A/N: My first Draco/Ginny fic! I just love this couple! Might be a one-
shot, but I might do more... Review when you're done! I would luv ya
for it!!!
Rejected by you, But I don't care
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"Ginny! Clear out, we need to use this room!"
I looked up as Ron yelled at me, and I glared at him, gathering my books and quills and storming out of the room.
"Geesh, she's such a bother!" I faintly heard Ron say as I shut the door behind me, and I couldn't stop the tears from forming in my eyes. Sure, it bugged me that they kicked me out, but he didn't have the right to be so mad at me just for not liking it! For goodness sake, he was kicking me out of MY room! Just because the "Perfect Three" needed something, I was the bitch for not bowing to their every command! I gasped, surprised at myself. I didn't just cuss. I don't care if it was in my head. Ginny Weasley does not cuss!
I sighed as I sunk down into our ratty sofa, opening my potions book onto my lap. I started reading, determined to finish my essay before dinner, that way I could start on my Transfiguration by tomorrow. I promised myself last year that I would finish before the last two days of summer, so that I wouldn't be spending all night trying to finish and gets points taken from Gryffindor for having a half-assed essay. The words taken right from the mouth of Severus Snape himself.
I looked up as Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked into the room, laughing at some joke they had shared. I looked back down at my book and continued reading, not wanting to acknowledge their presence. But, I was forced to as Ron nudged me with his foot, and I looked up at him.
"Hey, could you go study somewhere else, we want to sit here."
"Ron! Don't be so mean." Hermione said to him, but I could hear the lack of conviction in her voice.
"It's ok...." I stood up, once again putting all my things into my bag, and headed back up the stairs.
"Thanks Gin!"
I didn't look back as Harry's voice floated up to me, just continued my way up to my room. This was getting old...if they were going to be like this all summer....I don't know if I would be able to live through it.
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I suppose lady luck doesn't run with me all that often. It's the week before school starts...and it's been going on all summer. I must have gotten loads of exercise, going up and down the stairs continuously depending on he Trio's mood. I'm packing now. We're leaving this afternoon; we're going to spend the last week of the summer at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. I can hear my multiple brothers storming up and down the stairs. George and Fred were going back for the beginning of the year, to make up for the time they missed last year, when they flew out of the castle after turning one of the hallways into a swamp. And Charlie is here as well, he's visiting for the summer. They got a bunch of new interns wanting to take care of the dragons, so they gave a few people the summer off. I somewhat wish none of them were here. Maybe then I wouldn't be pushed around so much. Bill's the only one who every really liked my company, but he, of course, is not here. After packing, I slowly made my way down the stairs, lugging my trunk behind me, wincing each time a loud thunk echoed through the house. I faintly heard someone yelling at me to shut up, but what did they expect me to do? Suddenly grow super macho muscles and carry it above my head?
We were packed into the car, and I was stuffed between Ron and George. Ron complained loudly the whole way there that I took up too much space and that I kept stepping on his foot. Well sorry!
I woke up late the next day, I had spent all night staring at the old wooden ceiling, daydreaming about- well I don't really know what about. I guess I was just staring into space. Everybody was gone; of course they didn't wake me up. Just leave boring old Ginny to deal with herself. I got up, dressing in my Hogwarts robes; they were all I had, at least all I had in good condition. I trudged out of the Inn, not bothering to eat breakfast. I wandered around a bit aimlessly for a while, then got out my list and started looking for the books that I would need his year. The store was almost empty, save a few people. After getting my books, I browsed around, my slender fingers dragging on the spines of the new, fresh books. They stopped in their tracks, however, when I heard a cold, drawling voice behind me.
"What, not with your boyfriend today, Weasel?"
I stayed quiet, my head bowed to the ground, not turning, knowing I would find Malfoy standing behind me.
"Not able to speak, Weasley? What, your parents too poor to afford a good education for you either?"
I walked to the side, brushing past him and making my way to the door.
"I thought Weasley's were supposed to have a fiery temper, what happened to you impaling my eye with a stick?"
