Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Be prepared for a Draco clad only in boxers, and a very angry Ginny. Thanks for the reviews. Sorry about the Zambini thing in the first posting. ==========================================================================
Maybe if he just closed his eyes and fell asleep he would get the picture of Harry Potter putting his arm around Ginny Weasley out of his head, Draco thought angrily. Bloody stupid Potter!
Trying to shake the image out of his head, Draco got ready for bed. Clad in his boxers, Draco left his trousers on the floor and climbed into bed. The house elves could clean up after him, he didn't care. Draco had just gotten comfortable and closed his eyes when the soft click of the door opening caught his attention.
A black-haired Slytherin entered and looked around hesitantly. Acting as if he was asleep, Draco watched as the figure's hair turned from black to blazing red. He knew that shade. Smiling, he thought to himself this should be another interest Ginny dream.
Ginny was in the room, now what was she going to do? Looking around she saw a figure lying down a bed in the corner of the room. Blaise said that Draco would be in here, but she was under the impression that he would be awake. Maybe she could just leave the folder with the pictures and letter on his bedside table. But, what if some other Slytherin saw it? Best not to take that chance. She was going to have to wake him, and hope he didn't curse her.
Crossing over to the bed, she noticed his hair fell in front of his face. Isn't amazing how angelic he looked when he was sleeping? Then again, Tom even looked angelic sleeping, and he definitely wasn't. But Draco tried to be good, didn't he?
Sighing, she moved the strand of hair away from his face. "Draco?" she said tenderly, hoping not to startle him, unfortunately she was the open that ended up startled.
Draco grinned widely and threw the covers off him. Standing up he, pulled Ginny closer to him and brought his lips crushing down to hers. Ginny was stunned. This was twice now that Draco had done this. As much as she hated to admit it she started losing herself in his kiss and ran her hands through his hair. That was until she felt the hand on her back shift lower.
This was the most realistic dream yet, Draco thought to himself. Although, he was a little disappointed. Usually his dreams progressed faster than this, so he thought he'd speed things up a bit by moving his hand to her bum.
SMACK!
Draco fell back onto the bed, holding a hand to his burning check. What in the bloody hell? That hurt! He looked up to see a very fiery redhead, who did not look at all pleased. Quickly, he realized that despite the Slytherin robes she was in, this most certainly was not a dream.
"You wanker!" Ginny yelled outraged.
'Well I will be tonight," he murmured under his breath.
That was met with another slap. Now both his cheeks were burning from where she struck him.
"What in the bloody hell was that for?" Draco hollered.
"For being vulgar," she answered firmly.
"Vulgar? Vulgar! Woman, you haven't yet even begun to see vulgar. I have half a right to -" Draco started angrily before taking a deep breath to control his temper. It didn't work. "Damn it! Why are you even here? Why are you in those robes?"
"Can you put some bloody trousers on first?" Ginny exclaimed motioning toward his boxers.
Huffing, Draco reached down and grabbed his trousers from the floor. Ginny turned around to give him some privacy as Draco pulled them on.
"I don't know what the big deal is," he snapped, zipping them up. "With those bloody pictures you've got, you've already seen an eyeful."
"Speaking of which," Ginny said as she turned and threw a folder onto his bed.
Draco picked the folder up and opened it. Inside were two pictures of him as a baby and the letter from his mother talking about how she wanted to name him LaVerne.
"Why are you giving me this?" he snapped.
'Because my head hurts too much from OWLS to try to figure out what you're playing at," she stated, the fire lighting up in her eyes. "Harry, Ron and Hermione don't let me out of their sight! "These robes are Blaise's. I asked Greg to distract those three when we were in the library. Blaise and I switched robes and did a hair-coloring charm. Right now, as long as the trio don't look to close, they'll think Blaise is me sitting at the back table."
Draco smirked, as he looked Ginny up and down.
"How every Slytherin of you," he teased. "I must say you do look better in those robes than a Gryffs. Though I rather have you in my robes than in Blaise's."
