Chapter three Draco's Revenge
Before I start, I just want to thank everyone for there kind words and especially to Draco's Gal, you're the only person to review my other story! Thank you! Now, to the story!!
Ginny amazed herself with how quickly she was able to get up from the table, weave through all of the people in the room that were also jumping up and get Draco before any of her family. She bolted to Draco, grabbed his hand and practically drug him out the front door. The only thoughts keeping her going were to get herself out of the house as quickly as possible, but more important was to was getting Draco out before there was any bloodshed on her mum's new rug because everyone would be as good as dead if that happened.
"You have no idea how lucky you are Draco Malfoy." She said as if scolding a five-year-old. "If any of my family had seen you even a second earlier, you'd be stir-fry right now, do you realize that?" Ginny said as she continued to pull him behind, her head shaking in bewilderment.
"I must admit, that wasn't one of my brightest ideas I've had, but I was in a room full of Weasley's, I had to make a great first impression." Draco said with his usually smugness and smirk. "Gin, where are we going?"
"To my dad's shop, no one will think we would go there. It's where he keeps most of his muggle bits and pieces." Ginny explained. "We just need to hide out for a bit. That will give my mum some time to explain and cool them all down."
"So, how long will it take to calm down seven Weasley's? Three, four days tops?" Draco snickered.
"Very funny, come on, we're not far now." She said as the two trudged up a hill near the house.
"Hey, I know how much you like to hold my hand and all, but I think I can follow you without getting lost." Draco said as he glanced at her hand holding his. "Oh, oh yeah, of course." Ginny was able to say with a tad bit of stuttering and a lot of blushing.
She was extremely grateful that he didn't say anything more about that and they continued up the hill to the shop in complete silence, with Draco following her with a smile on his face.
As they entered the large one room shop Draco stopped in his tracks.
"Wow." Draco said more to himself then to Ginny.
"It's amazing, isn't it? He's been collecting all of this," As she gestured around to all of the gadgets and trinkets taking up every imaginable area in the room. "Sense before I was even born. Come here, I want to show you my favorite thing, I doubt you've seen one before."
"That's a good guess sense I don't recognize anything in this room." He responded as he started to follow Ginny to the back of the shop. "Where did your dad get all of this stuff anyways?"
"Oh, you know, from here and there." Ginny said with a smile. "Here it is, it's called a radio. It can play any type of music you could ever dream of. I love this thing, ever sense I was little, I come out here all the time, just to sit and listen for hours. Do you want to try it?"
"How does it work?" Draco asked as he poked it with his finger.
"You just turn it on, like this," She explained as she turned a small switch. "And then you turn this dial until you find something you think sounds nice. I like this, country music, its soothing, compared to the rest of my life." "Yeah, this is nice, I like this." Draco said as he slipped his arm around Ginny's waist and started to sway to the music.
Ginny glanced down at his hand around her waist, but didn't say a word. 'He must not be thinking right.' She thought to herself. 'He needs more sleep, yes, that must be it, and he's just leaning on me for support. He's simply tired. What am I saying? God I hope not.' And she smiled. Together they stood for a while, simply enjoying the music before either said a word.
"Ginny, thanks for putting up with me." Draco said softly as he continued to stare at the radio.
"Come on, it not like your that bad." She said with a smile and then, surprised with herself, put her arm around his neck and pulled him closer to her, so her mouth was only inches away from his ear and whispered. "In fact, I've come to down to right liking when you're around."
With that, he turned to face her and did the last thing that she would have expected, but that she had thought about for about the past year. He kissed her. It was everything she had ever dreamed of, fireworks, music, and people 'awwing' in the background, just like in the movies that she had seen with Harry and Ron. All though it only lasted a few seconds, she was left totally flabbergasted.
"Me too." Draco said after they had parted. "So do you think your Mum has calmed down all of the red heads yet?"
"Well either that or she has been trampled to death by the stampede that's out looking for you." Ginny said, grateful for a change of subject, but still very aware of his arm that was around her waist. "But I bet that it's safe to head back by now, if we wait any longer, they will only start up again. They might start thinking we were out snogging or..." She stopped mid sentence, releasing what she had said and started to blush.
"I get it." Draco said with a grin. "How about we head back."
"Good idea." She said, though still mentally kicking herself for what she had said.
Very slowly they made themselves back to the house, with Draco's arm still wrapped around Ginny's waist.
Sorry this chapter took so long and that its so short but I've been so busy with school and all of my 'problems' I kind of forgot about my story. I hope you liked this chapter though, but now I'm at a stand still. If anyone has any ideas e-mail me at Kaitlin_Scott@hotmail.com I will try to write more, because I do have some more stuff I can do with this, but in order to do so, the story needs to start moving a little faster. I don't know why, but all my stories go really slow, only an hour or two have taken place so far in this one, so yeah, you all are probably seeing what I'm going at here. Now, for words of wisdom!
Some people think football is a matter of life and death, be assured, it is much more serious than that.
Money can't buy you happiness, but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.
There are three ways to get something done; do it yourself, hire someone, or forbid a kid to do it.
