I'm going on holiday on Monday, so unless I get a surge of inspiration tomorrow, the next chapter won't be up for a week.
I'd like to thank: velvet86 and LaBelled'Italie for reviewing.
I hope you enjoy this one. The first part takes place after Malfoy has been turned into the ferret and the second bit's after the Yule Ball.
Goblet of Fire
Draco Malfoy, September 2nd, 1994
I'm sitting in a dark corner, just hidden from the well-lit courtyard. It's nosy. My first day back at Hogwarts and I'm already the topic of everyone's conversation. I sigh, watching as Ginny Weasley detaches herself from the crowd, waving to her friends.
I run my hands through my hair, hearing her footsteps on the stone floor as she comes towards me.
She stops, breaking into laughter.
I glare at her.
"You deserved it." She sits next to me, still shaking with laughter. "You shouldn't have attacked Harry."
I ignore her.
Weasley starts to look at me, her eyes flickering over my face. I blush in embarrassment – not because of her, but because of what she was talking about.
"It's going to be your new nickname, you know." She states. "The amazing, bouncing ferret."
I suddenly realise what she's saying.
"I didn't deserve it." I snarl. "If anyone deserved it, Potter did."
"Doubtful."
"You would think that." I tell her. "You're obsessed."
She actually looks hurt.
"I'm not." She says quietly.
"When's his birthday?" I ask quickly.
"July 31st."
"Obsessed." I laugh and she stares at me in shock.
"I helped Ron make his birthday cake." She tells me. "That sort of helped me learn his birthday."
"Of course it did." She glares at me, and we settle into a awkward silence. "I don't have time to listen to you."
She stands up.
"I have much better things to do." I tell her.
"What," she sneers. "Bounce?"
I stand up too and I lean in, trying to threaten her.
"If I were you," I lean in even closer, suddenly really aware that my lips are brushing the skin near her mouth whenever I talk. "I wouldn't be stupid enough to keep mentioning it."
Her eyes widen, my lips still hovering near hers. She steps back, fists gripping her robes.
"Bye then, Ferret."
I try to glare at her, cursing as I realise how close I was to her.
At least I won.
Ginny Weasley, December 25th, 1994
The music suddenly turns really loud as Neville pulls me out the Grand Hall. It's strange as you'd think the music would get quieter as you'd leave.
Neville stops walking, turning to me with a large grin.
"Thanks..." he starts, but Malfoy comes out the hall with his date, glancing at the two of us. As he continues past us, he knocks Neville and Neville tumbles to the floor, tugging slightly on my dress as he falls.
I wince, re-adjusting my pink dress and Malfoy sniggers, telling Pansy to go back to the common room alone.
Neville stands up, glancing between me and Malfoy. "I'm sorry, Ginny." He whimpers, and I gape at him. "I had a great time, well, you know..." he glances at Malfoy. "Thanks for coming with me."
He runs.
"You shouldn't leave a girl at a dance." Malfoy shouts after him. "No matter how badly she's dressed."
I frown, glancing at my dress again.
"You made Parkinson go by herself." I tell him, sinking down to the floor and massaging my feet. He glances at me. "And I like my dress."
"I never expected much." He snipes. "You are a Weasley."
He's watching me. I try to ignore him, and I continue to massage my feet.
"What's wrong with your feet?" he asks.
"Neville stood on them a lot." I tell him.
He leans against the wall, and we settle into a comfortable silence.
"How did you manage to get Longbottom to ask you?" he says suddenly.
"What, you just can't understand how I got a date?" I snarl and he grins.
"No." He answers, shocking me. "I didn't think he had the brains to ask anyone out."
I sigh. "Leave him alone."
"I don't think so."
I think this is a very strange conversation to be having alone, around midnight on Christmas Day.
"It can't be that fun to insult him."
"Well, Scarhead's better to insult."
I groan.
"That Patil girl looked like she was having a great time." He drawls sarcastically, and I actually laugh.
He gives me a strange look and we fall back into silence. The music is finally getting quieter, and my feet stop throbbing.
"What do you think of Krum?" I ask Malfoy. He actually snorts.
"I have absolutely no respect for him." He tells me.
"You looked like you loved him when he arrived." I mention and he looks at me strangely.
"You were looking at me." He asks.
"No, I was looking at the star Quidditch player who just happened to have sat next to you."
"I lost all respect fro him when he asked out the mudblood."I get up, adjusting my dress and he straightens up. "You're leaving?"
"Why would I want to stay?" I mutter, angry about what he said about Hermione. He looks offended but suddenly laughs harshly.
"Why would I want to stay with you anymore?" he comes closer to me, his eyes flickering over my dress and my hair.
"That settles it then." I say quickly, nervous as he approaches. "Neither of us like each other's presence, so we should just go."
He grabs my arm and then, he kisses me.
He actually kisses me.
I think I'm going to be sick.
He looks like he's going to be sick, so I guess the feelings mutual.
"You look better than your brother did." He tells me. "Not that that's saying much."
I stutter at him.
"Now leave before I throw up." He snarls, but the effect is ruined by his confused expression, clearly wondering why he kissed me.
I just stare at him.
He turns away, stalking back to his common room, leaving me alone in the dark entrance hall. I pick up my skirts and run back to my dormitory, hoping to understand the events that just occurred.
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Thanks. ~Artjuice/Bexx
