Much More Than Just Transfiguration
Chapter 4
Ginny stormed out of the Transfiguration classroom the moment class ended, not bothering to finish packing her book bag. That day had been the worst she had ever had in all her fifteen years, except maybe the day she had found Ron and Hermione snogging in the common room…but those were memories she definitely wanted to bury. She shuddered almost involuntarily at the recollection.
All through class Ginny had felt Draco's eyes on her; she wanted desperately to turn around, say something stinging, then slap him. But surely Professor McGonagall wouldn't be happy with her, and Ginny didn't think she could deal with any more trouble at this point.
Every time she had had to hand him a paper, or turn in his direction, Draco had been staring at her, licking his lips or running a hand through his hair. With disgust she clenched her fists. He was so obsessed with girls that he'd do anything to get one, even a certain red-haired Gryffindor who was going out with his lifelong enemy. That slut. That absolute whore!
She stopped walking only when she heard something drop behind her; Ginny recalled how she hadn't even closed her book bag. It was probably her wand.
Turning around and bending over to get whatever had fallen, she realized it wasn't there any more. As Ginny straightened with a shrug, she was shocked to see a familiar hand stretched out to her with her wand in its open palm. Her eyes met pale grey ones.
"This is yours, isn't it?"
"What are you doing with my wand, Malfoy?"
The trademark smirk was back. "You dropped it, Weasley. I'm only doing my civil duty as a gentleman, and giving it back to you."
She snatched it from him, stowed it in the pocket of her robes, and started to walk away without a word.
"I don't get a thank-you?" he persisted, his eyes gleaming.
Whirling on him, Ginny sent Draco a glare of pure venom from ten feet away. Through gritted teeth she informed him, "You can consider the fact that I'm not hexing you to Madame Pomfrey's office thanks enough, Malfoy."
Again she began to walk at a heightened pace towards the Great Hall. She had gained ten more feet of ground when she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
"Damn it, what is it?"
His hand was still on her shoulder, and she shook it off, dusting her robes off and wiping her hand on her bag.
"You don't want to cross me like that, Weasley. Not when you'll be going to class with me for the next year."
She almost expected to hear Crabbe and Goyle snickering in the background, backing up what their leader had said, but when she scanned the room, no one was there. Did he really expect her to listen to him?
"I'll do whatever I damn well please, and right now I'm going to lunch."
For the third, and what she hoped was the final, time, Ginny started to move.
Draco blocked her way.
"God, Malfoy, what do you want?"
Something in her tone told him she meant business, and so he moved aside, leaning against the wall nonchalantly.
She stomped off, obviously extremely pissed.
He realized he hadn't answered her question yet. Draco Malfoy contemplated it for a moment, then whispered – not using the Malfoy drawl, for once – almost inaudibly:
"You."
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A/N: Sorry that took so long to get up! And thanks to ShuffleQueen for telling me how to get bolds, italics, et al up here! But I'm too lazy to do individual notes, so…yeah. Expect next chapter within, um, a few weeks? Heh.
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