A/N: It's ironic.I wrote this seconds after I wrote chapter two. This
chapter is, oh Merlin, 40 whole words longer than chapter 2! Wow! (Two
sentences.) And my dedicated fans are screaming 'YAY!' I'd like to take a
moment to thank all my readers for this D/G, slight H/G (but Draco gets
Ginny in the end), and slight R/H. I used to be a fan of H/H fics, then
stopped being a fan of them when I realised that in the books it was
eventually going to be R/H. So I said 'Why bother?' Anyway, on with the
show.
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Chapter Three
Smirks that say 'I Can't Stand You'
"I - can't - walk - much - farther - like this!" Ginny panted.
For the last half hour now, Ginny and Draco had been struggling to climb up the stairs, but they kept stumbling and falling over one another if one walked the least bit fast or slow. Damn these bindings Dumbledore put on our arms. Thank Salazar they're invisible or else everyone would be questioning what they were there for, Draco thought sulkily. Suddenly, without notice, Ginny's foot went through a trick step in the stair, making Draco fall along with her.
Okay, Gin, you're loosing your mind, Ginny thought. You're bound to your brother's worst enemy, your leg fell through a trick staircase, and Draco Malfoy is practically lying on top of you!
"I can't bloody move!" Draco said furiously.
"No shit Sherlock," Ginny said, lifting her head to try to peer down the staircase. She ignored the fact that their noses were just barely touching.
"Well, can you reach my wand? I can't, in this position. It's in my back pocket." Draco paused. "And don't even think about groping me, Weasley, even discreetly. Just grab the damn wand and give it to me."
Ginny tried to snort in disgust, but instead she made a choking sound. This boy sure has nerve.
Ginny had to arch up farther to Draco, to where their lips were a hairsbreadth away, and then Ginny still couldn't reach the wand. "It's no use." She grumbled.
"No?" said Draco, amused, raising an eyebrow. "You're just not trying hard enough. I won't bite if you lean forward more, you know."
"Mister Malfoy! Ms. Weasley! What are you doing?!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, alarmed, from the top of the stairs. "I was just looking for you, and I come find you like - like this!"
Ginny blushed purple and Draco looked indifferent.
"Her foot fell through the trick stair," he said. "We find it a bit hard to walk now that we are binded by the arm. I - I tried to reach my wand, but It's in my back pocket, and I can't move my arm like this, and - Professor PLEASE, please, please help us up!!"
Professor McGonagall, startled, said, "Oh, yes, sorry," and took out her wand to move them. She moved them out of the trick step, then helped them to stand up.
"I don't know about you," Ginny said, "But these bindings are already starting to annoy me."
Draco muttered something incoherent under his breath and started to follow Professor McGonagall to get their things.
~*~
When they had arrived at the entrance of their new (private) dorms, suitcases in tow, suspended in air and following them by a spell McGonagall had put on them, Draco and Ginny were both very tired. They had over-used muscles in there legs from falling down and getting back up repeatedly.
"This is were you will be staying," Professor McGonagall said, opening the doors.
The vision in front of them was like a cross between the Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms. It had Slytherin colors, but it looked cozy.
"I weep for the future," Draco muttered, walking over to a couch and sitting down on it, dragging Ginny with him.
Professor McGonagall walked in after them after getting their suitcases. "If you need anything, remember, just say the word, and I'll know you need assistance. Also, you should have been informed that you could be separated for one hour, three times every day. All you have to do is say 'Off Bind!' and you can move about freely, and whatnot." She sighed. "Alas, with the bindings on your arms, you will. have to share a bed."
Ginny almost threw up on the spot.
~*~
A half an hour later when the Professor had left, Ginny and Draco both said 'Off Bind!' at the same time. They began to unpack their things, change into their night-clothes, and brush their teeth, because they were neither in the mood for dinner.
Ginny glanced over at Draco, who was unpacking his things in the other wardrobe and trunk.
I wonder what it's like, growing up with virtually no family, and no laughter. I would die if It were me. How can he be so strong? He has a heart made of coal, and when he doesn't, he tries to act nice to get girls into his bed.
But I believe everyone has a little good in them. Some less than others, I'm sure. But with Draco. He can't be all that bad, can he?
~*~
Draco caught Ginny sneaking a glance at him while he was unpacking his tailor-made clothes. What did she want, anyway? Draco looked at her again. She was good looking. Nice body, no, scratch that, one helluva nice body, beautiful face, and vivid hair that made the over-all affect of her a sexy siren.
She must have a horrible life, having to spend time with all those Muggle- lovers like her father and people her father works with. I wouldn't want to be her. It would be somewhat nice to have people that care about you, though.
~*~
"Hey, slow poke, our hour's almost up. Are you almost done in there? I need to - go." Ginny said, knocking on the bathroom door, growing more impatient by the second. "Hellooo.Are you alive in there, Draco?"
