As Thou Being Mine

Author's jibberish: AGH! It's my first D/G chapter story. Please, don't knock me off my computer for my stupidity. I warn you, that Draco is slightly OOC, but not so much that he's singing "Oh, Virginia, how I love thee; let me count the ways!" If I ever make Draco spill that kind of filth, feel free to smack me across the head.

Chapter One: Locked

            I know I received you last year for Christmas but I haven't really written. Let's just say I've had bad luck with diaries. More on that later, of course. Let me introduce myself.

            My name is Ginny Weasley. Well, it's short for Virginia, but it's such a mouthful to say, especially when Mum would yell six other names to the breakfast table. I'm the youngest of six brothers. I'll introduce you to my family.

Father: Arthur Weasley- works for the Ministry of Magic, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.

Mother: Molly- housewife, I suppose you call it. Also the best mum ever!

1st Brother: Bill- works for Gringotts Bank, Cairo

2nd Brother: Charlie- works with dragons in Romania

3rd brother: Percy- works in International Cooperation Department (rather boring, if you ask me…)

4th and 5th brothers: Fred and George (twins)-founders of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes (joke supplies)

6th brother: Ronald (Ron to everyone)- 7th year at Hogwarts. He is by far the closest to me

            The one who gave this to me was Ron's friend, Harry Potter. He has been mostly known for his survival against You-Know-Who. He's ambitious, courageous, warm-hearted…yes, there was a time when I liked him. However, it all passed, especially when I knew he fell in love…with his best friend no less, Hermione Granger.

            She, he and Ron were such a trio. However, when Hermione and Harry fell for one another, it was hard to bear. But the one who took it the hardest was Ron. I think he did have a crush on Hermione too. But I knew my brother; he wouldn't be sad for long. Harry and Hermione have been dating since summer.

            Anyway, no more introductions. The reason I'm writing is because of what happened today.

            Ginny Weasley was running. She woke up late, missed breakfast and realized she had double potions on this Friday. She had brought the wrong books so she ran back to Gryffindor Tower, got the right ones and then headed back on her path.

            Ginny slowed down as she arrived at Professor Snape's dungeon. 'Maybe he won't notice that I'm late…' She slowly and gently pushed the door open. She peered in and saw Snape had already begun lecture. She tiptoed into the room, careful not to make a sound.

            Her bag-strap ripped off. The heap fell to the floor with a loud, dusty thud.

            "You're 5 minutes late, Ms. Weasley," Snape sneered, still turned to the notes he was writing on the black board. "I think that calls for an hour detention here, starting at 7 o'clock tonight. Now find your seat…I'm sure you are capable of doing that, at least."

            Ginny's face colored. Sympathetic looks came from her fellow Gryffindor classmates. So much for not noticing…

            "Rotten luck," Ron frowned.

            Ginny sighed. "I was late once! This is the first time; I've never received detention before." She turned to Ron. "What will I have to do? You must know. You must have received detention about 8,000 times."

            "Glad you keep track, Gin," Ron sarcastically praised. "It's Snape, so he'll probably make you do something horrid, like cleaning the desks with a toothbrush…or worse, a feather."

            "I'm doomed," Ginny groaned.

            The two ate together in the Great Hall until it was 10 minutes until 7. Ginny solemnly left, hoping the hour would run by quickly.

            She arrived in the dark, dank dungeon calling for the teacher. "Professor Snape. Hello?" The room was completely empty and only a few candles lit the room. She sat quietly at the first desk, nearest the teacher's desk. Lines of cauldrons decorated the room, with different colored vials as well. Ginny finally noticed the ingredients closet open.

            Slowly, she walked. "Professor?" As she entered, her foot hit something, causing a painful sensation to run up her leg. She looked down and realized that she must have knocked against that rock which was standing against the door. The stupid thing deserved a swift kick, so Ginny did just that, and was satisfied as the weak rock rolled several feet away.

            She continued farther in the closet until she stopped in her tracks.

            A young man, with slicked back silver-blonde locks, stood in his black school robes. His Slytherin crest was boldly displayed on his chest, along with his 'Head Boy' pin. He stood in the middle of racks of potion ingredients, looking down at the parchment he was writing on. He did look up and his steel eyes narrowed at her. "Well," he began, "look what we have here."

            "I just want to know where Professor Snape is," Ginny informed.

            "He'll be back soon. He told me someone would be serving detention; I didn't know it was you, Little Weasley."

            Wow, he certainly irked her! Draco Malfoy had been a thorn in Ron's side for years. At age 11, he was a snotty, rich, self-righteous prick and stomped around like he owned the place. Six years later, he was still snotty, rich and self-righteous. However, insults that used to be delivered daily slowed down. Ginny was wondering if he ran out of his witty supply.

            "I have a first name, Malfoy," Ginny said.

            "As do I, but everyone seems to forget that," Draco casually compared, scribbling his notes down.

            They were silent until she muttered a "Sorry. What are you doing?"

            "Inventory; teacher's aide duty," he pointed to a window near her. "Make yourself useful and let some air in."

            'Ginny, be a dear and open the window' she grimaced in her mind. She yanked the stiff window open and a breeze ran through…

            …and the door slammed shut. Draco's head snapped to the entry. He placed the parchment and quill down as he headed to the door. "What the hell happened? Did you move the rock?"

            Ginny stepped towards the door. She looked towards the floor. "W-what rock?" 'Pretend you don't know, Ginny, pretend you didn't kick the stupid thing…'

            "This," Draco's foot gestured to the all-to-familiar stone. "Just perfect. Now we're locked in."

            Locked in close quarters? With Malfoy? It can't be. "Why's that?"

            "Professor Snape put a special charm on this door. It locks every time it closes and only opens on his spell."

            "Why on earth would he do that?"

            "To prevent robberies."

            Ginny bit her lip, careful not to mention what Harry and Ron told her about Hermione taking ingredients their 2nd year as well as Dobby's gillyweed favor in the 4th year. She was also told by Harry that Barty Crouch Jr. used ingredients of the Polyjuice Potion to become Mad-Eye Moody.

            She took out her wand and pointed it to the doorknob. "Alohamora!" She tugged on the knob and the door remained stationary. She reluctantly turned to him.

            "Are you done making a fool of yourself?" Draco asked, exasperated.

            She sighed, frustrated. "When will the Professor come back?" She watched him shrug. "So what do we do until then?"

            Draco smiled mischievously. He stepped up towards her. Startled, she backed up until her back was firmly pressed against the door. He placed both hands against the door on wither side of her shoulders. He was so very close to her. Not touching her, but he was close enough for her to feel his breath on her forehead and smell his light cologne. She was absolutely frozen, intoxicated by his mass over her. "I'm sure we could figure something to do," he moaned, "to amuse ourselves."

            Ginny gulped down the dry lump in her throat. "You…you wouldn't dare," she warned with blood, but her eyes were plastered with fear. She grew up with 6 brothers; she was far from flimsy or weak. But how long could she hold back the advances of Draco Malfoy?

            His smirk grew even wider. "You're right, I wouldn't. Don't flatter yourself, Weasley. It's unbecoming." He backed away and returned to his parchment and quill.

            Relief washed over her. "It's not Weasley, it's Ginny."

            Draco shook his head. "I don't know, I can't call you that for some reason. Do you have another name?"

            "Well, my real name is Virginia," she told him. "It doesn't fit really--."

            "Virginia sounds noble, delicate and beautiful," Draco told her. Was that a compliment? "Ginny sounds silly and oafish…hm…You're right, Virginia doesn't fit you."

            Ginny felt like ringing his neck. "I forfeit," she mumbled. "I can't win a fight with you." Ginny crouched down and sat on the floor. "This is most definitely not my idea of detention."

            "Why is that? I thought you would look forward to seeing me so up close and personal," Draco teased. "Looking at me from afar doesn't do justice, if I do say so myself."

            Had he caught her looking at him during meals? It's not as if she was gawking at him or anything! Sometimes her eyes wandered and they fell upon him at the Slytherin Table. Her sight just happens to fall on him for no particular reason…at least, that's what she had been telling herself.

            Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were tied for the "Most Desirable Male" at Hogwarts. Harry was ambitious, courageous, and noble and caring, which gave him a boyish attraction and made him the image of the guy you want your folks to meet. Draco was clever, intelligent, with his Adonis qualities and smug demeanor; he was "the Bad Boy" that every girl wanted, whether they'll admit it or not. Wanting Draco was like a diabetic to chocolate; they knew it was not good for them.

            Ginny shook her head. "Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy. It's unbecoming."

            "Touché," he murmured.

            She sat, foot tapping in silence. Then, "Malfoy?" she called, looking up at him. No response. "Malfoy?" Was he ignoring her? "Bouncing ferret? Superficial git? Smug pest? Future Death-Eater?" she watched him wince. Did she just see that correctly? "Draco?"
            "Yes?" he looked as if only giving her ½ his attention.

            "If you're his aide, wouldn't you know his password?"

            "If I did, you wouldn't be sitting here, would you?"

            "No."

            "Is this your idea of small talk? If it is, your social skills are lacking."

            "Well, what's there to talk of?"

            "I don't care. The weather, your health…so long as it's not about sodding Potter," Draco sneered.

            So he was still sour about yesterday's game? After Harry's triumphant seeker catch, Gryffindor slaughtered Slytherin 220 to 60. The Gryffindor tower had a humongous bash about it and everyone stayed up late…much to Professor McGonagall's dismay. This morning, all her Gryffindor classmates were falling asleep in Potions class, much to Snape's threatening sneer.

            "Are you going home for the holidays?" she asked. There was a safe subject; Christmas break was about a month away.

            "Unfortunately, yes," he groaned. "My parents demand my return for this coming holiday."

            "Demand? You don't want to?"

            "Not all families are dimwittingly loving like the Weasleys," he said, tapping the jars of lacewing flies. "Some families are more about duty…and dignity."

            Ginny stood, straightening her skirt. "Dignity? You think serving You-Know-Who is dignified? That's horrible."

            "So is stereotyping others," Draco counted off the vials of leeches. "All you Gryffindors think you read me correctly."

            "What are you playing at? You don't want to be a Death-Eater?"

            "The littlest Weasel can add…Bravo."

            "But you used to praise on how the Dark Lord will return and get us all!"

            Draco turned to her, annoyed. "Tell me, when was the last time I was singing choruses that the Dark Lord will kill all those who are impure?"

            Ginny thought for a moment. It's true; he hasn't been saying that…not since last year. But recently, it had been dark times. After Harry's battle in his 4th year, the ministry had done very little to protect the people. A year passed and then mysterious deaths and Dark Marks in the sky sent the Ministry into code red. People panicked and many Hogwarts graduates were immediately put into Auror training. Letters even came for Ron, telling him about the beneficial life choice of being an Auror. All he had to do was receive satisfactory marks on his N.E.W.T.'s. He was actually quite pleased and optimistic about passing his tests.

            "What changed?"

            He shrugged casually.

            "Does your father know?"

            "Yes, let's tell him. Then he'll get 'Avada' happy with his wand," Draco snorted. "It's like signing a death sentence if I say no."

            "It's a death sentence to join You-Know-Who," Ginny protested.

            "Well, then I'll perish either way," Draco replied slowly.

            Sympathy washed over her. She was grateful she and her loved ones were spared of Draco's insane sharp lip but now there must have been a cause. Sure, he didn't have a complete 180º change in personality but something must have caused him to be so indifferent about life.

            "You know, Draco, if you feel like talking or just venting out…I'll listen," she offered.

            He looked up at her. Before he could respond, the door creaked open and Professor Snape walked in. "What happened?" he asked.

            "A strong wind shut the door close, Professor," Draco answered.

            Snape's eyes turned to Ginny, who was standing close by. "And what are you doing here?"

            "I came about here; I thought it was you inside," She explained. "Then the door closed."

            Snape's eyes turned to Draco. He nodded, agreeing with her story. "Very well," he handed her a dirty brown baby toothbrush. "Ms. Weasley, clean the cauldrons against the wall."

            Reluctantly with a sour face, she took the brush and headed to the main classroom. Draco watched as Ginny walked away, out of sight.

            "How much do you have left, Malfoy?"

            Draco's eyes turned to his teacher. "Oh…over that last shelf, against the far wall."

            "Very well," Snape picked up the rock and dropped it, blocking the door's path of closing. He left Draco by himself to finish his duties. Draco finished within the hour. Stealing one last glance at the red-head, he left for the Slytherin common room. It would not be the last he saw of her.

…~*to be continued*~…