TITLE: It's All About the Smirk
SUMMARY: When Ron Weasley said "I would cough up slugs again than let my sister spend time with Malfoy," he didn't know that as a wizard, he was legally bound to cough up slugs. and if he didn't, Ginny Weasley will be forced to stay in Draco's company. And, needless to say, Ron was really just joking. G/D - UPDATED 6 - 10!
TIME: Ginny's 6th year, Draco's 7th.
A/N: The first chappies are always the shortest and the lamest and the most difficult, but this will get more interesting. This is SO short compared to the other chapters to come. If you have any questions, please post them in your reviews. I will update often. Also, Draco, I think, is pretty in- character in this fic, but with Ginny you really have to GIVE her a character, because she only acts shy and stupid around Harry. But as she gets older, and is exposed to new people, things change, you know?
IMPORTANT !!! I am taking requests for D/G fics! Yes, I am!!! Post it in your reviews!
Chapter One
Smirks that say 'Bring it On'.
"I can't believe you! Stupid prat!" Ginny Weasley cried, slapping the head of her brother continuously. "If you had to cough up slugs to keep me out of Malfoy's company, than for Merlin's sake, cough up some bloody slugs!"
Ginny caught her breath, tucked her hair that went fly away from rage behind her ears, and then exclaimed, "That's what you said you'd do in the first place! You were just such an idiot you didn't know you had to prove it! You should have studied harder in Wizarding Law class!"
"We don't have that class!" Ron said shrilly, putting his hands over his head in case she was going to hit him again.
"Well then their should be a class like that," Ginny threw her arms into the air, defeated.
"Just what am I going to tell mom?" Ron said, looking around Dumbledore's office.
"That you got us into this mess. And that you should be blamed for not reading up on wizarding regulation's, not to mention the fact that-"
"Hey, whoa - who gave you your first toy broomstick, hmm? Who made sure Bill didn't magically pierce your ears in the middle of the night? And lets not forget I shielded you from Fred and George's mischievous doings?"
"Stop being IMMATURE, that was years ago - "
"Was not."
"Was to."
"Was not."
"Was to."
Their fight was interrupted, however, by the sound of a certain someone walking through the door.
***
Draco Malfoy walked down the hallway toward where he was told to meet Professor McGonagall. Something had to be bad. He was never spoken to by the head of Gryffindor house when he got in trouble, just Snape, and very rarely Dumbledore.
He coolly ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, which was down to the base of his neck. Though his hair had had more of a yellowish tint, it had faded when he had gotten into his teens. Now his hair was a shade of gorgeous platinum, the blonde just barely visible. The platinum hue in his hair brought out his smoky, opal eyes, a shiny bright silver.
Needless to say by the (female) onlookers, Draco had changed. Not his personality, which was still like the rain that came right after the sky began to get dark. No, it was the fact that he had filled out, and his chest had widened, and if he was referred to as 'scrawny little ferret- face' by Ron, it was only an attempt at an insult. And a weak one, at that.
Draco smirked as he overheard two girls (young Hufflepuffs, by the sound of things) talking about his good looks from around the corner. As he rounded the corner, he stopped to look at the Hufflepuffs for a second, still smirking. "G' morning, ladies," he said before blowing a kiss and continued to walk.
Passerby might of thought that very out of character for Draco, if the people watching weren't in Slytherin. If they were in Slytherin, however, they knew Draco's motto: Take 'em to bed, do what you want with them, because love isn't worth the commitment; which is exactly what the women are looking for.
The Hufflepuffs were as ugly as hell anyway, Draco thought.
Then he stopped walking as he realised he was in front of McGonagall's office.
"I know you're there," said the elderly professor's voice wisely, her voice calling from inside the room. "It would be best to open the door and come in, so that I may speak with you without straining my voice. You're in a bad enough situation as it is, Mister Malfoy."
Draco blanched. What the hell did I do now? Then he noticed he wasn't wearing the proper school attire, instead he was wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans. But that couldn't be that big of a problem, he got away with that all the time, not to mention it wasn't like he was going to school in the nude. A tiny voice in the back of his head bitterly reminded him that his father wouldn't approve of what he was wearing either, but he just gritted his teeth and ignored it.
"Today, Mister Malfoy, if you please," Professor McGonagall proclaimed with a fairly bored and monotonous voice. Well, Draco supposed if he had already pissed off the teacher a lot today, it would be best to do what he was told. Straightening out his shirt, smoothing out his hair again, and putting on one of his oh-so-overused smirks, he opened the door and strode into the room.
"I see you've finally decided to grace me with your presence," said McGonagall icily as he entered. He looked at her. She was looking though papers on her desk, hair drawn into a tight bun, small, thin glasses sitting against the bridge of her nose - as usual.
He didn't do anything bad enough as to make McGonagall be so grumpy, did he? He thought back. No. He didn't. Just yelled at a few Ravenclaws and (verbally) abused the littlest Weasley. Draco sat down in a chair in front of the Professor's desk.
