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"Weasley! Get your arse out of bed!" someone yelled, pounding on her door. Ginny groaned, pulling the pillow over her head.
"Go away!"
"Weasley! Get out here! We're gonna be late for our first class! We have to leave in like ten minutes!"
Ginny threw the covers off and sprinted for the door, throwing it open. Draco, momentarily stunned by her sudden appearance, stood on the small landing. She shoved passed him flying down the stairs. She ran to the small kitchen area and grabbed a granola bar. She ran back up the stairs to where Draco still stood on the top step.
"Ten minutes?! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" She yelled through the door as she hurried around getting dressed in her uniform.
"I tried! You sleep like a rock!" He called back.
She was ready in about six minutes. Draco looked impressed as she joined him at the portrait hole.
"Wow, six minutes? That's pretty good for a girl. Can we leave now?"
"Yes, oh Impatient One."
"Haha," he scoffed. They walked down the hall toward their classes.
"I have potions first, I'm going this way," Ginny said as she started for the steps to the dungeons.
"I know, I have potions too. All our classes are the same on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Today we have potions, then Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. The afternoon we have off."
"Wow, stalker much, Malfoy?"
"No, I read your schedule this morning when you slept in."
"Of course," she rolled her eyes.
They walked in silence the rest of the way. Draco held the door open for her, getting weird looks from Ginevera and the rest of the class. He shrugged and follwed her in. He sat at a seat in the back of the classroom. Theodore Nott a fellow son of Death Eaters came up to him.
"Draco, what are you doing here? I figured you be taking over after your father died in the family business."
"I'm not taking over anything my Father left me," he snapped, "Now, leave so I can concentrate." Nott eyed him, then left. Draco took a breath. He didn't need to be seen with people like that anymore. His family had suffered enough for his Father's ineptitude and beliefs.
The doors banged opened, and Slughorn's stomach proceeded him into the room.
"Welcome! Welcome, all of you! Nice to see all of you again! Ah! My dear Mr. Potter! How wonderful to see you! And the rest of the Golden Three! Wonderful! And Mrs. Weasley as well! I had forgotton that you would be joining us in this class seeing as you are ahead of you class. How are you, my dear?"
"Well, thank you."
"Excellent!" Slughorn continued greeting his favorite students. He congratulated Draco and Ginevera on their headships, "Now then! We will be starting by making the Elixir of Glee. It's simple enough to start with but challenging enough for you upper classmen. The instructions are in your books on page 20. You may begin!"
Draco read and reread the directions and was gathering his ingredients when the door opened to admit the Headmistress.
"May I borrow the Head boy and girl for a minute, Horace?"
"Of course, Minerva. Go ahead, you two."
Ginny walked by Draco's desk and he joined her as they walked to the door.
"I have found a room for you to meet with the prefects. It's in the West-"
"Excuse me, Ma'am, but I thought we could just hold the meetings in our common room. There is enough room for everyone and we can have the ultimate privacy," Ginny interrupted.
"Well, if you are fine with this, Mr. Malfoy?" He nodded, "Wonderful, I'll be sure to contact the prefects in their classes. You may go back to class."
She left them standing in the hallway.
"The meeting is at eight, right?" asked Draco.
"Yes."
"Alright then, after you," he opened the door for her.
"Uh, thanks?"
"Don't sound so surprised. I was raised to be a proper pureblood diplomat. I was trained to be a gentleman."
"Funny, 'cause I've never seen you be one before," she walked past him as he scowled. She smirked. The rest of the hour past uneventfully, unless you count Neville's potion billowing neon pink smoke and daisy yellow sparks. When the bell rang, Ginny waited by they edge of Draco's desk as he gathered his things.
"Transfiguration next right? Is McGonagall still teaching?" asked Draco as they left the classroom and made their way to the stairs.
"No. Someone by the name of Seiridzki."
"Wow, that is a weird last name," Draco chuckled. Ginny laughed.
"And Malfoy isn't?" It was Draco's turn to laugh. Ginevera stared at him. He noticed.
"What?"
"It's just, I've never heard you laugh before. Unless it was at someone."
"There are many things no one has seen, or heard me do," he responded quietly.
"Why?"
"Because being a Malfoy puts me in the public eye quite frequently. I want part of my life to be my own. Not the worlds."
"I kinda know what you mean. Being a Weasley after the war and Potter's girlfriend, the papers wouldn't leave me alone. We can be antisocial together!" she added with a laugh. Draco grinned and laughed with her.
People in the halls stared as a Weasley and a Malfoy not only walked together, but were laughing and talking as if it was perfectly normal. Yes, things after the war had changed, but not that much.
Malfoy held the door for her. She glanced sideways at him. He rolled his eyes.
"Thanks, Malfoy."
"It's Draco. And you're welcome, Ginevera."
"Draco," she nodded her thanks and they took their seats near the back of the class at the only remaining desk, sitting next to each other.
"Ginny? What are you doing sitting with him?" It was Potter. He, Ron, and Hermione had joined them. Harry and Ron were both scowling at Malfoy, Hermione was trying to look interested in something out the window.
"Discussing our meeting with the prefects later since we are the Heads. Not that its any of your business," scoffed Ginny, glowering at Harry.
"Gin! Come on! It's Malfoy! Not your best friend! Come sit with us," Potter urged, laying a hand on her shoulder. Ginny's face hardened.
"She said no, Potter. Shove off," Draco stood behind her, staring daggers at the 'Chosen One'. He was at least six inches taller than Harry, and maybe an inch taller than Ron.
"Listen here, Ferret-" Ginny exploded.
"Shut UP, Potter! I. Don't. Like. You!" she pushed her chair violently back as she stood, nose to nose with Harry. Draco, sensing an impending fight, laid a hand on her shoulder to keep her from decking him. Immediately, both Ron and Harry's wands were pointed at him. Ginevera drew her own, training it on Potter's heart.
"Get your filthy hands off my sister," Ron growled. Ginny raised her wand higher.
"He's Head Boy, Ronald. Still feel like cursing him? Being Head Girl also allows me to put you in detention for using magic against a student. Do you really want a detention on your first day? I'd hate for it to go on your record," she spoke lowly, eyes flashing.
Slowly the two boys lowered their wands. Each giving Malfoy a scowl, they returned to their seats. Draco and Ginny sat back down.
"Thanks," they said simultaneously. They grinned at each other.
The doors burst inward, and a man of about twenty, with brown hair strode into the room. Draco stared at him. He looked oddly familiar.
"Welcome!" he turned to face the class, grinning, eyes flitting over the students, and freezing on Ginny. She gasped.
"Matthew?"
Draco looked between the two of them, surprised. Her boyfriend?
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