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Chapter 5- You What??
Draco woke up groggily, noticing something different about his surroundings than usual. Where am I? He thought as he looked at the sun shining through the windows. Our dungeons don't have windows. He then looked up, and noticed the red colored hangings. Realization dawned on him. Gryffindors... but what am I doing here? Draco tried to lift his head, but it felt as though a ton of bricks was holding it down. He groaned, remembering the Round drink he had ordered for the first time.
Crap! Thought Draco. When I'm on that stuff I act weird... I better not have said anything to Virginia.
Even though Draco called Virginia Ginny to her face, he loved the sound Virginia made. Virginia, Virginia, Virginia... speaking of which...
The door opened, and Ginny poked her head in. "Feeling better?" She asked sympathetically.
"I was fine in the first place," Draco snapped. He wasn't in the mood for niceties.
"I take that as a no," Ginny said lightly. "Well, take this potion, it'll make the headache go away."
He took the goblet and asked, "What time is it?"
"9."
"What happened last night?"
Ginny hesitated, then explained. "You got a little, er, crazy off that drink of yours, and as I didn't know the password to the Slytherin Common Room, I brought you back here. I told everyone I was feeling sick at breakfast, so I don't have to go to classes. Neither do you, obviously. Though I doubt you could if you wanted to," she added.
Draco sat in silence for a moment. "What did I say- or do, for that matter- last night?"
"You don't remember?" Ginny asked, surprised. She suddenly looked... embarrassed. "Nothing much."
"Liar," Draco accused.
Ginny shrugged. "Knowing you, you'd start insulting me and saying it wasn't true." Draco was now alarmed. Ginny sighed. "Don't worry- it wasn't bad. Let's move on to other topics, shall we?"
As they talked, the potion took effect, and Draco started feeling a lot more amiable. "Hey, Gin-
you say you know everything that goes on around here?"
"Just about- at least, all of the petty things."
"Name a couple of the most embarrassing."
"What so you can use it as blackmail?" Ginny teased.
"Who, me?" Draco grinned maliciously.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "How about I stick to people in your house?" When Draco nodded, Ginny started rattling numbers off her fingers. "Top 5... Blaise Zabini got pregnant from a Hufflepuff... but she used a curse to kill it in her stomach." Draco started, and Ginny nodded remorsefully. "I know, terrible. She was given a warning from the ministry- next move she makes, she's in Azkaban like that." She snapped her fingers. Ginny grinned suddenly. "You know that one blockhead in your house who's incredibly ugly, ugh, I can't think of his name-"
"Ginny, practically everyone in my house fits that description."
"Duh. You know what I mean. Oh yeah, Rockford! He used a spell to make himself more attractive to women, but it backfired and did the opposite..."
Draco snorted. "It seems everyone's worst moments in my house have to do with one thing and
one thing only."
Ginny giggled. "Definitely. In fact, Pansy Parkinson used a spell to make herself- well, we'll just say, 'more plentiful.'"
Draco's eyes widened. "So that's why they had gotten so much bigger from the first time I slept... with..." he cut himself off slowly as he realized what he was saying.
"You what?"
"Nothing, nothing," Draco covered up his mistake with an all-knowing smile. "What were you saying?"
"You. What." Ginny repeated in a low, deadly voice. Draco sighed.
"I slept with her twice, alright?"
"Eugh." An undefinable sound came out of her mouth. Ginny got up and started pacing. "You did this why?"
Draco just sat there uncomfortably; he had known this subject would be a touchy one with her.
"Tell me just one thing- how many girls have you slept with before?"
Draco mumbled something. "What was that? Didn't hear it."
He sighed. "I said 15, alright?"
Ginny stared. "15? How the hell do you sleep with 15 girls? And some of them more than once?"
"Most were business for my father, like Pansy. You actually think I would sleep with her out of my own will?" Draco defended himself.
"Most? Pray tell, who were the others?"