That little Weasley. What was her name? Something like Ginger. Or was it Jennifer? He brushed it aside. It didn't matter. He thought about her acting timid, and shy. But then when other people got up in her face, she bitched at them, and hurt them bad!
She must have been taught a few tricks about fighting growing up around.six boys? She probably also knew exactly what went through teenage boy's heads, after growing up in that environment. He nearly snorted, but contained himself, because it was so un-Malfoy like.
Proffesor McGonagall then stacked all the papers into a neat pile, placed it on the corner of her desk, removed he glasses from the end of her nose and then spoke, "Mister Malfoy, I am sorry to say, by a rather - immature and careless error by Mister Ronald Weasley, you will have to be spending time with Ms. Virginia Weasley until otherwise notified. I am sorry if there is any inconvinience about course schedules."
Virginia! So that's her name! But, wait a second... Bloody hell!
***
Draco Malfoy was about at his wits end when he opened the door to Dumbledore's office and walked inside. No bloody way could he be stuck with a Weasley! His father would most likely blame it all on him, anyway, regardless of how inept Weasley is when it comes to Wizarding Law.
Right before he opened the door, he could just faintly hear, "Was not!" "Was to!"
Slightly amused by the concept, Draco clutched the brass door handle to Dumbledore's office, opened the door, and walked in. He noticed instantly that all the sound had stopped. He also noticed that the two youngest Weasley's looked fuming mad at each other, and, now that Draco had walked in the room, him and Ginny both had looked at Ron angrily.
"I assumed you were told what my idiot of a brother has done," Ginny said, still glaring at Ron.
"More or less. I'm not the least bit happy about the idea of having to spend time with you, little weasel. You make me cringe and shudder."
She didn't really make him cringe, but he was just brought up to always act like an asshole around Muggle-borns and Muggle lovers. To be perfectly honest, he thought Virginia was much more attractive than all these other little sluts that were rampaging around Hogwarts dragging their 'boyfriend' with them. Those people always wore weeks worth of make-up in one day on their faces, and are clingy, and whiny, and.
Were people like Pansy Parkinson.
It was safe to say that he would be sickened at the thought of spending time with Pansy. But what did suprise him was that spending time with this little red-head didn't seem as bad. She was a Gryff, right? And a Weasley, right? Then why wasn't he fleeing in terror? Oh well. Draco thought. If I put up with her I can be done and over with this, and I might even get a good shag out of it. Little did he know that little Miss Virginia Weasley wasn't going to give in to his charms as easily.
Draco smirked. A smirk that clearly said, 'Bring it on.'
SUMMARY: When Ron Weasley said "I would cough up slugs again than let my sister spend time with Malfoy," he didn't know that as a wizard, he was legally bound to cough up slugs. and if he didn't, Ginny Weasley will be forced to stay in Draco's company. And, needless to say, Ron was really just joking. G/D - UPDATED 6 - 10!
TIME: Ginny's 6th year, Draco's 7th.
A/N: The first chappies are always the shortest and the lamest and the most difficult, but this will get more interesting. This is SO short compared to the other chapters to come. If you have any questions, please post them in your reviews. I will update often. Also, Draco, I think, is pretty in- character in this fic, but with Ginny you really have to GIVE her a character, because she only acts shy and stupid around Harry. But as she gets older, and is exposed to new people, things change, you know?
IMPORTANT !!! I am taking requests for D/G fics! Yes, I am!!! Post it in your reviews!
Chapter One
Smirks that say 'Bring it On'.
"I can't believe you! Stupid prat!" Ginny Weasley cried, slapping the head of her brother continuously. "If you had to cough up slugs to keep me out of Malfoy's company, than for Merlin's sake, cough up some bloody slugs!"
Ginny caught her breath, tucked her hair that went fly away from rage behind her ears, and then exclaimed, "That's what you said you'd do in the first place! You were just such an idiot you didn't know you had to prove it! You should have studied harder in Wizarding Law class!"
"We don't have that class!" Ron said shrilly, putting his hands over his head in case she was going to hit him again.
"Well then their should be a class like that," Ginny threw her arms into the air, defeated.
"Just what am I going to tell mom?" Ron said, looking around Dumbledore's office.
"That you got us into this mess. And that you should be blamed for not reading up on wizarding regulation's, not to mention the fact that-"
"Hey, whoa - who gave you your first toy broomstick, hmm? Who made sure Bill didn't magically pierce your ears in the middle of the night? And lets not forget I shielded you from Fred and George's mischievous doings?"
"Stop being IMMATURE, that was years ago - "
"Was not."
"Was to."
"Was not."
"Was to."
Their fight was interrupted, however, by the sound of a certain someone walking through the door.
***
Draco Malfoy walked down the hallway toward where he was told to meet Professor McGonagall. Something had to be bad. He was never spoken to by the head of Gryffindor house when he got in trouble, just Snape, and very rarely Dumbledore.
