I don't own Harry Potter. It belongs to the wonderful woman, J.K. Rowling, and I make no money from it! Now, believe it or not.. this WILL be a Draco/Ginny. To be blunt, we must remember that Ginny hate's Draco on principal.. and Draco looks down on Weasley's. To get them together... we have to.. err.. force the issue just a bit. }:
Leeko.
Stuck On You ~ Chapter 2
By Caliko
We followed Professor Snape to the infirmary with our eyes glued straight ahead. Neither of us wanted to think about being stuck together for the next thirty days, but it was impossible not to. After all, our hands WERE magically glued together! It was impossible not worry about it.
How were we supposed to get ready for bed, or the bathroom with the other looking on?
I glanced over at Ginny, but she was looking straight ahead. Her coppery curls were pulled into a loose braid that shone brightly over her black robes, with a few loose wisps that caressed her pale cheeks.
:::She's pretty cute.. when she's quiet.::: I admitted, before checking out the rest of her. :::Narrow waist, chest not too small, not too big. Kinda short, but it suited her.:::
Then, realizing what I was doing, I mentally slapped myself and hurried my step. Ginny, of course, had to match mine, cursing low under her breath. She didn't bother to hide the glare as she yanked hard on my hand to slow down. :::Definatly a firecracker.:::
I couldn't allow myself to think of her as a girl. As long as she stayed far away, I could ignore her looks, and get on with the business of making her life miserable. But, if she was within reach...
I shuddered, knowing that I couldn't trust myself. I had a weakness for red heads. It was inevitable that sometime within the next thirty days, I was going to make my move.
I knew damn well that It wouldn't look good for me to toy with her. Yes, her family was so poor it was a joke, but, she also came from wizard stock as old as mine. She was a 'good girl', and I had to act in kind. If I didn't behave myself, then I sure as hell better be seriously dating her!
:::Life sucks.::: I grimaced, wondering if it just might be worth it. :::Na. Never a Weasley. Besides, I don't really know her.::: I nodded, ignoring the strange looks she was throwing me. :::Of course.. by the end of the month, I'll know her better than anyone.:::
This time, I groaned out loud, hissing. :::Get in character, Malfoy!::: I ordered myself. :::You're the bad boy, remember?:::
"Draco? Are you alright?" Ginny asked, edging as far away as our joined hands would allow.
"Of course I am! Mind your own business, Girl!" I forced my best haughty look onto my face, refusing to even hint at what I had been thinking.
:::Besides, Father would hit the roof if I came home with her!::: This time, I kept my lips sealed tight, and my head perfectly still.
"Fine, Mr. High and Mighty! See if I'm ever worried about you again!"
Finally, Snape stopped at the infirmary. Opening the door, he led us to the very back, to a passage I had never noticed before. On the end of the corridor, there was a large room with a dining set and a bed. Another door led to a closet, and there was a large mirror on the wall.
"This is where you will be staying for the next month. Because of the enmity of your houses, you will eat here in the infirmary. You will visit your teachers every Monday, getting that weeks studies, which will also be completed here. Other than that, you are free to help out in the infirmary, or walk the grounds for exercise. Also, Madame Pomfrey is in the room next door, so don't think you can do anything forbidden without being caught!"
He was out the door like a shot, grumbling about irresponsible hexing and teens shacking up under their elders noses. Choking, I looked at Ginny, wondering if she heard. From the blush across her cheeks, She had.
Returning my gaze, she shook her head, an amused glint in her eyes.
"Imagine that.. us, shacking up!" She mocked, knowing that it was the last thing we would ever do.
"Don't even think it!" I mock-howled, shuddering for effect. Then, I sat on the bed, and flopped down onto my back, smirking when my momentum pulled her down next to me. "I'm already bored." I groaned, staring at the ceiling.
"Read a book." Ginny advised, wiggling her backpack off of her shoulder. "I plan on it."
Looking sideways at her, I realized what day it is. "No. I have a better idea. C'mon!"
"Huh?" She got up, and hung back, digging her toes into the brick floor for leverage. "You know, (huff) you can't just (puff) drag me all (hiss) over the castle (yank) every time (groan) you wanna go somewhere. You're supposed to ask me, first!"
"Why?" Alright, I knew the answer to that, but it wasn't as if she had any real plans! "Oh, fine! Do you want to go to the annual first night poker game in Slytherin's common room?"
"Hmmm... let's see." She gave me this really strange smile. "Do I want to go hang around a bunch of slimy, evil, death eater wannabe's and play cards? Nope."
Ginny took advantage of my stillness to yank one more time, and managed to get far enough back into the room to grab the heavy table edge.
Incensed, I realized that she was humoring me. She had no intention of going anywhere I wanted to go! This really did mean war.
I pulled my wand out of my back pocket, watching as her eyes narrowed in distrust. Then, giving her my most evil smile, I 'swished and flicked' my wand, concentrating heavily on ropes. Sure enough, just as they did in my father's private tutoring session, dark green ropes practically swam from the tip to surround her tiny body.
"Draco Malfoy! Let me go! I swear, I'll get even!" She ranted, just before I stuffed my school tie into her mouth.
