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Weasley to Honeydukes, wouldn't you? Anyway, to flamers: flames are
welcome, as long as they're constructive (i.e. "You need to work on your
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Kerbi: No, I won't be able to fit margarine into every single chapter * frowns unhappily * but I'll try to stick it in whenever I can. Trust me, I'll find ways! I like bad-ass Ginny too, too many people are writing her like an innocent little girl. Obviously, after reading OotP, she's supposed to be more like Fred and George. So I'm trying to write her like a female Fred/George, only a little more contemplative. Thanks for the suggestion. No more Betrayed until Sunday? * whimpers pathetically * Nanashiri!
infiltrate the enemy fat kid: Glad you like it. I was afraid I couldn't do humor.
Blood and Daisies: I will!
Happy Snappy: I agree, he is too nice, but I had to make him like that to fit the story. I guess he just wants to get on Ginny's good side (although that's just an excuse.) Trust me, he isn't nice the whole way through!
Forbidden: Thanks so much for your enthusiasm! I do try to make my stuff stand out in the crowd (says the girl with a purple-and-electric-blue skater boy haircut).
Peaceoutgrlmehi: I agree, I was so glad when she started showing personality in OotP, I was afraid she was going to stay a Harry-worshipping mouse. (An interesting tidbit: I began spelling your screen name "peach" twice before getting it right.. Guess I'm just wacko huh?)
These kind, loving and wonderful people have been inducted to the Cult of the Arctic Coconut. (I love it the way I can say absolutely anything here and people will still read it because they want to get to the story! Then again, I suppose they could be skipping over this stuff. Noooo! They hate me! Boo-hoo-hoo..)
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Chapter Two: Draco's Victory
Ginny collapsed in an armchair in the Gryffindor common room, angrily remembering his slimy lips and crude advances. God, she thought, why on earth would I ever want to kiss him? I love Harry, not some disgusting Slytherin. Even if he does have white teeth. And pretty eyes. They're just there so he can grab girls and drop them like hot potatoes. Ugh, I hate him so much!
"Bad day, Gin?" Hermione sat next to her and looked at her sympathetically. "What's up?"
Ginny decided to tell her. Hermione had always been kind, and she knew she would keep her secret. "Promise you won't tell anyone, not even Harry. Especially not Harry."
"Of course. Was it Malfoy?"
Ginny stared. How had she known? Then she remembered leaving the hall with Malfoy hurrying to catch up. Hermione must have known he wouldn't leave her alone. "Yeah. He said he wanted to help me in Potions, which is a load of-" she glanced at a first year sitting near her- "trash. As soon as he got me alone, he started torturing me. You know the way he does it. Then I got fed up and punched him in the jaw, and he came back at me, only he didn't punch me." She shivered. "He held my arms and- and- and kissed me."
Hermione gasped, but let Ginny continue. "Then I bit his lip nearly off and got the upper hand, and told him if he ever tried to get me alone again, I'd do worse than bite his lip. And he just scampered away like-"
"A ferret?" Hermione queried, smiling a little.
"Yeah! Like a ferret. I don't think he'll bother me again alone, but I don't know what he'll try next. I'm sure he isn't finished yet."
Hermione's grin faded. She leaned over and put her hand on Ginny's arm. "Listen, if he ever tries anything like that again, you tell me, or a prefect, or a teacher. He could get expelled for touching you against your will."
Ginny nodded. "Thanks, Hermione."
Hermione smiled. "You're welcome."
Ginny was absolutely right in one respect. Draco wasn't finished yet.
That evening at dinner, Draco went over to the Gryffindor table again. He opened his mouth to ask Weasley a question, when Granger slammed her book shut, stood up, and growled in his face, "Don't you dare say a word, Malfoy. If I ever see you talk to Ginny again after what you nearly did to her, you're getting one of my hexes, and it's not going to be Jelly-Legs."
"What could you do to me, Granger?" sneered Draco.
