Right so, this is the new story; i couldn't resist, i love Ginny and Draco alot. like alot. Demon's can't love will not forgive me for posting this instead of another chapter to living in a mad house, but i will when i get round to it.
I will try and continue this, it's just i'm not sure how well received it's going to be, etc.
If people like here, i might even post it on FIREANDICE, you should definitely check that out if you are a Draco and Ginny fan, yes i love the character Blaise as Draco's best friend.
Well i hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they belong to the amazing J.K Rowling, i just like to play with them.
Frowning down at the bloody paper, Draco wrinkled his nose at the baby picture Witch Weekly had decided to plaster across the front page, "Draco Malfoy; gorgeous at all ages." The headline read, he would need to burn all copies and then beat the bloody editor with his Firebolt.
"Bloody hell Malfoy, should have got in there when you looked like that." Blaise smirked over his shoulder at the girl's magazine.
"Zabini, you know you don't meet my standards." Draco retorted, throwing the bit of trash in the pink waste paper basket. A present from Blaise a few months ago because Draco's room apparently needed to 'brighten the hell up'.
"I saw that girl you shagged last week on the 4th floor and I know I am above your standards, ferret." The dark skinned boy replied.
"I'll have you know she was great in bed, I think you're jealous you haven't been shagged in weeks." The blonde haired boy smirked.
"Oh well, your going to be even more popular when these pictures get out." Blaise grinned, lifting the magazine out of the bin and placing on the Draco's desk.
Draco growled, "Blaise, you are seriously pushing your luck for…"
"I'm sure a certain red head will be pleased about this." Blaise interrupted Draco mid speech.
The arrogant blonde stiffened, "and I would care why?"
"Oh you know because you've been sharing a bed for a while now." Blaise continued, smiling, he loved winding up Draco about his love for Ginny, even if the blonde idiot didn't realise it was love yet.
"As you damn well know Zabini, she is not all that frequents my bed at night time." Draco said, letting a lazy smile form on his lips, pretending he didn't care.
Blaise smiled and raised an eyebrow, "I know, and I'm sure you're not as arrogant as to believe you are the only one who shares her bed."
Draco's eyes narrowed. Ah, Blaise thought, his work here was done. He winked and walked out the door leaving the blonde to fume silently.
To say Draco was furious was to say that Pothead liked catching the snitch. His thoughts were clear on his face. His possessiveness was itched on every inch of his aristocratic face. His mind raced, his Ginny, his Ginny, his Ginny.
Blaise would pay dearly for his words after the people in Ginny's bed paid first.
Sitting outside near the Herbiology green houses amongst the flowers and grass was a certain red head, lighting a cigarette with her wand. It was nighttime, her favourite time; his favourite time. She got to see him when the sun went down. She liked to joke that he was her vampire, he liked to tell her his skin was sensitive to light and that night time was their time.
The girl lost in her thoughts, smiled. She thought about her dorm and how everyone had got the latest copy of that wretched magazine and how the appreciate whispers had started, how everyone had starred at him. Only she could stare at him. She thought about that girl who had said she had shagged him on the fourth floor last week, Ginny had smashed a glass in her anger, she told Ron; she had a twitch, not that he believed her. He had followed her all day, making it hard for her to confront him and after that she just couldn't. That is why she is outside instead of being with him, avoiding him as it were.
I saw her lying on the grass, hair like fire flowing down her back in ringlets, her chocolate eyes scrunched up in concentration and her cigarette dangling from her left hand. Every so often, she would raise her hand to her mouth and inhale as deeply as she could and then release. She was beautiful. She was perfect. She is mine.
She had finished her cigarette, sighed, stood and traced her steps back to the path and started walking towards the building. I took my chance, stalking up behind her and then tackling her to the ground.
I had her hands above her head in my one hand and my legs straddling her waist before she could even scream, her brown eyes widen in alarm and then relaxed when she saw it was me lying above her.
"Draco." She breathed from under me. I said nothing, just watched her; she grew uncomfortable and squirmed under my intense gaze and I gasped just a bit, my body clearly remembered all too well what was going on the last time she was under me and squirming. Bloody wrench.
The minx smirked at me, it was my smirk and did it again. I gasped louder this time. Where was the witch learning these things, not from me for sure. I glared at her and she looked away, I smirked.
"Red." I said, demanding her to look at me. Her head snapped up, she didn't speak; this wasn't like her, usually I couldn't get her to shut up. I smiled at the memory, "you've been avoiding me."
"Draco, you are paranoid." She says, immediately.
Arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "Really? Then why haven't you come to see me in almost a week?" I demanded, angrily; remembering Blaise's words from earlier.
"I've been busy, is that a crime?" she replies, avoiding my eyes.
"It is when you've been in other people's beds, I thought I made it clear, I do not share, Ginny." I growl at her, her eyes widen in surprise then narrow in anger.
"HOW DARE YOU? How bloody dare you, Malfoy?! You are the one sleeping around and you accuse me of going near someone else." She hollers, trying to break free off my grip.
I process this, she is far too anger to actually be in someone else's bed but who is she talking about? Sleeping around?