"Blaise, a couple Ravenclaws, a Hufflepuff... Can we move onto a different subject now?" Draco didn't know why, but he felt... guilty talking about this with Ginny, like it was something terrible. Which, to her it probably was, but with what his father had made him do for his business, it didn't seem bad. Now he 100% regretted ever having Lucius Malfoy as his father.
"No, we cannot drop it! Tell me, are you planning on sleeping with anyone else while we're
together?" Ginny asked nastily.
"No!" Draco threw up his hands exasperatedly. "And you're acting like an immature baby, just drop it! I really didn't have a choice; it's not that big of a deal!"
Ginny blanched. "Oh, I'm an immature baby, am I? While why don't you go find a mature adult to suck face with, go on."
Draco stared at her, wanting to laugh. Was she serious? If she was, he had had enough. "Fine!" he said, standing up. "I'm sick of this- I'm out of here!"
"Good!" Ginny shouted, livid. She, an immature baby- like hell she was. At least she respected herself, unlike the bastard standing in front of her. The room was silent for a moment, and Draco stood undecided. "GET OUT!" Ginny shouted. "NOW!" Draco finally brushed past her, and the second the door slammed behind him, Ginny threw herself onto the bed. She really was sick now.
Ginny went to her classes later that day saying she felt better just so that she wouldn't have to face Ron's interrogation. She kept thinking about what Draco had said. She couldn't understand how someone would do that... once, twice, three times maybe, but over 15? She shivered. I wouldn't be able to do it unless it was someone I loved... like Draco.
Draco and Ginny avoided each other for the next couple of days. One night at dinner, however, Ginny noticed Draco sidle up to a Slytherin girl. He would send contemptuous glances over her way every other second, letting Ginny turn red with anger as the girl scooted practically onto his lap.
"Ginny?" Harry waved his hand into her face. "Anybody home."
Ginny looked up. "Yeah, sorry."
Harry smiled and said. "You're missing something amusing."
"Like what?"
"A guy staring at you with his mouth open." Ginny's heard quickened. Did he notice? "Look over at the Hufflepuff table," he continued. "David Holmbeck is practically drooling."
She looked, and sure enough, David had collected a small pile of saliva on the table. Ginny glanced at the Slytherin table once more, and noticed that Draco was making sure she was watching his tete-a-tete with the girl. She gave him a sly smile, and slowly stood up. Two could play this game. She felt Draco's eyes on her back all the way to the Hufflepuff table.
"Hey," she said huskily as she sat down in front of David. "Mind if I try that?" She pointed to the
French Toast Sticks on his plate.
It took David a moment to collect his voice. "Sure," he said, sounding as though he were talking to a God. He picked one up and held it out to her, and Ginny opened her mouth. David's eyes widened and he smiled slightly as he fed her the food.
"Thank you." Ginny gave him a warm smile before getting up and walking away.
"Wait-" David ran to catch up to her.
"Yes?" Ginny asked expectantly.
"Would- would you like to study with me in the library sometime?" Ginny smiled to herself. Score.
She bent her head in towards him. "I'd love to," she whispered.
"Great!" He exclaimed, and grabbed her hand. Then he noticed what he had done and pulled it away. "I mean- cool. I'll see you around then."
"Bye," Ginny said before going back to her table. The best part of the whole thing was feeling Draco's intensified glare on her back.
On her way to Transfiguration, Ginny was pulled into a nearby classroom. "What the-"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ginny turned to see Draco's frothy eyes glaring full
force at her.
"What the hell do you mean?" She asked innocently.
"You know- with that- that- Hufflepuff kid."
"I honestly don't know what you mean, we were just talking-"
"Bloody hell you were just talking. He was- obsessing over you and you led him on!"
"Oh, I led him on?" Ginny gave a short laugh. "What was with you and that other Slytherin, Celeste or whatever- she was practically eating out of your hand!"
