Ginny stared across the common room, at her brother and his friends. They looked so...happy. Harry especially. What a relief it must be for him not to worry about going back to the Dursleys. She watched them laugh as Harry pinned ROn on the couch and Hermione force-fed him Fred and George's trick food. Sighing, she got up and left for the dormitory. Glancing over her shoulder, she noted that they didn't even see her leave.
Draco stormed into the Great Hall the next morning. He and Pansy had fought again that night. Over the stupid damn Potions answers. He couldn't help not wanting to let her cheat. Well, technically he could, but he didn't want to. She could either pay attention in Potions or give Snape sexual favours, like that damn Zabini girl. He slammed down at the table, casting a venomous look at a passing first-year. As Dumbledore got up to speak, he let his eyes and mind wander. Scanning the other three tables, he realised he was, for the first time in his life, truly bored. Usually there was someone, some girl, or a Mudblood who needed teasing. He needed a challenge, he needed...fresh meat...
As Dumbledore babbled on, Ginny looked around the halls. The vacant, desperately hungry look Ron bore was shared by the majority of the students. Looking at the Slytherin table, she recoiled in mild shock as her eyes met Draco's. His expression was unreadable, until he suddenly smile widely. At that moment Dumbledore clapped his hands, snapping them both out of their stupor. She shook her head and concentrated on her food.
Draco caught Ginny's arm as she was leaving the hall.
"Ginny." he whispered. Ginny blinked, wondering why she like hearing the way he said her name. "Ginny, meet me at the Quidditch pitch at 6." And he was gone. She looked frantically throught the hordes, but he had disappeared.
Draco grinned maniacally to himself as he made his way to Charms. Finally, a chance to play.
Draco stormed into the Great Hall the next morning. He and Pansy had fought again that night. Over the stupid damn Potions answers. He couldn't help not wanting to let her cheat. Well, technically he could, but he didn't want to. She could either pay attention in Potions or give Snape sexual favours, like that damn Zabini girl. He slammed down at the table, casting a venomous look at a passing first-year. As Dumbledore got up to speak, he let his eyes and mind wander. Scanning the other three tables, he realised he was, for the first time in his life, truly bored. Usually there was someone, some girl, or a Mudblood who needed teasing. He needed a challenge, he needed...fresh meat...
As Dumbledore babbled on, Ginny looked around the halls. The vacant, desperately hungry look Ron bore was shared by the majority of the students. Looking at the Slytherin table, she recoiled in mild shock as her eyes met Draco's. His expression was unreadable, until he suddenly smile widely. At that moment Dumbledore clapped his hands, snapping them both out of their stupor. She shook her head and concentrated on her food.
Draco caught Ginny's arm as she was leaving the hall.
"Ginny." he whispered. Ginny blinked, wondering why she like hearing the way he said her name. "Ginny, meet me at the Quidditch pitch at 6." And he was gone. She looked frantically throught the hordes, but he had disappeared.
Draco grinned maniacally to himself as he made his way to Charms. Finally, a chance to play.
