Distracting Romance Novels
"Well, see you later Harry," Ginny said sounding a bit more than mildly disappointed that he had to go.
"I'm sorry about the tradition Gin." Harry wore a confused expression but waved at her in a friendly manner as he left the Library to meet Ron and Hermione.
She'd tried to explain the tradition of the Weasley females to him nearly five times before he understood (or at least claimed he did). Malfoy had been listening from his seat—obscured from their view—and had nearly jumped up and spelt it out for the blockhead.
Finally, when Harry had left, Ginny went back to reading her book. Yet again, she was so caught up in her reading that she didn't notice Malfoy walk up behind her. If she had, she would have made a break for it—possibly by jumping out the window just off to her right. Draco took this possibility into consideration and sat himself down at the seat just to the right of Ginny.
He opened up a book he'd snatched off the shelves and started reading. He silently wondered just how long it would be before she noticed him.
As it turned out, Ginny's book was quite enthralling and she didn't notice him. She probably wouldn't have if he hadn't asked her to borrow a quill. (Yes, he still had Tracey's but he was getting impatient.)
"Oh, yeah, sure," Ginny muttered but didn't turn away from her book. She reached down into her bag with her right hand and simply handed him a quill.
"Wonderful," Draco replied calmly and took the green quill from her.
The quill made some sort of squeaking noise and pricked him badly before hopping away and standing itself up on the table. It was obviously enchanted somehow. The quill seemed to study Draco for a moment—rather impressive feat considering it didn't have eyes with which to study him—and then started drawing frantically on a sheet of parchment.
Draco stared at the blank piece of parchment. He'd just planned on writing 'Look to your right Weasel' on it, but the quill had begun to do something far more interesting.
When the quill had finished it fell over and Malfoy picked up the paper. He stared at it for a moment before he realized what it had done. It had just diagramed the possible outcomes that could happen when Ginny noticed him:
Outcome 'A' was quite simple. Ginny looks up. Ginny drops her book. Ginny draws her wand. Ginny manages to throw him out the window with a spell.
Outcome 'B' was less comforting. Ginny looks up. Ginny drops her book. 'You must be broken'—the quill had written above the first picture just to mock Ginny's former doubt—Hell Freezes over. Ginny and Draco start snogging like the bad romance novel Ginny was reading.
Draco scoffed and leaned over to Ginny.
"I wonder," Draco started in his standard drawl and Ginny straightened up. "Does your stationary normally draw pictures of you making out? Or am I just a special exception?"
"You!" Ginny dropped her book and nearly fell out of her chair for the second time in one day.
"Sorry, my name is pronounced 'Dra-co' not 'You.'" Draco smirked and leaned forward just a bit.
"What do you want?" Ginny narrowed her eyes at him but his smirk simply grew more prevalent.
"I want many things," Draco answered haughtily and refused to let Ginny sit up without becoming uncomfortably close to him. "But currently I'm here to find out just what you've got planned."
"Planned?" Ginny asked sheepishly and stared back into his grey eyes.
"Don't play with me," Draco commanded in a light tone. "I've seen the real you." He announced and Ginny's expression fell.
"What makes you think I'll tell you?" Ginny asked angrily and glared at him.
"Because I can easily change that one simple question into blackmail." Draco answered simply and Ginny laughed. "I could just inform a few of the teachers about your little act."
"I doubt even Snape would believe you!" Ginny said, just a bit to loudly, and they heard a sharp 'SHH' from the direction of Madam Pince's desk.
"Oh really?" Draco asked and frowned at her.
"Yes, really." Ginny snapped back at him and pushed him away so she could sit up without him literally breathing down her neck.
"You may think you're good—."
"You must be joking Malfoy," Ginny laughed while she spoke. "I know I'm good. You, my brothers, and a few unnamed associates are the only ones who know I'm faking—and I doubt any of you could pick out when I'm faking and when I'm not."
"Feeling particularly arrogant today, Weasley?" Draco asked and suppressed his anger.
"Yes, I am feeling particularly Malfoy-ish." Ginny spoke with a modicum of distaste in her voice. But, rather than getting angry like she expected him to, Draco laughed. It was quite a snide, and maniacal laugh at that.
"It's not going to work." Draco told her flatly and she stared at him.
"What, pray-tell, isn't going to work?" She asked him and tried to resist the urge to show him her best right-hook.
"I'm not going to let you out of this date."
Ginny's eyes widened and she took on the same shocked and mildly frightened look she'd been wearing when he'd spotted her on the stairs trying to flee. He could tell she wasn't quite paying attention to reality any longer. She was trying to figure out how he knew and how she could manage to take control of the situation. Draco took the opportunity to further confuse her, though he didn't know why he chose to do what he did.
Draco leaned forward, put his arm around her back, pulled her forward, and kissed her.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ginny was absolutely thrown for a loop.
First off, he'd informed her that he'd figured her out. Secondly, he'd told her that her plot wouldn't force him to release her from the date. Lastly, he'd gone and kissed her intentionally.
The shock of the first two factors wore off rather quickly but she still had trouble with the third. Sure, she'd been kissed by boys that she didn't like before. Normally she just shoved them away and shot them a dirty look, but it wasn't that easy this time.
She could have pushed him away if he hadn't been such a good kisser. Scratch that. Draco Malfoy wasn't a good kisser.
He was a superb, wonderful, shockingly masterful kisser.
Ginny had no idea that kissing Malfoy could have been like this, after all the first time they had 'kissed' it had been accidental, this almost seemed planned.