"Al least I can get someone to eat out of mine, while you eat our of theirs."
"Oh, so you were watching?" Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"Yes- I mean no- stop it, alright! The point is, since when do you go off flirting and leading other guys on?"
"Since I've been accused of being a baby!"
"So you're doing this just to spite me? That really proves you're mature, Gin."
"Of course not, you prat! You think it's o.k. to let that Slytherin slut flawn over you, well I'm sure as hell not going to sit around and watch!" With that, she turned and stalked away.
A week before the term ended, there was a Hogsmeade trip scheduled. Ginny woke up a little late that morning, but hurried to get ready when she realized what day it was. As she was leaving the common room, she heard a commotion in one of the dorms.
"No way Hermione, no way am I going to wear this- this- muggle thingy to Hogsmeade!"
"Don't think you're getting out of it now, we had a deal."
"But 'Mione!"
"No, Ron, now stop complaining and let's go!"
Ginny entered the room at this time, and the sight she saw made her stop short.
Ron was wearing a fancy muggle gown, one that Hermione's mother had sent to her. The top was a spaghetti strap, with a little lift in the chest area making Ron look as though he had grown in an area he shouldn't have. The red silk made ruffles and flared out to the knees, where Ron's gangly legs stuck out. His face was bright red, clashing completely with his outfit.
Ginny burst out laughing. "Ron!" she gasped. "What- kind of dress- is- that!?"
Ron glared at her.
"Has Harry seen this yet?"
"No, darn good thing he hasn't either."
"Ooh, speak of the devil," Ginny grinned as she heard Harry's voice call up to them.
"You guys, what's taking so long?" Harry froze and blinked as he saw Ron. Ron's ears turned bright red to match his face. "Ron?" Harry looked on disbelievingly. "There must be something wrong with my glasses, because I swear I'm seeing you in a- a-"
"Oh, stuff it," Ron grumbled.
Ginny was still snorting with laughter. "I can't wait to see everyone else's reactions... wonder what Malfoy would say!"
Ginny immediately slapped herself, but the others didn't seem to notice anything. At least she hadn't called him Draco...
"Yeah, if he's back to himself, he'll probably think up a thousand things to call you," Harry grinned at Ron.
Ron glared again. "Let's just get this over with, shall we? Now remember, Hermione, I only have to sit in the Three Broomsticks for an hour until we can leave."
"I know. I think even that's too much of a punishment for you, but hey! Even the Head Girl's gotta have entertainment occasionally." With that, the four of them headed to Hogsmeade.
"Quickly," Ron mumbled, speeding ahead of the others. "I feel like I'm on a showcase here." It was true- everyone in the street stopped to point and laugh at him. Immediately the other three slowed down to snail's pace. "Not funny, guys."
They entered the Three Broomsticks, much to Ron's relief, and quickly sat down. Madam Rosemerta came over to take their orders. "Lovely outfit Ron, I remember I used to have a dress like that."
"It was a bet!" Ron bursted out. Madam Rosmerta laughed.
"I know dear, just teasing. What can I get you?"
As she left to get their drinks, the bell on the door tinkled. They looked over to see Draco enter with Pansy. Ginny quickly became very interested in finding something in he bag. On their way to a table, they paused for a moment.
"Nice accessorising, Weasley. You blend perfectly in it."
"Stuff it, ferret," Ron seethed. "Get the hell to your own booth."
Draco smirked. "If you insist. That wasn't a terrible insult though, you know. The two females at this table-" he glanced pointedly at Ginny- "would look like shit in that dress compared to what you do." And with that he walked away, with Pansy sneering off his arm.
Ginny felt tears in her eyes but tried to hide them as Madam Rosmerta came back with their drinks.
"Ginny, dear," she said, glancing in the direction of Draco. "What did happen with you and-"
Ginny was off her chair in a moment, pulling Madam Rosmerta away. "Please, please, please don't mention that to anyone!" she pleaded. "I- I would never live it up."
