Ginny was making her way to Divination. She was very, very annoyed, and also
very, very late. She climbed the ladder leading to the dusty, heavily perfumed
room.
"Ahhh, as I predicted." Professor Trelawney's misty voice
floated across the room, "Miss Weasley is indeed late and-"
"Quoi? Ferme la bouche!" said Ginny angrily under her breath.
"-cannot speak a word of English," finished Trelawney. Everyone
laughed (as although she was a teacher, there was little respect for the mousy
woman, and no-one took her seriously).
They spent the rest of the lesson reading teacups.
Ginny had the following in her dregs; a snake, a donkey and a cat. She couldn't
be bothered to work it out, and dozed off to dream of Draco for the rest of
the lesson.
Trelawney announcing the homework waked her. Oh great, Ginny thought, potions
with Snape and Malfoy next. This was just what she needed – quality time
with the bitterest bastard in the entire wizarding world.
Snape's voice echoed across the barren dungeon. "Sit down. Now,
I believe I set homework last lesson, research into common sleeping potions.
Lets see…ahh yes. Miss Weasley," the corner of his mouth twitched
into a momentary smirk, "why should you not heat a common sleeping potion
for more than 27.5 minutes?"
Ginny considered, and then answered (quite correctly), "Parce que les
fruits-violets de fêret sont null après avoir 27.5 minutes. Ils
sont…moins potentes!"
However, Snape was not amused. "Miss Weasley, you may be trying to follow
the path of your incompetent brothers, but I demand you speak in a language
that I, and the whole class might understand, rather than French."
"Quoi? Je ne parle pas le français! Je veux parler en Anglais.
Merde!" Ginny was getting very upset. It was then that she noticed Malfoy
in the corner chuckling.
"Encoule!" she said, her head in her hands.
"Mr Malfoy, do you understand what this child is trying to say?"
"Well, I am completely fluent in French. Mother thought it important,"
he said.
"Encoule! Encoule! Encoule!" Ginny said. Trust Malfoy to be the
only bloody person in the entire castle who could speak French.
"Well, what is she saying?" Snape asked.
"Um…" Draco glanced at Ginny who was muttering under her breath.
"I can't hear sir. But she did answer your question."
"Well, I'll have to wait until Miss Weasley can speak English before
I decide," Snape smirked at Ginny.
"Je t'encoule," Ginny snapped at Snape.
"What did she say Malfoy."
"Um…she said that is fair."
"Right," said Snape, looking like he knew exactly what she had said.
"Malfoy, take Miss Weasley up to the infirmary and see if Madame Pomfrey
can do anything about this."
"Non! Pas Malfoy! Pas Malfoy!" Ginny whined.
"Silence girl, I have no idea what you are talking about," Snape
smirked. "Now, kindly go up to the infirmary with Malfoy. Merlin knows
you'll need a translator."
Ginny gathered her things and left the classroom, closely followed by Malfoy.
She was going to kill whoever did this to her.
She walked along talking to herself, and she only did this when she was a) drunk,
b)tired, c)stressed. Strike the a, she was suffering from b and c. Two giggling
first years were annoying her, pointing at her. "Vous vous encoulons!
Vous êtes idiots!" she shouted. She stormed down the rest of the
corridor until she reached the infirmary, Malfoy still on her tail.
"Ah, Miss Weasley…and Mr Malfoy," said Madame Pomfrey eyeing
him suspiciously. "I can't see anything physically damaged, what
seems to be the problem?"
Ginny began, before she was cut off by Malfoy.
"Je-"
"I think I'd better tell her Weasley." Malfoy turned to Madame
Pomfrey, smirking. "It seems Weasley has gone and gotten a spell put on
her and she can only speak French."
"Only French?" cried Madame Pomfrey.
"Oui, le français seulement," Ginny said.
"Right, but Professor Snape was wondering if you could remove the spell
or something."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm not much help with this kind of spell.
I only deal with injuries, not harmful spells of this kind," said Madame
Pomfrey, turning and beginning to clean the top of one of her units. "However,
I do seem to recall that you need to get the person who performed the spell
to remove it."
"Merci beaucoup," said Ginny, leaving the infirmary. She knew exactly
who had performed the spell.
"Um…she said thanks a lot," said Malfoy to Madame Pomfrey,
before following Ginny.
Ginny was waiting for him in the corridor. She was shaking with anger, and he
noticed uneasily that her ears were quite red.
"Je pensais que vous êtes difèrent, mais je connais que j'était
in idiot!" shouted Ginny.
"What?" asked Draco. He had no idea what had made her so angry at
him.
"Tu me l'a fait!" she shouted.
"If I had done it, why would I be helping you?"
"Parce que…parce que Snape a dit que tu doit m'aider."
"No."
"Oui!"
"Gin, I swear it wasn't me!"
"Je ne sais pas s'il y a une autre personne…"
"Well, did you speak to anyone else today? Anyone who you might have pissed
off?"
