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--
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?"
Chapter three
"This is serious blackmail material," Ginny whispered happily to Draco. "I'll have Ron off my back, finally."
Draco snickered. "Ron's been on your back?"
"No, I mean he'll finally have to stop scaring off all my boyfriends, ferret."
"I don't appreciate you calling me that, Weasel."
"Then don't call me Weasel."
"Alright, Weasel."
"I said to stop calling me that."
"Sorry, it just slipped out."
Ginny was about to open her mouth to say something to flare his temper, but was rudely interrupted when Hermione let out a moan. Immediately, Draco and Ginny once again pressed their ears against the wood of the door.
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"Goodness, Ron, how much do you weigh?" Hermione squirmed beneath him. His 'ingenious' plan that involved the couch was for them to lie on the couch and Ron would roll off her (he had hoped gravity would work its magic).
"Don't worry, 'Mione. This will all be over in a second."
He attempted to roll off her back. The first roll was unsuccessful, as was the second. The third time, he used his feet to kick off the couch and...
It worked. He rolled off Hermione with ease (maybe gravity did work?). Ron leapt to his feet in glee.
"See 'Mione?" he gloated, "my idea worked!"
"Um, Ron?"
"What?"
Hermione tugged on his left arm with her right hand. "Look" was all Hermione said.
Though she had tugged on his arm, it wasn't because she was holding his hand. Ron looked down to his left arm, and found, with much disappointment, that he and Hermione's wrists were seemingly glued together.
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"What are they doing? I can't hear," Ginny complained.
"Well, I can't hear, either. Especially with you talking all the time. So shut up."
She slapped him lightly on the cheek, causing Draco to look at her abruptly and reflexively grab her wrists.
"Don't do that again," he warned, but somewhat playfully. The usual hint of malice wasn't there.
And Ginny--a mature sixteen year old young women--stuck her tongue out at him.
And Draco--yes, stoic Malfoy, that bastard--he laughed. A real, joyful laugh.
[A/N: I know, this chapter wasn't really funny. I don't really like it, but heck, who cares? I just kind of put it in here because, well....it seemed like a good idea at the time? I was just bored today and decided to write and I ended up with a somewhat random chapter. I haven't even read over this to see if it makes sense...
My apologies.
Oh, yes, and thanx to ALL those who have reviewed. Means a lot to me. Really. It touches my heart. I mean it. (what am I rambling on about?) j/k.
I thank the people have reviewed tho.
BTW, I don't know what going to happen next chapter. Spur of the moment thing, I guess.
Luv ya,
Silver.Tipped.Wings]
--What happened in the last chapter--
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?"
Chapter three
"This is serious blackmail material," Ginny whispered happily to Draco. "I'll have Ron off my back, finally."
Draco snickered. "Ron's been on your back?"
"No, I mean he'll finally have to stop scaring off all my boyfriends, ferret."
"I don't appreciate you calling me that, Weasel."
"Then don't call me Weasel."
"Alright, Weasel."
"I said to stop calling me that."
"Sorry, it just slipped out."
Ginny was about to open her mouth to say something to flare his temper, but was rudely interrupted when Hermione let out a moan. Immediately, Draco and Ginny once again pressed their ears against the wood of the door.
************************************
"Goodness, Ron, how much do you weigh?" Hermione squirmed beneath him. His 'ingenious' plan that involved the couch was for them to lie on the couch and Ron would roll off her (he had hoped gravity would work its magic).
"Don't worry, 'Mione. This will all be over in a second."
He attempted to roll off her back. The first roll was unsuccessful, as was the second. The third time, he used his feet to kick off the couch and...
It worked. He rolled off Hermione with ease (maybe gravity did work?). Ron leapt to his feet in glee.
"See 'Mione?" he gloated, "my idea worked!"
"Um, Ron?"
"What?"
Hermione tugged on his left arm with her right hand. "Look" was all Hermione said.
Though she had tugged on his arm, it wasn't because she was holding his hand. Ron looked down to his left arm, and found, with much disappointment, that he and Hermione's wrists were seemingly glued together.
******************************
"What are they doing? I can't hear," Ginny complained.
"Well, I can't hear, either. Especially with you talking all the time. So shut up."
She slapped him lightly on the cheek, causing Draco to look at her abruptly and reflexively grab her wrists.
"Don't do that again," he warned, but somewhat playfully. The usual hint of malice wasn't there.
And Ginny--a mature sixteen year old young women--stuck her tongue out at him.
And Draco--yes, stoic Malfoy, that bastard--he laughed. A real, joyful laugh.
[A/N: I know, this chapter wasn't really funny. I don't really like it, but heck, who cares? I just kind of put it in here because, well....it seemed like a good idea at the time? I was just bored today and decided to write and I ended up with a somewhat random chapter. I haven't even read over this to see if it makes sense...
My apologies.
Oh, yes, and thanx to ALL those who have reviewed. Means a lot to me. Really. It touches my heart. I mean it. (what am I rambling on about?) j/k.
I thank the people have reviewed tho.
BTW, I don't know what going to happen next chapter. Spur of the moment thing, I guess.
Luv ya,
Silver.Tipped.Wings]