Ch. 3
Temptation
Life slowly returned to routine. Of course, the routine was slightly altered, but it was nice to have a little normalcy in her life for once. Draco and she were getting along fairly well. They bickered a good deal but had yet to have any major disagreements, like their previous one. Draco had never told Ginny what had happened to him that night, and she had not asked. It went unspoken between them that he was not ready to talk, and she respected that.
The clock struck nine, and Ginny yawned piteously. There was no way she was getting up this morning. After all, it was a Saturday. And for once, she didn't have any work for Madame Pomfrey to finish. Even Snape had left her no work as he would be away this weekend. He insisted that without his careful guidance, she would bungle the healing potions needed. So with all of this in mind, Ginny rolled over and closed her eyes.
She slept peacefully for several blissful minutes, but sat straight up when she heard a door slam. She lay back down and tried to fall back asleep, but all she could concentrate on was the noise outside: drawers opening and closing, silverware rattling, etc. Ginny got up grudgingly and plodded out into the main room, looking disheveled.
"Oy Malfoy! Think you could be a bit louder?" she called.
"Morning to you too, Sunshine," he said, thoroughly enjoying the look of irritation on her face.
"I'm going back to sleep. Try to keep it to a dull roar," she grumbled, moving slowly back to her room.
Ginny flopped onto her bed stomach first, whipped the covers over her head, and fell into a dead sleep. Ten minutes passed without waking until Draco dropped a pan. A furious Ginny Weasley hopped out of bed and bustled into the kitchen area of her rooms.
"What ARE you doing in here?" she screeched.
"Making breakfast." He replied smoothly.
"Really?" she asked, looking hopeful.
She leaned over to inspect his handiwork and was appalled. The eggs were burnt and had big bits of shell in them, the kippers were an interesting shade indeed, and there was a mess all over the place. However, two pieces of toast lay out perfectly done.
"Have you ever cooked before?" Ginny asked with an eyebrow raised.
"No."
Ginny snorted.
"Looks like we're having toast," she mumbled.
"What makes you think I'm sharing my toast with you?" Draco said with a smirk.
"Seeing as I know how to cook and you don't, I figured we could work out an agreement," she added slyly.
"Have a piece, will you?" he offered politely.
"Why thank you."
After breakfast, Ginny instructed Draco on cleaning charms, eradicating the disaster in the kitchen within seconds.
"So what are we going to do today?" she asked.
"You mean you don't have work?"
"Nope, Snape is gone this weekend, and Pomfrey decided to give me a break."
"Good. Do you have any idea how boring it gets sitting down here all alone?"
"You could always train to be a medic like me. Your potions scores were pretty high weren't they?"
"Like I want to be bossed around by Snape and Pomfrey for the rest of the year."
Draco's eyes contradicted his words.
"If you say so," Ginny said, smirking slightly. She paused a moment. "Well, you want to walk around?"
"Sure."
A few minutes later, they were strolling down the halls. They soon passed Peeves the poltergeist who was floating idly in mid air.
"Ooh, what do we have here? A Gryffindor and a Slytherin together?" he exclaimed. "My, my, what are things coming to?"
"Shut up Peeves," Ginny demanded.
"No, I don't think I will," Peeves answered with a resounding cackle.
Draco raised his wand threateningly.
"Spoil sport," muttered Peeves, floating away.
They walked a bit farther until Ginny exclaimed, "Wait! I know that passage. Fred and George told me about it. It heads straight to Hogsmeade!"
"Are you serious?"
She nodded.
Draco lapsed into thought.
He was sitting in a round oak paneled room filled with pictures of previous headmasters. In front of him, in the flesh, was the current headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had looked him straight in the eyes.
"Draco, you know what serious danger you are in, I assume? "
"Yes Sir. I do," he had answered.
"Then, you realize it would not be safe for you to leave the castle, especially to return home?"
He nodded.
"As long as that is clear, I believe we will be alright."
He had turned to leave.
"And Draco?"
He turned back around.
"Thank you."
He had simply nodded in acknowledgement.
Leaving the school would be complete disobedience. And yet, it was so tempting. In a word, Draco blasted his conscious with a semi automatic.
"So are we going to go or not?" he asked impatiently.
"We are going alright," Ginny answered, smiling mischievously.
"Dissendium."
AN: For lack of time tonight and because I want to work on my original fiction, this is where the chapter ends. To see what happens at Hogsmeade, tune in for chapter four! Lol. I'll update as soon as possible!!