"Tu!"
"Other than me? Potter, or Weasel or Granger maybe?"
Ginny cast her mind back to the conversation she'd had with Harry that
morning. She remembered him looking wutie upset when she left. She also remembered
him muttering under his breath.
"Ahhh!" she yelled. "Je vais tuer Harry Potter!"
Ginny began to walk towards Gryffindor Tower as she knew Harry would be there
– he had just had a free period.
"Malfoy! Je te deteste! Et Harry…le français…c'est
magique! Je deteste Harry Potter!" she burst into tears.
"Ginny stop it! Don't cry! I don't deal with crying people,
especially ones that hit me. Do you know how long it took to cover that up,
how many charms I had to use?" Draco was teasing, but this only made Ginny
cry harder.
"Oh Draco, je suis desolée!" And with that, she ran off up
the hall. After waiting a moment to shout "What are you looking at?"
at the stunned faces, Draco chased after Ginny.
After Ginny had calmed down, she knew what she had to do. "J'ai
besoin de parler avec Harry, donc ce magie peut à reverser, ça
va?" Ginny asked.
"So, you want me to translate the words to Potter then?" Draco was
smirking with glee.
"Oui! On y va!"
* * *
"Remind me!" roared Harry, "why the fuck Malfoy is standing
in the Gryffindor common room?"
"Il est la bas, parce que tu est un idiot qu'il Encoule sa tête!"
Ginny shouted.
"Huh?" Harry couldn't speak French. He'd reversed the
spell on himself, but had been too annoyed at Ginny to cast the counter curse
for her.
Draco proudly stepped forward. "That exactly, scarhead, is why I am here.
Ginny said:" Draco cleared his throat, "He is here because you are
an idiot fuckhead!"
"J'espere que je mangerais ton coeur avec ketchup!" shouted
Ginny.
"I wish I could eat your heart with ketchup!" laughed Draco.
"Je voudrais te tuer, idiot!"
"I want to kill you, idiot!" Draco was in his element.
"Okay! Okay! I'll lift the bloody spell." Harry muttered the
counter curse under his breath.
Ginny cleared her throat. "I speak English. I SPEAK ENGLISH!" She
looked at Harry. "Thanks…Potter." Ginny spat his name with
as much venom as she could muster.
Ginny stormed out of the room, Draco grinning happily, and trailing after her.
As she stepped through the portrait, Ginny heard her brother yell at Harry,
"You put a spell on my sister you bastard!"
The second the portrait closed, Ginny smashed her mouth against Draco's,
and once he had recovered from the shock of Ginny kissing him, due to when he
had tried to kiss her that morning she had hit him, he was kissing her back.
She pulled away and licked her lips. There was fire in her hair and desire in
her eyes. She leant forward and whispered three words into Draco's ear
before nipping it lightly. "Room of requirement".
* * *
Malfoy felt oddly contented. Ginny lay in his arms, he had justy had amazing
sex (again, although this time it was not drunken), and he was still riding
the after glow of orgasm. There was only one question on his mind.
"What made you change your mind?"
Ginny jumped a little. She had been falling asleep. "What?"
"What made you change your mind? I mean, the last thing I remember is
your fist, and you telling me to 'stay the fuck away from you',
and then were in the hall outside your common room and you're kissing
me like there's no tomorrow!" Draco pushed himself onto his side,
head resting on his clenched fist, and looked down at Ginny.
Ginny looked at him. "Well…it's just that I thought me and
Potter had a thing, but it turns out that he was only thinking with his thing.
And, it doesn't help that he's a total wanker."
"Oh." Ginny couldn't help but feel that Draco was a bit disappointed
with her answer, so she decided to tell him the whole truth.
"That's not the only reason," she began reluctantly. "Its
just that…you helping me kind of let me see a side to you I didn't
know. That you'd help someone in need, even if they had just…punched
you in the face." She looked slightly embarrassed.
Draco chuckled to himself as her rolled onto his back.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. Its just that, who'd have known Potter would be so…blatant!"
* * *
"Draco?" Ginny whispered.
"mmm," he murmured lazily into the pillow.
"This is the first time we've ever done normal couple stuff after
sex," Ginny stated, giggling slightly.
"Gin, we've only shagged one other time."
"So? I think that it's nice…you know. Us here, in bed, alone.
In bed." She hinted.
"Yes, you said that already," Draco teased.
Ginny pouted. "Draco…"
He didn't answer. Slowly, she kissed a trail up his arm, before biting
hard on his shoulder.
"Hey!" Draco said, rolling over to pin her under him. She giggled,
a mischievous look in her eyes. He pushed her arms above her head, and leaned
in as if to kiss her, but stopped a centimetre away, teasing her. "You're
gonna get it for that," he murmured.
"Oh yeah?" Ginny breathed huskily. He replied by lowering his lips
to hers.
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