Oh, the blonde Hufflepuff from last week, all beauty; no brains.
I smirk, "Jealous, are we Red?" I love pushing her buttons.
She struggles more violently but to no avail so she just settles for glaring at me. Merlin, she is so pretty she's angry. I lean down to kiss her and swallow her protests, she lets out a small noise beneath me and I smile, I let go off her hands and she rolls us over so she is not straddling my waist, she kisses me with such fervour that I know that there is no one else. We make it to the castle, still grabbing each other for kisses and touches.
When make it to the entrance hall, both completely breathless and her looking deliciously flushed when she pulls away and whispers, "Good night Draco, you know I don't forgive that easily. See you around.", stalking up the stairs.
I stand speechless at the bottom. The wrench just left me, like this. Like this. LIKE THIS.
Lounging on Draco's bed, waiting for the other prince of Slytherin to return, I start throwing pillows around his room, that boy really is too neat for his own good. Just as I start to read that horrible piece of trash, Witch Weekly to cure my boredom, I mean seriously, what is he doing? Doesn't he know he should be here for me to annoy. I mean what else are best friends for?
I wonder where the hell Pansy is? I mean she should be here, trying to help me make Draco realise his love for that lovely little red head. Merlin, you think he was blind. Just as I'm about to give up, the devil himself walks in, perhaps a little too ruffled for his usual obsessive neat self.
Taking in his darkened eyes and ruffled hair, I raise an eyebrow and clear my throat, "What did I tell about surprising young girls in the corridor, they get startled and try to rip your hair out, not that I blame them."
Draco takes a huge, apparently calming breath. Not that, that will help; he'll still explode.
"Blaise, I am giving you 5 seconds to get the hell out of my room before I Aveda Kavarda your arse." He whispers dangerously low.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch you." I say, smirking.
"1…" he starts, staring at me.
I don't move, "Now now Draco, violence never solves anything."
"2…" he continues.
I sigh, he really is dense sometimes, all that pure blood breeding and he didn't even get the brains out of it.
"3…" he is now looking for his wand.
I still don't move or say a thing, when he doesn't find what he is looking for, he explodes.
"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY WAND ZABINI?" he hollers, loud enough to wake the whole bloody castle, he really does have anger issues.
"Now is that anyway to talk to your best friend, Draco?" I ask, fluttering my eyelashes.
"No, of course not but whoever said you were my best friend Blaise was seriously deranged." He sighs, dropping into a green armchair near his door.
"I'm flattered, really Draco, you are suuuch a charmer, I'm not surprised Ginny fell for you charms tonight, it must have been really hard for her to resist, oh wait," I say, pretending to think, "she did, oh how mistaken I am."
Groaning, he puts his blonde head in his hands. I would feel pity for him as I am the only one allowed to see him in such a state but this is not a time for sympathy. He deserves this.
I patted him on the head, "Cheer up Dracois, it's not all bad." I tell him before walking out.
Going to bed, I can't help but think about that blonde I saw today, she was wearing weird earrings. Must ask Draco about her tomorrow or perhaps even Ginny.
Breakfast the next morning was quite a boring affair had by all, at the Slytherin table, Blaise would say, he had found the girl he was looking for and was quite delighted by the fact she was obviously friends with Ginny and then Draco would groan at the sound of Ginny's name. Then Pansy would look at her two best friends and wonder what the hell she had missed last night and glance in the direction they were both staring quite intensely at and see the object of her affections, of course she liked Marcus Flint but that didn't mean he gave her butterflies like that red hair and freckles did. I mean if only he'd stop fawning over that bloody mudblood.
At the Gryffindor table, Luna; who had moved to sit with Ginny after Ginny had insisted, she didn't really mind, she liked the people here. Ginny was distractedly eating her cereal, while listening to Harry and Ron talk about plans for the next quidditch match against Hufflepuff, she was trying her best to avoid certain sliver eyes and instead met the brown ones of Blaise and he winked at her, she smiled and Blaise's attention again shifted to Luna's sky coloured eyes. Blaise smiled at her and Luna looked utterly perplexed and possibly slightly unnerved by Blaise's interest.
Ginny had to stifle her laughter as Blaise looked confused by Luna's response to him and she caught Pansy's eye and they both laughed. Blaise looked furious and Draco obviously said something witty because Pansy laughed harder and Blaise gave him a dead arm.
Luna whispered, "are you still not talking to Draco?"
Before Ginny replied, she glanced at her brother and his friends, satisfied they were not listening she spoke to Luna quietly with her eyes sparkling, "Well I am, a bit. I mean snogging means talking…right?"
Luna's giggle was her only answer.
Entering Charms half an hour later, Luna spoke again, "Before you even think about it, I am not in the least interested."
Genuinely confused, I enquired, "What?"
She raised an eyebrow, "That Zabini boy, I am not interested so don't think about it."
Smiling I replied, "Would I do that to you?"
She evidently knows me too well, "Yes, and don't."
I smirk, very Draco like, "Is that a dare or a double dare?"
So this is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction, review please. Let me know what you think, i appreciate it immensely. thanks! xo