She thought she heard a thud and a "What the -"
"Draco?" There was a pause, and for a minute Ginny thought he had been knocked unconscious.
"WHAT IN SALAZAR'S NAME ARE YOU CALLING ME?!" he shouted, opening the door. It looked like he had been changing in the restroom so Ginny wouldn't see him. Virginia. "Uh, I called you by your name, Draco," Ginny said happily.
"Never," he said, taking a step closer to her, "call me that again. My name is strictly 'Malfoy' or 'Sir' or even 'Lucius Junior.'"
He stopped, thoughtfully. '"And your name is either Virginia or little weasel, because I don't know what anyone else calls you."
"So this is like a 'do as I say and not as I do' sort of thing? Because you said that you can call me That's my first name."
"I am a Malfoy. I don't need a reason to do something. I just do it. Remember that, and we'll get along just fine."
"If we're stuck in each others company we might as well talk to each other civilly and call each other by our actual names, don't you think? Because I don't fancy being ordered around like 'Virginia, what are you doing?' 'Virginia, are break is almost over!' 'Virginia.Virginia.' I hate that bloody name! My name is Ginny! Can't you call me Ginny?"
"No," Draco snapped. He smirked. "I can't stand you, you know that, don't you? I will call you what I want to call you." He trailed off, trying to make a point. "And as far as I'm concerned, you can call me virtually anything you want!"
He lowered his voice threateningly.
"Just remember," he said, "never call me Draco again."
~*~
A few minutes later, after an uneasy silence, Draco's arm had been drawn to Ginny's again. "I guess the break has worn off," she said.
"I guess so," Draco said.
They strode as gracefully as possible over to the bed, which wasn't as graceful as they would have hoped. They fell a few times on their way there, though it was just a few feet away. Once at the foot of the bed, Draco didn't hesitate to pull her in with him.
She bit back a shriek until she realised that they were indeed going to be sharing a bed.
They got under the covers, and had a bit of difficulty getting comfortable, with the Binding Spell.
"What do you think about this whole thing anyway, Dra - Malfoy?"
Draco snorted. "It's a load of Hippogriff shit. Every bit of it. And it's all because of your idiot for a brother."
Ginny actually laughed.
"Thank Salazar it's a Saturday tomorrow," he commented, "we don't have classes."
"Thank Merlin," she agreed. "And, Malfoy?"
"Hmm?"
"Good night."
Draco's back stiffened at these words. He had never heard them before - not when said to him, anyway.
"G' night.Little weasel," he said gruffly.
And with that, they both fell into a fitful sleep.
~*~
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Chapter Three
Smirks that say 'I Can't Stand You'
"I - can't - walk - much - farther - like this!" Ginny panted.
For the last half hour now, Ginny and Draco had been struggling to climb up the stairs, but they kept stumbling and falling over one another if one walked the least bit fast or slow. Damn these bindings Dumbledore put on our arms. Thank Salazar they're invisible or else everyone would be questioning what they were there for, Draco thought sulkily. Suddenly, without notice, Ginny's foot went through a trick step in the stair, making Draco fall along with her.
Okay, Gin, you're loosing your mind, Ginny thought. You're bound to your brother's worst enemy, your leg fell through a trick staircase, and Draco Malfoy is practically lying on top of you!
"I can't bloody move!" Draco said furiously.
"No shit Sherlock," Ginny said, lifting her head to try to peer down the staircase. She ignored the fact that their noses were just barely touching.
"Well, can you reach my wand? I can't, in this position. It's in my back pocket." Draco paused. "And don't even think about groping me, Weasley, even discreetly. Just grab the damn wand and give it to me."
Ginny tried to snort in disgust, but instead she made a choking sound. This boy sure has nerve.
Ginny had to arch up farther to Draco, to where their lips were a hairsbreadth away, and then Ginny still couldn't reach the wand. "It's no use." She grumbled.
"No?" said Draco, amused, raising an eyebrow. "You're just not trying hard enough. I won't bite if you lean forward more, you know."
"Mister Malfoy! Ms. Weasley! What are you doing?!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, alarmed, from the top of the stairs. "I was just looking for you, and I come find you like - like this!"
Ginny blushed purple and Draco looked indifferent.
"Her foot fell through the trick stair," he said. "We find it a bit hard to walk now that we are binded by the arm. I - I tried to reach my wand, but It's in my back pocket, and I can't move my arm like this, and - Professor PLEASE, please, please help us up!!"
Professor McGonagall, startled, said, "Oh, yes, sorry," and took out her wand to move them. She moved them out of the trick step, then helped them to stand up.
"I don't know about you," Ginny said, "But these bindings are already starting to annoy me."
Draco muttered something incoherent under his breath and started to follow Professor McGonagall to get their things.