"Just ask, oh, Zabini. He'll tell you." Granger smirked. Draco tried not to look startled. That was the exact expression that looked back at him from the bathroom mirror every morning. Maybe he should talk to Weasley when Granger wasn't around.
He went back to his own table. Blaise Zabini was chatting with Pansy Parkinson.
"Zabini?" Blaise looked around at Draco. "Has Granger ever hexed you?"
Blaise got a horrified look on his face, and ignoring Pansy, he grabbed Draco's robes and muttered, "Don't get on her bad side, you hear me, Draco? Stay away from Granger."
Draco glanced across the hall at Granger, who was still wearing that smirk.
"Zabini?"
"What?"
"Let go of my robes."
Ginny walked down to the Quidditch field three days later, carrying Harry's Firebolt. He was listening to his Triwizard egg and nodded without letting her finish her sentence when she had asked if she could borrow it. She mounted the broom and soared out over the grass. She flew low and skimmed the grass with her knees, her legs tucked under her, then straight up, hovering two hundred feet in the air. She laughed giddily, loving the way the Firebolt responded to every move of her hips and hands. She circled the field twice before noticing a lone figure in the stands.
"Malfoy," she muttered to herself, not bothering to look closer. She knew it was him. She dove down to where he was sitting. He had a pair of Omnioculars in his lap.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy? I thought I told you-"
"I'm not harassing you, I'm not fighting with you, and I didn't start this conversation, so I am still legally within my rights in the Weasley and Granger lawbook, am I not?" drawled Malfoy, his eyes glittering again. Ginny thought about it and realized he was right. He wasn't doing anything she'd told him not to. She glared at him and flew off without a word. The giddy feeling was gone, though. She couldn't have any fun knowing that he was watching her. Probably staring at her hair.
She landed in front of him again. "Why are you watching me?"
"Am I going to have to go to Pomfrey to get my lip put together again if I talk to you?" he asked suspiciously.
"Not if you keep your hands to yourself," she retorted. "Why are you watching me? And will you stop staring at my bloody hair?"
"Maybe if you said please."
"Please stop staring at my bloody hair." Ginny was actually having fun. He wasn't jibing at her soft spots or insulting her.
"And stop using swear words." He kept looking at her hair pointedly.
"It's your personality, it naturally calls for swear words."
"Ah! So you admit I have a personality and I'm not a sarcastic lump of ice?" He looked triumphant. Still at her hair, though.
"No, ice melts."
"I can melt too. You just have to have the right kind of flame."
"Like this?" Ginny waved some of her hair at him teasingly.
He stared at it hungrily. "Yes, exactly like that."
Ginny dropped the hair. "Too bad. This particular flame wants to keep burning. It might melt some ice later. If the ice is being nice."
Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly. Ginny could tell he was having fun too.
"Malfoy?"
"Mm?"
"Can you please stop staring at my hair?"
He slowly took his eyes off the fire lying on her shoulder and locked his eyes onto hers. She felt a shiver run up her spine. Then he looked back at her hair.
"Sorry. Your hair's much more interesting than your eyes. If you want me to look at your eyes, you have to do more than say please."
"What do I have to do?"
Malfoy shook his head. "You'd have to let me kiss you, and of course I won't do that, because then you'd bite my lip off, and do that something more you mentioned the other day, probably punching me in a sensitive place, and then after that I've got Granger to reckon with. She said she'll hex me if I say a word to you. Which of course I'm doing now, so if you don't mind, I'm leaving before she catches me and does a hex on me. All I know is it won't be Jelly-Legs."
Ginny shook her head too. "You wouldn't really stop staring at my hair if I let you kiss me, would you?"
"Probably not. But I'd try."
"There is no try. There is only do or do not."
"Pardon?"
"Oh, it's a- I mean, it's just something my dad says." Ginny had been about to say 'it's a Muggle thing' but she realized that wouldn't go over very well with a Malfoy. Strange, she had almost forgotten it was Malfoy. He was acting so... nice.
