Title: Babbling Idiots

Author: poeticdownfall

A/N: ...sorry? begs for mercy I'm at a loss for words...so just read this thing and find it in your heart to forgive my tardiness...

Chapter Seven: I'm Sick Of Following My Dreams...I'm Just Gonna Ask Where They're Going...And Hook Up With 'Em Later...

"THAT BLOODY PRAT!" I screamed, ramming a brush through my mess of curls. "THAT ARROGANT SON OF A BITCH!" I yelled, feriously throwing old clothes across my bed. "THAT STUPID LITTLE - "

"Ginny!"

I stopped in mid scream and looked at a very bewildered Hermione Granger. "Um, hey Hermione!" I smiled.

"Don't you Hermione me, young lady! After that language!" she shook her head. "What's gotten you in such a tizzy?" she asked, glancing at my destroyed closet.

"I, um, I'm actually - "

"Oh gods...you're meeting someone aren't you?!" Silence was my response but it was all she needed before she squealed in a voice I knew only dogs could hear and threw her arms around me in tight, air constricting hug. "OH GINNY! Please, you HAVE to tell me who it is!" she cried, jumping in the air with excitement.

"Can't...breathe..." I choked out.

"Oh sorry!" She finally let go and looked pointedly at me. "Soooooo?"

I sighed. "I wish I could tell you 'Mione...I really wish I could, but I don't think he'd appreciate it..." Lie! Lie lielielielielielie! He wouldn't give a shit who I told. It was my own self I was looking after.

Her excited face crumbled and she pouted. "Oh..." she said, collasping on the mess of clothes on my bed. She picked up a skimpy top and measured it against herself. "Well, if you won't tell me, then I guess there's no forcing it out of you..." she sighed, standing up with top in hand. "I'll just have to show Ron what I found in Colin Creevey's bag, if you know what I mean..." she said, waving the garment in my face.

"Oh you wouldn't!" I cried, already picturing the blood red ears and the high pitched cries of my dearest brother Ronald Weasely.

"Try me..." she hissed, crinkling her nose up in a sneer.

"You are a vindictive little - "

"Tsk tsk tsk...no dirty words now...Just a name, that's all! Just one simple little - "

"MALFOY!"

That was the boiling point. She dropped the silky fabric on the floor and began off on what the world would soon know as the breakdown of Hermione Jane Granger. She was using language I didn't even know existed! She thought I had a potty mouth! I watched in utter disbelief as she spouted off, flying around the room in anger.

"Do you even realize the abosolute insanity of this? Do you!?!"

When I realized that it wasn't a rhetorical question, I stammed, "I-I know..."

She let out a huff of air. "Don't ever tell Harry I just did that..." she whispered, putting a hand to her rapidly beating heart. She fell dejectedly to the bed. "But Gin, you have got to tell me what the hell you're doing..."

I shrugged, picking up the rejected clothing on the floor. "He helped me with my Potions essay today...he asked me very kindly and I didn't turn it down..."

She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "But this is...MALFOY for heaven's sake...that boy is kin to a whole world of Death Eaters! Do you understand that?"

I nodded. "I think he's different!"

"DIFFERENT!? In what way is this, Ginny? He uses people, he torments them! All he's missing is the Dark Mark! Which, I'm sure isn't far off in his future!"

"I don't know how to explain it, Hermoine! But - I just - "

She gave another long sigh. "Alright. I guess you might know what you're doing...but, please be careful, Gin."

I nodded with a grateful smile. "Of course I will! It's Draco Malfoy, you know!"

She shook her head and smiled. "Alright then." She looked me up and down and frowned. "Honestly Ginny, don't you have anything that doesn't scream I'm a Weasely?" Once again, all she needed was my silence. "Come with me..."

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I was late, again. I could already picture Malfoy pacing the tower in disgust, maybe even exploding things in the shape of my head. But, I had decided, my tardiness was definatly worth the clothing Hermione had dressed me in. Since we were relatively the same size, she helped me piece together a knock dead outfit. After much debate and prompting from Hermione, she had forced a short green wool skirt on my long legs and a soft, off the shoulder black sweater. I felt beautiful when it was over and she had dusted a bit of blush and a dab of mascara on my already atrciously long lashes.

"Makes 'em stand out more. Trust me, no man can turn down a well groomed batted eyelash!" she had squealed, basically pouring the dark liquid over my eyes.

It was hard to run in the six hundred million inch heels, but I managed. When I finally got up to the large wooden door, I was a full ten minutes late. Bracing myself for an onslaught of snarky remarks and insults, I pushed the door open. Then, I took a deep breath at the utter beauty of the room.

