Summary: When Ginny boarded the Hogwarts Express on the first of September, she was surprised to come face-to-face with the last person she expected to see back in school. He was still the same prat she remembered from years before, but now he has a much higher authority than ever before: he was this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Ginny wished this was all a dream, but to her dismay she was stuck with him for an entire school year!
Disclaimer: Once again I don't want to go through all the mumbo-jumbo of having to write this out, so I'm saying this now: NOT MINE!!! I keep on forgetting to add this on to this one: MAIN HP CHARACTERS AREN'T MINE, those other names you don't recognize are mine as well as the plot, and also other stuff that you don't recognize, kapish?
Setting: Ginny's in her 7th year; Draco graduated the year before
PhoenixRae's Notes: OK, I know ya'll are waiting patiently for me to put some D/G action and...well, I'll do my best to get some action between our fave pairings in this chapter. Thanks for bearing with me...sometimes the outcome of what we've been wanting to happen is worth the way--I hope :::crosses fingers and hopes you guys won't be disappointed:::
PhoenixRae's Notes 2: just a warning to you readers that compared to the previous chapters, Draco & Ginny's interaction in this chapter sizzles! *LOL* they're exchanging innuendos and...well, although not that graphic, still, I don't want anybody to be offended or anything. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU! *lol* now read on and enjoy. not sure yet if the innuendos will progress to something more physical or not, but I'll just hafta wait and see what my fingers (and my mind) lets me write. oh yeah, FLUFF ALERT!!! *LOL* not too much though, just enough I guess to satisfy all you people wanting some D/G action! :::winks:::
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XIX. the Date
Clutching her robe and her overcoat tightly around her, Ginny made her way to the Quidditch pitch with her Firebolt. She must be out of her noodles for agreeing to go on this so-called 'date' with Draco Malfoy for a quick game of Quidditch tonight! She was walking with her head bent down against the sudden gust of wind that was billowing as she made her way to the well-lit pitch. She could tell that her date was already there; she saw someone wearing all black zooming here and there as she approached.
Ginny didn't make her presence known right away as soon as she entered the pitch. She took her grand time watching the man propped on the broomstick flying back and forth overhead. He wasn't doing anything much except execute quite a few diving moves and some deflector moves that Ron taught her a couple of times (but she often ended up not executing it properly because her nitwit of a brother often yelled at her for not being graceful enough whenever she does try to do it).
Boy, he was really good on his broomstick! Even back when he was still playing Quidditch for Slytherin she noticed just how comfortable he had been on a broom. According to Hermione, Draco showed off his talent as a skilled broomstick-rider during their first flying lesson when he taunted Harry to catch Neville's Remembrall (a/n: I'm not quite sure if this is the correct spelling, so please pardon me if I got it wrong), which Harry did--of course--and it was during that time that Harry became the youngest Seeker in a century to play Quidditch. Although he didn't fare well when he first became the Slytherin Seeker in his second year, his game improved over the next five years. Ginny remembered watching a match between Gryffindor and Slytherin last year and her eyes were glued on the blond haired seeker. He was good and way too damn sexy for her own good! It was at that time she realized she was starting to fancy Draco Malfoy. Of course she didn't dwell too much on that obvious fact until months later (like until this year).
Ginny had been watching Draco fly overhead for a good fifteen minutes before he noticed he was being watched. He maneuvered his broomstick towards where Ginny was and just hovered a couple of feet above her.
"You're late, Weasley," he scolded.
"And hello to you too," she retorted smugly before straddling her Firebolt and kicked off the ground to hover at eye-level with him which proved to be damn near impossible to keep a straight eye contact when she kept on bobbing up and down on her broomstick. "You know, you don't have to be crabby on a date. It makes for a very bad first impression and kills off your chance for a second date."
Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Are you hinting that there's a chance for a second date, hm?" he grinned.
Ginny rolled her eyes skyward and shook her head, "You're killing any chance for a second date right now," she smiled saucily before pointing her broomstick downward and swooped at the open chest box housing the Quidditch balls. She made a swift grab of the quaffle and soared back up again.
Draco was greatly impressed at what she did. It was a good stunt that barely many could execute flawlessly. Swooping down at an almost break-neck speed and snatching the quaffle without tipping the chest box was very hard to do. God knows he tried to do what she just did numerous times, but it was a stunt that he didn't want to be reckoned with; he ultimately lacked the grace and swiftness Ginny possessed.
"So, are we playing or are we talking?" Ginny called as she threw the quaffle up and down in the air.
