Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long. (Although other stories have taken even longer) but here is the third installment of Draco and Ginny clichés.

Draco: Lisa.

Mikayla: No.

Draco: Tina.

Mikayla: No.

Draco: Susan, Tammy, Elizabeth, Alyssa, Dianne, Emily.

Mikayla: No, no, no, no, no and no.

Draco: *frustrated* Tell me!

Mikayla: No.

Ginny: You guys…they're here.

Mikayla: *looks at Ginny* When did you come back?

Ginny: Somewhere between Susan and Dianne.

Mikayla: So, wanna get started?

Draco: Of course we'd love to do stupid clichés and watch your pathetic attempts at turning all the clichés into some kind of story.

Mikayla: Never knew you cared so much.

Draco: *sigh*

Ginny: Anyway…which one are we on now?

Mikayla: Mmm…#9

Draco: No! That one sucks, don't make me do it!

Mikayla: On the stage…now!

Ginny: Cliché #9, Brains Can Take You Anywhere

Mikayla: Other wise known as I'm Smart Enough to Advance to The Next Grade But Only For Potions.

Cliché #9

            After she recovered from her injuries, Ginny walked back to her dorm. There, lying on her pillow was an official Hogwarts letter. Cautiously, she turned the envelope over and broke the Hogwarts wax seal.

            "Due to your impressionable improvement in your Potions marks, you are able to advance to the next level of Potions. Please report to class for 7th year Gryffindor/Slytherin Potions class tomorrow morning."

            Well, that's nice. At least something good came from studying with Draco. But this just means she has to spend even more time with him. Ginny groaned.

            The next morning, Ginny arrived to Potions class cautiously. She stepped into the classroom just as Snape did. Ron gave her a curious glance but didn't say anything in fear of losing points for Gryffindor. Draco just smirked at her. She scanned the room for an empty seat which just so happens to be the one next to Draco. Will wonders never cease?

            Ginny grudgingly took a seat next to Draco, knowing she was in for many gloating comments from him.

            "You do realize that you are now indebted to me for helping you to skip a level," Draco whispered to her.

            Great. This was turning out to be a great day.

Ginny: I was never that good with potions, excellent tutor or not.

Draco: Thanks; I know I'm an excellent tutor.

Mikayla: Oh, go deflate your big head.

Draco: You know what? You're starting to annoy me.

Mikayla: You finally understand what I've been trying to do all along! Took you long enough.

Draco: It's not my fault that you're not good at annoying people.

Mikayla: Of course not, I know no one can be as annoying as you can be.

Ginny: Shut up, the both of you. Can't we get through one installment without you two arguing?

Draco: If she gives me back my package.

Mikayla: If he shuts up.

Ginny: Yeesh…moving on. Our next cliché is #10, The Ex-Crush

Draco: Or Haha! Harry Potter's too late.

Ginny: Draco…

Cliché #10

            After Potions that day, Ginny slowly walked out of class, her eyes unwillingly following the light blond head a few feet in front of her. She stopped when she felt someone tap her shoulder.

            "Hey Ginny. Can I talk to you?"

            Ginny turned around to find Harry Potter standing behind her. Realizing for the first time that he didn't bring an extra flutter to her heart, or quicken her pulse, she silently cheered. Until she remembered who now made her do those things.

            "Sure. What is it?"

            Harry flushed, and looked down nervously, "Umm…I was just wondering if you'd…like to go out with me to Hogsmeade this weekend." He looked up at her hopefully.

            This was the moment she had waited for since…forever. But now…it was just too late.

            "I'm sorry, Harry. A long time ago, heck, even two months ago, I would have said yes. But now…there's somebody else, you know? I just…can't," Ginny said, apologetically.

            Harry's face fell in disappointment. "I…I understand." And he walked away.

            Ginny sighed and walked after him.

            Draco sighed in relief, after eavesdropping on them. This meant something…right?

Ginny: Poor Harry.

Draco: Since when did you care?

Ginny: I always did.

Draco: Well, if you care so much, why didn't you say yes?

Ginny: Oh, don't be a stupid, jealous prat.

Draco: I am not jealous…or stupid.

Mikayla: So what you're saying is, you're a prat.