Candles lit the entire room with a dim glow. Some were scattered on the shelves and desks in the classroom while some magically floated in mid air. In the middle of the room sat an elegant table with a delicious looking pasta steaming in the center. "Wow..." I gasped, taking in the beauty of everything.

"Late again..." a voice drawled. "You know, if I didn't know any better...I'd say you couldn't read time...but then, I don't know for sure, so maybe you can't..." His teasing and light undertone didn't escapte me with the sharp insult.

"Oh sod it Malfoy...if you cared so much, you wouldn't be here, now would you?" He didn't have anything to say in response to that and I gave a satisfied smile. "Now, on a much lighter note, this is absolutely beautiful!"

He smirked and held out his arm. "I knew you'd think so...it's very easy to impress a poor Weasley..."

I rolled my eyes and placed my hand on the inside of his elbow. "What smells so good?" I asked.

"That would be our pasta...specially prepared by the house-elves of Malfoy Manor..."

"Malfoy Manor? Why didn't you just have the school's elves prepare it?"

He scoffed. "I wanted something that tasted good, Virginia..."

He pulled the chair out for me before sitting across the table. He looked amazing. His usually cold gray eyes were highlighted by the dusty green sweater he wore. His platinum blonde locks hung into his eyes.

"As soon as your finished oogling me, Weaslette, we can dine..."

I was snapped out of my thoughts and glared at the intruder. "I wasn't oogling, Malfoy..." He scoffed at that one. And, on the inside of course, I did too because it was a complete and utter lie. Might as well just finish it, right? "I was just marveling at your ability to dress nicely for tonight.." I said quietly.

He smirked. "The same could said for you, Weasley.."

There was an awkward silence before food floated into the air and dumped itself on our plate. HAH! A true Malfoy does not spoon out his own food! The audacity! I was laughing at the irony when a wine bottle drug itself out in front of me. "Wine?" I asked uneasily. "Isn't alchohol - "

"Forbidden? Yes. Scared, Weaslette?"

I was not about to admit that the only alchoholic beverage I had ever even sniffed at was Ogden's Firewhiskey. And that was at my brother's wedding and noone had even noticed my strangely tipsy behavior. "No."

He smirked again and watched as the bottle tipped itself smoothly into my glass. The meal went nicely. Malfoy actually held a decent conversation with me and I was enjoying myself rather imensley. The white wine was making me only slightly dizzy.

"This has been a very enjoyable night, Ferret...my compliments..." I drawled, picking up on his haughty tone.

He quirked an eyebrow. "I wasn't fishing for a compliment Weasel...as if one from you could be worth a drop in a bucket..."

I scoffed. "It's worth more than you think..." I muttered, dragging my eyes down to the pickings I had left on my plate.

There was a comfortable silence when neither of us talked. The room was buzzing with words that I wanted to say. I just couldn't pick the right one.

"Draco..."

"Weasley..."

Silence.

"Malfoy..."

"Virginia..."

A longer silence. Then are eyes met and we burst into laughter. "You go first..." I giggled, holding my hand over my mouth.

"No...you...ladies first, of course..." he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

I let the same smirk curl over my lips as I drawled, "Age before beauty..."

He looked taken aback before he leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head. "Slytherin suits you Weaslette...But you should probaly stay away from the Malfoy part...I don't think you can handle it..."

"Hah!" I snorted. "I couldn't handle it? Whatever...anyway...you were going to say something?"

He sighed before returning his hands to the table to rest laced underneath his chin. "Weasley, I don't know if you've noticed...but we seem to be running into each other more and more lately...both figuratively and literally..."

I blushed upon remembering my clumsy tumble. "Yes..."

He cleared his throat. "I was thinking...maybe..."

"Go on..." I coaxed, unconciously leaning towards him.

"If you weren't too busy...that is..." Closer.

"MmmHmm..." Even more so.

"We could..." I could almost feel his lips on mine.

"I'm listening..." To silence. He didn't say another word. When I looked up and our eyes collided, I saw him laughing. Laughing. THAT ARROGANT LITTLE GIT!

I instantly pulled back and rose from my chair. I collected myself and stalked to the door to the sound of him still chuckling in his seat. "Wait!" he called between belly laughs. "Don't leave!"

I spun around, ready to tear him a new one. "I'm not going to stay if you're just going to mock me the entire night! I had something honest to tell you and all you wanted to do was poke fun! I'm not going to stand for it!"

His laughter died and his lips quirked. "I wasn't mocking Weasley..."

I pouted. "Sure sounded like it..."

He sighed. Women... "Well then why don't you just tell me what's plaguing your little red haired brain, huh?"