Malfoy laughed. Ginny sat up straight and looked at him, wide-eyed.
"What?" he asked.
"Oh. Nothing." He had laughed a laugh she had never heard before. She had heard a cold, hard, cruel laugh when he was tormenting other students, including her, but never this laugh. It was clear and happy. It was that laugh that made her wonder if she should try to melt him. Perhaps she had already begun.
Draco felt good. Ginny kept him on his toes in conversation, unlike all the other girls. 'Yes, Draco.' 'No, Draco.' 'Three bags full, Draco.' 'Oh, you're so handsome, Draco.' Ginny wasn't like that. He realized he was calling her Ginny in his mind. It must be because the name Weasley reminded him of her idiot brother.
"Hello, Malfoy, anybody home?" She was waving her hand in front of his face.
"Oh, sorry. Just thinking. What did you say?"
"Nothing important." She looked at her lap.
"Hey Weasley."
"Yeah?"
"Feel like melting some ice? Or is that classified as harassment in your rulebook?"
Ginny shook her head, smiling softly. "The flame needs to know that the ice can be melted before it gets too close. If it got too close and found that the ice wouldn't melt, the flame might go out. I don't want my flame to go out."
Draco put his hand on hers. "Maybe the ice is already melting."
"The question is, once it's melted, will it become a puddle of water?"
"No. I think it will take on a shape of its own," Draco murmured into her ear. He started to lean in, then pulled back. "I'm not going to end up scrabbling under the benches for a piece of my lip, am I?"
Ginny giggled. "Not if you're gentle. Not if you don't pin my arms down."
"No, I think I'll let your hands roam." Draco kissed her softly, then more passionately, then pulled back and felt his lips. "No chunks missing?"
"Nope. Well, I'm going to turn in." Ginny mounted the Firebolt and stopped. "Oh, and Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"The rules still stand. And I'm not your girlfriend." She soared off toward the castle.
"And good night to you too," murmured Draco. He smiled to himself. He had won the battle, but there were more to come. He was halfway to his common room when he wondered, 'Now where the bloody hell did she get a Firebolt?'
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Kerbi: No, I won't be able to fit margarine into every single chapter * frowns unhappily * but I'll try to stick it in whenever I can. Trust me, I'll find ways! I like bad-ass Ginny too, too many people are writing her like an innocent little girl. Obviously, after reading OotP, she's supposed to be more like Fred and George. So I'm trying to write her like a female Fred/George, only a little more contemplative. Thanks for the suggestion. No more Betrayed until Sunday? * whimpers pathetically * Nanashiri!
infiltrate the enemy fat kid: Glad you like it. I was afraid I couldn't do humor.
Blood and Daisies: I will!
Happy Snappy: I agree, he is too nice, but I had to make him like that to fit the story. I guess he just wants to get on Ginny's good side (although that's just an excuse.) Trust me, he isn't nice the whole way through!
Forbidden: Thanks so much for your enthusiasm! I do try to make my stuff stand out in the crowd (says the girl with a purple-and-electric-blue skater boy haircut).
Peaceoutgrlmehi: I agree, I was so glad when she started showing personality in OotP, I was afraid she was going to stay a Harry-worshipping mouse. (An interesting tidbit: I began spelling your screen name "peach" twice before getting it right.. Guess I'm just wacko huh?)
These kind, loving and wonderful people have been inducted to the Cult of the Arctic Coconut. (I love it the way I can say absolutely anything here and people will still read it because they want to get to the story! Then again, I suppose they could be skipping over this stuff. Noooo! They hate me! Boo-hoo-hoo..)
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Chapter Two: Draco's Victory
Ginny collapsed in an armchair in the Gryffindor common room, angrily remembering his slimy lips and crude advances. God, she thought, why on earth would I ever want to kiss him? I love Harry, not some disgusting Slytherin. Even if he does have white teeth. And pretty eyes. They're just there so he can grab girls and drop them like hot potatoes. Ugh, I hate him so much!
