Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Oh, and the song is Pennywise – Something Wrong With Me. You will probably see many-a-lyric from them throughout the story. I will try my best to make it relevant.
Date With Destiny
Ginny sat in her bed thinking of new and interesting ways to make Malfoy suffer. She had had only a few good ideas so far, but not many of those seemed doable. She resigned herself to this and concentrated fully on her CD player. Yes, she had a CD player, the one that Gred and Forge got her for her birthday and charmed so it would work at school.
...They're not too proud of me. They're not too proud of me!
I'm never gonna be, it's so plain to see you are not like me!
Look at what you've done to me, a product of society;
Confusion on your face is plain to see.
I can't stand your attitude. Think I'm lost, think I'm rude.
Your opinion's invalid to me.
You don't like my tattoos, how does this dishonor you?
Don't you know what's inside of me?
Sick and tired of all the lies,
When will you realize I'm proud just being me?
They're not too proud of me. They're not too proud of me!
I'm never gonna be, it's so plain to see you are not like me!
Yeah yeah, I can't believe, hopeless indecision's got a hold on me,
Yeah yeah, it's plain to see I'm a product of society,
there's something wrong with me
There's something wrong –
"Ron! What the hell are you doing up here!?!" Ginny yelled, surprised by her brother's not-so-sudden entrance. Her music was, in all reality, so loud that she didn't hear him come in, only felt him snap the headphones against her ear.
"What I am doing here is hardly of consequence! Now, what the hell were you thinking, snogging Malfoy?!" the over-tempered, over-protective brother shot back.
"Ronald Weasley! I am 15 years old and if I want to snog Malfoy brainless, I will! But, since you seem oh-so-concerned, I didn't kiss him. He kissed me!"
"Oh, is that so, then why - " Ron started, but was cut off by an explosion from upstairs. He ran off to investigate, as was his duty – he was head boy after all.
Totally unrelated, but good enough to know, the explosion was from the 4th year girls dormitory, caused by none-other-than the infamous Fred and George Weasley. The twins had sneaked in while the students were gone, and proceeded to try out their latest product from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
Back to the story, Ron left and Ginny was left in her bed, once again, all alone. But that's what you wanted, right?
Of course.
Draco was standing in front of his one and only friend. His mirror.
"Oh my goodness! Look at you! What happened to you, you poor dear?" the mirror asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"That Weasley, what's-his-name, Ron slugged me 'cause I kissed his sister. Ha. His sister's a good kisser, I should tell him that sometime."
"By the looks of you that isn't such a good idea." the mirror answered.
"Yeah, but the look on his face would be worth it. Buwaahahhahhaha!"
The mirror, who had been reflecting the boy's cold good looks since before he could walk, backed away, as well as a mirror can back away, and tried to blend in with the wall. Poor mirror, it didn't stand a chance.
Malfoy, in a fit of rage, and possibly insanity, picked up a book he had bought in Hogsmeade the previous weekend, and hurled it at the mirror.
"Take that, damn Weasley."
At that moment, Weasley, both of them, were on the common room couch, desperately trying not to beat each other senseless. Hermione and Harry were supervising the "conversation" and assuming the roles of bodyguards.
"Ginny, how could you do that? Malfoy is...Dear Lord he's a ferret! You can't just go around making out with a freaking ferret!" Ron was almost hysterical.
"I can do whatever I damn well please, and there is no way you, or any other member of the God-forsaken Dream Team," here she shot a look at Hermione and Harry, "is going to stop me!"
"Gin, don't you understand? You are my little sister! I can't just let you go around wreaking havoc, or as you call it 'doing whatever you damn well please' because I am responsible for you! Don't you get that?"
"What I 'get', dear brother, is that you are blowing this way out of proportion. None of this is your problem. Nor is it any of your business! So stay out of my life! I don't want to see you, hear you, or be forced into anymore Goddamned conversation with you! Got that?!" and with that Ginny stormed out of the Gryffindor common room, only to run into the very cause of her brotherly problems.
Draco rushed out of his room, for no reason other than to escape the nagging presence in his head. Something was telling him to go to the Gryffindor tower, and though he had no idea what it was, he had nothing better to do, so he made his way to where he thought it was. He didn't exactly keep tabs on those vexing do-gooders so he wasn't totally sure.
He was, however, heartened when he ran into a certain red-haired Gryff.