"You're looking at another slap Draco," she said sternly.
Draco's eyes lit up in amusement and surprise. Getting up from the bed, he walked over to Ginny. He took one of her hands and placed it gently on the side of his face.
"What happened to Malfoy?" he purred quite amused.
Ginny snatched her hand away from him in disgust.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" she bellowed. "If you were thinking up some scheme to get me to stop blackmailing you by doing all this then you can just stop. You've got the letter and pictures."
"I don't want them."
"Then what do you want?" she shouted exasperated.
Draco caressed the side of her face. Leaning down he whispered one word gently into her ear, "Guinevere."
"I am not Guinevere and you're not Lancelot," her voice cracked. "You can't have me."
"No," he said, his voice taking a harsher tone as the scene from supper played back in his head. "You'll play Potter's stepping mat for the rest of your life instead then?"
"Why is it things always come around to Harry?"
"I saw him put his arm around you," Draco spat, clinching his first so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Stop acting like a jealous husband!" Ginny yelled. "What do you care anyway? How Harry treats me is my problem not yours!"
"Damn it!" Draco bellowed grabbing the light on a nearby table and throwing it across the room. It shattered against the wall as he turned back toward Ginny. Ginny flinched only a little as he took her by the shoulders.
"You wanted noble," he huffed. "I'll give you noble. I am not letting ANYONE, let alone Potter, treat you like that anymore! You want the romance of nobility? I'll give it to you."
With that he embraced Ginny and brought his mouth back to hers.
"You are my Guinevere," he whispered softly as he broke the kiss.
At that moment, the door to the room flew open, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, was a very amused and annoyed Professor Snape.
"Both of you will accompany me to the headmaster's office NOW," he ordered darkly. "Mr. Zabini, Potter, Granger and your brother, Miss Weasley, are already there."
Draco and Ginny both shot each other a concerned look, and followed Snape out of the Slytherin dormitory.
A/N: Be prepared for a Draco clad only in boxers, and a very angry Ginny. Thanks for the reviews. Sorry about the Zambini thing in the first posting. ==========================================================================
Maybe if he just closed his eyes and fell asleep he would get the picture of Harry Potter putting his arm around Ginny Weasley out of his head, Draco thought angrily. Bloody stupid Potter!
Trying to shake the image out of his head, Draco got ready for bed. Clad in his boxers, Draco left his trousers on the floor and climbed into bed. The house elves could clean up after him, he didn't care. Draco had just gotten comfortable and closed his eyes when the soft click of the door opening caught his attention.
A black-haired Slytherin entered and looked around hesitantly. Acting as if he was asleep, Draco watched as the figure's hair turned from black to blazing red. He knew that shade. Smiling, he thought to himself this should be another interest Ginny dream.
Ginny was in the room, now what was she going to do? Looking around she saw a figure lying down a bed in the corner of the room. Blaise said that Draco would be in here, but she was under the impression that he would be awake. Maybe she could just leave the folder with the pictures and letter on his bedside table. But, what if some other Slytherin saw it? Best not to take that chance. She was going to have to wake him, and hope he didn't curse her.
Crossing over to the bed, she noticed his hair fell in front of his face. Isn't amazing how angelic he looked when he was sleeping? Then again, Tom even looked angelic sleeping, and he definitely wasn't. But Draco tried to be good, didn't he?
Sighing, she moved the strand of hair away from his face. "Draco?" she said tenderly, hoping not to startle him, unfortunately she was the open that ended up startled.
Draco grinned widely and threw the covers off him. Standing up he, pulled Ginny closer to him and brought his lips crushing down to hers. Ginny was stunned. This was twice now that Draco had done this. As much as she hated to admit it she started losing herself in his kiss and ran her hands through his hair. That was until she felt the hand on her back shift lower.
