DISCLAIMER: Yup, same old, same old, I don't own J.K.
Rowling.....oops, I mean, I don't own Harry Potter or any of those lovely
characters, EVEN Draco Malfoy who I WISH I owned, because then I could make
him do whatever I want in those books, because he's so HOT and all those
good things...oooh [falls over and faints] anyway!
Chapter Two: That Git
It turned out that Ginny was wrong. No one could face Transfiguration with the Slytherins, except maybe if that person was a Slytherin too.
She almost didn't bother to get out of bed that morning, but she forced herself to shower and put some makeup on, because she was going to see Harry at breakfast. He still hadn't snogged her, but maybe that had something to do with the fact that they had only been going out for one day....she wandered down the staircase and sleepily poured herself some orange juice, trying not to notice Hermione sitting on Ron's lap and talking animatedly to him. "Not at the breakfast table, PLEASE...." she muttered under her breath.
When Harry came down and sat next to her, though, she smiled up at him like she didn't see Ron and Hermione across the table. She hoped he wouldn't, either, because she was too damn sleepy to sit on someone's lap. Thankfully he made no suggestion of that sort.
And then she realized that she hadn't told Harry - OR Hermione - that she had Transfiguration with the Slytherins. Damn. It could wait, because she just didn't want to think about it at ALL. She wondered idly what Ron's reaction would be. Or Harry's, for that matter. But never mind Harry, she didn't want to be around when Ron heard the news. Maybe she'd tell Hermione...she'd probably congratulate Ginny on it, she was so obsessed with school, and then she could tell Ron sometime when they were making out....when Ginny was NOT present. Ginny didn't enjoy watching other people snog, although *some* people seemed to think she did.
Ginny pulled away from the table in disgust, waving goodbye to Harry and entering the hallway. She barely saw Harry get up from the table and follow. In the hallway, she leaned against the wall until Harry entered. She grinned halfheartedly and linked arms with him. He smiled back at her. "What've you got next?"
She had to tell him NOW?
"Transfiguration...what've you got?" she asked quickly, trying to change the subject.
"You can't have Transfiguration, the Slytherin sixth-years have it now..." he informed her.
"Yeah, well...er, I've been promoted to sixth-year Transfiguration, and, believe me, I'd much rather be in your class, but McGonagall's only been able to fit me in with the Slytherins...don't look at me like that, Harry! It's not as though I had any choice!"
He gritted his teeth. "That git Malfoy's in that class." She could see his hands ball into fists.
"Yeah, Malfoy really is a git," she said loudly, trying to pacify him. "I'll throw a few books at him for you, all right? Now I've got to go to class, love you, bye." She started to walk away but felt him pull her gently back. "What?"
"Just...this." He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, watching the smile come over her face as he did. He kissed her again, and she wanted nothing more than to stay in that hallway for all of eternity, but she could hear people coming in from the other direction, and she had to get to class. "Protection against Slytherins."
She laughed, gave him a quick one-armed hug, picked up her books and dashed down the hallway to Transfiguration. She had a couple of quills she could chuck at Malfoy today. That git.
Chapter Two: That Git
It turned out that Ginny was wrong. No one could face Transfiguration with the Slytherins, except maybe if that person was a Slytherin too.
She almost didn't bother to get out of bed that morning, but she forced herself to shower and put some makeup on, because she was going to see Harry at breakfast. He still hadn't snogged her, but maybe that had something to do with the fact that they had only been going out for one day....she wandered down the staircase and sleepily poured herself some orange juice, trying not to notice Hermione sitting on Ron's lap and talking animatedly to him. "Not at the breakfast table, PLEASE...." she muttered under her breath.
When Harry came down and sat next to her, though, she smiled up at him like she didn't see Ron and Hermione across the table. She hoped he wouldn't, either, because she was too damn sleepy to sit on someone's lap. Thankfully he made no suggestion of that sort.
And then she realized that she hadn't told Harry - OR Hermione - that she had Transfiguration with the Slytherins. Damn. It could wait, because she just didn't want to think about it at ALL. She wondered idly what Ron's reaction would be. Or Harry's, for that matter. But never mind Harry, she didn't want to be around when Ron heard the news. Maybe she'd tell Hermione...she'd probably congratulate Ginny on it, she was so obsessed with school, and then she could tell Ron sometime when they were making out....when Ginny was NOT present. Ginny didn't enjoy watching other people snog, although *some* people seemed to think she did.
Ginny pulled away from the table in disgust, waving goodbye to Harry and entering the hallway. She barely saw Harry get up from the table and follow. In the hallway, she leaned against the wall until Harry entered. She grinned halfheartedly and linked arms with him. He smiled back at her. "What've you got next?"
She had to tell him NOW?
"Transfiguration...what've you got?" she asked quickly, trying to change the subject.
"You can't have Transfiguration, the Slytherin sixth-years have it now..." he informed her.
"Yeah, well...er, I've been promoted to sixth-year Transfiguration, and, believe me, I'd much rather be in your class, but McGonagall's only been able to fit me in with the Slytherins...don't look at me like that, Harry! It's not as though I had any choice!"
He gritted his teeth. "That git Malfoy's in that class." She could see his hands ball into fists.
"Yeah, Malfoy really is a git," she said loudly, trying to pacify him. "I'll throw a few books at him for you, all right? Now I've got to go to class, love you, bye." She started to walk away but felt him pull her gently back. "What?"
"Just...this." He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, watching the smile come over her face as he did. He kissed her again, and she wanted nothing more than to stay in that hallway for all of eternity, but she could hear people coming in from the other direction, and she had to get to class. "Protection against Slytherins."
She laughed, gave him a quick one-armed hug, picked up her books and dashed down the hallway to Transfiguration. She had a couple of quills she could chuck at Malfoy today. That git.