Draco flew to where she was, stopping to hover beside her facing the opposite direction.
"We can play and talk at the same time if you like," he grinned cheekily.
Ginny made a face at him and chucked the orange ball at him, "You may not like the words that would come out of my mouth while I'm whooping your cute behind," she grinned mischievously.
Draco cocked an eyebrow at her confidence. He played with the quaffle for a while as she circled her.
"So the youngest Weasley has a nasty tongue too, huh?" he chuckled and continued to circle her.
"What? You think the only nasty thing I got is the Weasley temper to match my red hair?" she taunted.
Draco grinned and inclined his head, "Touché."
Ginny feigned a bored expression (she was far from being bored while she was in his company). "Are we going to play or what? I haven't got all night, you know."
Draco laughed heartily and chucked the quaffle back at her, "Patience is a virtue, Virginia," he quoted and laughed at the face she made at him.
"Whatever, Plato. Since you're too busy being philosophical, I'll make up the rules to the game. First to score 100 goals is obviously the winner. This can be a rough game or this can be a clean game--it all depends on you if you're not too sissy to compete against a girl, "she looked at him smugly before adding, "Winner gets to decide what his or her opponent's consolation prize will be. Fair enough?"
"I'm with you until you said winner gets to decide the loser's consolation prize. Does it have to be that way?" he frowned.
"Of course! Makes the game more exciting," she enthused, "You'll treat me like royalty for a week and you'll also do my every bidding," she grinned.
"You sure about that, Weasley?" he challenged, not liking the idea that she was already planning on what she would be bossing him to do for...did she just say for a week?
"You can bet your last galleon on that, Malfoy," she counter challenged.
"In that case, shut your yap, woman, and start shooting the quaffle into the hoops!" he ordered.
"You're on, Blondie!" she taunted and circled him a couple of times before zooming towards the goal posts and shot her first goal for the night. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she pumped one arm in the air, "Ten to zero!" she called to her opponent who was headed towards her.
"That's cheating!" he whined.
"So? I said we can either have a rough game or a clean game," she reminded him.
"And you like it rough, huh?" he grinned maliciously.
Ginny lifted a shoulder slightly and gave him a sideways glance, her upper lip slowly curving into a seductive grin. "Of course I like it rough," she replied.
The innuendo wasn't lost on Draco. He returned her grin and hovered closer to her, "You'll be sorry you asked for it to be rough," he threatened her under his breath.
Ginny gave him a slow, seductive once-over, her eyes resting on his luscious lips. "Somehow I doubt it," she replied huskily, her eyes slowly gliding back up to lock with his cloudy gray ones.
Damn, but she was putting him on fire! He never dreamed of having this kind of conversation with the always prim and proper Ginny Weasley, and now that he was having it, another part of his anatomy couldn't be helped but feel more excited than the rest of his whole damn body!
"Then I say bring it on...Ginger," he grinned impishly.
Ginny liked the new nickname he came up for her. Returning his impish grin, she leaned more closer to him until their lips were almost touching and replied, "You got it...Blondie."
For the next two and a half hours the Quidditch pitch was filled with Ginny's squeals of delight and Draco's hearty laughter whenever he was able to outmaneuver his worthy opponent. He managed to score fifty points and nearly tied Ginny's eighty points if it hadn't been for him losing concentration as Ginny's hair came loose from the ponytail she tied it on and her hair slapped against her rosy red face. They zoomed here and there, using only half of the entire pitch to shoot as many goals as they can into one of the three hoops, both of them taking on the position of keeper and chaser to prevent the other person from scoring.
Albeit the bitingly cold weather, Ginny and Draco didn't seem to mind it much. They were both into their game of pick-up Quidditch to pat attention to their rosy red cheeks and almost dried-up lips. It also helped that they kept on moving around at the pitch, that way they didn't feel much of the cold air blasting at them as they moved here and there, ducking away from one another and shooting the quaffle into the hoops.
Ginny was true to her words, Draco realized now. She had a trucker's mouth on her when she was on fire! Draco couldn't believe the words that came flying out of her mouth as she taunted him every time he had possession of the quaffle or whenever she had the ball and was zooming past him, over him, under him, and all around him!
"She shoots. She scores! Yeah!" Ginny cheered when she shot the quaffle through the middle goal post and scored her hundredth points for the night. She was all smiles and very pumped up as she flew back towards where Draco was now hovering looking disheveled and tired, but he was far from annoyed because he lost to a girl. "I won! I won!" she chanted giddily, rubbing her hands together and blowing on them to keep them warm.