I didn't answer as I walked out the door, making my way down the paved streets. Hearing footsteps right behind me, I turned around, and came face to face with Malfoy. He had been following me. I dropped my gaze from his face and stared intently at the ground.
"I don't like it when people ignore me, Weasel."
I didn't answer him. Why couldn't he go away? Why couldn't he just leave me alone?
"Listen, just because your pathetic excuse of a family doesn't notice if you ignore them, that doesn't mean I don't. And I don't like it when people ignore me."
"Please...just leave me alone Malfoy."
"Oh! So she can speak! Amazing!"
I sighed and turned around, hoping he would take the hint and leave. Obviously, Malfoy's weren't that kind. He fell into step next to me.
"Why are you following me!?" I asked, my voice low and pleading.
"Because it annoys you."
"I never said it annoys me!"
"But it does."
I looked at him, then away, glaring at the sidewalk. By looking down, I could clearly see the inch of skin between my socks and my robes and a discontented sigh heaved itself from my chest. Great, just great. I forgot to ask Mum for money for new robes. I would never last all year with these! I looked down at my money purse and sighed again. It was either the required ingredients for potions or new robes. I was screwed with either one I picked.
"Not enough money, Granger? Can't even buy the nessesities for school? How pathetic."
"Oh shut UP Malfoy! It's not like its any of your business anyway! And if you think its so pathetic then get the hell out of my life!!!!" I stood there, feet planted firmly on the ground and burning green eyes glaring up at him. I was surprised at myself, I never acted like this. It was just that he had this annoying way of getting under her skin, of making her get so angry when usually she was able to keep it inside.
"You really should watch that temper, Weasley, you could hurt someone's feelings."
"Like you have any!"
"I feel crushed."
"Like hell you do!"
He smirked. "Oh, but I do."
My hands clenched into tight fists, and I could almost feel the redness inching up my face. And what had to be the worst thing was that he was watching me. Not only watching, but laughing. Not outwardly, of course, but I could see the laughter in his cold, grey eyes. My hands shaking I brought back a fist, ready to punch him in the nose, when I noticed what I was doing. I stopped my eyes wide. I quickly brought my hand down, my eyes once again gluing themselves onto the ground.
"What happened to hitting me, Weasley?"
I didn't answer him. I kept staring at the ground, wishing that he could just disappear. How in the world did he do that to me? I've never hit anybody in my life...I couldn't believe I was about to hit him.
"Hey, Malfoy?"
"What?"
"Are you any good at Potions?"
"Of course, I'm a Malfoy. I'm good at anything I do."
I glared at him. "Seriously."
"Yes, Weasley. I'm good a Potions, what good is it to you?"
"Do you think you could....look over my essay...I...didn't really understand it...."
He raised a thin eyebrow, looking at me like I had grown an extra head. "Why don't you ask your boyfriend? Wouldn't that give you a perfect excuse to bask in his great presence?"
I could hear the sarcasm in his voice, and I found that it didn't really bug me that much anymore.
"Harry doesn't even notice me....I don't want to be anywhere near him...."
"Oh, did the great hero break poor Ginny's heart?"
I looked away form him again. "You don't have to rub it in, Malfoy."
"So he did."
I sighed in annoyance, risking a glance up at him. He had this highly amused look on his face, and I could tell that this conversation could go on forever without getting anywhere.
"So, will you do it or not?" "Sure, why not. What better way to waste my time than tutoring."
"Your being sarcastic now."
He smirked. "So amazed that you noticed."
I sent an annoyed look at him, then turned around and started walking. "You could just say no, you know. You don't have to turn it into some play."
"I said I would do it, didn't I Weasley?"
I whirled around, looking at him, amazed. "T-truly?"
"Meet me outside of Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor. We can use the tables there."
I nodded and turned yet again, making my way to Madam Malkin's. I didn't mind as much that I wouldn't have my ingredients, it was only a detention and some points. It wasn't like it hadn't happened before. As Madam Malkin was trimming my new robes, I was given time to think. And I started wondering if I had a head tumor. Why had I just asked Draco Malfoy for help!? Of all people why Draco Malfoy? And why had he accepted? Maybe the whole world had been taken over by giant brains, and that made people dumb. Alright, that doesn't make any sense I know, but...
