Quills

Ginny was nervous. She had no idea why she had let George manipulate her into this. But she was here now, and her pride would not let her back down. So, package in her hands and head held high (her quivering lip bitten down) she walked through the gates and towards the front door of Malfoy manner.

Standing in front of the intimidating doors, she didn't know if she should knock. Perhaps she should have floo-ed? Shaking her head to herself, she lifted her hand, but before she could knock, the door opened to Draco Malfoy.

"Miss Weasley, it's good to see you again." A smiling Draco said. Ginny looked on, slightly confused.

"I- er…I expected a house elf." Ginny stammered.

"Sorry to disappoint you Weasley." Draco drawled with a roll of his eyes. And there was the Draco Ginny knew. "I saw you through the window and thought I'd be kind and greet you myself."

"Thank you." Ginny whispered, feeling a little foolish. Only Malfoy could manage to belittle her by being kind. Her gratitude, however, produced a smirking Malfoy. She held the package out to him, trying to get this finished with as soon as possible. "Here's the package."

"Thank you, Ginevra." They way he said her name made her breath hitch. She hated her name, but Malfoy made it sound so… important. Beautiful, even. It's what had made her stop yesterday, and sit down across from the young Malfoy. It was what made her unable to refuse his offer of eating lunch together.

It was what was going to get her into a lot more trouble if she didn't get a damn hold of herself.

"What's in the package?" She asked.

"Special quills. They will, once I soak them in my potion, write love letters."

"Quills?" George couldn't trust anyone else with quills? .

"Not everyone is talented in the way of words. These quills will help. Should I send one to Potter?" Draco quirked an eyebrow.

Ginny knew she should be angry. She should defend Harry. Hex George later.

Instead, she laughed.

On a fine Wednesday morning, Ginny found herself standing on the doorstep of Malfoy Manner, sharing a laugh with one Draco Malfy at Harry's expense.

"Have lunch with me? A thank you for your delivery services of these fragile quills. Please, Ginevra?"

There it was again, his voice giving strength to her name. So she nodded.

Damn him.

This one continues on from the last one. The 'Quills' doesn't really feature that much, does it? And I'm 3 words over. Oops.