Draco had his arm wrapped around her back and his other hand on the side of her head. She could feel the warmth and weight of his robes (in fact she was having a hard time thinking of anything else). His lips were firm and almost felt like they were burning her. His tongue, well—one can imagine.
Ginny was absolutely petrified—just as Draco had predicted she'd be. Her brain was going to overload soon.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Draco pulled away from her and smirked. Ginny's eyes fluttered open and she sat staring at him. He leaned back in his chair and was just about to unleash some biting comment when Ginny did something that not only broke character but also short-circuited her brain.
She was quite incapable of coherent thought for a while.
"Malfoy!" She gasped for air and grinned devilishly.
Ginny reached out at him and grabbed his tie ruthlessly. She pulled him forward with swift motion and pressed her lips on his. Ginny kissed him like a girl possessed, she tightened her grip on his tie and practically pulled him down on top of her, her other hand wrapped up around his head and rested on his neck, and her tongue…yet again—one can imagine.
Draco's mind reeled just as Ginny's had. His mind lapsed into short circuit much sooner than Ginny's had however. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss back furiously. There was almost no telling where all this would lead: death, dismemberment, or perhaps something more…sinister? Luckily—if it could be called lucky—they were interrupted.
"Ah! My eyes!" Fred shouted and fell back into George.
They stopped kissing and Ginny shoved Draco away instantly. She quickly ran her hand over her hair, and glared at the twins who'd just interrupted the best make out session she'd ever had.
"She's given him the kiss-of-death!" George stared in disbelief and shook Fred ruthlessly.
"Hold on…." Fred stopped trying to claw his eyes out and frowned. "I don't think that was quite right Forge…."
"You don't mean that this git was just kissing out sister of his own free will?" George meant that to sound threatening but regretted it almost the same moment he said it.
"What?" Ginny asked darkly and both the twins backed up.
"Um…." George tried to think of a response that wouldn't make matters worse but there wasn't one.
"I take it you two know what will happen if you tell Mum and Dad about this?" Ginny asked and leaned forward and started drumming her fingers on the table menacingly. The twins' self-preservation instincts abruptly overrode their big-brother instincts. They turned and basically ran out of the Library.
"Virginia Weasley," Draco said sounding positively smug. "Who would have ever thought?"
Most girls would have slapped him just because of his tone of voice. However Ginny, being both confused and angry, simply responded to Draco as she'd wanted to just a while earlier. She balled up her right fist, swung it around, and gave him a quick introduction to her right-hook.
Malfoy was thrown off balance. He fell back onto the table, slipped as he tried to regain his footing, and tumbled off onto the ground. He didn't get a chance to retaliate though. Ginny let out a frustrated growl, shot him a very dirty look, and stalked off with her bag and bad romance novel—which she promptly disposed of. (Darn book had caused more lapses in judgment….)
Draco stood up and muttered something angrily as he watched her leave.
He'd expected her to be shocked when he kissed her but she'd taken him off guard by kissing him. Malfoy's were never taken off guard. At first he'd been smug that he'd had that much effect over her, however that cocky attitude was quickly tossed aside when her fist connected with his left eye. Now he was simply livid. Her enraged growl had obviously meant she'd had a momentary slip in judgment and she really only kissed him because he was good at it.
Yet somehow the fact that she'd basically admitted he was a good kisser didn't cheer him any.
"Interesting…." Blaise commented in a sort of blasé tone as she walked up the isle between the bookcases.
"Bugger," Draco grumbled under his breath and ran his fingers through him hair in an attempt to straighten it.
"Well, it looked like you were having fun Malfoy." Blaise sat down at the table in the exact seat Ginny had been in just a while ago.
"What do you want Zabini?" Draco eyed her and she smirked.
"I could ask you that very same question." Blaise sent him an all-knowing look. "After all, even you were never that…frisky with any girl."
"Malfoys are not frisky." Draco replied stonily.
"They are when Weasley women are involved." Blaise looked like she was suppressing a laugh. Draco suddenly wondered just what Ginny and him kissing might have looked like from the 'outside'.
"Your subtlety wears on my nerves Blaise. What are you hinting at?" Draco asked and leaned against the table.
"I think she might be good for you, Draco." Blaise emphasized his first name. "Keep you on your toes as it were."
"A moment, if you would." Draco stared at her with a flat expression. "Just how many things are wrong with this statement Blaise? Ginny Weasley, Gryffindor head of the Potter fan-club, is good for Draco, still a Slytherin, Malfoy."
"Aside from your questionable grammar?" Blaise eyed him and rolled her eyes. "It doesn't matter Malfoy." She emphasized his last name as a way of mocking him and stood up. She picked her things up off the table, along with a green quill, and walked up to him.
"You might want to see Pomfrey about that eye." She smiled, malevolently, and shoved the quill into his hands. Then she just walked away and left the library.
She didn't explain why she'd handed him the quill. She didn't have to. It was Ginny's enchanted quill that she'd left behind. What had she called it… 'Home Stenographer?'
Draco just stared at the ugly green quill for a moment and then snapped back to reality. He'd better go do something about his eye, lest he be forced to explain the massive bruising that was already making itself apparent.
Author's Notes: I wonder if that kissing scene was a bit lame…. Oh well.
No worries folks, this isn't going to suddenly veer out-of-character and set up a mushy romance bit. (Not that I don't like the occasional mushy romance bit.) If anything the fighting is going to escalate.
The next portion ought to be quite fun.
But I must ask—
Question the first: Should I involve the teachers?
Question the second: Any song recommendations that you'd like to see in chapter?
Question the third: Do I really have to continue to post this disclaimer?
No, not Rowling.
P.S.: Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers. I never thought I'd have to many…I'm floored, honestly.