A/N: *cowers* Don't hurt me. I meant to type this earlier, I really did! I promise. I have SOL's and finals to take care of this week so er.. don't expect any updates. This has to keep you satisfied for a while. Also, the writing style has changed, mostly because we're following Ginny instead of Blaise and Draco. Enjoy.
Ginny shuddered once more as she felt his eyes fall on her. She couldn't shake off the odd thing that had happened in the library. Malfoy couldn't possibly have meant what he was implying, could he? She was a Weasley. She was to be hated by the Malfoy family, not used as their pleasure toys. Weren't they supposed to walk across hot coals and into a pool of acid before even thinking about having sex with a red-haired weasel?
These thoughts remained in her head through out dinner. She refused to eat, even as her brother shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes and gravy into her face. It was bothering her too much. Something was up. She needed someone to talk to, someone rational, and someone who could read between the lines. She glanced around the table, hoping to see someone who would be the person she needed.
It couldn't be Colin- he'd run away crying from fear the moment she let the name Malfoy roll off her lips. It couldn't be Harry- he would be running to murder Malfoy before she could stop him. And what about Ron? Ginny choked in her pumpkin juice. Let's just say that wouldn't be the most intelligent choice she could make. No, there was only one person who could stand to listen to her raving about her newfound admirer and that was Hermione.
In her head, she made plans to corner Hermione after dinner in the girl's dormitory. She would sensibly sit her friend on her bed and unfold the events of the day to her. It shouldn't be that hard. Hermione was rational enough, she would understand that Ginny had no intention of taking Malfoy's suggestions seriously. Ginny gulped, at least that is, she hoped she wouldn't.
Hermione got up from the table ten minutes after Ginny made her decision. Like Hermione, Ginny pleaded exhaustion and excused herself from the boys. They didn't seem to care much, they were too engaged in a debate over which Berry Bott's Ever Flavored Beans were the worst tasting (Harry said Pig's Snot but Ron was fighting hard for Blown Chunks).
Walking up the halls, she noticed how loud her shoes really were. They echoed down the hall, slowly driving her insane with noise. She took three more steps before finally deciding that she didn't want to be mad before she had kids. When she started walking again, she was barefoot and there was a pair of shoes in a deserted corridor of Hogwarts School.
As she was about to turn the corner a thump alerted her that she was being followed. She turned around and was surprised to find Malfoy in her footsteps, shoes in hand.
"You dropped these," He said with a snarl. "Their probably the best your family could afford, I wouldn't want you to lose them."
"I meant to leave them there. They're shoes from the devil and deserved to be burned." With that she kept walking. She didn't even turn when she heard some awkward popping noises behind her. It was only with the smell that accompanied the popping noises did she spin to see what the hell he was doing behind her back. And with a sinking stomach as she looked at the pile of ashes on the floor, she knew she shouldn't have.
"What did you do?" She shrieked, bending down to finger the ashes.
"I burned them." He sounded quite proud about it too.
"WHY?"
"Because you told me too! They were from the Devil were they not?"
"I didn't mean it." With tears in her eyes, she gathered up the remainder of her beloved shoes and stalked off.
Draco watched her go, completely puzzled at the events that had unfolded. Did he not do what she wanted? She practically told him to get rid of the horrid shoes. What that not what she wanted?
Defeated, he slammed his fist into the wall. This girl was going to be harder then he thought.
*****
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, walking cautiously towards her sprawled out friend. She was immersed in a book and looked quite happy about it. Interrupting Hermione during a book may cause death.
"Hmmm?" Came her lazy reply. Ginny breathed a sigh of relief; at least she could live for another day.
"Can I er... talk to you about something?" Hermione looked up, judging if this conversation was enough to pull her away from the mysteries of the story she was reading.
"What about?" She patted the side of her bed, inviting the red-haired Weasley to sit.
"Well... there's this boy and he kind of... made advances?" Hermione smiled and willed her to go on. "And well, it's really odd considering that he's not supposed to like me."
"Because he's got a girlfriend? Don't worry, Lavender has this problem all the time. What you do is you act like a total pompous-"
"No, no, not because of that. He's just not supposed to like me."
"Are you going to tell me why? I can't help you unless I know every detail."
Ginny absentmindedly picked invisible threads off of Hermione's bedspread, refusing to look up as she mumbled, "He can't like me because he's er... a Malfoy."
"WHAT?" Hermione shrieked. She jumped about three feet in the air and landed with her ass on the floor.
"I told you he wasn't suppose to like me," She said as Hermione continued to hyperventilate. She waited for her friend to tell her what to do but Hermione seemed content to slip into a slight, shall we call it shock? "Hermione please, calm down! It's not that big a deal."
"Not that big a deal? What the hell is wrong with you that you think a MALFOY fancying a WEASLEY isn't that big a deal?" Ooook, maybe asking Hermione for advice wasn't a smart idea.
"Hermione, please. I came to you for help, are you going to give me some or not?"
She nodded, gulped twice and retook her place on her bed. "I know, I'm sorry. It's just Malfoy... and you and... UGH!" Folding her hands, she looked at Ginny. "How'd this happen?"
"Well, I was in the library and he bumped into me." Hermione snorted ("Typical of a Malfoy"). "And then he started talking to me about how I could sleep with him if I wanted to. Later, I ran into him after dinner and er... he burned my shoes. But the entire time, I had this feeling like he was trying in one of his sick deprived ways to get me to like him." She looked to her hands and grinned into them. "It was kind of sweet actually."
Hermione looked about reading to blow her dinner but for the sake of Ginny, she was trying to keep it down. "Well you know it's impossible. You two can't be together even if he was serious about you."
"You don't think he was?" Ginny asked calmly. She felt put down without meaning too.
Hermione actually laughed. "Of course not! Ginny, Malfoy's got his own little sick plan in his head and you're probably part of it." Upon noticing Ginny's face she added, "Oh Ginny, you thought he was serious didn't you?" Ginny shruged but Hermione went on. "You shouldn't have. Malfoy doesn't care about anyone but himself."
She was right, Ginny decided. Malfoy was the most conceited person she'd ever met. Still, it hurt. "Well thanks Hermione, you're right." She got up and walked out the door, smothered by her own thoughts.
*****
"Can I sit here?" Harry looked up to see a bright-eyed girl motioning to an empty seat in front of him.
She was gorgeous. Shoulder length brown hair, green eyes and lips to die for. Her voice was curious and polite, yet still unsure. Harry fell in love with her.
"Yea... yea, sure," he said as he scrambled to move away his books from her intended seat.
"Thanks." She carefully sat down and opened a book in front of her, ready to study intensely.
"I'm Harry Potter." Harry said factly.
The girl smiled and shook his outstretched hand. "Blaise Zabini."
