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Ginny groaned as she trudged through the Great Hall with her overly crammed bag, going to Transfiguration, her second-to-last class of the day. Draco's notebook was still in her pocket, as it had been for the past two weeks, and she continued to pour over it at every break time, unlocking Draco's secrets, it seemed. There was sure more to him than met the eye. But if he hated his father so much, why did he hate her so much?
Oh, god. She gasped inwardly as she realized something.
She had class with him. Now.
How could she look him in the face, knowing all she did about him? She gave herself instructions in her head as she walked into the classroom.
'Ginny, just act like you know nothing about it. Try not to look nervous.Ooh! Don't slip on that Slytherin's bag that he so conveniently left on the floor. Good, relax, put on a blank yet interested face, and.oh god. There he is.'
Sure enough, Draco was sitting in the back of the classroom, looking like he was searching for something in the crowd of people.
Or was it someone? Did he know that his book was stolen? 'Well, no shit Ginny, of COURSE he knows his notebook was stolen. But a more important question is, does he know WHO stole it?'
As was bound to happen, Draco's hard, steely eyes turned to her. She simply ducked her head and sat down with her back to him, even though she felt like his eyes were boring into the back of his head.
When the class quieted, they noticed Snape standing in the front of the class.
He asked, "Are you all done talking now? Good."
He started the class, and it was all the 6th year students could do to keep up.
Ginny was in the middle of writing the antidote to the Takisnmor potion when the bell rang. Ginny hurriedly shoved all her books in her bag and raced up the stairs of the classroom to the door. She was anxious to read more of Draco's songwriting.
Suddenly, she crashed into something solid and because she was so tiny, she flew backwards, landing on her butt, her book bag not far away.
"Ginny! You okay?" Colin called as he walked over to give Ginny a hand up. He was being casual about it, even if that meant that he was not laughing out loud out of politeness.
"Sure, I'm fine. What in the name of Merlin did I crash into?" She asked as she brushed her coppery hair out of her eyes and took her book bag from Colin.
"Me."
The two turned to see who else but Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway, looking not at all hurt.
"Malfoy." Colin said, his usually good-natured blue eyes narrowing slightly as he glared at the silvery-haired boy five feet away from him.
"Creevy." Malfoy responded calmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ginny sighed.*'Dear god, I do not want to get into this argument right now. Especially not with these two. That could end up in a fistfight. Plus that would only give me away.*
She stepped forward. "Weasley." She said as she pointed to herself. "As glad as I am that you two finally learned each other's last names, now is not the time to recite them at random. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get out of here before I slip and hurt myself on the testosterone." The last thing she saw as she left the Transfigurations classroom was Draco, who's eyebrows were hidden by his silvery blonde bangs, and Colin, who's jaw was occupying the area around his knees.
*Was I too blunt? Should I apologize for embarrassing them like that? Well.nah, of course I shouldn't,* Ginny thought to herself with a devilish grin as she walked to the Gryffindor Tower.
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Draco watched after Ginny with an amused expression. "Girl's got a sense of humor, never would've thought it," he murmured to himself as he watched her leave. Not a bad view, either. She was a knockout. Great body.
*'WHOA. Where in the hell did THAT come from?!* Draco berated himself loudly in his head.
"You'd probably get off on it or something."
Draco looked over his shoulder to see Creevy standing near him with a mixture of surprise still on his face from Ginny's rather.erm.raunchy comment, and disgust that was clearly meant for him.
"What did you say, Creevy? Didn't hear you." Draco sneered offhandedly.
"I said, 'You'd probably get off on it or something.' End quote." It was now Creevy's turn to sneer.
Draco fully turned. "Excuse you?"
Creevy grinned. "You're right. Excuse me." He moved past Draco and walked from the Transfigurations classroom, but this time, Draco didn't watch the retreating form.
Draco snarled. Yep, Creevy was an asshole. He didn't know what everyone saw in that do-gooder Gryffindor. Draco hated him almost as much as he hated Potter.
As he raised his arm to run a hand through his hair (a habit he picked up from his mother), he smelled that same delicious smell he remembered from the Hospital Wing two weeks ago.
But how had it gotten on the sleeve of his shirt? Draco had secretly kept the pillowcase with the smell on it in the bottom of his trunk; if anyone knew about that, he'd be put to shame more than he already was in Slytherin.everyone in there knew about his resistance to being a Death Eater, and because most of the seventh year Slyths were training to become Death Eaters, he had experienced a huge drop in popularity.
Wait a minute. If the person who had stolen his notebook had the same smell on them now that they did then, that narrowed it down to two people; Potter and Weasley. And because he hadn't even bumped into Potter in any way, shape, or form, that meant two things.
One, Weasley had stolen his notebook.
And two, he was going to get it back.