Life slowly returned to routine. Of course, the routine was slightly altered, but it was nice to have a little normalcy in her life for once. Draco and she were getting along fairly well. They bickered a good deal but had yet to have any major disagreements, like their previous one. Draco had never told Ginny what had happened to him that night, and she had not asked. It went unspoken between them that he was not ready to talk, and she respected that.
The clock struck nine, and Ginny yawned piteously. There was no way she was getting up this morning. After all, it was a Saturday. And for once, she didn't have any work for Madame Pomfrey to finish. Even Snape had left her no work as he would be away this weekend. He insisted that without his careful guidance, she would bungle the healing potions needed. So with all of this in mind, Ginny rolled over and closed her eyes.
She slept peacefully for several blissful minutes, but sat straight up when she heard a door slam. She lay back down and tried to fall back asleep, but all she could concentrate on was the noise outside: drawers opening and closing, silverware rattling, etc. Ginny got up grudgingly and plodded out into the main room, looking disheveled.
"Oy Malfoy! Think you could be a bit louder?" she called.
"Morning to you too, Sunshine," he said, thoroughly enjoying the look of irritation on her face.
"I'm going back to sleep. Try to keep it to a dull roar," she grumbled, moving slowly back to her room.
Ginny flopped onto her bed stomach first, whipped the covers over her head, and fell into a dead sleep. Ten minutes passed without waking until Draco dropped a pan. A furious Ginny Weasley hopped out of bed and bustled into the kitchen area of her rooms.
"What ARE you doing in here?" she screeched.
"Making breakfast." He replied smoothly.
"Really?" she asked, looking hopeful.
She leaned over to inspect his handiwork and was appalled. The eggs were burnt and had big bits of shell in them, the kippers were an interesting shade indeed, and there was a mess all over the place. However, two pieces of toast lay out perfectly done.
"Have you ever cooked before?" Ginny asked with an eyebrow raised.
"No."
Ginny snorted.
"Looks like we're having toast," she mumbled.
"What makes you think I'm sharing my toast with you?" Draco said with a smirk.
"Seeing as I know how to cook and you don't, I figured we could work out an agreement," she added slyly.
"Have a piece, will you?" he offered politely.
"Why thank you."
After breakfast, Ginny instructed Draco on cleaning charms, eradicating the disaster in the kitchen within seconds.
"So what are we going to do today?" she asked.
"You mean you don't have work?"
"Nope, Snape is gone this weekend, and Pomfrey decided to give me a break."
"Good. Do you have any idea how boring it gets sitting down here all alone?"
"You could always train to be a medic like me. Your potions scores were pretty high weren't they?"
"Like I want to be bossed around by Snape and Pomfrey for the rest of the year."
Draco's eyes contradicted his words.
"If you say so," Ginny said, smirking slightly. She paused a moment. "Well, you want to walk around?"
"Sure."
A few minutes later, they were strolling down the halls. They soon passed Peeves the poltergeist who was floating idly in mid air.
"Ooh, what do we have here? A Gryffindor and a Slytherin together?" he exclaimed. "My, my, what are things coming to?"
"Shut up Peeves," Ginny demanded.
"No, I don't think I will," Peeves answered with a resounding cackle.
Draco raised his wand threateningly.
"Spoil sport," muttered Peeves, floating away.
They walked a bit farther until Ginny exclaimed, "Wait! I know that passage. Fred and George told me about it. It heads straight to Hogsmeade!"
"Are you serious?"
She nodded.
Draco lapsed into thought.
He was sitting in a round oak paneled room filled with pictures of previous headmasters. In front of him, in the flesh, was the current headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had looked him straight in the eyes.
"Draco, you know what serious danger you are in, I assume? "
"Yes Sir. I do," he had answered.
"Then, you realize it would not be safe for you to leave the castle, especially to return home?"
He nodded.
"As long as that is clear, I believe we will be alright."
He had turned to leave.
"And Draco?"
He turned back around.
"Thank you."
He had simply nodded in acknowledgement.
Leaving the school would be complete disobedience. And yet, it was so tempting. In a word, Draco blasted his conscious with a semi automatic.
"So are we going to go or not?" he asked impatiently.
"We are going alright," Ginny answered, smiling mischievously.
"Dissendium."
AN: For lack of time tonight and because I want to work on my original fiction, this is where the chapter ends. To see what happens at Hogsmeade, tune in for chapter four! Lol. I'll update as soon as possible!!
