Disclaimer: Harry Potter and anything related to the books and movies do not belong to me, although I wish they did.
Author's Note: Everyone seems to like this story, even though Harry is a bit of a prick. I'm going to try to explain more in depth about Harry's reasons for cheating on Ginny. I just, you know, have to think up a few. Don't forget to review, because reviews put a smile on my face.
Chapter Three
Ginny ran straight to the Head's dormitory, faster than she thought she could. She pounded on the portrait door, ignoring Jezebel's protests, wiping away the tears that had escaped from her eyes. She periodically checked over her shoulder, fearing that Harry had caught up with her. She was not in the mood for a confrontation.
Hermione eventually opened the door, her face looking pissed. It changed instantly, though, when she saw Ginny's face.
"Gin, what's wrong--?" Hermione started. Ginny forced her way past the girl and quickly shut the door. She leaned against it and her head fell forward, her eyes shut tight.
Draco had come out of his room a few minutes before Ginny entered and he was watching her now, concerned. He crossed the room quickly and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked, hesitant.
"Of course not!" Ginny cried, storming away. She stomped over to the nearest couch and plopped down, crossing her arms, her head still bent. Hermione and Draco swapped a quick, fleeting look at each other before they cautiously ambled over to Ginny. Hermione settled down next to her and Draco stayed vertical.
"Um, Ginny, I don't want to upset you anymore than you already are," Hermione said warily, "but I think you should tell us what's wrong. We can't help you if we don't know."
Ginny sighed deeply. She lifted her head and looked Hermione in the eye. "I caught Harry making out with Lavender, in the corridor."
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. All three heads swiveled in that direction. "It's probably him," Ginny said, her voice laced with fury. "He followed me back."
"I'll take care of this," Draco said, moving towards the door. Hermione brought Ginny's attention back to her and began asking questions, attempting to comfort her.
Draco took a deep breath and pulled open the door. He only opened it partially, though, to keep Ginny hidden. Harry was surprised to see Draco, but he recovered quickly.
"Move," he said, trying to get past Draco. "I need to talk to her."
"You cocky son of a bitch," Draco said, his voice low, menacing. "You seriously think she wants to talk to you?"
"Look, I made a mistake. I just need to talk to her."
"She's not…available to talk. I suggest you leave her alone. For a while."
"I don't have to answer to you. Why the fuck do you even care what she thinks?"
"She's my friend and you hurt her. Therefore, I'm going to make sure she is as comfortable as possible. You being anywhere near her would not make her comfortable."
"I swear to God, if you don't move out of my fucking way--"
"And if you don't leave, I'm going to report you for being out after curfew. You have a game coming up, don't you? Against Hufflepuff? Gonna be kinda hard to win if Gryffindor's Seeker is stuck in detention, won't it?"
Harry glared at Draco for a few beats, figuring out the merits (and consequences) of pulling his wand out on Draco. Finally, he gave a disgusted snort and stormed off. Draco felt a smirk beginning. He was surprised Harry was able to control himself.
Draco turned back to Hermione and Ginny. Ginny seemed to have calmed down a bit and she was explaining exactly what had happened in the hallway.
"I guess I gasped, or something," she was saying, "because they broke apart and he looked at me. I turned around and ran all the way here." She started to stand. "I can leave, if you want. I know this doesn't really follow the rules, and you guys probably had plans…"
"No, stop." Hermione grabbed her arm and pulled Ginny back down. "We were just going to do homework and sleep tonight, remember? It's completely fine if you stay. And if any of the teachers ask, we'll just say…you fell asleep on the couch, and Draco didn't want to carry you back to your room, so we let you sleep." Draco was looking like he wouldn't have minded carrying Ginny back to the room, he might even have enjoyed it, but he tried to conceal these thoughts.
He walked over to Ginny and squatted. "It's cool if you stay, really. It'll be fun. We can paint our toe nails and tell all our secrets."
Ginny's face broke out into a smile and she smacked Draco with a nearby pillow. "You're so weird," she said. He playfully grabbed another pillow and returned fire, though not as hard.
Hermione stood quickly as the pair continued attacking each other. "I'm gonna let you guys play, because I'd rather not have bruises tomorrow. Night!" She scurried over to her room and shut the door quickly.
Draco eventually joined Ginny on the couch, a smile stretched across his face. "Okay, I surrender, I am no match for you and your wonderful pillow fighting skills."
"Thank you," Ginny said, setting down her pillow. "I love it when people admit that I'm better than them. Burst of confidence, and all."