Draco smirked and shook his head, "I still say you were cheating," he accused.
Ginny rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, chuckling at his pathetic excuse for losing. Sure she cheated to get her first goal, but after that she won each and every goal she made fair and square, although the game was a tad bit rough every now and then with Draco trying to oust her from her broomstick or her kicking him out of the way so she could get to the goal posts.
"Oh put a sock in it, Blondie. I won fair and square!" she boasted and moved over towards the stand before commanding her broomstick to land on the first set of bench seats.
Draco followed her and landed on the bench seats a step up from where she landed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he mumbled and set his Nimbus against one of the seats.
Ginny grinned and did the same with her broomstick, setting it up against one of the seats and parked her frozen behind on one of the cold wooden seats. She kept on rubbing her hands together and blowing on them to keep them warm. Occasionally she would rub her hands against her arm to stop her from shivering.
"So Malfoy, you ready to face a week of being at my beck and call?" she grinned mischievously, looking over her shoulder at him.
Draco smirked and knelt down behind her, his elbow propped on his bent knee, "I can't be at your beck and call, Weasley. I'm a teacher here now--can't show the slightest bit of favouritism towards one of my students. Don't want to be talked about some more," he tsked.
"And you think nobody saw us together like this tonight?" she raised an eyebrow.
His smirk turn into a grin, "Good point," he captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger and held her gaze, "But I don't think anybody would be stupid enough to come out here to watch us."
"Nobody stupider than us you mean, hm?" she grinned back at him.
Draco chuckled, "Yeah, nobody is stupider than the two of us to come out here to the pitch on a cold Friday night to play a pick-up game of Quidditch," he agreed.
Ginny held her breath as she watched Draco's head move in closer to hers until their breaths coming out of their mouths mingled at their sudden closeness.
"You cold, Weasley?" he whispered, his gray eyes suddenly becoming unfocussed as he kept it locked with her warm brown ones.
"A-a little. Why?" she stammered.
"Because if you are then I suggest we go back to the castle and warm ourselves up by the warm fire," he suggested.
A thought entered her mind at the mention of warming up by the fire. "Your room or mine?"
Draco wasn't expecting that kind of answer from her, and his surprised showed in his eyes which made Ginny's grin broaden. Before he could form a word to say she beat him to it.
"I'd say we go warm up by the fire in your room, Professor. We can't have much privacy if we go to mine."
Finally Draco was able to recover from his momentary shock at what she was suggesting, but was she suggesting more than what he had in mind or was she just teasing him to make him feel uncomfortable?
"What would we need the privacy for?" he decided to play along with her. He honestly had no idea what she had in mind with this new game she decided for them to play so might as well follow along and see where it would lead them.
"Oh, you know," she shrugged and wrapped her hand around his wrist, gently pulling his hand from clutching her chin, "We'll need some privacy for this," she closed the distance between them and while she still had the nerve seized the moment and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
Draco was momentarily shocked at this bold action from the petite redhead before him. He wasn't expecting for her to kiss him; what he had in mind ran more along the lines of some more verbal foreplay! But he didn't get to enjoy the kiss before it was over and Ginny was pulling away.
"Not so fast," his hand snaked up and clasped the back of her neck, "I didn't get to enjoy that...and I'm a tad bit cold still," he grinned before capturing her mouth in a kiss.
Hallelujah! Ginny sang in her head as she leaned towards Draco's kiss, her mouth feeling the tantalizing sweetness of his tongue licking her lips, urging her mouth to part (which they did, by the way; she wasn't stupid enough not to have his tongue ram its down down her throat now that she had him where she wanted him to be for a long time now!).
It was a different sensation his kiss brought her. He wasn't as demanding as Derek (and all those losers she had to kiss before she found her prince!) nor as rough. His lips meshed and molded with hers, taking her to new heights with just one kiss.
She twisted her body around so she was facing him, her hands snaking up underneath his robes and felt the soft texture of the expensive (she assumed) sweater he wore underneath to help keep him warm. She slowly got on her knees and was now kneeling along with him as their mouths continued to devour one another. Her hands underneath his robes moved upward still, feeling the broad expanse of his chest that used to cry on a few weeks back.
Draco's hand found their way around her waist, pulling her closer to him--or as close as their bodies could get given the position they were in at the moment. It was sheer heaven to feel her lips pressed against his, her jasmine scent wafting into his nostrils. He must have dreamed of having her in his arms like this one too many times, he never thought that one day his dream would become a reality and that reality was much more sweeter than his dreams could ever bring him.
