Disclaimer: No, sadly, I don't own any characters in Harry Potter. The
characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
--What happened in the last chapter--
Hermione was suddenly dragged off her chair and flung to Ron, her back facing him, while Ron turned and also was pulled to Hermione.
"'Agit,'" she continued, annoyed, "will make things stick to you."
Chapter Two
Draco Malfoy walked down the brightly lit (and warm) corridor. Christmas at Hogwarts isn't that great unless there's someone to look down upon, he mused to himself. As he recalled, Weasley, Granger, and Potter had all signed to stay at Hogwarts during Christmas break, but Malfoy hadn't seen a sign of them since the last day of school. Maybe they had left after all...
He drifted off in thought, not hearing the footsteps of a rushing petite redhead turning the corner of the corridor.
SMACK!
A muffled 'oomf' came from both bodies.
Draco, dazed by the impact of the crash, lay on his back and found he couldn't breathe due to the weight on his chest. Blinking to clear his head, Draco stared blankly at the face at the redhead lying next to him, or rather, half on him, before he could register who she was. It seemed the carrot-top also was experiencing the same confusion as Draco. Then, she blushed greatly, her cheeks turning the color of her hair. As red as her hair. A Weasley!
In a flash, he leapt to his feet...well, he tried to.
The Weasley's weight and his attempt to rise resulted in a catastrophic tangle of red and white. Ginny stirred--then:
"Oh, what the bloody hell!" She scrambled off of him, and Draco could breathe again. He took the moment to rise before she could fall on him again.
"You should watch where you're going, Weasel," he growled. Ginny looked him in the eyes.
"I should watch where I'm going? At least I was going somewhere" - briefly Ginny tried to remember where she was supposed to go, and found she couldn't - "you were probably wandering around the castle, not paying attention to anything. Are you trying to find some helpless little first year to pick on?"
Draco tried to tune her out as she rambled on and on. He couldn't though; he kept hearing bits of what she was saying ("Slytherins...don't think of others", "slimy bastards"), and it was driving him crazy. He turned and started to walk away.
Ginny was so caught up in insulting Draco and the rest of the Slytherins, she didn't notice he was gone until she asked, "What were you doing anyway?" and heard no reply. She stopped abruptly and listened for his footsteps. Hearing them fading to her left, she ran down the corridor while shouting, much to the displeasure of the paintings, "Malfoy, you dolt, I wasn't done!"
She turned a corner and saw him crouching in front of a door, one ear pressed against the wood.
"What are you doing?" the redhead asked a little too loudly, agitated and out of breath.
Draco brought a finger to his mouth and "shh"-ed her. Ginny's temper flared.
"Don't 'Shh' me!" she started. "I-"
But Draco was too quick for her. Before she could mutter another syllable, he lunged for her. He cupped one hand over her mouth from behind, slid back into a crouch again, and pushed her ear against the door.
"Come on, Ron!" a female voice said from behind the door. Sounds like Hermione, Ginny thought.
"Oh, blast." Ron said (Ginny assumed this must be Ron, her older brother). Draco and Ginny heard nothing for a moment, then: "Get on the couch."
Ginny turned around to face Draco, and found they were so close she feel his breath on her neck. He had his infamous smirk on his face again.
Through the door, they heard Hermione utter, "What?"
"Just get on the couch." They heard a rustle from inside. "Oh, and hold onto something, this might hurt."
Ginny looked up at Draco again, and saw his eyes widen. She resisted the urge to laugh. She knew what Draco was thinking, being a young teen with raging hormones herself. Sharing a brief smile between them, Draco whispered, "Weasley? With a Mudblood?"
[A/N: Thanx to all my reviewers! Aaren, Sapphire Wicca, DarkSneZ, Meo, KarateChick, TristaSetsuna, Katherine, Tennisgal, tasha, Sarah, and Elanor!]
--What happened in the last chapter--
Hermione was suddenly dragged off her chair and flung to Ron, her back facing him, while Ron turned and also was pulled to Hermione.
"'Agit,'" she continued, annoyed, "will make things stick to you."
Chapter Two
Draco Malfoy walked down the brightly lit (and warm) corridor. Christmas at Hogwarts isn't that great unless there's someone to look down upon, he mused to himself. As he recalled, Weasley, Granger, and Potter had all signed to stay at Hogwarts during Christmas break, but Malfoy hadn't seen a sign of them since the last day of school. Maybe they had left after all...
He drifted off in thought, not hearing the footsteps of a rushing petite redhead turning the corner of the corridor.
SMACK!
A muffled 'oomf' came from both bodies.
Draco, dazed by the impact of the crash, lay on his back and found he couldn't breathe due to the weight on his chest. Blinking to clear his head, Draco stared blankly at the face at the redhead lying next to him, or rather, half on him, before he could register who she was. It seemed the carrot-top also was experiencing the same confusion as Draco. Then, she blushed greatly, her cheeks turning the color of her hair. As red as her hair. A Weasley!
In a flash, he leapt to his feet...well, he tried to.
The Weasley's weight and his attempt to rise resulted in a catastrophic tangle of red and white. Ginny stirred--then:
"Oh, what the bloody hell!" She scrambled off of him, and Draco could breathe again. He took the moment to rise before she could fall on him again.
"You should watch where you're going, Weasel," he growled. Ginny looked him in the eyes.
"I should watch where I'm going? At least I was going somewhere" - briefly Ginny tried to remember where she was supposed to go, and found she couldn't - "you were probably wandering around the castle, not paying attention to anything. Are you trying to find some helpless little first year to pick on?"
Draco tried to tune her out as she rambled on and on. He couldn't though; he kept hearing bits of what she was saying ("Slytherins...don't think of others", "slimy bastards"), and it was driving him crazy. He turned and started to walk away.
Ginny was so caught up in insulting Draco and the rest of the Slytherins, she didn't notice he was gone until she asked, "What were you doing anyway?" and heard no reply. She stopped abruptly and listened for his footsteps. Hearing them fading to her left, she ran down the corridor while shouting, much to the displeasure of the paintings, "Malfoy, you dolt, I wasn't done!"
She turned a corner and saw him crouching in front of a door, one ear pressed against the wood.
"What are you doing?" the redhead asked a little too loudly, agitated and out of breath.
Draco brought a finger to his mouth and "shh"-ed her. Ginny's temper flared.
"Don't 'Shh' me!" she started. "I-"
But Draco was too quick for her. Before she could mutter another syllable, he lunged for her. He cupped one hand over her mouth from behind, slid back into a crouch again, and pushed her ear against the door.
"Come on, Ron!" a female voice said from behind the door. Sounds like Hermione, Ginny thought.
"Oh, blast." Ron said (Ginny assumed this must be Ron, her older brother). Draco and Ginny heard nothing for a moment, then: "Get on the couch."
Ginny turned around to face Draco, and found they were so close she feel his breath on her neck. He had his infamous smirk on his face again.
Through the door, they heard Hermione utter, "What?"
"Just get on the couch." They heard a rustle from inside. "Oh, and hold onto something, this might hurt."
Ginny looked up at Draco again, and saw his eyes widen. She resisted the urge to laugh. She knew what Draco was thinking, being a young teen with raging hormones herself. Sharing a brief smile between them, Draco whispered, "Weasley? With a Mudblood?"
[A/N: Thanx to all my reviewers! Aaren, Sapphire Wicca, DarkSneZ, Meo, KarateChick, TristaSetsuna, Katherine, Tennisgal, tasha, Sarah, and Elanor!]