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A/N: This is a short chapter where Ginny confronts Draco about their encounter the night before. And for everyone who wants to know what style I'm writing in, it's called third person omniscent.
Chapter 4-
Ginny stared ahead at the front of the Potions classroom. She was in somewhat of a daze, which was unusual for her. Usually she paid very close attention. At the beginning of her 5th year, Snape had moved her up to 6th year Potions. She always paid attention, careful not to miss a word.
But today, something was on her mind. Concentrate, she told herself. But all she could think about was Draco Malfoy's lips on her own. She could even feel Draco's eyes on her as she pretended to pay attention.
As Snape dismissed the class, Ginny slowly folded up her parchment paper.
"Hey, Ginny," Hermione said cheerfully. "Are you coming with us to lunch?"
"Uh, yeah." Ginny said, sticking her notes inside her potions book. "Save me a seat." Hermione nodded and she left the room with Harry and Ron. Ginny pretended to busy herself until the room cleared out. The only people left in the room were her and Draco. As Draco walked by her desk, he turned and gave her a smile.
"Better hurry up and get to lunch before Granger starts worrying." he starrted to walk away, but Ginny stood in his way. He looked at her curiously.
"What are you doing, Weasley?" he asked.
"What happened between us last night, Malfo?" Ginny asked.
"NOthing." Draco said. "Maybe you werte a little lonely...."
"Ha!" Ginny laughed loudly. "You're the one who was trying to suck my neck." Draco smiled.
"Oh, c'mon." he said. "You know that you liked it."
"Nope, I don't like anything that has to do with you Malfoy." Ginny said.
"Aw. c'mon." Draco said. "There mustt be something you like about me."
Ginny thought for a moment. "You smell nice." she said simply.
"I smell nice? Thanks. I just got this new cologne. It's called Rave. 10 galleon-"
"What do you like about me?" Ginny interrupted impatiently.
"I...I...your hair. That's what I like about you, you're hair."
Ginny turned to leave. "Yeah, well, this was fun. Let's never do it again." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"And why is that?"
Ginny turned around. "Because, you're a Malfoy. You're all malicious, cruel, oh and you're a deatheater too."
Draco stepped up to her. "What if I told you I wasn't a deatheater."
Ginny looked up at him. "Then you'd be lying."
"Look, Ginny, I know things you'd never want to know, I've seen things you'd never want to see. So don't accuse me of anything, because you don't know me."
Draco walked past her and started to leave.
"You have a lot of secrets, don't you." Ginny said.
"You have no idea." Draco said. And then he was gone.
A/N: This is a short chapter where Ginny confronts Draco about their encounter the night before. And for everyone who wants to know what style I'm writing in, it's called third person omniscent.
Chapter 4-
Ginny stared ahead at the front of the Potions classroom. She was in somewhat of a daze, which was unusual for her. Usually she paid very close attention. At the beginning of her 5th year, Snape had moved her up to 6th year Potions. She always paid attention, careful not to miss a word.
But today, something was on her mind. Concentrate, she told herself. But all she could think about was Draco Malfoy's lips on her own. She could even feel Draco's eyes on her as she pretended to pay attention.
As Snape dismissed the class, Ginny slowly folded up her parchment paper.
"Hey, Ginny," Hermione said cheerfully. "Are you coming with us to lunch?"
"Uh, yeah." Ginny said, sticking her notes inside her potions book. "Save me a seat." Hermione nodded and she left the room with Harry and Ron. Ginny pretended to busy herself until the room cleared out. The only people left in the room were her and Draco. As Draco walked by her desk, he turned and gave her a smile.
"Better hurry up and get to lunch before Granger starts worrying." he starrted to walk away, but Ginny stood in his way. He looked at her curiously.
"What are you doing, Weasley?" he asked.
"What happened between us last night, Malfo?" Ginny asked.
"NOthing." Draco said. "Maybe you werte a little lonely...."
"Ha!" Ginny laughed loudly. "You're the one who was trying to suck my neck." Draco smiled.
"Oh, c'mon." he said. "You know that you liked it."
"Nope, I don't like anything that has to do with you Malfoy." Ginny said.
"Aw. c'mon." Draco said. "There mustt be something you like about me."
Ginny thought for a moment. "You smell nice." she said simply.
"I smell nice? Thanks. I just got this new cologne. It's called Rave. 10 galleon-"
"What do you like about me?" Ginny interrupted impatiently.
"I...I...your hair. That's what I like about you, you're hair."
Ginny turned to leave. "Yeah, well, this was fun. Let's never do it again." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"And why is that?"
Ginny turned around. "Because, you're a Malfoy. You're all malicious, cruel, oh and you're a deatheater too."
Draco stepped up to her. "What if I told you I wasn't a deatheater."
Ginny looked up at him. "Then you'd be lying."
"Look, Ginny, I know things you'd never want to know, I've seen things you'd never want to see. So don't accuse me of anything, because you don't know me."
Draco walked past her and started to leave.
"You have a lot of secrets, don't you." Ginny said.
"You have no idea." Draco said. And then he was gone.