A/N: Hey all! This is my first ever FanFic! It takes place after the 6th book. Voldemort is gone; defeated over the summer between Harry's 6th and 7th year. And a special thanks to Maley422 for being my devoted and loyal editor, (so blame her if there are mistakes) Please review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the characters belong to JKR.
This is so completely unfair!, she thought to herself as she walked bitterly down the dark corridors, Snape knows I have things to do, IMPORTANT, things!
Ginny Weasley stopped at the doors to the dungeon classroom she loathed so much. Taking a deep breathe, she composed herself. It's just one lousy detention, Gin. She closes her eyes, just go in and get it over with.
With much effort and another deep, claming breath, Ginny swung open a heavy wooden door. The undeniable smell of old Potions with that little hint of, what Ginny believed could only be the smell of the excess grease Snape always had dripping from his shaggy hair, rushed at her, triggering even more loathing of the room.
"Look at her, mate, just standing there. Dumb as a doorknob, that one!" Ginny snapped open her eyes to see a smirking Draco Malfoy sitting at the large desk in the front of the room that normally would be occupied by the Head of Slytherin.
"Shut it, Malfoy!" barked Ginny. She gave him a disgusted glower. What the hell is that git doing here?
"Now, now Weaselette," said Malfoy, folding his arms, with his infamous smirk plastered on his lips, "is that any way to talk to your superiors?"
Superiors? Who does he think he is… Snape? Ginny snorts, "You may be a year older, Malfoy, but you'll never be superior!" Without looking to see the boy's reaction, she marched towards her usual desk, near the large bookcase in the back of the room.
"I'd watch that tongue of yours, Weasley, it could get you into trouble," warned the pale-haired Slytherin. Ginny looked up just in time to see him give a wink to the boy Ginny had not noticed was sitting in front of Malfoy in one of the front desks "But then again, I usually like them feisty!" Blaise Zabini chuckled and gave Malfoy a knowing wink accompanied by his trademark grin.
Ginny chose to ignore his comment, rolled her eyes, and sighed, "This little battle of wits is a riot and all, but do either of you two morons know where Professor Snape is?"
"Keep your knickers on Weasley, he'll be here," grunted Malfoy, letting slip a slightly devilish smirk at the reference to the girl's undergarments.
After a silence that seemed to be weighed down by the mutual dislike of the three room's occupants, Ginny heard the large wooden doors behind her open, and to her detest, saw the greasy haired, Potions professor enter the room.
"Off my desk, Malfoy, this is not a lounge." Draco, looking some what disappointed at his Head of House's indifference to him, jumped down off his perch and settle into the seat adjacent Blaise.
Snape strode to his desk and turned to face the room. "Needless to say," began Snape," this is detention, and being such, you will complete this Potion assignment in silence." Snape sent a warning look at the lonesome Gryffindor, "If I hear so much as a sniffle come from you, you will be joining me, right here this time tomorrow as well." Ginny had to bit her lip to keep the insults she so desperately wanted to scream from pouring out of her mouth. She did not want to spend any more time in the room then necessary.
The rest of the hour was spent in complete silence, much to Ginny satisfaction, for she had no interest in hearing more degrading comments from Malfoy. Ginny gazed into her cauldron, noticing the light aroma of amber and the thick sliver fog that was hovering inside. It was finished, Thank Merlin!
Ginny bottled the contents of her cauldron into a small, glass vile. After performing a quick cleaning charm and packing up her things, she made her way to Snape's desk.
As if he knew she would say something, Snape looked up and muttered, "No need for pleasantries, Weasley. Set it down and you are free to go."
"Yes, sir," Ginny said, forcing the last word through greeted teeth.
Ginny glanced at her watch. Half past eight. Great, now I've missed dinner. She turn on heal and walked out of the room.
It was several minutes before she realized that the two Slytherin boys were behind her. She tried walking faster to put distance between them but found that they determinedly kept her pace.
To the boys' surprise, Ginny suddenly stop dead in her tracks as she whirled around to face them.
"Quit following me, you bloody creeps!" snapped Ginny, as the boys stumbled in the attempt to stop before they collided with the now red faced girl.
"What the bloody hell is your problem, She-Weasel?" said Draco as he tried to find his balance.
"And, for your information, we're not following you. There is only one hallway out of this dungeon, Weasley."
Blaise spoke with a certain arrogant but indifferent tone that, for a moment, rendered Ginny speechless. This was the first time she had ever heard the boy speak. They had been in the Slug-Club together last year but never had he spoken a single word to anyone, at least not to her knowledge. She found that it sounded pleasant, unlike Malfoy's voice which sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard to her.
Whoa, did you just imply that you enjoyed something about a Slytherin? Ginny silently scolded herself for that lapse in judgment.
She figured she had to have been making a confused looking face because she felt Draco's voice sounded a bit too much like he was giving a lecture, "You see Weaselette, this hallway," pointing up and down the large, empty corridor, "goes from Snape's office to that stairway, where I snogged a pretty little fifth-year Ravenclaw not three hours ago."
Blaise let out a snicker at Draco's brashness. Ginny, however made a gagging sound before she spun on her spot and stormed off down the hall. Why any self respecting girl would let any part of Draco Malfoy touch her is beyond me, thought Ginny.
After the redhead had gone out of sight up the stairs, Blaise turned to his long-time friend, "What was that all about?"
"What?" Draco questioned, unaware that he had continued to stare at the spot on the stairs where Ginny had long since disappeared from.
"Drake, you've got to get over this crush thing you've got on the She-Weasel," Blaise stated as he made his way down the hall.
Draco felt as though his jaw was going to literally hit the floor, Where the hell did that come from?
"E-Excuse me?" Draco stuttered as he tried to catch up to his best friend who had begun walking swiftly up the corridor.
"You heard me," the olive-skinned boy turned to Draco looking thoroughly peeved, "this thing, this attraction or whatever you have for her, it's really got to stop. You're a Slytherin!" Blaise paused, shaking his head in disbelief. Before walking away he added, hotly, "Hell, you're a bloody Malfoy, for Merlin's sake!"
Draco was stunned. He had never heard Blaise sound so disappointed, and rather angry, at him like this before. Draco called out, "I don't know who you've been talking to mate, but I DO NOT fancy that little slimy blood-traitor!"
Blaise halted and rolled his eyes. Speaking in a dismissive tone, he argued, "Right, that's why whenever you're around her you feel the need to throw insults, and then proceed to inform her of some random hookup you had," he paused, "only to end up watching her, with lust in your eyes, as she practically runs away from you in disgust!"
Noticing the expression of utter disbelief in his eyes, Blaise patted Draco on the shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry mate, it's not that obvious, I'm just incredibly perceptive. Besides," Blaise gave one last meaningful look at his best friend, sighed and added, "she looks like she'd be a firecracker in bed! I wouldn't mind taking her for a spin," and continued walking.
Draco could not move, he could not even speak. He couldn't fathom what caused his friend's outburst. I don't really look at her with "lust in my eyes" do I? No! No, I don't because I could never think of a Gryffindor as anything more then a worthless, self-righteous git who is a waste of magic.