This was the most realistic dream yet, Draco thought to himself. Although, he was a little disappointed. Usually his dreams progressed faster than this, so he thought he'd speed things up a bit by moving his hand to her bum.
SMACK!
Draco fell back onto the bed, holding a hand to his burning check. What in the bloody hell? That hurt! He looked up to see a very fiery redhead, who did not look at all pleased. Quickly, he realized that despite the Slytherin robes she was in, this most certainly was not a dream.
"You wanker!" Ginny yelled outraged.
'Well I will be tonight," he murmured under his breath.
That was met with another slap. Now both his cheeks were burning from where she struck him.
"What in the bloody hell was that for?" Draco hollered.
"For being vulgar," she answered firmly.
"Vulgar? Vulgar! Woman, you haven't yet even begun to see vulgar. I have half a right to -" Draco started angrily before taking a deep breath to control his temper. It didn't work. "Damn it! Why are you even here? Why are you in those robes?"
"Can you put some bloody trousers on first?" Ginny exclaimed motioning toward his boxers.
Huffing, Draco reached down and grabbed his trousers from the floor. Ginny turned around to give him some privacy as Draco pulled them on.
"I don't know what the big deal is," he snapped, zipping them up. "With those bloody pictures you've got, you've already seen an eyeful."
"Speaking of which," Ginny said as she turned and threw a folder onto his bed.
Draco picked the folder up and opened it. Inside were two pictures of him as a baby and the letter from his mother talking about how she wanted to name him LaVerne.
"Why are you giving me this?" he snapped.
'Because my head hurts too much from OWLS to try to figure out what you're playing at," she stated, the fire lighting up in her eyes. "Harry, Ron and Hermione don't let me out of their sight! "These robes are Blaise's. I asked Greg to distract those three when we were in the library. Blaise and I switched robes and did a hair-coloring charm. Right now, as long as the trio don't look to close, they'll think Blaise is me sitting at the back table."
Draco smirked, as he looked Ginny up and down.
"How every Slytherin of you," he teased. "I must say you do look better in those robes than a Gryffs. Though I rather have you in my robes than in Blaise's."
"You're looking at another slap Draco," she said sternly.
Draco's eyes lit up in amusement and surprise. Getting up from the bed, he walked over to Ginny. He took one of her hands and placed it gently on the side of his face.
"What happened to Malfoy?" he purred quite amused.
Ginny snatched her hand away from him in disgust.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" she bellowed. "If you were thinking up some scheme to get me to stop blackmailing you by doing all this then you can just stop. You've got the letter and pictures."
"I don't want them."
"Then what do you want?" she shouted exasperated.
Draco caressed the side of her face. Leaning down he whispered one word gently into her ear, "Guinevere."
"I am not Guinevere and you're not Lancelot," her voice cracked. "You can't have me."
"No," he said, his voice taking a harsher tone as the scene from supper played back in his head. "You'll play Potter's stepping mat for the rest of your life instead then?"
"Why is it things always come around to Harry?"
"I saw him put his arm around you," Draco spat, clinching his first so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Stop acting like a jealous husband!" Ginny yelled. "What do you care anyway? How Harry treats me is my problem not yours!"
"Damn it!" Draco bellowed grabbing the light on a nearby table and throwing it across the room. It shattered against the wall as he turned back toward Ginny. Ginny flinched only a little as he took her by the shoulders.
"You wanted noble," he huffed. "I'll give you noble. I am not letting ANYONE, let alone Potter, treat you like that anymore! You want the romance of nobility? I'll give it to you."
With that he embraced Ginny and brought his mouth back to hers.
"You are my Guinevere," he whispered softly as he broke the kiss.
At that moment, the door to the room flew open, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, was a very amused and annoyed Professor Snape.
"Both of you will accompany me to the headmaster's office NOW," he ordered darkly. "Mr. Zabini, Potter, Granger and your brother, Miss Weasley, are already there."
Draco and Ginny both shot each other a concerned look, and followed Snape out of the Slytherin dormitory.
