Thanks to all the reviewers! I hope I'm doing better. FYI, Draco is in the sixth-year, while Ginny is in the fifth. And I don't intend to use anything in OotP. It wouldn't work otherwise.





What Happened?




Chapter 2


The Aftermath




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Draco Malfoy, to the front please, Professor McGonagall said.


Draco sighed and made his way to the front of the classroom as his classmates filed for the door.


"You'll have detention tonight. My office at eight. Don't be late," she said. "You may go,"


Draco sighed. "Yes, Professor,"


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"Miss Weasley," Professor Flitwick said, as the class started for the door to go to lunch.


Ginny went to the front of the class, where Professor Flitwick was standing.


"Detention tonight, Miss Weasley," he said. "Eight o'clock, Professor McGonagall's office,"


Yes, Professor, Ginny said, then proceeded to the Great Hall for lunch.


Ginny arrived at the marble staircase just as Draco approached it from the opposite direction. hey caught each other's eyes briefly, but Draco turned away first. Since there was nobody in the hallway, Ginny called out to him. "Hey, Malfoy!"


Draco turned. "What do you want, Weasley?"


Ginny was surprised. 'Malfoy usually calls us "weasel" and not ever "Weasley"' she thought.


Draco was surprised with himself. 'Hell. Why'd I call her that for? And having a squirming stomach does not help, either. Stop IT!' he berated himself silently.


"Well?" Draco prompted her.


"Um, er, I was just wondering, um, about what happened, y'know, just now," she said.


"Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing had happened just now." Draco said convincingly.


"Okay. As long as you won't tell, I won't tell." Ginny said, started down the staircase for the Great Hall.


Draco muttered.


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During their detention that night, Draco and Ginny ignored each other, as usual. Professor McGonagall had assigned them to clean the Owlery. So as they started to work, scrubbing the floors, Draco, disgusted, suggested that they just use a cleaning charm.


Professor McGonagall didn't say anything about using magic, Draco tried.


Ginny was surprised, once again. I don't know. I mean, it might land us another detention, she said.


I've got loads of homework to do, Draco tried again.


Well, me too. Okay. You win. Ginny relented.





Draco's spell wasn't strong enough to clean the whole room.


Ginny laughed. You don't usually use household spells, huh?


Draco glared at her.


Ginny smiled, shaking her head. Let me do it, she said.


The Owlery had never looked so sparkling clean before.


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Somehow, with, of course, a stroke of luck, Professor McGonagall did not reprimand them on using magic to clean the Owlery. Perhaps, it was because she had given the fifth and sixth-years a fairly large amount of homework that day, and found it justified. Besides, it was at night when she told them to clean the room that gets dirtier by the second.

She did, though, demanded an explanation, so, the reasons Draco and Ginny gave was exactly the same to hers, and they also said that she didn't forbid them to use magic.


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So life goes on. Draco tries not to think of a certain red-haired girl, but somehow, every time he tries to sleep, he will dream of himself making out with her. Getting frustrated, he vented his anger on Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. They were so confused.


Ginny, on the other hand, tries no to think about a certain blond boy. She tries to block him from her dreams, but to no avail. Hermione Granger tried to find out why she had been so quiet the past few months, but, obviously Ginny kept her secret to herself. She was also getting frustrated, and keeps writing vehemently in her diary.


The secret was a secret, until Ginny's roommate, who was tired of her antics, had read her diary. Erica Forrest, Ginny's fellow Gryffindor fourth year, had found out of their encounter. Does this spell out...... LOVE?


And so, that friend of hers tried to make Draco and Ginny talk about their predicament. Ginny refused, and until Erica had threatened her with telling Hermione about it, she relented. Okay, I'll do it. You'll have to keep it a secret.


Erica crowed happily. I'll go talk to my cousin, he's in Slytherin, by the way, and I'll get back to you, OK?


Ginny nodded. Just make sure you won't tell to anyone.




Meanwhile, Draco's roommate, Jonathan, had noticed that Draco kept daydreaming, in class, although it didn't make much of a difference, since Draco had already studied whatever the Professor was teaching. So, Jon decided to pass him a note in Transfiguration class.


Hey, you're daydreaming AGAIN! ~ Jon

Not my fault. And it's none of your goddamn business ~ Draco

Come on, you can tell me, mate.

Sod off!


Draco hit him when Professor McGonagall had her back turned.


Ow! It hurts!

Good. It's supposed to.

You like someone, right?

Says who?

It's written all over your face, idiot.

Really? Am I that obvious?

Aha! You've admitted it! So who's that most unfortunate girl?

OK. OK. I give up. But promise not to tell ANYBODY.

I promise.

OK. Just make sure you don't tell ANYONE!

I PROMISE!! Just tell me!

All right, if you must know, it's a Gryffindor.




Jonathan read the last reply Draco gave him, and fell off his chair. All of their classmates turned to look at him. Professor McGonagall asked, Is everything all right, Mr Irasmus?


Jon quickly stood and righted his chair. The parchment containing their notes was already in his pocket. Nothing, Professor. Sorry. he said, and sat down.


Professor McGonagall continued teaching.


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Yeah! Finally got it done. Have a wait for the next chappie. Any suggestions on anything? So Review!!!

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