"Give it your best shot, Weasel!" Laughing, I bent over and pushed so that she fell over my shoulder. Balancing the slight weight difference, I was out of the room and down the blessedly deserted hallway. Ginny, of course, fought me all the way.
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I headed directly downstairs to the dungeons, stopping only when I reached the door to my common room. "Ouroboros*" I muttered, then walked through as the door opened.
Ignoring the surprised, and in some cases, disapproving looks I was getting, I sat down to where the game was getting set up.
"Deal me in, boys." I rolled my shoulder, forcing Ginny to roll off onto the couch next to me.
"Mphe ee oo!" She growled, her chocolate eyes sparkling in anger. Her robe gaped open at the neck, showing off the pale swell of her breasts.
Noticing the avid looks Crabbe and Goyle were shooting her way, I frowned, then loosened her ropes. "If she makes a move for her wand, sit on her." I told Pansy, reaching for my cards.
"Why me?" She looked down at the lone Gryffindor with an angry mew, distaste hovering over her face.
"Because Crabbe would cop a feel. Now shut up and play."
By this time, Ginny had finished wiggling out of the ropes, and had pulled the tie out of her mouth. Fuming, she sat down, and did her best to ignore the game.
Unfortunately, she was curious. It would have been fine if she kept her mouth shut, but a Weasley with an opinion, I learned, never shut up!
"I wouldn't get rid of that card." She hummed later on, looking over my hand.
"Quiet!" I hissed, looking around to see if anyone heard her. "You're not me, and you're not playing!"
"Fine! But, it's a mistake!"
I shook my head, laying down the five of diamonds. Odds were high that I could draw a straight flush.. Frowning, I reached for the card that Blaise dealt, then threw my entire hand away. "I'm out." I mumbled, hating to admit that the red-head was right.
"What are you laughing at, Weasley?" Pansy asked,
"Idiots that can't be satisfied with what they have." She grinned, enjoying my discomfort. "That's the problem with you Slytherins.. you just have to push too far."
"Watch it, Weasley! You're in our house right now!" Pansy warned, her hands gripping the edge of the table.
"OOohhh!! I'm scared!" She replied, batting her lashes. "You won't do anything to bring attention to this game. It's traditional, Draco said?"
I lay my head down over my arm, groaning. I should have known she'd find a way to ruin tonight.
"Ginny, be quiet!" I hissed, getting her attention. "Pansy, lay off! She's trying to ruin the game!"
"Well, it worked!" She reached for Ginny's hair, in an attempt to pull the girl into a fight.
Ginny was only too happy to duke it out, and she grabbed Pansy's hand and twisted her fingers back before they could lock onto her hair. Pansy howled, then grabbed for the red locks with her other hand, and I was forced to bat them away. Frustrated, I cursed some more, refusing to be put in the middle.
I pulled Ginny out from behind the couch in the other direction, and headed for the door.
Of course, the little fool still didn't understand that it was for her own good. She kicked the back of my knee, knocking my leg out from under me. As I fell to the ground, I barely had enough time to push her under me as Pansy fell on top.
"Crabbe! Goyle! Get her off!" I yelled, ducking my face under my arm.
I could feel them lifting the girl off, then I sprang up and once again headed for the door. "Let me at her!" Ginny screeched, lurching after the three struggling housemates. "I'm not afraid of her!"
"Blast it, Weasley! I never said you were! But I refuse to get bashed in the head because you're an ornery brat!"
With a mighty heave, I rushed for the door, only making it through the opened portal because she was unprepared. My housemates gathered around the door, smirking.
"See you next month, Malfoy. When you lose the growth." Blaise chortled, then slammed the door behind us. I tensed my shoulders, hearing the laughter echo against the stone walls in a never-ending spiral of mockery.
I was left staring at the said growth, my face locked in anger.
"Thanks, Weasley! You managed, in one day, to break my nose and get me thrown out of my own house!"
She met my gaze with her own, chocolate eyes unfazed and slightly amused.
"Don't mention it, Malfoy. It was my pleasure."
She got up and dusted off her robe, saying a quick repair spell as she noticed a few rents in the worn fabric. Then, looking expectantly down at me, she propped her fist on her hip and tapped her toes.
"Are you going to sit down there all night, or are we going to actually find something FUN to do?"
:::She lost her mind. After all of this, she thought that I wanted to be seen anywhere with her?:::
"Not bloody likely!" I hissed. "Your idea of fun would be to hang me on a wall and throw darts at my crotch!"
"Not quite." She smiled a tight smile, then reached down for my hand to pull me up. "C'mon. You'll see." She said, leading me docily down the hall.
:::What the hell.. it can't be worse than Pansy sitting on me.:::
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TBC
Now.. what can sweet, innocent Ginny be up to? G Guess y'all have to wait till next chappy to find out... lol......
~Caliko~
*In all mythological language the snake is also an emblem of immortality. Its endless representation with its tail in its mouth (Ouroboros), and the constant renewal of its skin and vigor, enliven the symbols of continued youth and eternity. (http://www.thelema.net/ramsey/naga.html)