They sat in silence for a few moments, his arm swung around the back of the couch, grazing her shoulders. She was leaning into him and their thighs were touching. Draco was in heaven, but could barely breath. Ginny began playing with the hem of the shirt he was wearing. He thought he was going to pass out.
"I just can't even believe he would cheat on me," she said suddenly. "I mean, what gives him the right to do that to me? What makes him so special that he thinks he can make out with some other girl without any consequences? The least he could have done was break up with me. That I could handle. More than this, at least."
"I dunno," Draco said. "Men are crazy and have difficulties thinking with their brain. They mostly use their penis."
"That's so true," she laughed. She looked up at him abruptly. "Do you think with your penis?"
He chuckled softly. "I don't think you want me to answer that. You have such young ears, I don't want to tarnish them so early." She smiled and faced forward again.
"I wish there was something I could do to get back at him, you know? Like, something that would make him cringe and feel the same way I did today."
"Mm-hm," Draco said, not really sure what she was talking about and not caring. He was more interested in the fact that she was practically on top of him and she hadn't gone running out of the room.
"But what could I do? I mean, besides dating someone he hates…" She suddenly sat up and Draco almost let out a groan at the lost. He was really enjoying her being near him.
Ginny spun around quickly and faced a startled Draco, her own face lit up. "I could date you! Or, at least, pretend to date you. It's perfect! Harry hates you, and if we starting going out, he would just die!"
She stood, pulling Draco along with her. "Don't you think it's a good idea?!" He didn't really have the heart to tell her he wasn't completely sure what she was talking about, because at the same moment, her shirt had shifted a bit and he got a good look at a strip of pale skin between her pants and her top. Instead, he just nodded.
"Great!" Ginny grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. He realized what she was doing and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, breathing in her scent. He hadn't appreciated how good her hair smelled before that moment. It was like a mixture of strawberries and coconut and--
"Okay, we can start tomorrow." She pulled away and stared up at him, the smile still on her face. "We can go to breakfast together, holding hands, and then, when everyone is watching, we kiss! It will be amazing!"
Ginny gave him one more hug, then flounced off to Hermione's room to tell her their plans. Draco watched her go, the smile still on his face. However, it quickly fell. "Wait, what do you want me to do?!"
Ginny woke up the next morning, unsure of where she was. The wallpaper was different, and the bed felt much bigger than hers. She rubbed the duvet between her fingers and sighed happily, pleased at how comfortable the bed was. Wait, she realized. This wasn't her bed.
She sat up quickly and glanced around the room. She eventually came to the conclusion that she was in Draco's bed. She giggled at this, worried about how Harry would feel. Wait, Harry wasn't her boyfriend anymore. She fell back against the pillows. She grabbed one and put it against her face, breathing deeply. She sat up again quickly when she realized that she had told Draco she would go out with him. Well, fake go out with him. A lot appeared to have happened the night before.
Ginny swung her legs over the side of the bed and padded out to the common room. Draco was sprawled out on the couch in a tangle of sheets. He was laying on his back, with his arm slung over his head. His large framed dwarfed the couch and filled the room with energy. Ginny smiled. He really was cute. And, if she had any clue that he liked her, she would cheerfully date him, no matter what their families thought.
Draco's eyes fluttered open and he smiled when he saw her. He sat up fully and groaned the entire way. She walked over to the couch and sat next him, a smirk on her face.
He glanced over at her joyful demeanor and rested look. "I can't believe you talked me into letting you sleep in my bed."
"Hey, you were the one who offered."
"Yeah, and you didn't put up much of a fight."
"I was raised to be grateful for the things I am offered. It would be rude to turn you down." Draco reached over and ruffled her hair playfully. Ginny responded by tickling his sides, sending him into a laughing frenzy.
Hermione walked out of her room, completely dressed, her bag slung over her shoulder. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You guys might want to get dressed. Breakfast starts in ten minutes and I figure you don't want to be late."
Ginny and Draco sprung off the couch and walked towards the bedrooms. Ginny spun around. "I don't have anything to wear." She was clad in a pair of Hermione's smaller shorts and a t-shirt of Draco's. Her own clothes were dirty, and, even though she had only worn them once, she didn't want to repeat it. Yesterday had been a long day.
"Somehow your clothes got washed last night," Hermione said. "Yeah, their hanging up in the bathroom."
"Maybe Dumbledore sees more than we think," Ginny said, shrugging.
The two went into separate bedrooms and Hermione exited the common room, a smile on her face. Today was going to be interesting.
