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Ginny Weasley never quite had a steady boyfriend. She could dream about one in particular, but she knew it would never happen. It had been a sweet dream for her. Like strawberry and vanilla lip balm, a pleasant thing that no girl could get enough of. But all sweet dreams must come to an end. Sometimes at the hand of a nightmare. It had been a quiet Sunday afternoon, almost sleepy in a sense. Her solace in the library had been disrupted by a certain blonde Slytherin, claiming the chair she had taken refuge in was his. After many words had been said she finally gave up the chair. Much to her own grumbling. But it was a sunny afternoon and the lake beckoned her to sit by it. As she headed out there though, she caught a glimpse of Hermoine and Harry, with no Ron to be seen. They were sitting together by the lake, Ginny had intended to call out to them, but soon reconsidered. He kissed her. So Ginny ran, not wanting to see anymore.
Hermoine and Ginny's friendship had permanently weakened from that point on, Hermoine didn't know why and Ginny intended to keep it that way. Because if she knew. She would know why Ginny took such long late night walks, and she might figure out what happened during one of them.
It had already been an hour and Ginny had yet to finish her walk that usually only took about 20 minutes. Ginny passed a window she had never seen before, and decided to peer out it. Below was the lake, the giant squid's tentacles dragged lazily across the waters surface, creating ripples in the glassy surface. That's when she had seen him. Gliding across the surface of the lake below. The pale hair and skin couldn't be mistaken for anyone else. It was Malfoy, in one of his most vulnerable moments. Mesmerized Ginny watched his slim yet muscular body glide through the water below. It was dumb luck, for him to look up at that moment, catching a startled Ginny as she hurried away from the window and back to her common room.
He was quicker though. He dried off, put on his robes over his swimming trunks, and met her before she even got down the stairs.
"Well, Well, I've have I got here? The littlest Weasel is a spy in training. Enjoy the show?" he asked with his traditional smirk in place.
"go away Malfoy."
"Why? I'm the prefect here, not you. It's my job to ask you. So, why are you out here?"
"none of your business."
"it's my business, since I can take away house points from you. So, weasel, the golden trio discard you?" He asked sarcastically are they around the corner?"
"it's the other way around ferret boy. not that's it's any of your business,"
"Finally developed a backbone Weasley? I'm impressed. Thought you'd follow Potter till the bitter end. I never thought you would break free of the mold," said Malfoy, smirk still in place.
"Go away," she said softly, "just let me go back to my common room."
"And leave my curiosity unsatisfied? I think not."
Ginny tried to push past him, in any effort to get away. But he caught her arms, and held them to his chest. Preventing her from moving away. It that strange thought struck him, once he finally took in her appearance, for the first time in his life he enjoyed the sight of red hair. More specifically, her hair, one he got close, he saw it wasn't just plain old orange, it had gotten darker one she got older, it was more ruby now than orange, and he liked it. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries and was wearing just a hint of lip balm. She was actually pretty, and instead of just plain old brown eyes, they were a shade of dark gold. He liked it. He liked it even better when he leaned in to grace those soft sweet lips. Ginny herself was a little surprised when he had grabbed her. And was almost scared when he didn't do anything to her, just study her face. All the times he insulted her or made a fool of her nagged the back of her mind. But they took a backseat to the feelings created by their lips. Electric, passionate, heaven help her good, So she kissed back, and barely registered the fact that they had made into an unused classroom. Now she knew why the girls whispered about him in the bathroom.
It had happened many times after that, but once in a while she just crawled into his bed, he'd slip an arm around her and she'd sleep in their warmth till morning, when he would shake her awake before the rest of the Slytherins awoke. They'd never been caught yet, both of them intended to keep it that way. This was last year though, and although they'd shared a compartment on the way home, they'd hadn't done anything this year. In the back of her mind Ginny wanted that though, she didn't need any distraction now that she was in her 6th year. She needed to concentrate on her school work. Which was why she was heading up the infirmary steps now, she's had a cold for a week now, but refused take anything. Now it was unbearable though, she needed something.
Ginny stepped into the infirmary, only to see a very disturbing sight for 3 in the morning. Malfoy had his lips locked with Hermoine. And both seemed to be enjoying themselves. Ginny cleared her throat, and the couple nearly jumped through the ceiling. Needless to say they were surprised to see a nightgown clad Ginny in the infirmary.
"Do you know where Pomfrey is?" She asked meekly, "No? Then I best be going then."
For someone her size she could move quiet fast down the stairs, but yet again, Malfoy was faster, injury or not.
"Weasley, What the hell are you doing up at this hour?" He asked when he caught up with her.
"I've got a cold, Malfoy, is it a crime to try to go get medication for it?"
"No, but you shouldn't be out of bed at this hour."
"Neither should you, but I guess you have more important things to do than sleep." She said softly.
"Listen Weasel, just get back to bed, if your sick, then you need the rest."
"I never told you why I broke away from the trio did I? No? Well, she's why, Harry fell in love with her, she's in love with Harry, they've dated secretly since last year. I caught them. OK? And guess why she and Ron are fighting? He's in love with her, and doesn't know about Harry." She said, her eyes downcast. She didn't want to look at him right now. For some reason, she didn't want to even look at him right now, it didn't matter to her whether or not they were ever an item, she just didn't want to see him . . .
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Done. Sorry it took me soooooooooo long to do this. I had this written before, then my mom broke the computer, we had to go get it fixed . . . Anyways it's done now. Please Review. The rating might change in the future. Please I live off reviews.