Draco: No! Oh, shut up, who asked you anyway?

Mikayla: No one. I just like hearing myself talk.

Draco: Figures.

Mikayla: Hey! What is that supposed to mean?

Draco: What do you think?

Ginny: For a moment there, I almost thought you two wouldn't have an argument.

Mikayla: Hmph. Well, cliché 11. Stupid Closet Doors.

Ginny: Or as we usually say, Oh, What The Hell? Might As Well While We're Stuck Here, It At Least Passes The Time, Right?

Cliché 12

            That very night, Ginny couldn't sleep. And as the times before when she couldn't sleep, she took a walk through the halls of Hogwarts. She was nearing the trophy room when suddenly; someone pulled her into a hidden closet. In her panic, she scrambled to grab onto something. She held onto the door, which wasn't the brightest of her ideas. The door closed and with a click, it locked behind her.

            The person who pulled her in gave a long-suffering sigh. "Now why did you have to go and do that for? We're going to be locked in here til morning when Filch comes in to clean."

            The male voice was familiar. "Draco?"

            Draco chuckled (AN: Chuckled? I have really got to find a thesaurus.). "Who else?"

            "Never, ever scare me like that!"

            "Sorry."

            Ginny could feel the heat coming from Draco's hand, which was still on her arm. "Do you have your wand?"

            "If I did, we would be out of here by now."

            "Oh…Why'd you pull me in here anyway?"

            "Impulse?"

            Silence greeted his answer. Ginny started to move away but tripped over something, probably a bucket. "Oof!"

            "Ginny? You ok?"

            "No. My knee hurts and I think I scraped my elbow."

            "Where are you?"

            "In a closet with you."

            "Come on, stop with the smart remarks."

            Ginny sniffed. "Yeah, like I can tell in the dark. I can't even see my hand in front of my face."

            "Alright, stay where you are. I'm going to go wherever you are. Just…keep talking."

            Draco started inching his way towards Ginny, bumping into a couple of things on his way. He must have bumped into a broom of some sort. It fell and hit Ginny.

            "Ow! Watch where you're going!"

            "It's quite a feat since I can't even see myself." Draco was now, mere inches away from Ginny.

            "This is all your fault. You and your stupid impulses. When did you ever do anything on impulse anyway? I'm cold and it's dark and…impulses! Draco…"

            Ginny was cut off when Draco kissed her. Well, it was dark, so his aim wasn't all that great so it kind of landed on her forehead instead. But by then, Draco's hand cupped her cheek and his thumb found her lips, which helped his aim, a whole lot.

            "So," Draco started, after coming up for air, "What do you think of my impulses now?"

            In answer, Ginny slid her arms around his neck and by a hit and miss process, kissed him instead.

Mikayla: I liked that one.

Ginny: Besides the times I got hurt, it wasn't all that bad.

Mikayla: *nods in agreement* It was cute!

Draco: *hits Mikayla on the head with a foam hammer*

Mikayla: Hey! What was that for?

Draco: *grins* Impulse.

Mikayla: You forget, I'm a fanfiction writer, I have your package and I can make you do things even if you don't want to.

Ginny: Oh, bother, I'm not staying around for this. *leaves*

Draco: Ginny! Don't leave me here with her!

Mikayla: You should have thought about this before you hit me with that hammer.

Draco: Oh, geez, it was foam!

Mikayla: Too bad.

OTS #2

            One fine, sunny day, Draco was happily sitting outside, enjoying the weather. All of a sudden, Draco's worse nightmare appears.

            "Draco!" Pansy exclaims.

            But it doesn't end there. Suddenly, multitudes of Pansies arrive from nowhere. Need I say more?

Draco: *whimpers*

Mikayla: Never ever hit a girl, even if it won't hurt her.

Ginny: *walks in, glances at the screen and then at Draco* You should have learned by now to leave everything as is. *drags Draco away*

Mikayla: Well…I think I should go make it up to Draco or else he's going to end up in an asylum and it'll be my fault. I have oodles of clichés now but if you have any you'd like to suggest, please leave them in a review! Thanks!

Author's Notes: Here's the third installment of Draco and Ginny, Lives of Walking clichés. Sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoyed it!