He coolly ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, which was down to the base of his neck. Though his hair had had more of a yellowish tint, it had faded when he had gotten into his teens. Now his hair was a shade of gorgeous platinum, the blonde just barely visible. The platinum hue in his hair brought out his smoky, opal eyes, a shiny bright silver.
Needless to say by the (female) onlookers, Draco had changed. Not his personality, which was still like the rain that came right after the sky began to get dark. No, it was the fact that he had filled out, and his chest had widened, and if he was referred to as 'scrawny little ferret- face' by Ron, it was only an attempt at an insult. And a weak one, at that.
Draco smirked as he overheard two girls (young Hufflepuffs, by the sound of things) talking about his good looks from around the corner. As he rounded the corner, he stopped to look at the Hufflepuffs for a second, still smirking. "G' morning, ladies," he said before blowing a kiss and continued to walk.
Passerby might of thought that very out of character for Draco, if the people watching weren't in Slytherin. If they were in Slytherin, however, they knew Draco's motto: Take 'em to bed, do what you want with them, because love isn't worth the commitment; which is exactly what the women are looking for.
The Hufflepuffs were as ugly as hell anyway, Draco thought.
Then he stopped walking as he realised he was in front of McGonagall's office.
"I know you're there," said the elderly professor's voice wisely, her voice calling from inside the room. "It would be best to open the door and come in, so that I may speak with you without straining my voice. You're in a bad enough situation as it is, Mister Malfoy."
Draco blanched. What the hell did I do now? Then he noticed he wasn't wearing the proper school attire, instead he was wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans. But that couldn't be that big of a problem, he got away with that all the time, not to mention it wasn't like he was going to school in the nude. A tiny voice in the back of his head bitterly reminded him that his father wouldn't approve of what he was wearing either, but he just gritted his teeth and ignored it.
"Today, Mister Malfoy, if you please," Professor McGonagall proclaimed with a fairly bored and monotonous voice. Well, Draco supposed if he had already pissed off the teacher a lot today, it would be best to do what he was told. Straightening out his shirt, smoothing out his hair again, and putting on one of his oh-so-overused smirks, he opened the door and strode into the room.
"I see you've finally decided to grace me with your presence," said McGonagall icily as he entered. He looked at her. She was looking though papers on her desk, hair drawn into a tight bun, small, thin glasses sitting against the bridge of her nose - as usual.
He didn't do anything bad enough as to make McGonagall be so grumpy, did he? He thought back. No. He didn't. Just yelled at a few Ravenclaws and (verbally) abused the littlest Weasley. Draco sat down in a chair in front of the Professor's desk.
That little Weasley. What was her name? Something like Ginger. Or was it Jennifer? He brushed it aside. It didn't matter. He thought about her acting timid, and shy. But then when other people got up in her face, she bitched at them, and hurt them bad!
She must have been taught a few tricks about fighting growing up around.six boys? She probably also knew exactly what went through teenage boy's heads, after growing up in that environment. He nearly snorted, but contained himself, because it was so un-Malfoy like.
Proffesor McGonagall then stacked all the papers into a neat pile, placed it on the corner of her desk, removed he glasses from the end of her nose and then spoke, "Mister Malfoy, I am sorry to say, by a rather - immature and careless error by Mister Ronald Weasley, you will have to be spending time with Ms. Virginia Weasley until otherwise notified. I am sorry if there is any inconvinience about course schedules."
Virginia! So that's her name! But, wait a second... Bloody hell!
***
Draco Malfoy was about at his wits end when he opened the door to Dumbledore's office and walked inside. No bloody way could he be stuck with a Weasley! His father would most likely blame it all on him, anyway, regardless of how inept Weasley is when it comes to Wizarding Law.
Right before he opened the door, he could just faintly hear, "Was not!" "Was to!"
Slightly amused by the concept, Draco clutched the brass door handle to Dumbledore's office, opened the door, and walked in. He noticed instantly that all the sound had stopped. He also noticed that the two youngest Weasley's looked fuming mad at each other, and, now that Draco had walked in the room, him and Ginny both had looked at Ron angrily.
"I assumed you were told what my idiot of a brother has done," Ginny said, still glaring at Ron.
"More or less. I'm not the least bit happy about the idea of having to spend time with you, little weasel. You make me cringe and shudder."
She didn't really make him cringe, but he was just brought up to always act like an asshole around Muggle-borns and Muggle lovers. To be perfectly honest, he thought Virginia was much more attractive than all these other little sluts that were rampaging around Hogwarts dragging their 'boyfriend' with them. Those people always wore weeks worth of make-up in one day on their faces, and are clingy, and whiny, and.
Were people like Pansy Parkinson.
It was safe to say that he would be sickened at the thought of spending time with Pansy. But what did suprise him was that spending time with this little red-head didn't seem as bad. She was a Gryff, right? And a Weasley, right? Then why wasn't he fleeing in terror? Oh well. Draco thought. If I put up with her I can be done and over with this, and I might even get a good shag out of it. Little did he know that little Miss Virginia Weasley wasn't going to give in to his charms as easily.
Draco smirked. A smirk that clearly said, 'Bring it on.'