Frostbite by Indiaink
"Why aren't you wearing any shoes, Weasley?" he deadpans, his grey eyes amused and somewhat exasperated.
Tugging on an errant strand of red hair, she looks down at her bare toes and sighs. "I'm upset," she replies just as he has begun to think she wasn't listening to his question.
"And, you've decided that, being upset, the most logical course of action is to forgo the wearing of shoes?"
"Obviously."
He blinks, waiting for elaboration, and when it doesn't come, he rolls his eyes. "It is clear that in your convoluted mind, standing in the middle of the frost, in February, in Scotland, without shoes, is normal, but let me remind you that such an action is absurd. Insane, even."
Finally she looks up, chocolate brown eyes boring into his with startling intensity. He prepares for her to point out his faults, his shortcomings, the one hundred and one reasons why she must now proceed to leave him, and he has to stop himself from wincing because he knows that it's ridiculous for two people as radically different as they are to keep seeing each other. It's almost as ridiculous as the fact that she's not wearing any shoes right now.
"I'm upset," she repeats as he braces himself for the inevitable rejection, "with shoes," she finishes.
Caught completely off guard, he blinks several times in rapid succession, looks down at her pale feet and then up again at her stoic face. Searching her eyes for a trace of humour, he lets out a rather unattractive bark of laughter. "Shoes being a metaphor for..." he trails off.
"Really, Malfoy. I said I'm upset with shoes, which means I'm upset with...no, actually, I'll let you fill in the blank for me."
Thoroughly confused but unwilling to let it show, he scoffs. "Well, obviously, being the girl that you are, you're playing a game with me, which I don't appreciate since it's not even a fun game, and--"
"SHOES, Malfoy! I'm upset with shoes--shoes being a metaphor for SHOES! And I'm the girl in this situation? Merlin, you're daft sometimes."
Taking three deep breaths because it simply wouldn't do for him to lose his temper in front of a girl who was clearly mentally unstable (although the fact that he is in love with her probably speaks volumes about his own level of sanity,) Draco gives her what he hopes is a placating look. "Fine. You're upset with shoes, and woeful though that is, why don't we go back inside before you get frostbite and become upset with the cold as well."
Frowning, she says, "I suppose it would be excessive for me to be upset with two things at once." After a pause, in which Draco is considering committing himself and her to a mental institution, she begins to laugh, tears of mirth glistening in her eyes. "I can't believe you fell for that! I'm just taking the piss out of you. I couldn't care less about shoes. But you always look so sure of yourself, and I wanted to see what you'd look like confused. And I must say, I quite like you confused. It's cute."
He slaps his hand to his forehead. "You're giving me a headache, woman."
Lips still quirked into a mischievous smile, Ginny says, "If you kiss me, I'll stop. I promise."
"Hm." he pauses, pretending to weigh his options. Then, in one sweeping motion, he puts one arm around her shoulders and the other behind her knees, lifting her off of the frostbitten grass. He smiles and lowers his lips to hers.
That was a plot bunny that jumped into my head today when I was on a walk and wouldn't leave me alone. I use the word "plot" loosely, because as you've noticed it's mostly just drabble and D/G banter. It's strange, I know, and I haven't written in years, but nonetheless I hope you found it enjoyable.