"I think...we should go back...inside..." Ginny whispered in between kisses a couple of minutes later.
"Hmm?" Draco signed and dipped his head down to trail kisses down the side of her mouth down her throat, making Ginny catch her breath at the sensation his expert lips obviously sent her.
"I said..." she braced her hands on his shoulders, intending to push him away, but he was now nibbling at her neck and making her a bit squeamish, "Malfoy, stop that," she scolded when he continued to nip at her neck, making her completely lose her train of thought.
Draco chuckled against her neck before his mouth made its upward ascent and captured her mouth once more. Ginny giggled as she returned his ardent kisses, but common sense wasn't far behind and she broke the kiss (even though she didn't want to, but she knew she had to).
"I mean it, Blondie. We gotta stop this and start making tracks back to the castle," her hands on his shoulders finally found their urge to push him away, her brown eyes meeting his.
"Do we have too?" he pouted.
Ginny couldn't stop herself from laughing at the childish face he just pulled and placed a chaste kiss on his pouting lips. He tried to pull her back for another round of snogging, but she made sure she was faster than him and pulled away.
"We have to go back, Draco, it's getting late," she said more sternly.
Ginny watched as Draco's facial expression changed from that of pure astonishment. Her forehead creased into a frown and voiced out her concern, "What? Did I say or do something wrong?"
Draco was momentarily shocked to pure stillness when he heard his name escaped those sinful lips he had been ravaging only moments before. She said his name out loud easily, like she had been saying it all her life.
"You just called me Draco," he answered.
"So?" she raised an eyebrow, "You called me Ginny or Gin a couple of times already," she shrugged.
"I like it," he smiled.
"You like my name?" she frowned.
"No. My name. I like it when it comes out of your mouth. And yeah, I happen to like your name too," he added when he saw her frown deepen.
"So what does that mean then?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" it was his turn to frown.
"Do you want me to call you Draco from now on when we're out of the classroom?"
Yes, his mind agreed, "It's all up to you," he shrugged.
"Hmm..." Ginny wrinkled her nose as if to think about it for a while, "I kinda like calling you 'Blondie'," she grinned.
"Blondie?" he looked aghast.
Ginny threw her head back and laughed. "Don't worry, silly. I'll only call you Blondie when no one's around. Most of the time I'll just call you Malfoy," she assured him.
"So you won't call me Draco, huh?" he looked disappointed.
"Aww...poor baby," she teased, "Maybe when you really annoy me then I'll call you by your given name."
"Promise?" he looked hopeful.
"Hmm...I'll try," she grinned, "Now, let's go back to the castle because it's freezing here!" she pulled away from his embrace and got up, straightening up her robe and picking up her broomstick.
Draco took his time getting reading, his gray eyes watching the energetic redhead before him. He couldn't believe what just happened was for real. God, I hope if I'm dreaming please don't let me wake up, he prayed silently as he grabbed his Nimbus and shouldered it.
"Ready?" he asked.
Ginny did one last inspection of her robes and grabbed her Firebolt, looking back at him with a huge smile plastered on her face, "Ready," she nodded.
Together they walked back to the castle. They kept their distance from each other even though they were both itching to walk back hand in hand; they had to be more careful now lest they were seen by some unsuspecting student or faculty staff member. They mostly talked about their high-powered game of pick-up Quidditch with Draco giving Ginny some advice and learning a few tricks from her in return. They reached the Entrance Hall and stopped there, facing one another to bid each other good night.
"Well, this is it, Blondie," Ginny grinned, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Yep, Ginger, this is it," Draco nodded, fixing his Nimbus which was carefully propped on his shoulder. "Have a good evening, Weasley."
"You too, Professor. Thanks for the game and remember our bet," she reminded him before turning her back to run towards the grand staircases.
Draco watched her until she disappeared from his view. He turned towards the direction of his private quarters re-enacting the events of the night. He never had as much fun with any girl he took out on a date before, not until tonight that is. He was whistling a jolly tune the rest of the way back to his room, grinning every now and then as he remembered their agreement shortly before they entered the castle.
This would be one hell of an interesting week ahead for him and a certain Ms. Ginny Weasley.
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A/N: phew! another chapter done, and I think this one's longer than the last couple of chapters I posted. anyway, is the action here between Draco and Ginny enough for you guys? not much fluff, eh? well, it's their first date and...hmm...didn't want it to be all too mushy and stuff! that's just totally not the Draco & Ginny character I am writing about in this fic of mine! *lol*
December's Girl: I know I postponed the D/G action you've all been waiting for for far too long...how's the action in this chapter?