Before I start, I just want to thank everyone for there kind words and especially to Draco's Gal, you're the only person to review my other story! Thank you! Now, to the story!!
Ginny amazed herself with how quickly she was able to get up from the table, weave through all of the people in the room that were also jumping up and get Draco before any of her family. She bolted to Draco, grabbed his hand and practically drug him out the front door. The only thoughts keeping her going were to get herself out of the house as quickly as possible, but more important was to was getting Draco out before there was any bloodshed on her mum's new rug because everyone would be as good as dead if that happened.
"You have no idea how lucky you are Draco Malfoy." She said as if scolding a five-year-old. "If any of my family had seen you even a second earlier, you'd be stir-fry right now, do you realize that?" Ginny said as she continued to pull him behind, her head shaking in bewilderment.
"I must admit, that wasn't one of my brightest ideas I've had, but I was in a room full of Weasley's, I had to make a great first impression." Draco said with his usually smugness and smirk. "Gin, where are we going?"
"To my dad's shop, no one will think we would go there. It's where he keeps most of his muggle bits and pieces." Ginny explained. "We just need to hide out for a bit. That will give my mum some time to explain and cool them all down."
"So, how long will it take to calm down seven Weasley's? Three, four days tops?" Draco snickered.
"Very funny, come on, we're not far now." She said as the two trudged up a hill near the house.
"Hey, I know how much you like to hold my hand and all, but I think I can follow you without getting lost." Draco said as he glanced at her hand holding his. "Oh, oh yeah, of course." Ginny was able to say with a tad bit of stuttering and a lot of blushing.
She was extremely grateful that he didn't say anything more about that and they continued up the hill to the shop in complete silence, with Draco following her with a smile on his face.
As they entered the large one room shop Draco stopped in his tracks.
"Wow." Draco said more to himself then to Ginny.
"It's amazing, isn't it? He's been collecting all of this," As she gestured around to all of the gadgets and trinkets taking up every imaginable area in the room. "Sense before I was even born. Come here, I want to show you my favorite thing, I doubt you've seen one before."
"That's a good guess sense I don't recognize anything in this room." He responded as he started to follow Ginny to the back of the shop. "Where did your dad get all of this stuff anyways?"
"Oh, you know, from here and there." Ginny said with a smile. "Here it is, it's called a radio. It can play any type of music you could ever dream of. I love this thing, ever sense I was little, I come out here all the time, just to sit and listen for hours. Do you want to try it?"
"How does it work?" Draco asked as he poked it with his finger.
"You just turn it on, like this," She explained as she turned a small switch. "And then you turn this dial until you find something you think sounds nice. I like this, country music, its soothing, compared to the rest of my life." "Yeah, this is nice, I like this." Draco said as he slipped his arm around Ginny's waist and started to sway to the music.
Ginny glanced down at his hand around her waist, but didn't say a word. 'He must not be thinking right.' She thought to herself. 'He needs more sleep, yes, that must be it, and he's just leaning on me for support. He's simply tired. What am I saying? God I hope not.' And she smiled. Together they stood for a while, simply enjoying the music before either said a word.
"Ginny, thanks for putting up with me." Draco said softly as he continued to stare at the radio.
"Come on, it not like your that bad." She said with a smile and then, surprised with herself, put her arm around his neck and pulled him closer to her, so her mouth was only inches away from his ear and whispered. "In fact, I've come to down to right liking when you're around."
With that, he turned to face her and did the last thing that she would have expected, but that she had thought about for about the past year. He kissed her. It was everything she had ever dreamed of, fireworks, music, and people 'awwing' in the background, just like in the movies that she had seen with Harry and Ron. All though it only lasted a few seconds, she was left totally flabbergasted.
"Me too." Draco said after they had parted. "So do you think your Mum has calmed down all of the red heads yet?"
"Well either that or she has been trampled to death by the stampede that's out looking for you." Ginny said, grateful for a change of subject, but still very aware of his arm that was around her waist. "But I bet that it's safe to head back by now, if we wait any longer, they will only start up again. They might start thinking we were out snogging or..." She stopped mid sentence, releasing what she had said and started to blush.
"I get it." Draco said with a grin. "How about we head back."
"Good idea." She said, though still mentally kicking herself for what she had said.
Very slowly they made themselves back to the house, with Draco's arm still wrapped around Ginny's waist.
Sorry this chapter took so long and that its so short but I've been so busy with school and all of my 'problems' I kind of forgot about my story. I hope you liked this chapter though, but now I'm at a stand still. If anyone has any ideas e-mail me at Kaitlin_Scott@hotmail.com I will try to write more, because I do have some more stuff I can do with this, but in order to do so, the story needs to start moving a little faster. I don't know why, but all my stories go really slow, only an hour or two have taken place so far in this one, so yeah, you all are probably seeing what I'm going at here. Now, for words of wisdom!
Some people think football is a matter of life and death, be assured, it is much more serious than that.
Money can't buy you happiness, but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.
There are three ways to get something done; do it yourself, hire someone, or forbid a kid to do it.