Chapter 7 It Had to be a Malfoy
Ginny ran back to Gryffindor Tower and stopped in front of the Fat Lady's potrait. "Sugar lumps" she panted, and went through the potrait hole.
"Ginny! Where you've been?" asked Ron, who had just defeated Harry again in another game of wizard's chess.
"Library…" muttered Ginny. Her face was flushed and she looked shaken.
"Hey, you ok?" asked Harry with a concerned look. "We saved some butter beer for you."
"Er, no thanks, I'm…I'm kind of tired, er, going to turn in soon." Ginny looked anything but tired, her eyes were usually bright, and she looked thrown off balance.
"Wonder what's up with her?" Ron said puzzledly, as he was Ginny climed up the stairway leading to the girls' dormitory.
Ginny reached her dormitory and flopped down onto her bed. "Merlin, I can't believe…my first kiss…oh, no, I must be out of my mind."
Ginny's mind drifted back to the encounter with Draco a while ago. He had caught her when she fell forward, and she had felt his hand on her waist, and her lips on his. She couldn't describe the sensation. It felt startling, and very sweet.
Ginny had never been kiss by a guy before, well, except for her father and brothers.
"But this is Malfoy, and to think my first kiss was given to a Malfoy!. It should have been Harry!" she thought dismally. But ah, you liked it, said her subconsicous slyly. And isn't he cute, Ginny, with those silver-blonde hair falling over his eyes when he fell?
"That's not true!" Ginny shouted. Her mind suddenly drifted back to the moment when she had been staring at those grey eyes, which had been wide-opened with what Ginny guessed had been shock. Suddenly, she giggled. She didn't know why, but the thought of Draco Malfoy with messy hair and a shock expression tickled her. And then she broke out into a chuckle.
"Oh well, he'll probably taunt me when I cross his path. Of all people, it had to be a Malfoy! Just my luck. That arrogant git!" groaned Ginny inwardly. She hoped morning will never come.