Madam Rosmerta looked doubtful. "O.k. dear, if you insist. I'm sorry not to see you with him, though. You did a lot more for him than that pig-" she scrunched up her nose and pointed to Pansy- "will ever do for him."
Ginny forced her a smile and a thanks, and went back to sit down amongst stares.
"What was that all about, Gin?" Ron asked.
"It's a surprise," Ginny fibbed. They looked at her queerly.
"Um, o.k..." Harry said.
Ginny took a sip of her butterbeer, feeling sick. "Yeah. You guys, I have to finish my shopping, so I'll be right back. See you in a bit." She got up quickly, and noticed a movement behind her. She looked to see Draco standing up also, and quickly averted her eyes. I have to get out of here, she thought desperately. Gosh, the sight of him made her want to throw herself on him. Get over it. He just wants something you'll never give him...
Just in case he decided to follow her, she decided to take the passage through Honeyduke's.
Draco exited the shop quickly, and just caught sight of Ginny slipping into Honeyduke's, clearly about to use the passage. Something rang a bell in the back of Draco's mind, and he took out the map. He quickly ducked into a passage in case Pansy ran out after him, which she most likely did. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he whispered, tapping it- and what he saw made him gasp.
The words Messers. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were written in the lower left hand corner.
What if Wormtail told? Draco thought desperately. He rapidly scanned the map, and his worst fears were confirmed. He started to run.
Ginny!
Ginny sped up along the path, pulling her cloak around her. She suddenly had the shivers. She thought about the map. "Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," she though aloud. A name rang a bell, and she stopped suddenly.
I think it was Wormtail...
Draco's voice entered her head. Oh no- she had to get out-
"Glad to see you know me," a voice came from behind her, and she just caught sight of a pair of watery eyes and a silver hand before her world went black.
I never do cliffys... but I guess I will today! He he, hope you liked it! Next post should be up very soon.
Chapter 5- You What??
Draco woke up groggily, noticing something different about his surroundings than usual. Where am I? He thought as he looked at the sun shining through the windows. Our dungeons don't have windows. He then looked up, and noticed the red colored hangings. Realization dawned on him. Gryffindors... but what am I doing here? Draco tried to lift his head, but it felt as though a ton of bricks was holding it down. He groaned, remembering the Round drink he had ordered for the first time.
Crap! Thought Draco. When I'm on that stuff I act weird... I better not have said anything to Virginia.
Even though Draco called Virginia Ginny to her face, he loved the sound Virginia made. Virginia, Virginia, Virginia... speaking of which...
The door opened, and Ginny poked her head in. "Feeling better?" She asked sympathetically.
"I was fine in the first place," Draco snapped. He wasn't in the mood for niceties.
"I take that as a no," Ginny said lightly. "Well, take this potion, it'll make the headache go away."
He took the goblet and asked, "What time is it?"
"9."
"What happened last night?"
Ginny hesitated, then explained. "You got a little, er, crazy off that drink of yours, and as I didn't know the password to the Slytherin Common Room, I brought you back here. I told everyone I was feeling sick at breakfast, so I don't have to go to classes. Neither do you, obviously. Though I doubt you could if you wanted to," she added.
Draco sat in silence for a moment. "What did I say- or do, for that matter- last night?"
"You don't remember?" Ginny asked, surprised. She suddenly looked... embarrassed. "Nothing much."
"Liar," Draco accused.
Ginny shrugged. "Knowing you, you'd start insulting me and saying it wasn't true." Draco was now alarmed. Ginny sighed. "Don't worry- it wasn't bad. Let's move on to other topics, shall we?"
As they talked, the potion took effect, and Draco started feeling a lot more amiable. "Hey, Gin-
you say you know everything that goes on around here?"
"Just about- at least, all of the petty things."
"Name a couple of the most embarrassing."
