After vigorous scrubs off Ron's pants, a few ear-splitting songs and a train ride (with Draco getting the green eyes as Hermoine made kissy faces with Ron) later, Ginny was found sitting on Draco's lap in one of the obsolete classrooms, nipping at his lips.
"Get on with it, Weasley," Draco urged impatiently. "You'd better appreciate this. I won't be able to do this once I snag Granger."
Instead of kissing him, she pulled away, biting her lower lip, "How come you talk about her like that, like she's some prize to win?" she asked dubiously.
"She ain't mine yet." Draco replied nonchalantly.
She snorted. He pulled her face to his and kissed her, "You honestly talk too much," he mumbled.
"Whatever." Ginny pushed herself off his lap and sat opposite him, "So…what happened in that ten minutes that I left you alone?"
He paused for a long while. "Nothing."
"NOTHING????? I ruined Ron's good pants, wasted a perfectly fine mug of butterbeer, and you dare tell me you did NOTHING???"
He scowled, his blond fringe falling over his eyes, "It's none of your business."
"Touchy much, Draco?" she smirked, "Come on, you can tell me," she urged in a wheedling voice.
"I told her she looked beautiful," he mumbled.
Ginny's chocolate eyes grew wider, "Aaaannnnddd?"
He flushed and glared, lowering his voice considerably, he muttered, "She wasn't listening………told me to be quiet. The band was starting to play."
Ginny stared…snorted…and then burst out laughing. Draco was pouting miserably. The young girl didn't know whether to laugh or cry for him. He looked so pitiful.
"I did buy you another butterbeer………and also a free bar of chocolate!" said Draco defiantly.
"Sure you did - making a big show of your generosity in front of Hermoine," Ginny said. "Guess your charm didn't work, huh Draco?"
He sulked. Ginny sighed. It was quiet for a few minutes.
"What's the next step?" Draco asked miserably.
Ginny's eyes lit up, "The dance!!!" she said, flipping her fiery locks behind her shoulders.
Draco watched the cascading waves, almost mesmerized, before realizing what she just said.
He groaned, "Another dance? So that's why Pansy was twittering away and trailing after me the whole day."
"You are NOT going with that wench!" Ginny scrunched her nose, in a cute way, Draco thought.
Draco smirked and placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close to his face, "Jealous already, Weasley?"
"You wish. This is one of my very few benefits, I get a free date! No need to go through all that trouble finding one." She frowned, remembering her last ball with Neville.
He folded his arms. "Yeah………with one of the hottest boys in school no less. Wait—make that the hottest, no competition at all."
She didn't laugh or retort with some witty remark. Draco's forehead creased in worry. He appraised her critically. Her eyes were glazed over and she didn't seem to be very focused on the conversation.
Just like in the romance novels I found in Flourish and Botts, the girl goes with another guy, and Harry…I mean, the hero gets all jealous and possessive and utterly adorable…
Just then, she heard a far away voice saying, "Seriously Ginny, you're not jealous, are you?"
She sighed and absently muttered, "You called me Ginny."
Draco backed away from her. She was smiling dreamily and he could practically see stars in her eyes. "Errr…Uh-oh…" alarm bells were ringing in his head, while his egotistical self was assuring him of yet another problem.
"Please, tell me you have not fallen for me."
With a snort she stood up and threw her hands in the air. "Fallen for you? I was dreaming about Ha- err……..someone, I mean—something else, you great big oaf!"
Draco lost his balance due to her sudden movement. His arms flailed wildly and he landed on his bottom with a huge 'thud'.
"Ouch…" he rubbed the injured area. Ginny looked away politely.
"You hurt my sexy butt."
Ginny scoffed rudely. "I'll be off now, you spoiled brat. Good night, my beloved Draco."
He sighed to no one in the empty classroom. Beloved? What was that feeling in his stomach?
And was Ginny dreaming about Saint Potter? He scowled.
Stupid Harry Potter…Why was he feeling so uneasy? He shook his head, as if trying to clear it of the strange thoughts, at the same time tenderly rubbing his injured behind. Weird…he never felt that way before. And when Ginny mentioned Harry, he could have sworn he felt something…
Draco waved it off. 'Must be that prat's name………' he thought with hatred.
'Gee…that fall did more damage to my brain than my butt.' Draco stalked out of the classroom, finding himself dreaming about a certain Gryffindor girl with wild hair………and that girl's name was not Hermoine Granger.
A/N: Hmm…that didn't come out very nicely, but it's the best I could do. I know that the characters are quite out of character, but…well, that's the way they are in this fic. Anyway. Hope you liked it…really hoping…Christmas wish…
Thanks for your support!
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