So here is Chapter 8. I hope you like it.


Chapter 8

Draco POV

I put my scheme into action the following morning. My plan was simple: infuriate her, then win her over later. After all, hate is a form of passion. And everyone knows, there is a fine line between love and hate. I just had to make sure she crossed it.

Ginny sat alone at breakfast. I was slightly surprised since she was very popular among the Gryffindors and even more so among males. She was too popular for her own good actually. That was the one thing I agreed with Potty and the Weasel on, though I'd never tell them, or her. Nevertheless, it was actually better for me that she was sitting alone. She looked sad, which also worked to my benefit. I wondered what was bothering her. Part of me wanted to go hold her and let her cry into my shoulder. Where did that come from? I took a second to shake that off. I obviously hated her. I decided that other part of me was brought on by sleep deprivation.

I looked up as the delivery owls came in that morning. A large barn owl brought me my Daily Prophet. I paid him and he took off. I searched the ceiling for another owl. I spotted it. There was my black eagle owl. Right on schedule, I noted with pleasure. My plan was now in motion. There was no going back now.


Ginny POV

I decided to eat breakfast alone on Monday morning. Yesterday, Luna had told me what a complete witch I had been Saturday night. I couldn't face anyone after that, especially Neville. I couldn't believe that I had snogged him in front of Luna. No wonder we fought, I realized. I would never have hurt my best friends that way. Thankfully, I hadn't tried anything else with Neville that night. I made a silent pact with myself to never that much again.

I also made a pact to look around the bathrooms before stripping again. I didn't want to repeat yesterday's experience with Malfoy. I had been so embarrassed. I could still feel both of his kisses. Remembering them, I felt ashamed as I remembered how much I had actually wanted more than those kisses yesterday. That was before I was completely over my drunken state though. Again, I silently promised to never drink that much again.

The morning delivery owls swooped in through the window, and I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. I hadn't received any letters from Mum and Dad this year. They couldn't send me things with all our movements being tracked and our letters searched. Bill couldn't write me either. I half hoped that Harry would write, but I realized that that was near impossible. He was the most wanted wizard in the country. But he was also the most wanted man in my heart, and that should count more, I pouted.

I was shocked, therefore, when a large, black eagle owl landed in front of me. I didn't recognize this owl. I thought with a smile that maybe Charlie had sent it. I took the package from its leg, and it flew away. I opened the letter that was attached. My eyes bulged in shock:

Dear Weaslette,

I meant to tell you how much I enjoyed our morning together yesterday. I couldn't help noticing you have some modesty issues though. I have shrunk down and enclosed a present for you, therefore. A simple "Finite" charm will lift the spell. However, I wouldn't bring it to full size until later. Maybe you can use it next time you decide to intrude upon my bath. I will be looking forward to our next swim together.

Sincerely,

Your favorite Seeker

P.S. I can still feel that kiss that you left on my lips. What about you?

I flushed. I couldn't believe the nerve of him. As if I willingly intruded on his bath. As if he didn't force me to get in the tub and then kiss me. Of course, I hadn't thought about that kiss, not until he mentioned it. And I had modesty issues? I didn't realize that it could possible get worse.

I threw the letter aside and opened the included package. I lifted out a doll-size black silk bathrobe on a hanger and a green towel that accompanied it. I was furious! How could he do that? And in Slytherin colors too? What did he think I was going to do with them? I couldn't help noting the nice texture of the tiny robe, though, or the softness of the miniature towel. I hated that more. I didn't want to think how much these things cost. Upon closer inspection, I noticed some tiny silver detailing on the towel. I would have to look at that later. Those kisses were still on my mind. Laughter brought me back to my senses.

I threw everything back into the box and looked around the Great Hall for the source. He was sitting over at his table, stroking the eagle owl that had delivered such an unwanted present. Of course, the owl was his, who else would have such an expensive owl? How stupid I was for thinking Charlie could get a gift to me.


Draco POV

I took great pleasure in watching her reactions to my gift. Her eyes got huge as she realized who the letter was from. There had been excitement in her face before. I chuckled as I watched her excitement turn to disappointment when she read the letter, and then to fury when she pulled out the robe and the towel.

I watched her flush as she stared at the miniature items. I could tell she was deep in thought. I wondered if she was remembering our kiss yesterday. I actually hadn't been lying in that letter. That kiss had stayed with me all of yesterday. I was slightly taken aback at how much I wanted to kiss her again. But that didn't matter. Soon she would be begging me to kiss her, and then I'd have her where I wanted her.

I could no longer contain my laughter when I saw her get angry again. She had realized that she had been unconsciously been running her fingers over the silkiness of the robe. I reached my hand up to pet my owl for a job well done. She looked over, hatred on her face. I winked in response.


So what did you think? I know Draco is still a jerk. But the Draco that lives in mind hasn't decided he wants to play nice yet. Stay tuned.

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