HAH! This is exactly what was going through my "little red haired brain"... a;lifjea;iejalkgja;ldsMalfoyalkjefla;ijfdokdlsaj;lfeijIaeiljafleilikealfjeifhim? Something told me that he wouldn't pick up on the subliminal message. I was going to have to spell it out for him and even then he still might not get it. He was a Malfoy, after all. And I am a Weasley. And those two facts kept me from grabbing his robes and pulling him towards me.

I sighed. "You know what Malfoy? That might not be such a good idea right now..." I whispered.

His brows knitted together. "And why not?"

I shrugged. "Now's just not the time..."

"Not the time? So why even bring it up? Why even fucking mention it?!" Was it me or was he losing his temper? And...why?!

"I-it's just-I can't-"

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair as silence engulfed us. "Sit back down Weasely...I think we both need to think a while..."

I nodded and made my way back to the table. Why was he so aggrivated with me? What did I do to him? But I obligued his request on taking a seat. I was feeling a little light headed anyway. I barely noticed him pulling out my chair for me and pushing me back under the table.

"Virginia...listen...I have to get this off my chest...I-"

"I'm sure it was in here!" a shrill voice rang through the air.

I gasped and turned towards Malfoy. "Who?" I mouthed.

He shrugged and we listened for the voices again.

"When I get my hands on that slimy little weasel, I swear I'll-"

"Now's not the time to be planning anything, Goyle. We have to find the little bitch first..."

"Yea!"

"I heard someone talking about the Astronomy Tower...you know how romantic that place is said to be..."

"Mmm!"

Before I could blink, I was ripped from my chair and hastily thrown into the smallest broom cabinet this world had ever seen. I was pressed tightly against Malfoy's, very muscular, chest. And was it just me or was the air losing its oxygen?

"How did they find out?" I whispered quietly.

"I don't know...The pug has her way of finding out anything when she wants to."

I gulped. "What about the table? She'll definatly know something's up when she sees all of that!"

"Don't worry about it. I took care of it."

Took care of it? In the five milliseconds before we realized who it was at the door? My oh my, this boy was fast.

The large oak door flew open with a loud bang that made me jump and crash into Malfoy. He caught me before I fell and made even more noise. His gray eyes glittered in the darkness and I couldn't look away. It wasn't until conversation of two babbling idiots broke my entrancement and brought me crashing back down into reality. I was crammed in a broom closet with Draco Malfoy. If my brothers found out about this...oh boy. Let's just say Ronald Weasley would define a brighter shade of red.

"I don't see nothin'" growled Goyle. "I thought you said..."

"I DID!" Pansy screamed, kicking something over in her fury.

Holy shit this girl was crazy. I felt something smooth in my hand and I looked down. Stupid stupid stupid stupid! I berated myself. Apparently, from fright of something or other, I had grabbed Malfoy's hand in my own. I looked up, searching for his eyes, but only found the fabric of his shirt. He didn't seem to mind that our fingers were locked together, so I kept my hand tucked safely in his.

"What are we gonna do now, eh?"

Silence. I imagined Pansy's face curling into a sneer as her ears poured smoke out. Goyle's expression had to be one of complete and utter fear, and I couldn't stop a giggle from escaping.

"Did you hear that!?"

I quickly covered my mouth with my free hand. Malfoy looked down at me with alarm. "Hush it!" he whispered sternly.

I buried my head in his chest, but the laughter wouldn't stop! The picture...oh the picture!

"It's coming from the closet! Quickly!"

Malfoy pushed my head further into his shirt to muffle the noise, and that only made me laugh harder! His fingers squeezed mine frantically and I returned the gesture. When the door began to shake, I instantly quieted up.

"Ugh...something's stuck against it!" Goyle muttered, continuing to shake the door.

I heard Pansy sigh. "So? Push harder, you git!"

He obligued and the door shook with a greater force. "It won't move!" he grunted.

"Draco Malfoy! I know you're in there with that weasel! And when this door opens, you better be ready for the beating of a lifetime!"

Malfoy leaned down towards me. "Hold on to me tightly. Do NOT let go!"

I nodded and wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes. I felt my stomach drop to my toes before careening into my mouth and then settling back down in its original space. My eyes fluttered open and I took in my surrondings. I was no longer locked in a broom closet with Malfoy.

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A/N: muahahaha! Where did they go? Once again, I apologize for the tardiness of this chapter. Since summer is finally here and my classes are finished. I just might be able to finish this one! But don't get your hopes up... :) OH! I've had a question as to where I get the ideas for the titles of my chappies. Well, my dear dear faithful readers (Butt kissing, anyone?), there is a quite the funny man named Mitch Hedberg. You should probaly check him out! Cracks me up everytime! Well, now just press that little purple button and review!

You know, it's the reviews that made me pick up this story again...! Can you believe it!?