Her Best friend, not her

Chapter seven: Green with snitches

Draco was lying in his bed the next Sunday. He enjoyed watching the early rays of sun draw patterns across his wall while he let his mind wander to the things that happened the past week. As usual very little progress was made on Hermione, but his bond with Ginny strengthened.

Now that Draco and Ginny had gone to Hogsmead without getting Draco killed by Ron, the pair, in the most platonic way possible, had decided to make their friendship know. Ginny would sometimes- meaning almost every dinner and some of the lunches- go eat at the Slytherin table with Draco, Blaise, Pansy and Theo-a.k.a. The Slytherin Mafia- and just chatter away with everyone. She had become fast friends with Pansy, turned down Blaise and his half-minded flirts down numerous times, and helped Theodore whenever he needed help with something regarding Luna. All in all the little Weaselette had made herself fit very well in the Slytherin house, a fact that didn't please her brother at all. Like the little firecracker would care.

Draco and Ginny had continued their little late-night meetings and even added little chit-chats whenever they crossed each other in the halls. Well little was very inaccurate in a way since they practically had to sprint to class after they heard the bell. It's not their fault recess was only ten minutes short! Their fire and ice friendship was growing well and healthy, a fact that, surprisingly, made Draco want to grin and giggle like a fool whenever he saw her. That's why girls who like you laugh at every single word you say when talking to them! The boy finally realized before moving to the Hermione side of the balance.

Draco had been watching every little detail of her being in the long hours they spent together due to Potions. The boy had come to the conclusion that Hermione was dealing with the I'm-a-ho-but-I-don't-show-it-'cause-I'm-that-awesome style and attitude. Her clothes were tighter and shorter, her robe was always open and flowing behind her, the mass of light chestnut curls had been sleeked into perfect ringlets every morning-although the frizziness did return a little bit in the afternoon- and her makeup was flawless. Dark eyeliner and light shade made her eyes appear larger and pop out, the skin of her face was completely covered in a layer of concealer smudged to the perfection. Sure she gave herself the busy-girl-who-is-naturally-beautiful look, but Draco could bet that she spent at least an hour and a half until her appearance was perfect. …Actually no, betting wasn't one of his favorite things to do. Especially with Blaise.

Draco had noticed the book-worm's new attitude too. Her face was always set into a slightly mocking expression, a mysterious yet alluring glint shining in her dark brown eyes. She held herself with more grace and a self-confidence so high, it could almost be called arrogance. Yet, there was the familiar Gryffindor warmth hiding into the depths of her eyes. She had been and always will be that nice girl who loved books and knowledge, no matter the number of plastic surgeries she may or may not undergo. It was one of the things Draco respected, if not liked, about her. But the girl was a flirt. It was now that he noticed how Hermione carefully chose every word that came out of her mouth, so that it could have a double or even triple meaning. And so, the two of them had set the bases of a very fragile friendship, laced with little flirts. Well the bet wasn't going all that bad.

The sound of his door opening made Draco's gaze snap towards the mahogany threshold through which was steaming light. A dark and very familiar silhouette was standing there.

"So, Malfy-Boy, ready to get your ass kicked today?" the oh-so-familiar voice of his favorite rodent floated to him. The girl walked into the room, kicking the door shut, and plopped onto his bed right beside him.

"And why, pray tell, are you hoping to kick my perfectly shaped arse on this fine day?" Draco turned onto his side so he could face her, his head propped onto his palm.

"Because it's the first Quidditch game of the season, baby! Gryffindor versus Slytherin and you're so going down!" she laughed at him and jumped up, "Now come on, I have to make sure the captain of the opposite team is awake and properly dressed so that the game has place. Chop-chop! Get moving!" the girl ordered him while clapping with her hands.

Draco gave her a once over in his most sarcastic Are-you-really-doing-this look. He noted that her hair was thrown into a hasty bun and she had put the first clothes she found. A fitted brown T-shirt was hugging the curves of her torso and waist, her jeans were faded and large, hanging loosely on her hips, leaving more than enough place to show her green boxers with little snitc-hey wait a minute!

"You're wearing my underwear!" he gasped in disbelief, "Why don't I get to wear your underwear!?" he asked dejectedly.

"Nonsense! All you have to do is grow a decent size man boobs and you could fit in that bra I gave you! …speaking of which I might need it for next week," Ginny did that typical whoopsie-daisy look. It consisted of her sucking her cheeks in, widening her eyes and looking left and right while on the verge of a giggle fit.

"Whatever, Weasel-Bee. I'm going to take a shower, don't miss me too much, kay?" he gingerly got up and headed for the shower.

"You do have a nice arse, Malfoy!" the red head chuckled at him just before he closed the bathroom door.

Damn red heads getting high on air and wanting him to grow man boobs. Him! Draco Lucius Malfoy! He cursed the day he had that bet with Blaise and followed his only girl friend's advice. Gee, what amazing friends he had.


Draco was steadily floating in the air, doing little loops and whatnot in the air to keep him from dying from boredom. The sound of Lovegood's commentary and the whoops and cheers from the crowd were jumbled together in a buzzing sound in his ears. Shooting high enough so that he could watch the game unfold, Draco decided to look at Ginny play. Being seeker was not fun anymore. He just sat there, maintaining his broom in the air while the chasers and beaters were doing an intense job of throwing the Quaffle and Bludgers around the air field. And here was Draco, waiting for Harry Die-mother-effer-die Potter to catch the snitch while watching his little Gryffindor fly from one end to the other, Quaffle tucked under her arm.

Suddenly the game seemed to freeze. Everybody was looking at him, making Draco nervous. He locked gazes with Ginny and raised an eyebrow in question. She mouthed something but he was too far away to read it off her lips. He just shrugged and continued to look around. He could see that Ginny was becoming aggravated with him. She was whipping her head around herself, seeming to look for something. Her eyes fell onto the brown ball currently in under her arm and had it in hand in one swift movement. Draco watched in amazement how the Gryff threw the ball at him with all might. Doubting her sanity the boy had to whirl to the right so he wouldn't get hit.

And that's when he saw it. The golden snitch was just a few feet next to him. He quickly urged his Nimbus 2001 forward; sure that potty-face was close behind. After a few seconds Draco's gloved hand was clasped around the metal ball. Triumph and happiness coursed through the blonde's veins as he descended slowly and majestically to the ground. As soon as he was off his broom, a flash of red was glomping him.

"I can't believe you sabotaged your own team, Weasel-Bee," he said in a low voice as he hugged her back.

"Anything for you and your perfect arse, baby," her comically flirtatious voice was muffled by his chest.


That night, the whole Slytherin house plus one redheaded Gryffindor were celebrating Slytherin's first win over Gryffindor in seven years. Draco and Ginny couldn't have been more proud of themselves.


Hi guys!! I am finally putting up a new chappie, yay!!! So sorry that I skipped two weeks but I was out of the country for winter break and yeah… sorry DX

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