"Bad day, Gin?" Hermione sat next to her and looked at her sympathetically. "What's up?"
Ginny decided to tell her. Hermione had always been kind, and she knew she would keep her secret. "Promise you won't tell anyone, not even Harry. Especially not Harry."
"Of course. Was it Malfoy?"
Ginny stared. How had she known? Then she remembered leaving the hall with Malfoy hurrying to catch up. Hermione must have known he wouldn't leave her alone. "Yeah. He said he wanted to help me in Potions, which is a load of-" she glanced at a first year sitting near her- "trash. As soon as he got me alone, he started torturing me. You know the way he does it. Then I got fed up and punched him in the jaw, and he came back at me, only he didn't punch me." She shivered. "He held my arms and- and- and kissed me."
Hermione gasped, but let Ginny continue. "Then I bit his lip nearly off and got the upper hand, and told him if he ever tried to get me alone again, I'd do worse than bite his lip. And he just scampered away like-"
"A ferret?" Hermione queried, smiling a little.
"Yeah! Like a ferret. I don't think he'll bother me again alone, but I don't know what he'll try next. I'm sure he isn't finished yet."
Hermione's grin faded. She leaned over and put her hand on Ginny's arm. "Listen, if he ever tries anything like that again, you tell me, or a prefect, or a teacher. He could get expelled for touching you against your will."
Ginny nodded. "Thanks, Hermione."
Hermione smiled. "You're welcome."
Ginny was absolutely right in one respect. Draco wasn't finished yet.
That evening at dinner, Draco went over to the Gryffindor table again. He opened his mouth to ask Weasley a question, when Granger slammed her book shut, stood up, and growled in his face, "Don't you dare say a word, Malfoy. If I ever see you talk to Ginny again after what you nearly did to her, you're getting one of my hexes, and it's not going to be Jelly-Legs."
"What could you do to me, Granger?" sneered Draco.
"Just ask, oh, Zabini. He'll tell you." Granger smirked. Draco tried not to look startled. That was the exact expression that looked back at him from the bathroom mirror every morning. Maybe he should talk to Weasley when Granger wasn't around.
He went back to his own table. Blaise Zabini was chatting with Pansy Parkinson.
"Zabini?" Blaise looked around at Draco. "Has Granger ever hexed you?"
Blaise got a horrified look on his face, and ignoring Pansy, he grabbed Draco's robes and muttered, "Don't get on her bad side, you hear me, Draco? Stay away from Granger."
Draco glanced across the hall at Granger, who was still wearing that smirk.
"Zabini?"
"What?"
"Let go of my robes."
Ginny walked down to the Quidditch field three days later, carrying Harry's Firebolt. He was listening to his Triwizard egg and nodded without letting her finish her sentence when she had asked if she could borrow it. She mounted the broom and soared out over the grass. She flew low and skimmed the grass with her knees, her legs tucked under her, then straight up, hovering two hundred feet in the air. She laughed giddily, loving the way the Firebolt responded to every move of her hips and hands. She circled the field twice before noticing a lone figure in the stands.
"Malfoy," she muttered to herself, not bothering to look closer. She knew it was him. She dove down to where he was sitting. He had a pair of Omnioculars in his lap.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy? I thought I told you-"
"I'm not harassing you, I'm not fighting with you, and I didn't start this conversation, so I am still legally within my rights in the Weasley and Granger lawbook, am I not?" drawled Malfoy, his eyes glittering again. Ginny thought about it and realized he was right. He wasn't doing anything she'd told him not to. She glared at him and flew off without a word. The giddy feeling was gone, though. She couldn't have any fun knowing that he was watching her. Probably staring at her hair.
She landed in front of him again. "Why are you watching me?"
"Am I going to have to go to Pomfrey to get my lip put together again if I talk to you?" he asked suspiciously.
"Not if you keep your hands to yourself," she retorted. "Why are you watching me? And will you stop staring at my bloody hair?"
"Maybe if you said please."
