Broken Flagstones
"Draco."
"What?"
"You're sitting on my robe."
"Oh."
Ginny stared at him for a moment. She placed her hands on her hips and put all the anger she could muster into that stare.
"Are you going to move?"
"Only if I have to."
Draco and Ginny were sitting on Draco's bed in the Slytherin dungeons. It was the 7th year of school for Draco, and sneaking into other houses dormitories was the 'in' thing. Basically because the older you are, the more you want to cheat the system. At this point in time, Draco was cheating Ginny's system, and sitting on her robe, whilst she was trying to put it on. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't working.
"Draco."
"Yes, my dear?"
"One: stop being a patronising git, and two: get off my cloak."
Draco reluctantly moved. Ginny smiled, and pecked him on the cheek, before picking up the red robe from where Draco had just been sitting, and putting it on. Draco stood up, and before long, they were both held in the power of a kiss.
After a while, Ginny decided to breathe.
"Very nice. But I really need to go. I've got a band practise in half an hour."
"I'll come with you. I can annoy your little Gryffindor friends and see you at the same time." Draco grinned cheerily.
Ginny raised her eyebrows, a smile playing on her lips. "Well, you'll need to wait outside the Gryffindor common room for me while I get my flute. I don't imagine they would appreciate you just walking in."
"Naturally. Would I do otherwise?" Draco put his arm round her, and, after picking up his own cloak, guided her out of his room into the Slytherin common room. Some sneers came from high armchairs, and some evil stares from the girls who had once been rivals. Now they were just occasional problems, who sometimes made pathetic attempts to force Ginny away from Draco.
Whilst they were walking up the wide marble stairs in the Hall, Ginny noticed some titters from people behind her. She stopped.
"Draco."
"Yes, my angel of music?"
"What have you done?"
"Nothing."
Ginny raised her eyebrows again. Taking off her robe to expose a white top and blue jeans, she twisted it round. She read the words on the back of her cloak aloud.
"'Draco's. Hand's off.' Well. There's not much to say to that." She put on the robe again, and turned to face Draco. "Fair enough. But now I get to do the same." Taking Draco by the shoulders, she turned him round. Flourishing her wand, she thought for a moment. Finally she aimed her wand at his back, and muttered something. Sparks shot out of the end of the wand, and wrote on his back: Ginny's. Hands off.
"Not very original, Gin." Draco grinned at his girlfriend.
Ginny smiled back. "I love you, Draco Malfoy." Moving towards him, she lifted her head up to kiss him. He saw it coming and leant forward to embrace her. As they touched each other, sparks and heart-shaped bubbles issued from their robes. Some 3rd year girls who were walking past were suddenly in a fit of giggles, and they weren't the only ones. Some junior prefects were completely bemused by the whole thing. They were in a bit of a dilemma - after all, one of the culprits was 2 years older than them, and the other was in the year above. Fortunately, the sudden sparks had caused Draco to break away, and he was now looking at Ginny with a bit of respect.
"OK, maybe not so original."
Ginny smiled again, and set off serenely up the stairs. Draco followed her, gently pushing his hand into hers as he caught up.
"Draco."
"What?"
"You're sitting on my robe."
"Oh."
Ginny stared at him for a moment. She placed her hands on her hips and put all the anger she could muster into that stare.
"Are you going to move?"
"Only if I have to."
Draco and Ginny were sitting on Draco's bed in the Slytherin dungeons. It was the 7th year of school for Draco, and sneaking into other houses dormitories was the 'in' thing. Basically because the older you are, the more you want to cheat the system. At this point in time, Draco was cheating Ginny's system, and sitting on her robe, whilst she was trying to put it on. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't working.
"Draco."
"Yes, my dear?"
"One: stop being a patronising git, and two: get off my cloak."
Draco reluctantly moved. Ginny smiled, and pecked him on the cheek, before picking up the red robe from where Draco had just been sitting, and putting it on. Draco stood up, and before long, they were both held in the power of a kiss.
After a while, Ginny decided to breathe.
"Very nice. But I really need to go. I've got a band practise in half an hour."
"I'll come with you. I can annoy your little Gryffindor friends and see you at the same time." Draco grinned cheerily.
Ginny raised her eyebrows, a smile playing on her lips. "Well, you'll need to wait outside the Gryffindor common room for me while I get my flute. I don't imagine they would appreciate you just walking in."
"Naturally. Would I do otherwise?" Draco put his arm round her, and, after picking up his own cloak, guided her out of his room into the Slytherin common room. Some sneers came from high armchairs, and some evil stares from the girls who had once been rivals. Now they were just occasional problems, who sometimes made pathetic attempts to force Ginny away from Draco.
Whilst they were walking up the wide marble stairs in the Hall, Ginny noticed some titters from people behind her. She stopped.
"Draco."
"Yes, my angel of music?"
"What have you done?"
"Nothing."
Ginny raised her eyebrows again. Taking off her robe to expose a white top and blue jeans, she twisted it round. She read the words on the back of her cloak aloud.
"'Draco's. Hand's off.' Well. There's not much to say to that." She put on the robe again, and turned to face Draco. "Fair enough. But now I get to do the same." Taking Draco by the shoulders, she turned him round. Flourishing her wand, she thought for a moment. Finally she aimed her wand at his back, and muttered something. Sparks shot out of the end of the wand, and wrote on his back: Ginny's. Hands off.
"Not very original, Gin." Draco grinned at his girlfriend.
Ginny smiled back. "I love you, Draco Malfoy." Moving towards him, she lifted her head up to kiss him. He saw it coming and leant forward to embrace her. As they touched each other, sparks and heart-shaped bubbles issued from their robes. Some 3rd year girls who were walking past were suddenly in a fit of giggles, and they weren't the only ones. Some junior prefects were completely bemused by the whole thing. They were in a bit of a dilemma - after all, one of the culprits was 2 years older than them, and the other was in the year above. Fortunately, the sudden sparks had caused Draco to break away, and he was now looking at Ginny with a bit of respect.
"OK, maybe not so original."
Ginny smiled again, and set off serenely up the stairs. Draco followed her, gently pushing his hand into hers as he caught up.