Alternate Scene for "The Little Slytherin"
"Draco?" She touched his arm, and he looked up at her, startled. "Yes?" he said, a bit annoyed at being interrupted in his "deep" conversation with Crabbe. "Can I talk to you?" He followed her out of the Great Hall. Ginny looked around and pulled him away and up a nearby staircase. "Where are you taking me, Blaise?" he asked, confused. She didn't answer, just tugged on his sleeve to make him walk faster. They stopped in front of a door, which Draco recognized as the closet they were in when he asked her to the Winter Ball. Ginny led him into it and closed the door behind them. "Lumos," she said, and the tiny closet was filled with light. "What's this all about, Blaise?" Ginny said nothing, merely pushed him down onto a cardboard box that was on the ground behind him. The box threatened to collapse under his weight. Draco looked up at Ginny, bemused. "Do you love me?" she demanded. "What?" "Do you love me!" she repeated, her voice rising a bit. "Of course I do," Draco said. "Unconditionally?" "What are you talking about?" Draco stared at her, completely bewildered. Then understanding dawned on him, and he nodded knowingly. "Is it that time of month again, Blaise?" "Stop calling me that." "Calling you what?" Ginny sealed his mouth with her own. She reveled in the kiss, trying to memorize what it felt like. He tasted like pancakes and syrup, and pumpkin juice as well. She leaned into him, hands roving all over his face, his hair. The cardboard box groaned and sunk a bit more with the weight. Finally backing off, she looked at him. His eyes were sleepy, and he seemed to be lost for words. Finally, he spoke: "Wow." He smiled up at her from his precarious perch on the box. "What was that all about?" "Just answer this question for me, Draco." She paused. "Am I fat?" Draco sat there, stunned. Am I fat? The question echoed in his mind. If I say yes, she'll slap me and she'll hate me forever, and she'll never kiss me like that again! But if I say no, she'll slap me and tell me I'm lying! But if I don't say anything, she'll assume I don't want to hurt her feelings by saying yes, and slap me! He groaned. It's a lose-lose-lose situation, buddy. Either say something or get the hell out of here. Fast. "Um.Blaise, darling, you're absolutely beautiful," he said, trying to buy some time as he slowly inched up from his seat on the box and towards the door. Ginny stared at him, apparently waiting for him to go on. "And just ravishing! I mean, really, I don't deserve someone like you." He was almost to the door! Just a few more inches back. "And, wow, I mean really, I love that figure of yours.perfect and curvy and -" "Curvy?" Ginny shrieked. Oh, damn, Draco thought. Here we go. "I'm curvy? I can't believe you, Draco! If you're going to say I'm fat, just say it! Don't go slapping euphemisms on how I look! Goddamn, Draco! Just say it! I'm a huge, disgusting cauldron of lard!" By this time, Ginny was in tears and hysterics. Draco had his hand on the doorknob, ready to bolt. "Honey, I'm serious, you look gorgeous! It doesn't matter if you're fat, I still love you!" The second the words were out of his mouth, he knew he had screwed up again. Ginny's sobs escalated into a roar. Now, Draco thought inwardly. Now! He turned the doorknob and bolted.
"Draco?" She touched his arm, and he looked up at her, startled. "Yes?" he said, a bit annoyed at being interrupted in his "deep" conversation with Crabbe. "Can I talk to you?" He followed her out of the Great Hall. Ginny looked around and pulled him away and up a nearby staircase. "Where are you taking me, Blaise?" he asked, confused. She didn't answer, just tugged on his sleeve to make him walk faster. They stopped in front of a door, which Draco recognized as the closet they were in when he asked her to the Winter Ball. Ginny led him into it and closed the door behind them. "Lumos," she said, and the tiny closet was filled with light. "What's this all about, Blaise?" Ginny said nothing, merely pushed him down onto a cardboard box that was on the ground behind him. The box threatened to collapse under his weight. Draco looked up at Ginny, bemused. "Do you love me?" she demanded. "What?" "Do you love me!" she repeated, her voice rising a bit. "Of course I do," Draco said. "Unconditionally?" "What are you talking about?" Draco stared at her, completely bewildered. Then understanding dawned on him, and he nodded knowingly. "Is it that time of month again, Blaise?" "Stop calling me that." "Calling you what?" Ginny sealed his mouth with her own. She reveled in the kiss, trying to memorize what it felt like. He tasted like pancakes and syrup, and pumpkin juice as well. She leaned into him, hands roving all over his face, his hair. The cardboard box groaned and sunk a bit more with the weight. Finally backing off, she looked at him. His eyes were sleepy, and he seemed to be lost for words. Finally, he spoke: "Wow." He smiled up at her from his precarious perch on the box. "What was that all about?" "Just answer this question for me, Draco." She paused. "Am I fat?" Draco sat there, stunned. Am I fat? The question echoed in his mind. If I say yes, she'll slap me and she'll hate me forever, and she'll never kiss me like that again! But if I say no, she'll slap me and tell me I'm lying! But if I don't say anything, she'll assume I don't want to hurt her feelings by saying yes, and slap me! He groaned. It's a lose-lose-lose situation, buddy. Either say something or get the hell out of here. Fast. "Um.Blaise, darling, you're absolutely beautiful," he said, trying to buy some time as he slowly inched up from his seat on the box and towards the door. Ginny stared at him, apparently waiting for him to go on. "And just ravishing! I mean, really, I don't deserve someone like you." He was almost to the door! Just a few more inches back. "And, wow, I mean really, I love that figure of yours.perfect and curvy and -" "Curvy?" Ginny shrieked. Oh, damn, Draco thought. Here we go. "I'm curvy? I can't believe you, Draco! If you're going to say I'm fat, just say it! Don't go slapping euphemisms on how I look! Goddamn, Draco! Just say it! I'm a huge, disgusting cauldron of lard!" By this time, Ginny was in tears and hysterics. Draco had his hand on the doorknob, ready to bolt. "Honey, I'm serious, you look gorgeous! It doesn't matter if you're fat, I still love you!" The second the words were out of his mouth, he knew he had screwed up again. Ginny's sobs escalated into a roar. Now, Draco thought inwardly. Now! He turned the doorknob and bolted.