"Please stop staring at my bloody hair." Ginny was actually having fun. He wasn't jibing at her soft spots or insulting her.
"And stop using swear words." He kept looking at her hair pointedly.
"It's your personality, it naturally calls for swear words."
"Ah! So you admit I have a personality and I'm not a sarcastic lump of ice?" He looked triumphant. Still at her hair, though.
"No, ice melts."
"I can melt too. You just have to have the right kind of flame."
"Like this?" Ginny waved some of her hair at him teasingly.
He stared at it hungrily. "Yes, exactly like that."
Ginny dropped the hair. "Too bad. This particular flame wants to keep burning. It might melt some ice later. If the ice is being nice."
Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly. Ginny could tell he was having fun too.
"Malfoy?"
"Mm?"
"Can you please stop staring at my hair?"
He slowly took his eyes off the fire lying on her shoulder and locked his eyes onto hers. She felt a shiver run up her spine. Then he looked back at her hair.
"Sorry. Your hair's much more interesting than your eyes. If you want me to look at your eyes, you have to do more than say please."
"What do I have to do?"
Malfoy shook his head. "You'd have to let me kiss you, and of course I won't do that, because then you'd bite my lip off, and do that something more you mentioned the other day, probably punching me in a sensitive place, and then after that I've got Granger to reckon with. She said she'll hex me if I say a word to you. Which of course I'm doing now, so if you don't mind, I'm leaving before she catches me and does a hex on me. All I know is it won't be Jelly-Legs."
Ginny shook her head too. "You wouldn't really stop staring at my hair if I let you kiss me, would you?"
"Probably not. But I'd try."
"There is no try. There is only do or do not."
"Pardon?"
"Oh, it's a- I mean, it's just something my dad says." Ginny had been about to say 'it's a Muggle thing' but she realized that wouldn't go over very well with a Malfoy. Strange, she had almost forgotten it was Malfoy. He was acting so... nice.
Malfoy laughed. Ginny sat up straight and looked at him, wide-eyed.
"What?" he asked.
"Oh. Nothing." He had laughed a laugh she had never heard before. She had heard a cold, hard, cruel laugh when he was tormenting other students, including her, but never this laugh. It was clear and happy. It was that laugh that made her wonder if she should try to melt him. Perhaps she had already begun.
Draco felt good. Ginny kept him on his toes in conversation, unlike all the other girls. 'Yes, Draco.' 'No, Draco.' 'Three bags full, Draco.' 'Oh, you're so handsome, Draco.' Ginny wasn't like that. He realized he was calling her Ginny in his mind. It must be because the name Weasley reminded him of her idiot brother.
"Hello, Malfoy, anybody home?" She was waving her hand in front of his face.
"Oh, sorry. Just thinking. What did you say?"
"Nothing important." She looked at her lap.
"Hey Weasley."
"Yeah?"
"Feel like melting some ice? Or is that classified as harassment in your rulebook?"
Ginny shook her head, smiling softly. "The flame needs to know that the ice can be melted before it gets too close. If it got too close and found that the ice wouldn't melt, the flame might go out. I don't want my flame to go out."
Draco put his hand on hers. "Maybe the ice is already melting."
"The question is, once it's melted, will it become a puddle of water?"
"No. I think it will take on a shape of its own," Draco murmured into her ear. He started to lean in, then pulled back. "I'm not going to end up scrabbling under the benches for a piece of my lip, am I?"
Ginny giggled. "Not if you're gentle. Not if you don't pin my arms down."
"No, I think I'll let your hands roam." Draco kissed her softly, then more passionately, then pulled back and felt his lips. "No chunks missing?"
"Nope. Well, I'm going to turn in." Ginny mounted the Firebolt and stopped. "Oh, and Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"The rules still stand. And I'm not your girlfriend." She soared off toward the castle.
"And good night to you too," murmured Draco. He smiled to himself. He had won the battle, but there were more to come. He was halfway to his common room when he wondered, 'Now where the bloody hell did she get a Firebolt?'
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