"Alright, dearie, all done."
I smiled, thanking her and paying her the money I owed, then walked briskly out of the store. On my way back, I had even more time to think. Why had talking to that git made me so happy? I hadn't notice it, but I was having a much better day after talking to him. But that doesn't make any sense either.... He had bugged me half to death, I yelled at him, he got me angry enough to make me want to hit him, and yet now I was happy? I think I have a personality problem.
When I walked back into my room, I found them in there. Ron looked up, an annoyed look on his face.
"Gin, get lost we're talking."
I sighed. "Ron...Can't you talk in your own room for once!? Why do you always have to use my room!? Does it ever occur to you that maybe I would want to be in MY room? Or do I have to bow to your every command just because you're my brother? Am I supposed to be obedient little Ginny all my life?" I left it at that, not saying any more. I did leave though, making sure to thoroughly slam the door on my way out. I felt so good after that, I didn't even have time to be amazed at myself for doing that. I guess I really didn't have reason to be amazed. Everybody had their snapping point. I guess I just found mine. I would have to thank Malfoy tomorrow. If it weren't for him, I don't think I would have stood up for myself today. I never knew it felt so good to yell at people. Humming a soft tune under my breath, I walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, browsing shops and looking for something I could do to waste time.
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I woke up early the next morning, my rumpled hair falling in front of my eyes. I briefly wondered why I was up so early, but then I remembered I was supposed to meet Malfoy today. Jumping out of bed, I quickly got dressed, stuffing my potions book and papers into my schoolbag. I walked out into the hall, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"Hey, Gin...can I talk to you?"
I turned around to see Ron standing tentivily at the end of the staircase.
"Oh...sorry Ron, I gotta go somewhere..." I sent a small smile at him before racing down the stairs, and out the door. I didn't look at Ron, so I didn't see the surprised look on his face, but I was sure it was there. I mean, that must have been the first time in my life that I brushed him off. And, sadly, I felt good about it. I felt sort of guilty about liking brushing my brother off but....
I shook the thought from my head as I got to the Ice Cream Parlor, and a silver-white head came into view. I was amazed to see him there that early. We had never specified a time, and I was thinking that he would be there around lunch time. I walked up to the table, uttering a soft "hello" as I sank down into the chair. Looking at the table, I was amused to find that he had been eating an ice cream shake before I got there. I don't know why I was amused; I guess I just didn't figure Malfoy as the type that liked sweets.
"So you finally decided to show up, eh, Weasley? Were you planning on making me wait all day?"
I looked up at him, my mouth open. "What are you TALKING about? It 7 in the bloody morning! I didn't even expect you to be here yet! I was just going to wait here!"
I was shocked to hear a deep throated laugh emit from him, and my face went blank. "What's so funny?"
"It was a joke, Weasel, a joke. But....your face was just hilarious!!" His shoulders shook with his laughter, but it didn't take long before it died out.
"Ha...ha...ha."
"Oh don't be such a party pooper, Weasley."
"Look who's talking."
He shook his head. "Anyway, what are you working on?" He leaned over the table as I pulled out my Essay. "Ah, the Valia Potion....Yeah, that one was a bugger....Alright, the thing about this one is..."
I listened to Malfoy explain, and I was amazed that I understood everything he said easily, unlike when one of my brothers tried to help me. I also found something out about Draco Malfoy that nobody would ever expect. He was a very patient person. He answered all my questions good-naturedly, not getting annoyed at me when I didn't understand something and he had to explain it over and over again. I hadn't even noticed the passage of time when my stomach growled and I looked, startled at my watch.
"My god!! It's already noon!"
Malfoy looked up at me. "You didn't notice?"
"No! I thought it was still morning!"
"Weasley, you have no sense of time whatsoever. So anyway, do you just want to stop here today and finish this up tomorrow?"
I stuck my tongue out at him, scrunching up my eyes as I did so.
"Mature, Weasley, real mature."
"Aren't I though?" I smiled at him as I packed my things up again. "See you tomorrow then?"
He nodded. "See ya."
I waved as I walked out of his sight, feeling incredibly happy again. From what Ron had said, Malfoy was a jerk and an all around bastard, but from what I'd seen of him, he was a really nice person. I guess he's only nice to people who are nice to him. Remembering about Ron, I thought of what he wanted to tell me this morning, so after putting my stuff up in my room, I went in search of him. I guess he went out somewhere with Harry and Hermione though, because I couldn't find him. I decided against going to find him, as my stomach was yelling at me with intensity. Settling myself down at a table, I ordered food from Tom and satisfied myself with a nice chicken sandwich.
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I met with Draco every day that week. Not that I wasn't done with my essay, we finished that on the second day, but he had the 6th year's book, so we started working on that. It was fun, sitting there with him and working on potions, I don't think I ever had so much fun with that boring class before. And this year isn't going to be as hard. I mean, if I can do 6th year potions work, surely I can do it for my own year. I haven't seen Ron since that first day; I think he's been avoiding me. Talking about Ron, I was thinking...what would he say if he knew I was meeting Draco every day? Not that I really care, but hey. I'm sure he would disown me as his sister and never talk to me again. Maybe that was why I asked Draco to help me that day, because I wanted to bug Ron. Whatever the reason, I'm glad I did it. Oh, the other day, when I was working with Draco (did you notice that I'm calling him Draco now?) He called me Ginny! I don't know why I was so happy when he did, because really, it's my name, I shouldn't get so excited just because he called me by it, but it really did make me happy. After being called Weasley or Weasel for 5 years of my life, I guess it just made something inside me jump. I wonder if he noticed the stupid smile that appeared on my face. It make me feel warm inside, really, knowing that to everybody, he is always mean and uncaring, but he was never like that with me. Well, at the beginning, yeah, maybe he was, but not after that first day. And he said he would continue to tutor me throughout the year, we were planning on meeting in the library on Fridays.
This year is starting to look a lot better.
A/N: This started out as a one-shot, but I might continue it, what do you guys think? More chapters or no? Well, review! I don't mind flames, just so long as I have something to read Hope everybody likes this story!
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"Ginny! Clear out, we need to use this room!"
I looked up as Ron yelled at me, and I glared at him, gathering my books and quills and storming out of the room.
"Geesh, she's such a bother!" I faintly heard Ron say as I shut the door behind me, and I couldn't stop the tears from forming in my eyes. Sure, it bugged me that they kicked me out, but he didn't have the right to be so mad at me just for not liking it! For goodness sake, he was kicking me out of MY room! Just because the "Perfect Three" needed something, I was the bitch for not bowing to their every command! I gasped, surprised at myself. I didn't just cuss. I don't care if it was in my head. Ginny Weasley does not cuss!
I sighed as I sunk down into our ratty sofa, opening my potions book onto my lap. I started reading, determined to finish my essay before dinner, that way I could start on my Transfiguration by tomorrow. I promised myself last year that I would finish before the last two days of summer, so that I wouldn't be spending all night trying to finish and gets points taken from Gryffindor for having a half-assed essay. The words taken right from the mouth of Severus Snape himself.
I looked up as Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked into the room, laughing at some joke they had shared. I looked back down at my book and continued reading, not wanting to acknowledge their presence. But, I was forced to as Ron nudged me with his foot, and I looked up at him.
"Hey, could you go study somewhere else, we want to sit here."
"Ron! Don't be so mean." Hermione said to him, but I could hear the lack of conviction in her voice.
"It's ok...." I stood up, once again putting all my things into my bag, and headed back up the stairs.
"Thanks Gin!"
I didn't look back as Harry's voice floated up to me, just continued my way up to my room. This was getting old...if they were going to be like this all summer....I don't know if I would be able to live through it.
