Title: Corridor Encounters

Author: fairytalemanipulator

Summary: D/G. Meeting in corridors has never been so interesting. Not a romantic relationship straightaway—all good things come in time. Read and review!

A/N: Came up with this idea one night and I thought it'd make a good series, hmm? What do you think? These chapters aren't necessarily related to each other.

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"Draco bloody Malfoy!"
"Oh, so is that my middle name now, Weaselette?" Draco stood regally above the thrashing, seething Ginny Weasley, chuckling as she struggled to get up from her tangle of robes and books.
"Don't get smart with me, you git! What's your hurry, anyhow?" She huffed, wand out and ready for battle with the Slytherin Prince. He watched her, highly amused, as she jumped up and spat her hair out of her mouth. "That was good ink you just shattered, Mal-ferret!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Clever, red, I haven't heard that one before. By good ink, do you mean not secondhand or pilfered from the general sale section at Flourish and Blotts?"
"Well you could mend the bottle! Least you could do, after rushing into me like a battering ram! Then again, that would be asking for a decent act from a Death Eater," Ginny hissed as she ignored his jab, eyes ablaze. Her wand shooting red sparks in her fury, and although Malfoy's teeth clenched at her remark he chose to ignore it.
Draco contemplated the benefits of expending energy to use a repairing charm, and shrugged. Taking in the look in her eyes, he supposed it would be better than spending the night in the hospital wing. Might as well do one good deed today to balance out the fact that he stole some second year's Honeyduke's chocolates for breakfast this morning. Malfoy raised his wand, sighing. Being kind really took quite a lot out of the young man. "Repar--"
"PROTEGO!" Ginny's shielding charm shot him backwards off of his feet, and he shot down the hallway like a rocket. Malfoy, utterly bemused at this turn of events, didn't realize what had happened to him until he came in contact with what felt like another student.

The hallway fell silent as students hurrying to class caught sight of the flying Malfoy, who landed with a thud atop another student. The youngest ones scattered with muffled shrieks, while the older students proceeded to quietly lay down bets in Galleons and Sickles, gathering in corners with smirks on their faces.
Malfoy groaned, and felt a small body beneath him squirm. He made his way back to his feet, wincing in pain, not looking back at the squeaking first year he recently squished.
"You daft twat!" he bellowed, regaining use of his vocal cords after ample gaping at the cocky-looking redhead in front of him. A few more students darted away from their hiding places, Malfoy's tone causing uncontrollable trembling in their little limbs.

Ginny's arms were crossed in a careless gesture, and one foot was tapping in front of the other as if she was truly enjoying the spectacle before her.

"Delightful language, really," Ginny looked scornful, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I was going to FIX your ink like you bloody well ASKED, are you barking MAD? You could have killed me!"
"Not likely," Ginny looked supremely unconcerned, and was currently examining her fingernails. "I was more worried about the poor child you had pinned beneath you, he'll need serious counseling treatment and most likely a memory-modifier. Besides, how was I supposed to know you weren't going to hex me into oblivion?"
Draco spluttered. "You bint! You blood traitor bint!" He could not come up with more than that, and Ginny did not look put-off, which he detested. She was stealing his look! The haughty, cold air about her was frigid with ice and he could feel it from across the hall. Apparently, so could the rest of the Hogwarts population, as her side of the corridor thinned out.
"If I wanted to hex you I wouldn't do it in the clear view of what looks like HALF the nosy bastards in this place!" Malfoy continued to shout, gesturing wildly to indicate the wide-eyed children peeping around corners.
Ginny yawned, eyeing the bright yellow watch on her freckled wrist."Really, you must mind your blood pressure, you loathsome albino ferret,"
Malfoy glowered. "You could have seriously harmed me!" He sounded like a petulant child, even to his own ears, and winced at giving her the idea that her charms were at all dangerous. "That is, if you had rammed me into a wall," he amended hastily, with a cough.
Ginny's eyebrows raised to the top of her forehead. Malfoy noticed with detached interest that they matched the colour of her hair.

"I say, Malfoy," she cackled, causing the hairs on the blonde's neck to stand on end. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were complimenting the strength of my magic!"
"I most certainly was not," Draco sniffed, mimicking her posture. He planted his feet and crossed his arms over his chest, regaining the look of calm and placidity that the Malfoy name meant. "I was simply saying that--you, err--that is to say, I--well...it—you're a stupid ugly bitch."

"Ooooh," murmured the crowd from their respective shelters, eyeing Ginny with dread.

She gave him a venomous smile.

Malfoy gulped. Perhaps he should have quit while ahead. And run. He had been focus of many of this girl's hexes and did not consider it an honour that she picked him almost exclusively as her test subject.

Slowly, deliberately, she placed one foot in front of the other until the fearsome she-Weasel was standing not five inches away from his face. He noticed with a wary eye that Ginny was nearly as tall as him.
By this point, only the very brave of the elder students remained, the rest having abandoned their voyeurism in fear of what was to come. Draco tried to keep his indifferent gaze on her fiery eyes and ignore her heaving bosom or the tender scent of--was that peppermint?--that was emanating from her slender body.
"You should know, Draco," she purred, her hot breath drifting over to him and causing his automatic reflexes to spring forth. He noticed that she called him Draco but it barely registered, somewhere in the back part of his brain. "I break things, and I enjoy that."

He attempted to speak, only to hear a "hrrungh" sort of gurgle catch in his throat.
"I break rules,"
Now Ginny batted her eyelashes a bit, and Malfoy found himself with his jaw hanging open, drool collecting in his lower jaw.

"I break bones," she looked up at him from under her hooded eyes and he was drawn irrevocably into the pools of dark chocolate. My favorite kind. Her ominous words were lost on him as he forgot who and where he was, preferring to focus on the presence of the enchanting young woman. The remaining crowd was completely silent, hanging on to her every dangerous whisper.
"And I break hearts," The last part was meant for him only, as she whispered it into his highly sensitive ear (when did she get so close?), her lips grazing a tender spot, causing him to stifle a moan. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at me, Malfoy," Ginny continued, seductively whispering only to him. He felt a sharp pain in the middle of his chest and looked down, breaking the poisonous moment, only to see her wand thrust in the tiny space between them. "It would be in your best interest to leave. Me. Alone."
With a sugary sweet smile, the youngest Weasley pulled away from the speechless boy and headed back, picking up her bag dripping with broken ink as she went.
"Oh, and Malfoy," she called out behind her as she went, a captive audience watching her every step. "I'm perfectly competent with repairing charms, I just wanted an excuse to blast you off your feet."

"Also," the young witch went on ruthlessly, showing her gleaming teeth in a canary-eating grin. She whirled around quite suddenly, causing gasps and random ducking to occur in the narrow corridor. "The next time you want to follow me out of my class, at least have better vision so you don't plow right into me,"

The crowd sniggered appreciatively, some brave and bold Gryffindors even beginning a slow clap. But Draco only had eyes for the redhead sauntering down the hall, her perfect behind swinging in rhythm. He stood still as if petrified, a dazed expression in his slate-grey eyes. "Merlin..." he breathed, shaking off the last of her enchantments as he realized the lecherous thoughts he was thinking about none other than the Weaselette.

How dare she leave with the last word? And how dare that blood traitor advance upon him, bewitch him with her evil magic? He would have to find her again to taunt her some more, show her how much better he was than her...

Little did Draco Malfoy realize that it was not Ginny's shield charm that had blasted him off his feet.

End.

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So what do you think? I think it's a pretty good start, but could use some work of course. I'm writing the second oneshot chapter as we speak! Review and tell me what else you'd like to see and I'll make a oneshot about it if I can.