Chapter three... for those of you wondering.... D/G romantic stuff will come later.... Thanks
ESN, Faye_Babe, Tigress and LadyBrannon for reviewing..... The next chapter will probably
come out pretty soon too because I am procrastinating on doing all my English reading work.
Sorry this one took so long to come out... I had done and I thought I uploaded it but apparently I
didn't lol... sorry.... On with the story
"Drakie! What are you doing with that slut?" Pansy screeched. Both Ginny and Draco cringed at the sound. "I demand to know who she is!"
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch, woman!" Draco growled back, standing up and pulling Ginny up with him, causing her to notice how he blocked her slim frame with his now muscular build easily. "What I do and who I do it with is absolutely none of your damn business!"
"But.. but... Draco... you and me... we.... we had...." Her confidence had vanished when she heard Draco's harsh tone.
"Once, Pansy.... I've shagged more girls then you can believe and many were better then you! Now don't tell anyone about this or some intimate photos will appear." He waited until she gave a skakey nod and left the cabin before closing the door.
"Malfoy, tell me what that w--"
"Shut it, Red. We're almost to the school, just forget anything ever happened, Red," he interrupted.
"Right, fine. I'll do just that. Now, if you'll excuse me --" Ginny exited quickly through the cabin door, leaving to find Seamus and Colin.
The Great Feast had come and gone, filling up each student to near bursting capacity. Ginny was sitting up her dormitory, laying awake with too many thoughts running through her head to even consider letting sleep overtake her.
"Just forget anything ever happened, Red." Damn it, Malfoy.... I can't believe you did this to me. I can't believe I let you do this to me. My first kiss, a Malfoy kiss. It was rather good, though. ACK! Shut up! I cannot think about this!
With that, she turned over, lit a lamp and pulled out a book, drowning her conscious with the thought-provoking writings of Women in War.
"Draco," a voice belonging to his dark-haired best friend acknowledged.
"Blaise," he returned with a slight nod of his head.
"How was your summer," his counter-part inquired.
"32," was his answer.
"Damn... I slept with 25. I'll beat you one summer," he threatened jokingly.
"Sure, you keep thinking that," he teased tersely.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just need sleep. Talk to you tomorrow." Draco responded, turning of the light. Blaise knew he wasn't tired, but Draco didn't feel a need to enlighten him on anything. It was hours before fell asleep, his mind being taunted by a certain red head.
The littlest Weasley grew up. She doesn't need my help. I wonder why I was asked to look out
for her. This guy is crazy. But, if I am going to look out for her, having her in my bed wouldn't
be a bad thing.
During breakfast, the owls swooped in, delivering letters from distraught mothers, missing their kids already. Mrs. Weasley never bothered with that though, she had decided long ago that the kids would be better of growing up without an overprotective mother. So, of course Ginny was a bit shocked when an owl dropped a letter, labeled 'Miss Virginia Weasley.' She opened it hesitantly and was pleasantly surprised when she read the length of the letter.
'Dear Miss Weasley,
As you may or may not know, you tested the best ever in Hogwarts in the subject of Potions with Professor Snape. I have had a discussion with both Professor Snape and your head of house Professor McGonnagall and we have agreed that you would benefit greatly from taking seventh year Potions instead of sixth year. We worked your schedule out as best we could, but you will also be taking seventh year Muggle Studies with the Slytherins. Both seventh year books will be given to you during your first class, seeing as it is too late to go to Diagon Alley. Congratulations.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry'
"Hey Gin, what's your schedule?" Colin asked eagerly. He looked over her shoulder and
groaned. "Moved up to seventh year? Now who am I going to make fun of Snape with during
class?" He demanded with fake sorrow. Ginny grinned and left the table. She wanted to owl her
mum straight away, smiling all the way to the owlery.
She was five minutes early to Potions, her first class of the day. Then the trio filed in with the other Gryffindors, never even noticing Ginny. The Slytherin's arrived and Snape took control of the class.
"I will be assigning seats this year, as always. This year the Headmaster has assigned the seats, relieving me of the task. A Gryffindor will be paired with a Slytherin, boy-girl." Ginny sat patiently in the back, waiting for her name to be called. Finally, she heard, "V. Weasley and Malfoy." The trio noticed for the first time that Ginny was in the class, theories were whispered from both houses as to why a sixth year was in the class and Ron turned livid with the idea of his little sister working side by side with a Malfoy.
"Well, Weasley, going to sit down?" Malfoy asked, the question dripping with his usual lordliness. Ginny took her seat next to him and untangled her eyes from the invisible bond with his eyes that seemed to be holding her prisoner.
"Thanks for the invitation, Malfoy. Who knew you were such a gentleman?"
Well, well. This is going to be an interesting year.
Ginny walked into Muggle Studies after lunch, thankful for a finally Malfoy-free class. She found out quickly that she was amiss in her presumption, as Malfoy and Zambini glided into the room. The pair sat in front of Ginny, waiting for class to start. When it did, they found that Dumbledore had again decided to arrange the seating. Much to Ginny and Draco's chagrin, they were seated next to each. Draco stood up and moved back to the desk that they were assigned to share for the year.
"Well, Malfoy, going to sit down?" Ginny said with a smirk hinting on her face.
When did she take my smirk?
"I think I will, Red," he breathed into Ginny's ear, catching her off-guard. Ginny was rendered speechless and Draco had gotten the last word. Draco had noticed that Ginny was brilliant in Potions, almost as much so in Muggle Studies.
Who knew she was such a know-it-all? Granger must be fuming at the thought of Red being
smarter then her.
That evening Ginny, Seamus and Colin were huddled in a group in the Gryffindor common room.
"I can't do this! Malfoy -- all year!" Ginny complained.
"Come on, Gin. It can't be that bad," Colin said.
"But what if I have to do all the work? I don't have enough time!" Ginny responded.
"Don't worry, Gin. Malfoy is higher the Hermione in potions and is second in Muggle Studies. Maybe third, since you moved up," Seamus encouraged. Ginny gave him a small smile, still unsure of how she was going to deal with Draco.
"Gin, think of it this way. Most girls would kill to be in your shoes. Smart, handsome Draco Malfoy's esteemed partner who he has to spend much of his time working with," Colin tried consolingly.
"Not helping, Colin," Ginny retorted crossly. He mumbled something that sounded like 'sorry' and Ginny went up to her dormitory to catch up on the sleep she missed last night. She figured that at least then she didn't have to think about Malfoy. Little did she know...
