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A/N:I know its not much, but I really don't have any time to write, so I
decided to post up what I have. Its real crappy so far, but hey! Hormonal
teenager here, I have an excuse. ( I am sooo sorry for the long non updatey
time, exept my pc wouldn't load ff.net. I have no idea why.
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Ginny lay in her bed, staring at the beam of moonlight coming from her window. The blanket halfheartedly thrown over her legs, she rested her head on her arms, laying on her back.
It was anywhere in-between 3 and 6 in the morning, Ginny had lost count hours before. She had spent her sleeping hours thinking about her latest predicament. *God, Draco is so confusing! What in the world does ''Bury the hatchet'' mean?*
"Bury the Hatchet" Ginny mocked with an upper-class accent. She scoffed at herself. She stood up at that and started pacing about her room. *First Harry has to play the depressed hero, and get himself nearly killed, then Draco finally comes to realize that muggles aren't so bad, just at exactly the wrong ti-*
Ginny heard a loud crash from outside and ran to her window and stared out. There was Draco Malfoy, hanging on for dear life from her window ledge, using his legs to old on to his Nimbus 2001. Ginny watched in shock as he pulled up his Nimbus with his legs and awkwardly sat on it. The broom floated him up to eye level, and Ginny gaped at him through the window.
As she stared at him, he defiantly stared back at her. *What the- Umm...ok... this doesn't happen every day. What is he doing here? Wait... uh... he's still outside!* Ginny, upon realizing that, Ginny quickly started to fumble with the latch on her window. Soon she ripped it open and opened her mouth to talk, but she was cut short when Draco's broom zoomed, slammed and flew past her, baring Draco. *Why did I even let him in?*
''Don't yell Weas- Ginny. Wouldn't want old Mum and Pops coming down on me, now would you?" Draco said with a smirk.^ Why am I even here, not like she is even going to listen to me^ Draco thought to himself. Ginny had the impulse to smack his smug smile straight of his face.
"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ginny spat back at him. *Why in the world is he here? God, what if Mum or Dad walk in now. What if Ron-*
Her thought cut off by Draco. "I didn't like the answer you gave me"
"What answer?" Ginny asked. "The return letter you sent me? I knew you Weasleys were slow sometimes, but Virginia, come on-"
SMACK! Ginny had given in to temptation. "How dare you! You send me this half crocked letter, come into my room, MY HOUSE, in the middle of the night, and then you have the nerve to insult me and my family!?!?" