Every Rose Has Thorns- Michelle Colli

Desclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter, no do I own the basicidea, but I do own the idea of this story. I wish I owned Drakie-poo, haha. I just wanna ruffle his hair! ruffle ruffle

Chapter One – Temperamental Redheads and Smirking Ferrets

It was dinnertime and Draco was sitting at the slytherin table moving his food around his plate with his fork. He didn't feel like eating, not after what he father made him do over the summer. His couldn't think his head was so clouded. There was too much happening, what with his N.E.W.T.'s, being 'forced' to merry a pug faced slytherin, that's right! You guessed it. He was marrying that annoying twat Pansy. Also his father made him… No he wasn't going to think about that. Growling he pushed his plate away from him causing it to slide off the other end of the table. Before he could blink the plate hit the floor and shattered creating a loud echoing crash in the great hall. Heads turned to look at Draco and he almost flushed but he quickly composed himself. Glaring at everyone he yelled at them all.

"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?" The thousands of heads snapped back to looking at their own plates of food.

Giving everyone one final glare he felt it, eyes boring into his head. Looking around his gray eyes met two cinnamon ones. He watched her blush the same colour as her fiery hair. Smirking to himself as she turned to look at her food, he complemented himself.

"Ha! I guess I really am still intimidating." He laughed to himself as he got up and prepared to leave the great hall.

"Oh Drakey!" Draco cringed as he heard the familiar screeching sound.

Turning, he spoke with great annoyance.

"What do you want Pansy?" Pansy grinned and posed in what she thought was a sexy pose, but only caused Draco feel like he wanted to puke. But Malfoys don't 'puke'.

"Ooo! Drakey, you knew it was me!" Draco sneered and muttered under his breath.

"No one could forget that glass-breaking voice." Pansy grabbed Draco's arm.

"What did you say, Love?" Draco gave her a disgusted look as he pulled his arm free of her grasp.

"Nothing, and don't touch me." With that, Draco left the great hall leaving a fuming Pansy behind.

Ginny had just finished her dinner. Getting up from her seat she looked at her brother, Ron.

"I'm heading to bed, I'm tired from the train trip." Ron looked up at his littler sister and nodded. He watched her leave then continued eating, oblivious to the stares his sister was getting from most of the male population.

Yes, Ginny had grown; she could fully be called a woman in her sixth year body.

Once outside the great hall, Ginny turned a corner and bumped into something soft and flesh-like.

"Oh, I'm sorr-" Ginny looked up and glared, "Oh, it's you. In that case, I'm not sorry, Malfoy."

Draco sneered at the red head on the floor.

"You should be sorry, Little Weasel, now I have to burn my best robes." He smirked down at her, watching her get up from the cold stone floor. "'Corse you'll probably put yours in a sacred hiding spot and madly smell it get a whiff of my cologne."

Ginny glared at Draco and thought to herself that she was going to be different this year; she was going to take charge. In a swift movement Ginny had Draco pinned to a wall with her leg in between his.

"Tisk, tisk Draco. It's not nice nor is it wise to insult me like that." She smirked at him, "Someone could get hurt, and when I say 'someone', I mean you."

At her last word, Ginny slightly dug her knee into Draco's manhood making him groan.

Draco groaned then smirked.

"You know, Weasley, if this is what you call pain, guys must really like you." He snickered at her bewildered face.

"What do you mean?" She demanded and he smirked again.

"I was just saying that if that's considered pain, I like it."