VuruNeno: I dunno about the chapter 50 one, but I'm gonna be working on the next few chapters in a while...and thanks for liking the P/T ship--I wasn't sure people would actually like it when I first wrote about it, but to my utter surprise they were an instant hit! *lol*
Wizzabee: well one thing's for sure: NOBODY'S GOING TO DIE IN THIS FIC! *lol* somebody might get hurt every now and then, but absolutely no death scenes!
Faltering Hues: don't worry, Ginny's knight in shining armour will be there to the rescue! and I just can't seem to stop myself from writing chapter after chapter (I think I better take advantage of it while it lasts *lol*) and yep, a flirty Draco is a cute and sexy Draco *lol*
Cactuskitty: yep, Derek is indeed bad news...and quick! finish your English project or else suffer the consequences of not getting good marks because you're being sidetracked! *lol*
sassw14: the Quidditch match between Draco & Ginny has been playing in my head since I wrote that chapter when Ginny tried out for the beater position and she was alone at the pitch doing some flying & Draco was watching her
Isis The Goddess Of Life: I think I should've titled the previous chapter Prelude to a Kiss instead of Prelude to a Date *lol* but hey, look! they kissed in this chapter! hehehe, and yep, I think the Harry/Hermione coupling's cute
Hunter: Derek's up to no good, that's for sure. and look, here's the Quidditch match!
Jade Stellar: *lol* uhm...yep, he likes her butt among other things about her
tigereyes320: well here's what happens during their date
Crystal: I don't think they froze their arses off too much
meLisSa: is this soon enough? hehehehe
Xela: I hate writing clichéd scenarios...uhm...hopefully this Quidditch game date of theirs ain't clichéd, hehehehe :::winks:::
txt-eva: this is what Draco got planned for 'em
Anh D-ao: here's the next chappie
SeZzA: yep, they sure did take their time before they got together *lol*
Cassandra Sisenta or Krey-Zey: he's playing at something he might use against Draoc & Ginny in the near future...and tah-dah! here's their date chapter! *lol*
Alexia Croft: I agree with you that Draco's a hottie, and here's their date at the Quidditch pitch :::grins:::
Nicole: is the snogginess in this chap enough to last you until their next encounter alone? hehehehe
avapouhi: somebody's going to wring Derek's neck. as for who told Percy, here's a hint: IT'S SOMEONE WE ALL KNOW (not Harry, not Harry :::wink, wink:::)
Jenn: why can't their date be good?
lama: AD/MM ship (took me a while to figure out who these two are *lol*)...maybe not 'coz they're hardly in this fic *lol* and as for me re-reading the chappies I posted...yeah, I do, and I quickly notice my mistakes but I'm just too lazy to go back and correct 'em *lol*
Arella Hallo: here's the outcome of their Quidditch game in the middle of November
Miss Marauder: I'll do my best to bring the Weasley boys back. I do happen to enjoy their company and writing about 'em too
kellyanne: a date of sorts that ended up in them snogging and...uhm...becoming more closer to each other than before *lol*
Hannah4Daniel: yous wants more? well here's more! *lol*
Eva Coremans: here's the next chapter to satisfy your appetite for this fic (for now, anyway) hehehe
Nissy: thank you so much for your review!
slytherin-cool: don't be trusting Derek any time soon--that's a hint for ya :::winks:::
KeeperOfTheMoon: hehehe, here's the update!
MelissaAdams: nope, you're not being too sappy...just a romantic! *lol* uuuh...what's the diff between the two anway? :::grins:::
Yochy: in a round-about-way he did ask her out
Sharlene: good you cleared that out that you were referring to Derek *lol* (of course I knew you were talking about Derek) and Draco's got a thing for Ginny's ass, remember what he did to her when she was trying out for the team? hehehe
Kodomo Cow: I'm planning on getting Hermione together with Harry and Percy's got a life...hehehe, he's being teased by the twins mercilessly because of Twyla...
wowsergirl: it's good to be hyper sometimes, hehehe
lilikins: yup, you got that right. he asked her out on a date!
Laura: here's more for ya
myobgirly: what do you mean?
Polgara: Ginny's got a good head on her shoulders
Alli: is there enough fluff here? hehehe
DaRkShAdOwS: because I wanted it to be a somewhat original date. I mean, most of the time when they go to dates in other stories it's always Hogsmeade, but I beg to differ, hehehehe