"What so you can use it as blackmail?" Ginny teased.
"Who, me?" Draco grinned maliciously.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "How about I stick to people in your house?" When Draco nodded, Ginny started rattling numbers off her fingers. "Top 5... Blaise Zabini got pregnant from a Hufflepuff... but she used a curse to kill it in her stomach." Draco started, and Ginny nodded remorsefully. "I know, terrible. She was given a warning from the ministry- next move she makes, she's in Azkaban like that." She snapped her fingers. Ginny grinned suddenly. "You know that one blockhead in your house who's incredibly ugly, ugh, I can't think of his name-"
"Ginny, practically everyone in my house fits that description."
"Duh. You know what I mean. Oh yeah, Rockford! He used a spell to make himself more attractive to women, but it backfired and did the opposite..."
Draco snorted. "It seems everyone's worst moments in my house have to do with one thing and
one thing only."
Ginny giggled. "Definitely. In fact, Pansy Parkinson used a spell to make herself- well, we'll just say, 'more plentiful.'"
Draco's eyes widened. "So that's why they had gotten so much bigger from the first time I slept... with..." he cut himself off slowly as he realized what he was saying.
"You what?"
"Nothing, nothing," Draco covered up his mistake with an all-knowing smile. "What were you saying?"
"You. What." Ginny repeated in a low, deadly voice. Draco sighed.
"I slept with her twice, alright?"
"Eugh." An undefinable sound came out of her mouth. Ginny got up and started pacing. "You did this why?"
Draco just sat there uncomfortably; he had known this subject would be a touchy one with her.
"Tell me just one thing- how many girls have you slept with before?"
Draco mumbled something. "What was that? Didn't hear it."
He sighed. "I said 15, alright?"
Ginny stared. "15? How the hell do you sleep with 15 girls? And some of them more than once?"
"Most were business for my father, like Pansy. You actually think I would sleep with her out of my own will?" Draco defended himself.
"Most? Pray tell, who were the others?"
"Blaise, a couple Ravenclaws, a Hufflepuff... Can we move onto a different subject now?" Draco didn't know why, but he felt... guilty talking about this with Ginny, like it was something terrible. Which, to her it probably was, but with what his father had made him do for his business, it didn't seem bad. Now he 100% regretted ever having Lucius Malfoy as his father.
"No, we cannot drop it! Tell me, are you planning on sleeping with anyone else while we're
together?" Ginny asked nastily.
"No!" Draco threw up his hands exasperatedly. "And you're acting like an immature baby, just drop it! I really didn't have a choice; it's not that big of a deal!"
Ginny blanched. "Oh, I'm an immature baby, am I? While why don't you go find a mature adult to suck face with, go on."
Draco stared at her, wanting to laugh. Was she serious? If she was, he had had enough. "Fine!" he said, standing up. "I'm sick of this- I'm out of here!"
"Good!" Ginny shouted, livid. She, an immature baby- like hell she was. At least she respected herself, unlike the bastard standing in front of her. The room was silent for a moment, and Draco stood undecided. "GET OUT!" Ginny shouted. "NOW!" Draco finally brushed past her, and the second the door slammed behind him, Ginny threw herself onto the bed. She really was sick now.
Ginny went to her classes later that day saying she felt better just so that she wouldn't have to face Ron's interrogation. She kept thinking about what Draco had said. She couldn't understand how someone would do that... once, twice, three times maybe, but over 15? She shivered. I wouldn't be able to do it unless it was someone I loved... like Draco.
Draco and Ginny avoided each other for the next couple of days. One night at dinner, however, Ginny noticed Draco sidle up to a Slytherin girl. He would send contemptuous glances over her way every other second, letting Ginny turn red with anger as the girl scooted practically onto his lap.
"Ginny?" Harry waved his hand into her face. "Anybody home."
Ginny looked up. "Yeah, sorry."
Harry smiled and said. "You're missing something amusing."
