Silver Storm

By: Rosa Nicole

Chapter 2: Simple Silver Mechanism



Ginny Weasley waved good bye to her mother out the window of her empty train compartment. She sighed. Why is it I have no friends? Ginny had planned to talk to Draco on the trip to Hogwarts, but that might mean have a run-in with Crabbe, Goyle, and worst of all, Pansy. I'll just have to risk it, she thought. She slid out the door of her compartment and secretly began peeking through cracked doors and trying to catch a glimpse of Draco. She saw him in the first compartment. He was a prefect, but hadn't made head boy.

Ginny slid through the door and said casually, "Draco? A word?" Draco raised his eyebrows. He was already in the Hogwarts uniform, his prefect badge pinned to the front. Pansy Parkinson leapt out of her seat. "Get out of here you dirty Weasel!" Draco stood up and checked his expensive watch. "Down girl," he said to Pansy. She immediately sat down. Ginny smirked at Pansy as Draco stepped outside. "I'll just be a second guys."

As soon as they were outside, Draco dropped his cool, and easygoing tone of voice. "Never do that again Weasley!" he whispered harshly. "What would they think?" Ginny frowned. "Calm down Draco. It's not the end of the world to be seen with a pretty girl like me." Draco reddened. He resented her calm attitude. "What did you want to say to me?" he whispered.

"Let's go somewhere a little more..........private," she said grinning. Ginny started to walk to the compartment she had previously and beckoned for Draco to follow. He tilted his head back and rolled his eyes, but went in. Draco couldn't resist those smooth curves.

"Sit down," Ginny ordered. Draco hated being controlled. "I'll stand thanks, and you'll stand too." Ginny remained in her seat. Does he really want me to stand? Ginny thought to herself. Does he want me to be like Pansy? "Oh Draco," she began, "I had to walk all the way to the station. My legs hurt, so could you be a sweetie and sit next to me, so we can be at eyes level?" Draco shuddered. Sweetie? What the hell did she want?

"Wow!" Ginny exclaimed, "That's a beautiful watch. Where'd you get it?" she said, holding up his wrist to examine the watch more closely. Draco's wrist felt tingely from her touch, but he couldn't resist laughing. "No place you could afford to step into Weasel." Ginny looked hurt, and Draco regretted saying it. She dropped his wrist and turned her head toward the window while she composed herself again. When Ginny turned back to face him, she was smiling. she didn't expect an apology, but it would have been nice.

"I noticed what time it was on your watch. Were almost at Hogwarts and I still have changed into my robes. Would you mind looking the other way?"

Oh God, Draco thought, She's tempting me. This got him angry. He didn't want Ginny to feel that she had the power to make stare openmouthed, drooling. "I think I'll wait outside Weasel, in case I see something disgusting." "Have it your way. But before you go, you unzip the back of my dress?" Draco rose and placed his cold hand at the nape of Ginny's neck. She felt the hairs on her arms and back raise. Whoa! Where did that come from? Get a hold of yourself Ginny! This is Malfoy we're talking about here, she said to herself. Remember Ginny, it's all just a game. It's just a game.

Draco unzipped the dark purple dress revealing a strapless black bra. Draco tinged pink and turned the other way so Ginny wouldn't see. "Are you suuuuure you don't want to stay?"

"Positive, " said Draco uncertainly.

"See you at the feast then."

"You can look at me, but don't approach," Draco said seriously. Ginny laughed.

"I'm serious Weasel. I won't be this nice the next time."

"It doesn't matter, as long as I get to see your angelic face," she said sweetly. Draco knew she was teasing him now. "Shut up carrot top," he said meanly.

"My hair isn't the color of a carrot. It is the color of a ripe apple," Ginny said defensively.

"You just keep telling yourself that Weasel," Draco sneered.

"Well, Mr. Draco Malfoy, it has been pleasurable talking to you," Ginny said, and held out her hand.

Draco spit in it. "Charming, as always, " she said, wiping her hand on his shoulder.

He grinned and bowed as he backed out the door.

"Oh, one more thing!" she called out into the hall.

He turned. "Yeah?"

"Couldn't you say my name?"

"What?"

"Please....."

"Anytime Weasel, Anytime."

Ginny smiled as she reentered the compartment. Draco is mine, she thought evilly.