Summary: Ginny is tired of everyone trying to protect her. Ron, Harry,
Draco?
Disclaimer: If ruled Harry Potter.
Imagine that, imagine that, imagine that.
I'd free all the elves.
I love 'em, love 'em baybayayay.
(*just a little fugees to start things off*)
A/N: If it's getting a little too slow for you guys (* by slow I mean plot*) forgive me I get writer's block then my muse always finds me in the end. The story is already complete, but please bear with me and keep reading. Get started.
Chapter 10: The Friendship Begins
Draco paced back and forth. It was 9:06 and Ginny hadn't shown. She had been late before, but that was when he initiated the meeting. When he turned around the last time, he spotted her coming towards him looking flushed.
"Sorry. Lost track of time." She laughed breathlessly. "Quick. In here." She grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. Draco immediately smiled at this sudden contact. Ginny hadn't noticed however, and kept walking. When they entered, a shrill voice pierced the air and Ginny let go of his hand. Draco was tempted to grab it again, but he thought twice and let his fall limply to his side.
"Ginny! You're not supposed to bring a BOY in here!" Myrtle shrieked. "How could you?"
"Oh pipe down Myrtle! If you don't like it, go spy on some prefects." Ginny said simply. Draco snorted when Myrtle began to sob and bawl then made her exit, via commode.
"Privacy at last. I can apologize later. So." She started. Ginny thought for a moment then decided it was best no to beat around the bush. "I trust you as you know. I don't know why, but I do. Wow. As incomprehensible as it sounds a Weasley trusts a Malfoy." Ginny stopped, waiting for Draco to speak but he didn't so she continued. "I don't know if you know but, your father gave me a diary my first year. That day in Flourish and Blotts. It had Voldermort's teen spirit in it or some thing. The more I wrote the weaker I became, and the easier it got for To- Voldermort to control me. I was in the Chamber of Secrets. I barely made it out alive, but Har-. I- I- hate your father." Draco's ears twitched at that word. 'Hate.' He nearly flinched when she said it. She wasn't allowed to hate. She was too fragile and innocent (*or so he thought*) to hate anything. Draco didn't know his legs carried him over to her. He didn't realize he was hugging Ginny Weasley.
"I'm so sorry." He said. His voice sounded dramatically truthful. Ginny struggled not to laugh. Draco "I'm-to-good-for-you" Malfoy was trying to console her. "I'm so sorry." He said again. She put one arm on his back and patted him gently.
"It's okay." She said soothingly. "You didn't know. Besides, I can't blame you for your father's actions." She let him go, then looked down. She muttered. "So I'll try to be nice to you. Not exclusively, just in passing, basic civility."
"Fine by me." Draco said smirking. "So, do you want to shag now, or shag later?" Ginny looked shocked then quickly outraged. "Only joking."
"You know Malfoy, you are what the French call: Le idiot grand."
"Merci beacoup, madame." Draco replied. "So you're more deft than I thought. French is a difficult language."
"I don't know much. The only other thing I can say is: 'Je suis Jolie'." "I got news for you, tu ne jolie pas." Draco thought for a moment Ginny didn't understand, but removed the thought, when Ginny back handed his head. They laughed and joked all the way to the Gryffindor portrait hole. "Well, here I am." Ginny said. "Bon hui, ma belle." Draco grinned. "Good night yourself." Ginny replied. She couldn't help but grin also. Before she entered she said: "You know Malfoy, you're quite alright." He smirked. Not a smug conceited one, but a genuine half smile one. When he walked away, Ginny looked at her watch. 11:42 Not too late. She thought. But unfortunately, like in most cases, Ginny spoke too soon. Seated in the common room, were Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
A/N: The French translations:
Le idiot grand= A big idiot Merci beacoup madame= thanks a lot lady Je suis jolie= I am pretty Tu ne jolie pas= you are not pretty Bon hui ma belle= good night my beauty
I am not good at French, but this is pretty much right. I am currently writing another story. The next one will be more humorous. I already finished writing this story so be patient I will update at least every 3 days.
