Eight years ago, if you told Ginevra Weasley that she would be having tea with Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin, peacefully and voluntarily, she would have called you nutters and told you to mind your own business, but there she was, sitting with her legs crossed, sipping her black currant tea as if she was royalty, looking at Malfoy straight in the eyes.
Malfoy sat back in his chair. "Do you realize that you'll never get the orange out of your hair?" he said, eyeing the roots of Ginny's dark red hair. After attempting to dye her hair the magic way, she decided to try a different method. However, a month later, her carrot-red roots had begun to show.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "You're obviously not too keen to do anything to your hair, are you?" True, it was. Malfoy had not changed his hairstyle since his third year of Hogwarts.
"My hair is not in such a state that it is necessary to alter it drastically," Malfoy replied loftily.
"Of course. I however seem to remember quite a large quantity of Muggle hair product in my first year." Ginny sipped her tea calmly.
Malfoy smirked. "Father disapproved of spending our large monthly income on Muggle possessions. He preferred to spend it...otherwise."
"Really now?" Ginny inquired. "I'll have you know that after your father's death the fortune left by your grandfather to your father has been donated to the Werewolf Registry, to support those looking for a cure for lycanthropy."
Malfoy promptly choked on his tea. "Why in god's name would he do that!"
Ginny smiled coyly. "He didn't. Your mother did. She decided your money could go to a better cause."
Malfoy put a hand to his head. "Mother needs a better doctor..." he muttered.
Ginny grinned. She liked to think that Narcissa had a secret infatuation with Remus Lupin while they were in school and that's why she donated such a large sum of money to the Registry.
"Find that funny, don't you?" Malfoy joked.
"As a matter of fact, I do," Ginny said and leaned forward.
"I'm wounded." Malfoy leaned forward as well, putting their faces inches apart.
"I could heal that wound for you, you know," Ginny stated as Malfoy ran a finger along her jaw.
"No, I don't think I'd like that," he said, and brushed his lips over hers. He kissed her more firmly, still gently. When she didn't protest, he opened his mouth against hers and licked her bottom lip, begging for a reaction. She needed no further invitation. She opened her mouth, allowing him access while his hand caressed her cheek. She leaned into his touch and he explored every corner of her mouth. She tasted like tea. Black currant tea, to be precise, and Malfoy savored every bit.
They both parted for air reluctantly.
"I kind of like how you taste," Malfoy said, stroking Ginny's dark red curls.
"I would hope so," Ginny replied, and they locked lips again.
I honestly don't know where this came from. I know it's short, but I think I like it anyways. I do, by the way, have black currant tea, and it's absolutely delicious. Please review. :)