Chapter Three
Her reason
My heart almost skipped a beat. She remembers! I never thought she'd remember me asking her to dance.
"Because you were looking so beautiful that night I couldn't resist." The phrase is out of my mouth before I even realized I was going to say it. I feel myself going red and see her shocked reaction. She goes scarlet.
"R-really?" She asks.
I nod and look away again, afraid to say anything. I might insult her again and that wouldn't be good - or would it? Father would want me to insult her. She is a Weasley after all, a lower class girl. Father would kill me if he found out about this.
I look back at her to see her go even redder.
"Why did you refuse to dance?"
"Because... well... you're a Malfoy."
"So! That's no reason not to dance with me." I say feeling rather annoyed at her disliking me because of my surname.
"I thought you were going to curse me or do something to embarrass me and my friends, well they would make me visit Pomfrey. Ron would owl my dad and he'd be furious and Harry-" She stopped.
"What would Potter do? Surely he wouldn't have gotten jealous. He was too busy with that mudblood Granger girl."
She just stared at me in disbelief that I could say something like that so simply. "You know you are a real asshole."
I shrug. "So."
"Why did I even bother to try to have a decent conversation with you?" She stormed away.
"Oh great now she hates me again..." I mumbled and started down the stairs.
I headed into the cold dungeons not even noticing the freezing temperature. "Slytherin's heir." I mumbled tonelessly and watched the secret door slide open. I slipped into the empty common room and looked at my watch.
"2 am." I sighed and fell into a high backed green chair. I had spent almost two hours watching my love and then I somehow insulted her. All I did was call that Granger girl a mudblood. Why would that bother her that much?
I close my eyes for a moment and drift off to sleep in the uncomfortable chair.
* * *
"Why is he always such a jerk?" I ask myself aloud. "He can't be that bad. I bet it's his father's fault. I could tell he wanted to have a decent conversation with me but why did he have to insult Hermione just because she isn't a pureblood?"
I wonder what Hermione would say if I told her about tonight - well only the part without me and Harry kissing. Maybe I'll make it sound like we were just talking.
"Why is who always such a jerk?" A voice behind me asked.
"Harry!" I exclaimed spinning around to see no one. "Where are you?" I looked around and suddenly saw his head appear ad his body soon after that.
"Right here Ginny. Now who's a jerk?"
"Um..." I know he has to know I'm talking about Malfoy. I gave away too many clues. "Malfoy."
"Why are you thinking about him?" He asks suspiciously.
"Because I just finished talking to him."
He gives me a strange look. "How did you just finish talking to him. I doubt he'd be wandering the school at 2 in the morning."
"He was watching us from one of the towers. I saw him and went up to see who it was."
"He was watching us? Probably trying to get something to blackmail me with." Harry said hatred in his voice.
"No actually he-" I stop. What was he doing up there? He never told me the truth.
"He what?"
"I don't know. He said he was thinking but I didn't believe him."
I hear Harry gasp and pick up his silver invisibility cloak off the floor. He tosses it over both of us and gently pushes me back against the wall next to him.
"What?" I whisper.
"Filch. We need to get back to the common room quickly."
I nod and follow him slowly towards the common room.
* * *
Not too interesting yet but I have a few plans... ::evil laugh:: I think the next chapter will include some romance between Ginny and Draco.
Her reason
My heart almost skipped a beat. She remembers! I never thought she'd remember me asking her to dance.
"Because you were looking so beautiful that night I couldn't resist." The phrase is out of my mouth before I even realized I was going to say it. I feel myself going red and see her shocked reaction. She goes scarlet.
"R-really?" She asks.
I nod and look away again, afraid to say anything. I might insult her again and that wouldn't be good - or would it? Father would want me to insult her. She is a Weasley after all, a lower class girl. Father would kill me if he found out about this.
I look back at her to see her go even redder.
"Why did you refuse to dance?"
"Because... well... you're a Malfoy."
"So! That's no reason not to dance with me." I say feeling rather annoyed at her disliking me because of my surname.
"I thought you were going to curse me or do something to embarrass me and my friends, well they would make me visit Pomfrey. Ron would owl my dad and he'd be furious and Harry-" She stopped.
"What would Potter do? Surely he wouldn't have gotten jealous. He was too busy with that mudblood Granger girl."
She just stared at me in disbelief that I could say something like that so simply. "You know you are a real asshole."
I shrug. "So."
"Why did I even bother to try to have a decent conversation with you?" She stormed away.
"Oh great now she hates me again..." I mumbled and started down the stairs.
I headed into the cold dungeons not even noticing the freezing temperature. "Slytherin's heir." I mumbled tonelessly and watched the secret door slide open. I slipped into the empty common room and looked at my watch.
"2 am." I sighed and fell into a high backed green chair. I had spent almost two hours watching my love and then I somehow insulted her. All I did was call that Granger girl a mudblood. Why would that bother her that much?
I close my eyes for a moment and drift off to sleep in the uncomfortable chair.
* * *
"Why is he always such a jerk?" I ask myself aloud. "He can't be that bad. I bet it's his father's fault. I could tell he wanted to have a decent conversation with me but why did he have to insult Hermione just because she isn't a pureblood?"
I wonder what Hermione would say if I told her about tonight - well only the part without me and Harry kissing. Maybe I'll make it sound like we were just talking.
"Why is who always such a jerk?" A voice behind me asked.
"Harry!" I exclaimed spinning around to see no one. "Where are you?" I looked around and suddenly saw his head appear ad his body soon after that.
"Right here Ginny. Now who's a jerk?"
"Um..." I know he has to know I'm talking about Malfoy. I gave away too many clues. "Malfoy."
"Why are you thinking about him?" He asks suspiciously.
"Because I just finished talking to him."
He gives me a strange look. "How did you just finish talking to him. I doubt he'd be wandering the school at 2 in the morning."
"He was watching us from one of the towers. I saw him and went up to see who it was."
"He was watching us? Probably trying to get something to blackmail me with." Harry said hatred in his voice.
"No actually he-" I stop. What was he doing up there? He never told me the truth.
"He what?"
"I don't know. He said he was thinking but I didn't believe him."
I hear Harry gasp and pick up his silver invisibility cloak off the floor. He tosses it over both of us and gently pushes me back against the wall next to him.
"What?" I whisper.
"Filch. We need to get back to the common room quickly."
I nod and follow him slowly towards the common room.
* * *
Not too interesting yet but I have a few plans... ::evil laugh:: I think the next chapter will include some romance between Ginny and Draco.