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I suppose lady luck doesn't run with me all that often. It's the week before school starts...and it's been going on all summer. I must have gotten loads of exercise, going up and down the stairs continuously depending on he Trio's mood. I'm packing now. We're leaving this afternoon; we're going to spend the last week of the summer at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. I can hear my multiple brothers storming up and down the stairs. George and Fred were going back for the beginning of the year, to make up for the time they missed last year, when they flew out of the castle after turning one of the hallways into a swamp. And Charlie is here as well, he's visiting for the summer. They got a bunch of new interns wanting to take care of the dragons, so they gave a few people the summer off. I somewhat wish none of them were here. Maybe then I wouldn't be pushed around so much. Bill's the only one who every really liked my company, but he, of course, is not here. After packing, I slowly made my way down the stairs, lugging my trunk behind me, wincing each time a loud thunk echoed through the house. I faintly heard someone yelling at me to shut up, but what did they expect me to do? Suddenly grow super macho muscles and carry it above my head?
We were packed into the car, and I was stuffed between Ron and George. Ron complained loudly the whole way there that I took up too much space and that I kept stepping on his foot. Well sorry!
I woke up late the next day, I had spent all night staring at the old wooden ceiling, daydreaming about- well I don't really know what about. I guess I was just staring into space. Everybody was gone; of course they didn't wake me up. Just leave boring old Ginny to deal with herself. I got up, dressing in my Hogwarts robes; they were all I had, at least all I had in good condition. I trudged out of the Inn, not bothering to eat breakfast. I wandered around a bit aimlessly for a while, then got out my list and started looking for the books that I would need his year. The store was almost empty, save a few people. After getting my books, I browsed around, my slender fingers dragging on the spines of the new, fresh books. They stopped in their tracks, however, when I heard a cold, drawling voice behind me.
"What, not with your boyfriend today, Weasel?"
I stayed quiet, my head bowed to the ground, not turning, knowing I would find Malfoy standing behind me.
"Not able to speak, Weasley? What, your parents too poor to afford a good education for you either?"
I walked to the side, brushing past him and making my way to the door.
"I thought Weasley's were supposed to have a fiery temper, what happened to you impaling my eye with a stick?"
I didn't answer as I walked out the door, making my way down the paved streets. Hearing footsteps right behind me, I turned around, and came face to face with Malfoy. He had been following me. I dropped my gaze from his face and stared intently at the ground.
"I don't like it when people ignore me, Weasel."
I didn't answer him. Why couldn't he go away? Why couldn't he just leave me alone?
"Listen, just because your pathetic excuse of a family doesn't notice if you ignore them, that doesn't mean I don't. And I don't like it when people ignore me."
"Please...just leave me alone Malfoy."
"Oh! So she can speak! Amazing!"
I sighed and turned around, hoping he would take the hint and leave. Obviously, Malfoy's weren't that kind. He fell into step next to me.
"Why are you following me!?" I asked, my voice low and pleading.
"Because it annoys you."
"I never said it annoys me!"
"But it does."
I looked at him, then away, glaring at the sidewalk. By looking down, I could clearly see the inch of skin between my socks and my robes and a discontented sigh heaved itself from my chest. Great, just great. I forgot to ask Mum for money for new robes. I would never last all year with these! I looked down at my money purse and sighed again. It was either the required ingredients for potions or new robes. I was screwed with either one I picked.
"Not enough money, Granger? Can't even buy the nessesities for school? How pathetic."
"Oh shut UP Malfoy! It's not like its any of your business anyway! And if you think its so pathetic then get the hell out of my life!!!!" I stood there, feet planted firmly on the ground and burning green eyes glaring up at him. I was surprised at myself, I never acted like this. It was just that he had this annoying way of getting under her skin, of making her get so angry when usually she was able to keep it inside.
"You really should watch that temper, Weasley, you could hurt someone's feelings."
"Like you have any!"
"I feel crushed."
"Like hell you do!"
He smirked. "Oh, but I do."
My hands clenched into tight fists, and I could almost feel the redness inching up my face. And what had to be the worst thing was that he was watching me. Not only watching, but laughing. Not outwardly, of course, but I could see the laughter in his cold, grey eyes. My hands shaking I brought back a fist, ready to punch him in the nose, when I noticed what I was doing. I stopped my eyes wide. I quickly brought my hand down, my eyes once again gluing themselves onto the ground.