~*~
When they had arrived at the entrance of their new (private) dorms, suitcases in tow, suspended in air and following them by a spell McGonagall had put on them, Draco and Ginny were both very tired. They had over-used muscles in there legs from falling down and getting back up repeatedly.
"This is were you will be staying," Professor McGonagall said, opening the doors.
The vision in front of them was like a cross between the Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms. It had Slytherin colors, but it looked cozy.
"I weep for the future," Draco muttered, walking over to a couch and sitting down on it, dragging Ginny with him.
Professor McGonagall walked in after them after getting their suitcases. "If you need anything, remember, just say the word, and I'll know you need assistance. Also, you should have been informed that you could be separated for one hour, three times every day. All you have to do is say 'Off Bind!' and you can move about freely, and whatnot." She sighed. "Alas, with the bindings on your arms, you will. have to share a bed."
Ginny almost threw up on the spot.
~*~
A half an hour later when the Professor had left, Ginny and Draco both said 'Off Bind!' at the same time. They began to unpack their things, change into their night-clothes, and brush their teeth, because they were neither in the mood for dinner.
Ginny glanced over at Draco, who was unpacking his things in the other wardrobe and trunk.
I wonder what it's like, growing up with virtually no family, and no laughter. I would die if It were me. How can he be so strong? He has a heart made of coal, and when he doesn't, he tries to act nice to get girls into his bed.
But I believe everyone has a little good in them. Some less than others, I'm sure. But with Draco. He can't be all that bad, can he?
~*~
Draco caught Ginny sneaking a glance at him while he was unpacking his tailor-made clothes. What did she want, anyway? Draco looked at her again. She was good looking. Nice body, no, scratch that, one helluva nice body, beautiful face, and vivid hair that made the over-all affect of her a sexy siren.
She must have a horrible life, having to spend time with all those Muggle- lovers like her father and people her father works with. I wouldn't want to be her. It would be somewhat nice to have people that care about you, though.
~*~
"Hey, slow poke, our hour's almost up. Are you almost done in there? I need to - go." Ginny said, knocking on the bathroom door, growing more impatient by the second. "Hellooo.Are you alive in there, Draco?"
She thought she heard a thud and a "What the -"
"Draco?" There was a pause, and for a minute Ginny thought he had been knocked unconscious.
"WHAT IN SALAZAR'S NAME ARE YOU CALLING ME?!" he shouted, opening the door. It looked like he had been changing in the restroom so Ginny wouldn't see him. Virginia. "Uh, I called you by your name, Draco," Ginny said happily.
"Never," he said, taking a step closer to her, "call me that again. My name is strictly 'Malfoy' or 'Sir' or even 'Lucius Junior.'"
He stopped, thoughtfully. '"And your name is either Virginia or little weasel, because I don't know what anyone else calls you."
"So this is like a 'do as I say and not as I do' sort of thing? Because you said that you can call me That's my first name."
"I am a Malfoy. I don't need a reason to do something. I just do it. Remember that, and we'll get along just fine."
"If we're stuck in each others company we might as well talk to each other civilly and call each other by our actual names, don't you think? Because I don't fancy being ordered around like 'Virginia, what are you doing?' 'Virginia, are break is almost over!' 'Virginia.Virginia.' I hate that bloody name! My name is Ginny! Can't you call me Ginny?"
"No," Draco snapped. He smirked. "I can't stand you, you know that, don't you? I will call you what I want to call you." He trailed off, trying to make a point. "And as far as I'm concerned, you can call me virtually anything you want!"
He lowered his voice threateningly.
"Just remember," he said, "never call me Draco again."
~*~
A few minutes later, after an uneasy silence, Draco's arm had been drawn to Ginny's again. "I guess the break has worn off," she said.
"I guess so," Draco said.
They strode as gracefully as possible over to the bed, which wasn't as graceful as they would have hoped. They fell a few times on their way there, though it was just a few feet away. Once at the foot of the bed, Draco didn't hesitate to pull her in with him.
She bit back a shriek until she realised that they were indeed going to be sharing a bed.
They got under the covers, and had a bit of difficulty getting comfortable, with the Binding Spell.
"What do you think about this whole thing anyway, Dra - Malfoy?"
Draco snorted. "It's a load of Hippogriff shit. Every bit of it. And it's all because of your idiot for a brother."
Ginny actually laughed.
"Thank Salazar it's a Saturday tomorrow," he commented, "we don't have classes."
"Thank Merlin," she agreed. "And, Malfoy?"
"Hmm?"
"Good night."
Draco's back stiffened at these words. He had never heard them before - not when said to him, anyway.
"G' night.Little weasel," he said gruffly.
And with that, they both fell into a fitful sleep.
~*~
A/N: It's 10:15 PM and I'm beat. Goodnight! PLEASE REVIEW!!!