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Ginny Weasley never quite had a steady boyfriend. She could dream about one in particular, but she knew it would never happen. It had been a sweet dream for her. Like strawberry and vanilla lip balm, a pleasant thing that no girl could get enough of. But all sweet dreams must come to an end. Sometimes at the hand of a nightmare. It had been a quiet Sunday afternoon, almost sleepy in a sense. Her solace in the library had been disrupted by a certain blonde Slytherin, claiming the chair she had taken refuge in was his. After many words had been said she finally gave up the chair. Much to her own grumbling. But it was a sunny afternoon and the lake beckoned her to sit by it. As she headed out there though, she caught a glimpse of Hermoine and Harry, with no Ron to be seen. They were sitting together by the lake, Ginny had intended to call out to them, but soon reconsidered. He kissed her. So Ginny ran, not wanting to see anymore.
Hermoine and Ginny's friendship had permanently weakened from that point on, Hermoine didn't know why and Ginny intended to keep it that way. Because if she knew. She would know why Ginny took such long late night walks, and she might figure out what happened during one of them.
It had already been an hour and Ginny had yet to finish her walk that usually only took about 20 minutes. Ginny passed a window she had never seen before, and decided to peer out it. Below was the lake, the giant squid's tentacles dragged lazily across the waters surface, creating ripples in the glassy surface. That's when she had seen him. Gliding across the surface of the lake below. The pale hair and skin couldn't be mistaken for anyone else. It was Malfoy, in one of his most vulnerable moments. Mesmerized Ginny watched his slim yet muscular body glide through the water below. It was dumb luck, for him to look up at that moment, catching a startled Ginny as she hurried away from the window and back to her common room.
He was quicker though. He dried off, put on his robes over his swimming trunks, and met her before she even got down the stairs.
"Well, Well, I've have I got here? The littlest Weasel is a spy in training. Enjoy the show?" he asked with his traditional smirk in place.
"go away Malfoy."
"Why? I'm the prefect here, not you. It's my job to ask you. So, why are you out here?"
"none of your business."
"it's my business, since I can take away house points from you. So, weasel, the golden trio discard you?" He asked sarcastically are they around the corner?"
"it's the other way around ferret boy. not that's it's any of your business,"
"Finally developed a backbone Weasley? I'm impressed. Thought you'd follow Potter till the bitter end. I never thought you would break free of the mold," said Malfoy, smirk still in place.
"Go away," she said softly, "just let me go back to my common room."
"And leave my curiosity unsatisfied? I think not."
Ginny tried to push past him, in any effort to get away. But he caught her arms, and held them to his chest. Preventing her from moving away. It that strange thought struck him, once he finally took in her appearance, for the first time in his life he enjoyed the sight of red hair. More specifically, her hair, one he got close, he saw it wasn't just plain old orange, it had gotten darker one she got older, it was more ruby now than orange, and he liked it. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries and was wearing just a hint of lip balm. She was actually pretty, and instead of just plain old brown eyes, they were a shade of dark gold. He liked it. He liked it even better when he leaned in to grace those soft sweet lips. Ginny herself was a little surprised when he had grabbed her. And was almost scared when he didn't do anything to her, just study her face. All the times he insulted her or made a fool of her nagged the back of her mind. But they took a backseat to the feelings created by their lips. Electric, passionate, heaven help her good, So she kissed back, and barely registered the fact that they had made into an unused classroom. Now she knew why the girls whispered about him in the bathroom.
It had happened many times after that, but once in a while she just crawled into his bed, he'd slip an arm around her and she'd sleep in their warmth till morning, when he would shake her awake before the rest of the Slytherins awoke. They'd never been caught yet, both of them intended to keep it that way. This was last year though, and although they'd shared a compartment on the way home, they'd hadn't done anything this year. In the back of her mind Ginny wanted that though, she didn't need any distraction now that she was in her 6th year. She needed to concentrate on her school work. Which was why she was heading up the infirmary steps now, she's had a cold for a week now, but refused take anything. Now it was unbearable though, she needed something.
Ginny stepped into the infirmary, only to see a very disturbing sight for 3 in the morning. Malfoy had his lips locked with Hermoine. And both seemed to be enjoying themselves. Ginny cleared her throat, and the couple nearly jumped through the ceiling. Needless to say they were surprised to see a nightgown clad Ginny in the infirmary.
"Do you know where Pomfrey is?" She asked meekly, "No? Then I best be going then."
For someone her size she could move quiet fast down the stairs, but yet again, Malfoy was faster, injury or not.
"Weasley, What the hell are you doing up at this hour?" He asked when he caught up with her.
"I've got a cold, Malfoy, is it a crime to try to go get medication for it?"
"No, but you shouldn't be out of bed at this hour."
"Neither should you, but I guess you have more important things to do than sleep." She said softly.
"Listen Weasel, just get back to bed, if your sick, then you need the rest."
"I never told you why I broke away from the trio did I? No? Well, she's why, Harry fell in love with her, she's in love with Harry, they've dated secretly since last year. I caught them. OK? And guess why she and Ron are fighting? He's in love with her, and doesn't know about Harry." She said, her eyes downcast. She didn't want to look at him right now. For some reason, she didn't want to even look at him right now, it didn't matter to her whether or not they were ever an item, she just didn't want to see him . . .
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Done. Sorry it took me soooooooooo long to do this. I had this written before, then my mom broke the computer, we had to go get it fixed . . . Anyways it's done now. Please Review. The rating might change in the future. Please I live off reviews.