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So here's my first HP story up this morning. It's the Ginny/Draco one, that yes, I did write in bed last night. I wonder why I always share that information? I think it's because I want you to understand why this is so short other then because I'm lazy and I can't think of long stories. Maybe that's a reason too, but moving on...
Anyway, I need to move this A/N along. You can't know it (well I'm about to tell you) but I've been writing this for a while because I'm also texting my friend right now. My Hunger Games books are out for delivery! Eep! Sorry. Okay, here's my story:
Ginny Weasley turned into the corridor, her bag under her arm. Tomorrow was a Hogsmeade weekend, and she had almost no homework. She felt very light and happy. Luna had promised to show her what a Blibbering Humdinger was tonight, too. That would be fun.
She was just about to turn left into the next corridor when something very large and hard slammed into her. Giving a shriek of pain, she tumbled to the floor.
"Jerk!" she shouted as Vincent Crabbe walked past, laughing. Her books had spilled all over the floor and her bag had ripped.
"Sorry about that, I told him not to," someone said above Ginny. She glanced up. Draco Malfoy! Having no idea what to say, she just stared open eyed at him.
"I'm not such a jerk that I don't apologize ever," Draco insisted, seeing her surprised look. "That was really rude of him." He held his hand out for her.
She took it, smiling a bit. "Yes, it was," she agreed. "I don't really think you're a jerk, that's just Ron."
"Ah, Weaselbee," Draco said almost reminiscently.
Ginny giggled. "A little bit," she admitted. "He's very prejudice."
Draco grinned. "Yeah, I always got that impression, too. Like he knows I'm cooler then him, but he's mad about it like I can help it that I'm awesome."
Ginny laughed harder. "That's mean," she said. "But true."
Draco laughed, too, and picked up the rest of Ginny's books. "Say," he said. "Tomorrow's Hogsmeade, and you're a third year. Want to come with me?"
Ginny paused for a second. "Really?"
"Of course."
She smiled. "Then yes."
"Great," Draco said pleasantly. "Come with me?" He held out his arm.
Ginny grinned. "Yes," she said. And, feeling almost magical, accepted his arm.
Did you like it? I hope so. I didn't use to like Ginny/Draco so much, but now I really really like it! So yeah. Please review, and I'm gonna go post my next story (Harry/Hermione) now!