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Ginny groaned as she trudged through the Great Hall with her overly crammed bag, going to Transfiguration, her second-to-last class of the day. Draco's notebook was still in her pocket, as it had been for the past two weeks, and she continued to pour over it at every break time, unlocking Draco's secrets, it seemed. There was sure more to him than met the eye. But if he hated his father so much, why did he hate her so much?
Oh, god. She gasped inwardly as she realized something.
She had class with him. Now.
How could she look him in the face, knowing all she did about him? She gave herself instructions in her head as she walked into the classroom.
'Ginny, just act like you know nothing about it. Try not to look nervous.Ooh! Don't slip on that Slytherin's bag that he so conveniently left on the floor. Good, relax, put on a blank yet interested face, and.oh god. There he is.'
Sure enough, Draco was sitting in the back of the classroom, looking like he was searching for something in the crowd of people.
Or was it someone? Did he know that his book was stolen? 'Well, no shit Ginny, of COURSE he knows his notebook was stolen. But a more important question is, does he know WHO stole it?'
As was bound to happen, Draco's hard, steely eyes turned to her. She simply ducked her head and sat down with her back to him, even though she felt like his eyes were boring into the back of his head.
When the class quieted, they noticed Snape standing in the front of the class.
He asked, "Are you all done talking now? Good."
He started the class, and it was all the 6th year students could do to keep up.
Ginny was in the middle of writing the antidote to the Takisnmor potion when the bell rang. Ginny hurriedly shoved all her books in her bag and raced up the stairs of the classroom to the door. She was anxious to read more of Draco's songwriting.
Suddenly, she crashed into something solid and because she was so tiny, she flew backwards, landing on her butt, her book bag not far away.
"Ginny! You okay?" Colin called as he walked over to give Ginny a hand up. He was being casual about it, even if that meant that he was not laughing out loud out of politeness.
"Sure, I'm fine. What in the name of Merlin did I crash into?" She asked as she brushed her coppery hair out of her eyes and took her book bag from Colin.
"Me."
The two turned to see who else but Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway, looking not at all hurt.
"Malfoy." Colin said, his usually good-natured blue eyes narrowing slightly as he glared at the silvery-haired boy five feet away from him.
"Creevy." Malfoy responded calmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ginny sighed.*'Dear god, I do not want to get into this argument right now. Especially not with these two. That could end up in a fistfight. Plus that would only give me away.*
She stepped forward. "Weasley." She said as she pointed to herself. "As glad as I am that you two finally learned each other's last names, now is not the time to recite them at random. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get out of here before I slip and hurt myself on the testosterone." The last thing she saw as she left the Transfigurations classroom was Draco, who's eyebrows were hidden by his silvery blonde bangs, and Colin, who's jaw was occupying the area around his knees.
*Was I too blunt? Should I apologize for embarrassing them like that? Well.nah, of course I shouldn't,* Ginny thought to herself with a devilish grin as she walked to the Gryffindor Tower.
*~*~*~*~*
Draco watched after Ginny with an amused expression. "Girl's got a sense of humor, never would've thought it," he murmured to himself as he watched her leave. Not a bad view, either. She was a knockout. Great body.
*'WHOA. Where in the hell did THAT come from?!* Draco berated himself loudly in his head.
"You'd probably get off on it or something."
Draco looked over his shoulder to see Creevy standing near him with a mixture of surprise still on his face from Ginny's rather.erm.raunchy comment, and disgust that was clearly meant for him.
"What did you say, Creevy? Didn't hear you." Draco sneered offhandedly.
"I said, 'You'd probably get off on it or something.' End quote." It was now Creevy's turn to sneer.
Draco fully turned. "Excuse you?"
Creevy grinned. "You're right. Excuse me." He moved past Draco and walked from the Transfigurations classroom, but this time, Draco didn't watch the retreating form.
Draco snarled. Yep, Creevy was an asshole. He didn't know what everyone saw in that do-gooder Gryffindor. Draco hated him almost as much as he hated Potter.
As he raised his arm to run a hand through his hair (a habit he picked up from his mother), he smelled that same delicious smell he remembered from the Hospital Wing two weeks ago.
But how had it gotten on the sleeve of his shirt? Draco had secretly kept the pillowcase with the smell on it in the bottom of his trunk; if anyone knew about that, he'd be put to shame more than he already was in Slytherin.everyone in there knew about his resistance to being a Death Eater, and because most of the seventh year Slyths were training to become Death Eaters, he had experienced a huge drop in popularity.
Wait a minute. If the person who had stolen his notebook had the same smell on them now that they did then, that narrowed it down to two people; Potter and Weasley. And because he hadn't even bumped into Potter in any way, shape, or form, that meant two things.
One, Weasley had stolen his notebook.
And two, he was going to get it back.
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