Luv ya lots! -- -- -- -- -- aMaKa
Disclaimer: If ruled Harry Potter.
Imagine that, imagine that, imagine that.
I'd free all the elves.
I love 'em, love 'em baybayayay.
(*just a little fugees to start things off*)
A/N: If it's getting a little too slow for you guys (* by slow I mean plot*) forgive me I get writer's block then my muse always finds me in the end. The story is already complete, but please bear with me and keep reading. Get started.
Chapter 10: The Friendship Begins
Draco paced back and forth. It was 9:06 and Ginny hadn't shown. She had been late before, but that was when he initiated the meeting. When he turned around the last time, he spotted her coming towards him looking flushed.
"Sorry. Lost track of time." She laughed breathlessly. "Quick. In here." She grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. Draco immediately smiled at this sudden contact. Ginny hadn't noticed however, and kept walking. When they entered, a shrill voice pierced the air and Ginny let go of his hand. Draco was tempted to grab it again, but he thought twice and let his fall limply to his side.
"Ginny! You're not supposed to bring a BOY in here!" Myrtle shrieked. "How could you?"
"Oh pipe down Myrtle! If you don't like it, go spy on some prefects." Ginny said simply. Draco snorted when Myrtle began to sob and bawl then made her exit, via commode.
"Privacy at last. I can apologize later. So." She started. Ginny thought for a moment then decided it was best no to beat around the bush. "I trust you as you know. I don't know why, but I do. Wow. As incomprehensible as it sounds a Weasley trusts a Malfoy." Ginny stopped, waiting for Draco to speak but he didn't so she continued. "I don't know if you know but, your father gave me a diary my first year. That day in Flourish and Blotts. It had Voldermort's teen spirit in it or some thing. The more I wrote the weaker I became, and the easier it got for To- Voldermort to control me. I was in the Chamber of Secrets. I barely made it out alive, but Har-. I- I- hate your father." Draco's ears twitched at that word. 'Hate.' He nearly flinched when she said it. She wasn't allowed to hate. She was too fragile and innocent (*or so he thought*) to hate anything. Draco didn't know his legs carried him over to her. He didn't realize he was hugging Ginny Weasley.
"I'm so sorry." He said. His voice sounded dramatically truthful. Ginny struggled not to laugh. Draco "I'm-to-good-for-you" Malfoy was trying to console her. "I'm so sorry." He said again. She put one arm on his back and patted him gently.
"It's okay." She said soothingly. "You didn't know. Besides, I can't blame you for your father's actions." She let him go, then looked down. She muttered. "So I'll try to be nice to you. Not exclusively, just in passing, basic civility."
"Fine by me." Draco said smirking. "So, do you want to shag now, or shag later?" Ginny looked shocked then quickly outraged. "Only joking."
"You know Malfoy, you are what the French call: Le idiot grand."
"Merci beacoup, madame." Draco replied. "So you're more deft than I thought. French is a difficult language."
"I don't know much. The only other thing I can say is: 'Je suis Jolie'." "I got news for you, tu ne jolie pas." Draco thought for a moment Ginny didn't understand, but removed the thought, when Ginny back handed his head. They laughed and joked all the way to the Gryffindor portrait hole. "Well, here I am." Ginny said. "Bon hui, ma belle." Draco grinned. "Good night yourself." Ginny replied. She couldn't help but grin also. Before she entered she said: "You know Malfoy, you're quite alright." He smirked. Not a smug conceited one, but a genuine half smile one. When he walked away, Ginny looked at her watch. 11:42 Not too late. She thought. But unfortunately, like in most cases, Ginny spoke too soon. Seated in the common room, were Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
A/N: The French translations:
Le idiot grand= A big idiot Merci beacoup madame= thanks a lot lady Je suis jolie= I am pretty Tu ne jolie pas= you are not pretty Bon hui ma belle= good night my beauty
I am not good at French, but this is pretty much right. I am currently writing another story. The next one will be more humorous. I already finished writing this story so be patient I will update at least every 3 days.
Luv ya lots! -- -- -- -- -- aMaKa