moment then ever so slowly, put her hands so she would graze his jawbone, then lay to rest behind his neck. She couldn't stop kissing him. Everything that had happened that night, everything that pissed her off and everything that hurt her, lay to rest on Draco's lips. Needless to say, it was a fierce kiss.
When they stopped kissing, he still had his cold hands on her face and she clutched his arms right above his wrists. He gave her a short, tender kiss on the lips and let ago of her.
"Surprise," was all that he whispered to her.
"I am." She had tears in her eyes.
He wiped them off her pale cheeks and asked her, "why are you crying?"
"Because I really wanna be with you," she sniffed, "but I'm not ready. Not the same month after Harry. I'm sorry."
He looked at his watch and said, "well, technically, it isn't. It's a quarter after twelve."
"What!? I need to get back to my Common Room!" She turned around and started to leave when Draco came up beside her.
"Here, put this over you." He managed to put the invisibility cloak over the both of them and they continued walking. And sure enough, right as they passed a corner, Filch passed right past them, talking to Mrs. Norris.
"Stupid girls, screaming at all hours of the night. We'll get them, pretty." Filch told his cat. Ginny had to stifle a laugh while Draco just smiled.
They took their sweet time and Draco didn't try any moves on her, though he knew every one in the book. He didn't want to frighten her away, not this time. After 15 minutes of climbing trick staircases and meandering the hall, Ginny realized that they had passed the Common Room a total of three times.
"So...." Draco said.
"So." She replied.
"I think that we should keep this custom."
"I think that's a good idea."
"But unfortunately, I can't go on September 20th because I have detention from Flitwick. Sorry." He looked down at his shoes.
"Really!? That's great, because I have detention that Friday too! Do you have to meet in the Great Hall at 7pm, to meet Hagrid?"
"Yea! I'll see you then." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and whispered in his ear.
"Maybe I'll recover more quickly then I thought." She smiled seductively at his amused expression and turned into the Portrait Hole that was already open. 'Already open?' Ginny thought.
But before she could turn around and see why, Ron and Hermione came out and Hermione bumped into Ginny. Draco quickly hid under his Invisibility cloak.
"Ginny! Um, Ron and I were just, um...." However, she would not finish her sentence, as Ron interrupted.
"What are you doing out this late!" He looked around her and up and down the hall to make sure that no boys were around. To his eyes, there weren't.
"First of all, it's none of your business! Second of all.... I won't tell if you won't tell...." And she smiled something wicked at him. He looked at her inquisitively and continued out of the hole with Hermione.
"Fine." Hermione said for Ron. Then she lowered herself to Gin's ear and whispered, "I'll tell you later if you tell me later." Ginny nodded and Hermione smiled at Ginny.
Hermione and Ron were half way down the hall when Hermione came running back.
"And don't be mad at Harry. Lavender is a slut, you know that!"
"So it makes it okay to disrespect me?"
"Well, no, but you should still be friends?" It was more of a statement then question. By this time, Ron had come back also and was tugging on Hermione's hand.
"Damn women, they take so bloody long to say goodbye! C'mon!" He gave her one last tug and they were walking away, and from behind the corner, Hermione yelled, "just consider it!" Ginny yelled back okay and leapt into the Common Room.
And to no one's surprise, Harry was sitting in the maroon one-seater in front of the fire that Friday night. She walked up to him, sat down on the table in front of him, put her hands around her face and said to him, "explain."
"What's the point?" He replied to her. She looked up at him and put her elbows on her knees.
"So we can at least be friends. I want to make the effort. Do you?"
"Well, I dunno anymore." He looked back down and started playing with his fingers subconsciously.
"What do you mean, 'you don't know'?! Did you just wake up and decide that you hated your girlfriend, had sex with Lavender and leave it at that?!"
"No. But kissing my enemy isn't any better." He said this with such ease, in such a hurtful voice, Ginny almost felt bad for him. She soon regained self-empowerment.
"No, no. Don't even blame this on me! I walked in on you and Lavender friggin' fucking in your bed!"
"We weren't having sex!" He yelled back at her. The room was starting to look at them.
"What? Don't tell me some bullshit story about a troll either!"
"She laid me, but I didn't let her have me. I'm not THAT dirty. She tried to, you walked in right after she had pushed me on my bed."
"And I suppose that having her lay you is so much better?"
"Yes, because, because having sex is so much more to me. Getting laid means nothing. It means that she's a whore and I got hard. But Ginny, I wouldn't have sex with her! You mean too much to me." He stood up and took both of her hands into his and looked her in the eyes. But she looked down.
"But I obviously didn't mean enough. We're through. Nothing can change that. I can't trust you. I'm sorry." She got up and brought her hand to her cheek to wipe away a tear that was getting ready to fall. She rushed through the Common Room and out of the portrait hole. She wanted to be with Draco.
She ran silently to the dungeons, all the while tears were flowing silently down her cheeks. Ginny arrived at the wall that Draco was waving at just a few weeks before. Ginny didn't know what to do next. What if someone was in there? But what if Filch caught her? She found that the Slytherin common room was a better risk.
"Muggle." She tapped her wand on the stone and it melted away. Ginny took a deep breath and slowly walked through the threshold. Thank God no one was there. But she couldn't help but feel her jaw drop as she stepped inside. It was full of high-backed chairs and a dark, dreary feeling was felt throughout her ribcage, it made her cold.
She walked quietly up the sixth-year boys' staircase and walked over to Draco's bed, not noticing a long bit of parchment on his desk from his mother. Draco looked so innocent when he was sleeping. Hi silver-blonde hair was falling over his face and Ginny reached over to bring it back from his eyes. He was facing the doorway and when she touched him, he rolled over to face the window. Ginny wondered how the Hell he could fall asleep with how loud Crabbe and Goyle were snoring.
She had one last look at Draco, and opened the top drawer of his cherry-wood dresser. She searched around for his invisibility cloak and heard something behind her. But before she could turn around and check herself, her arm was twisted behind her back and she felt a strong grip around her mouth. The pinky and ring finger of the persons hand was under her chin, unbarring her to bite or even open her jaw.
"My wand is pointed straight at your heart," and the man poked her back to prove it, "I have killed before, and not afraid to do so again. Now who are you and why were you in my dresser so late at night?" He loosened the grip he had on her chin, just enough so she could whisper. She recognized his cold fingers.
Ginny whispered. "Draco, it's me." He let go and swung her around. She was still in her day cloak and he was in a pair of black boxers.
She continued to tell him about Harry as he got out a longer shirt of his for her. While Draco got out his invisibility cloak, she got changed behind his back. After hearing an "all right" from her, he whipped around.
"Wow," was all that escaped. "Why don't you show off your legs more often?" This was enough to make her blush.
"Well, um, I presume that you'll be sleeping here?" Ginny nodded.
He magicked a cot next to his bed and Ginny made it disappear. Without words, he knew what she wanted and the fell asleep in each other's arms.
Little did she know that after she fell asleep, Draco was putting his warm arm around her waist and smiling.
The next morning, Draco woke her up real early, before even the Slytherin girls did, and walked her to her common room. She got out from underneath the cloak and invited him into her dormitory. Only Angel was still there, the rest had gone to breakfast.
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Review, please! If I don't get some major reviews, I'm gonna discontinue this story then slit my wrists!!! Jus' playin'. No offence to cutters, either…. : )
PS: Please excuse the cut-offs, but the way I re-organized this, is that I make the story, then cut it into ten computer pages a chapter. Understand? No? Too damn bad! * Walks away muttering about daft people *