"What happened to hitting me, Weasley?"
I didn't answer him. I kept staring at the ground, wishing that he could just disappear. How in the world did he do that to me? I've never hit anybody in my life...I couldn't believe I was about to hit him.
"Hey, Malfoy?"
"What?"
"Are you any good at Potions?"
"Of course, I'm a Malfoy. I'm good at anything I do."
I glared at him. "Seriously."
"Yes, Weasley. I'm good a Potions, what good is it to you?"
"Do you think you could....look over my essay...I...didn't really understand it...."
He raised a thin eyebrow, looking at me like I had grown an extra head. "Why don't you ask your boyfriend? Wouldn't that give you a perfect excuse to bask in his great presence?"
I could hear the sarcasm in his voice, and I found that it didn't really bug me that much anymore.
"Harry doesn't even notice me....I don't want to be anywhere near him...."
"Oh, did the great hero break poor Ginny's heart?"
I looked away form him again. "You don't have to rub it in, Malfoy."
"So he did."
I sighed in annoyance, risking a glance up at him. He had this highly amused look on his face, and I could tell that this conversation could go on forever without getting anywhere.
"So, will you do it or not?" "Sure, why not. What better way to waste my time than tutoring."
"Your being sarcastic now."
He smirked. "So amazed that you noticed."
I sent an annoyed look at him, then turned around and started walking. "You could just say no, you know. You don't have to turn it into some play."
"I said I would do it, didn't I Weasley?"
I whirled around, looking at him, amazed. "T-truly?"
"Meet me outside of Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor. We can use the tables there."
I nodded and turned yet again, making my way to Madam Malkin's. I didn't mind as much that I wouldn't have my ingredients, it was only a detention and some points. It wasn't like it hadn't happened before. As Madam Malkin was trimming my new robes, I was given time to think. And I started wondering if I had a head tumor. Why had I just asked Draco Malfoy for help!? Of all people why Draco Malfoy? And why had he accepted? Maybe the whole world had been taken over by giant brains, and that made people dumb. Alright, that doesn't make any sense I know, but...
"Alright, dearie, all done."
I smiled, thanking her and paying her the money I owed, then walked briskly out of the store. On my way back, I had even more time to think. Why had talking to that git made me so happy? I hadn't notice it, but I was having a much better day after talking to him. But that doesn't make any sense either.... He had bugged me half to death, I yelled at him, he got me angry enough to make me want to hit him, and yet now I was happy? I think I have a personality problem.
When I walked back into my room, I found them in there. Ron looked up, an annoyed look on his face.
"Gin, get lost we're talking."
I sighed. "Ron...Can't you talk in your own room for once!? Why do you always have to use my room!? Does it ever occur to you that maybe I would want to be in MY room? Or do I have to bow to your every command just because you're my brother? Am I supposed to be obedient little Ginny all my life?" I left it at that, not saying any more. I did leave though, making sure to thoroughly slam the door on my way out. I felt so good after that, I didn't even have time to be amazed at myself for doing that. I guess I really didn't have reason to be amazed. Everybody had their snapping point. I guess I just found mine. I would have to thank Malfoy tomorrow. If it weren't for him, I don't think I would have stood up for myself today. I never knew it felt so good to yell at people. Humming a soft tune under my breath, I walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, browsing shops and looking for something I could do to waste time.
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I woke up early the next morning, my rumpled hair falling in front of my eyes. I briefly wondered why I was up so early, but then I remembered I was supposed to meet Malfoy today. Jumping out of bed, I quickly got dressed, stuffing my potions book and papers into my schoolbag. I walked out into the hall, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"Hey, Gin...can I talk to you?"
I turned around to see Ron standing tentivily at the end of the staircase.
"Oh...sorry Ron, I gotta go somewhere..." I sent a small smile at him before racing down the stairs, and out the door. I didn't look at Ron, so I didn't see the surprised look on his face, but I was sure it was there. I mean, that must have been the first time in my life that I brushed him off. And, sadly, I felt good about it. I felt sort of guilty about liking brushing my brother off but....