"Like what?"
"A guy staring at you with his mouth open." Ginny's heard quickened. Did he notice? "Look over at the Hufflepuff table," he continued. "David Holmbeck is practically drooling."
She looked, and sure enough, David had collected a small pile of saliva on the table. Ginny glanced at the Slytherin table once more, and noticed that Draco was making sure she was watching his tete-a-tete with the girl. She gave him a sly smile, and slowly stood up. Two could play this game. She felt Draco's eyes on her back all the way to the Hufflepuff table.
"Hey," she said huskily as she sat down in front of David. "Mind if I try that?" She pointed to the
French Toast Sticks on his plate.
It took David a moment to collect his voice. "Sure," he said, sounding as though he were talking to a God. He picked one up and held it out to her, and Ginny opened her mouth. David's eyes widened and he smiled slightly as he fed her the food.
"Thank you." Ginny gave him a warm smile before getting up and walking away.
"Wait-" David ran to catch up to her.
"Yes?" Ginny asked expectantly.
"Would- would you like to study with me in the library sometime?" Ginny smiled to herself. Score.
She bent her head in towards him. "I'd love to," she whispered.
"Great!" He exclaimed, and grabbed her hand. Then he noticed what he had done and pulled it away. "I mean- cool. I'll see you around then."
"Bye," Ginny said before going back to her table. The best part of the whole thing was feeling Draco's intensified glare on her back.
On her way to Transfiguration, Ginny was pulled into a nearby classroom. "What the-"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ginny turned to see Draco's frothy eyes glaring full
force at her.
"What the hell do you mean?" She asked innocently.
"You know- with that- that- Hufflepuff kid."
"I honestly don't know what you mean, we were just talking-"
"Bloody hell you were just talking. He was- obsessing over you and you led him on!"
"Oh, I led him on?" Ginny gave a short laugh. "What was with you and that other Slytherin, Celeste or whatever- she was practically eating out of your hand!"
"Al least I can get someone to eat out of mine, while you eat our of theirs."
"Oh, so you were watching?" Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"Yes- I mean no- stop it, alright! The point is, since when do you go off flirting and leading other guys on?"
"Since I've been accused of being a baby!"
"So you're doing this just to spite me? That really proves you're mature, Gin."
"Of course not, you prat! You think it's o.k. to let that Slytherin slut flawn over you, well I'm sure as hell not going to sit around and watch!" With that, she turned and stalked away.
A week before the term ended, there was a Hogsmeade trip scheduled. Ginny woke up a little late that morning, but hurried to get ready when she realized what day it was. As she was leaving the common room, she heard a commotion in one of the dorms.
"No way Hermione, no way am I going to wear this- this- muggle thingy to Hogsmeade!"
"Don't think you're getting out of it now, we had a deal."
"But 'Mione!"
"No, Ron, now stop complaining and let's go!"
Ginny entered the room at this time, and the sight she saw made her stop short.
Ron was wearing a fancy muggle gown, one that Hermione's mother had sent to her. The top was a spaghetti strap, with a little lift in the chest area making Ron look as though he had grown in an area he shouldn't have. The red silk made ruffles and flared out to the knees, where Ron's gangly legs stuck out. His face was bright red, clashing completely with his outfit.
Ginny burst out laughing. "Ron!" she gasped. "What- kind of dress- is- that!?"
Ron glared at her.
"Has Harry seen this yet?"
"No, darn good thing he hasn't either."
"Ooh, speak of the devil," Ginny grinned as she heard Harry's voice call up to them.
"You guys, what's taking so long?" Harry froze and blinked as he saw Ron. Ron's ears turned bright red to match his face. "Ron?" Harry looked on disbelievingly. "There must be something wrong with my glasses, because I swear I'm seeing you in a- a-"
"Oh, stuff it," Ron grumbled.
Ginny was still snorting with laughter. "I can't wait to see everyone else's reactions... wonder what Malfoy would say!"
Ginny immediately slapped herself, but the others didn't seem to notice anything. At least she hadn't called him Draco...
"Yeah, if he's back to himself, he'll probably think up a thousand things to call you," Harry grinned at Ron.
Ron glared again. "Let's just get this over with, shall we? Now remember, Hermione, I only have to sit in the Three Broomsticks for an hour until we can leave."
"I know. I think even that's too much of a punishment for you, but hey! Even the Head Girl's gotta have entertainment occasionally." With that, the four of them headed to Hogsmeade.
"Quickly," Ron mumbled, speeding ahead of the others. "I feel like I'm on a showcase here." It was true- everyone in the street stopped to point and laugh at him. Immediately the other three slowed down to snail's pace. "Not funny, guys."
They entered the Three Broomsticks, much to Ron's relief, and quickly sat down. Madam Rosemerta came over to take their orders. "Lovely outfit Ron, I remember I used to have a dress like that."
"It was a bet!" Ron bursted out. Madam Rosmerta laughed.
"I know dear, just teasing. What can I get you?"
As she left to get their drinks, the bell on the door tinkled. They looked over to see Draco enter with Pansy. Ginny quickly became very interested in finding something in he bag. On their way to a table, they paused for a moment.
"Nice accessorising, Weasley. You blend perfectly in it."
"Stuff it, ferret," Ron seethed. "Get the hell to your own booth."
Draco smirked. "If you insist. That wasn't a terrible insult though, you know. The two females at this table-" he glanced pointedly at Ginny- "would look like shit in that dress compared to what you do." And with that he walked away, with Pansy sneering off his arm.
Ginny felt tears in her eyes but tried to hide them as Madam Rosmerta came back with their drinks.
"Ginny, dear," she said, glancing in the direction of Draco. "What did happen with you and-"
Ginny was off her chair in a moment, pulling Madam Rosmerta away. "Please, please, please don't mention that to anyone!" she pleaded. "I- I would never live it up."
Madam Rosmerta looked doubtful. "O.k. dear, if you insist. I'm sorry not to see you with him, though. You did a lot more for him than that pig-" she scrunched up her nose and pointed to Pansy- "will ever do for him."
Ginny forced her a smile and a thanks, and went back to sit down amongst stares.
"What was that all about, Gin?" Ron asked.
"It's a surprise," Ginny fibbed. They looked at her queerly.
"Um, o.k..." Harry said.
Ginny took a sip of her butterbeer, feeling sick. "Yeah. You guys, I have to finish my shopping, so I'll be right back. See you in a bit." She got up quickly, and noticed a movement behind her. She looked to see Draco standing up also, and quickly averted her eyes. I have to get out of here, she thought desperately. Gosh, the sight of him made her want to throw herself on him. Get over it. He just wants something you'll never give him...
Just in case he decided to follow her, she decided to take the passage through Honeyduke's.
Draco exited the shop quickly, and just caught sight of Ginny slipping into Honeyduke's, clearly about to use the passage. Something rang a bell in the back of Draco's mind, and he took out the map. He quickly ducked into a passage in case Pansy ran out after him, which she most likely did. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he whispered, tapping it- and what he saw made him gasp.
The words Messers. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were written in the lower left hand corner.
What if Wormtail told? Draco thought desperately. He rapidly scanned the map, and his worst fears were confirmed. He started to run.
Ginny!
Ginny sped up along the path, pulling her cloak around her. She suddenly had the shivers. She thought about the map. "Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," she though aloud. A name rang a bell, and she stopped suddenly.
I think it was Wormtail...
Draco's voice entered her head. Oh no- she had to get out-
"Glad to see you know me," a voice came from behind her, and she just caught sight of a pair of watery eyes and a silver hand before her world went black.
I never do cliffys... but I guess I will today! He he, hope you liked it! Next post should be up very soon.