I shook the thought from my head as I got to the Ice Cream Parlor, and a silver-white head came into view. I was amazed to see him there that early. We had never specified a time, and I was thinking that he would be there around lunch time. I walked up to the table, uttering a soft "hello" as I sank down into the chair. Looking at the table, I was amused to find that he had been eating an ice cream shake before I got there. I don't know why I was amused; I guess I just didn't figure Malfoy as the type that liked sweets.
"So you finally decided to show up, eh, Weasley? Were you planning on making me wait all day?"
I looked up at him, my mouth open. "What are you TALKING about? It 7 in the bloody morning! I didn't even expect you to be here yet! I was just going to wait here!"
I was shocked to hear a deep throated laugh emit from him, and my face went blank. "What's so funny?"
"It was a joke, Weasel, a joke. But....your face was just hilarious!!" His shoulders shook with his laughter, but it didn't take long before it died out.
"Ha...ha...ha."
"Oh don't be such a party pooper, Weasley."
"Look who's talking."
He shook his head. "Anyway, what are you working on?" He leaned over the table as I pulled out my Essay. "Ah, the Valia Potion....Yeah, that one was a bugger....Alright, the thing about this one is..."
I listened to Malfoy explain, and I was amazed that I understood everything he said easily, unlike when one of my brothers tried to help me. I also found something out about Draco Malfoy that nobody would ever expect. He was a very patient person. He answered all my questions good-naturedly, not getting annoyed at me when I didn't understand something and he had to explain it over and over again. I hadn't even noticed the passage of time when my stomach growled and I looked, startled at my watch.
"My god!! It's already noon!"
Malfoy looked up at me. "You didn't notice?"
"No! I thought it was still morning!"
"Weasley, you have no sense of time whatsoever. So anyway, do you just want to stop here today and finish this up tomorrow?"
I stuck my tongue out at him, scrunching up my eyes as I did so.
"Mature, Weasley, real mature."
"Aren't I though?" I smiled at him as I packed my things up again. "See you tomorrow then?"
He nodded. "See ya."
I waved as I walked out of his sight, feeling incredibly happy again. From what Ron had said, Malfoy was a jerk and an all around bastard, but from what I'd seen of him, he was a really nice person. I guess he's only nice to people who are nice to him. Remembering about Ron, I thought of what he wanted to tell me this morning, so after putting my stuff up in my room, I went in search of him. I guess he went out somewhere with Harry and Hermione though, because I couldn't find him. I decided against going to find him, as my stomach was yelling at me with intensity. Settling myself down at a table, I ordered food from Tom and satisfied myself with a nice chicken sandwich.
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I met with Draco every day that week. Not that I wasn't done with my essay, we finished that on the second day, but he had the 6th year's book, so we started working on that. It was fun, sitting there with him and working on potions, I don't think I ever had so much fun with that boring class before. And this year isn't going to be as hard. I mean, if I can do 6th year potions work, surely I can do it for my own year. I haven't seen Ron since that first day; I think he's been avoiding me. Talking about Ron, I was thinking...what would he say if he knew I was meeting Draco every day? Not that I really care, but hey. I'm sure he would disown me as his sister and never talk to me again. Maybe that was why I asked Draco to help me that day, because I wanted to bug Ron. Whatever the reason, I'm glad I did it. Oh, the other day, when I was working with Draco (did you notice that I'm calling him Draco now?) He called me Ginny! I don't know why I was so happy when he did, because really, it's my name, I shouldn't get so excited just because he called me by it, but it really did make me happy. After being called Weasley or Weasel for 5 years of my life, I guess it just made something inside me jump. I wonder if he noticed the stupid smile that appeared on my face. It make me feel warm inside, really, knowing that to everybody, he is always mean and uncaring, but he was never like that with me. Well, at the beginning, yeah, maybe he was, but not after that first day. And he said he would continue to tutor me throughout the year, we were planning on meeting in the library on Fridays.
This year is starting to look a lot better.
A/N: This started out as a one-shot, but I might continue it, what do you guys think? More chapters or no? Well, review! I don't mind flames, just so long as I have something to read Hope everybody likes this story!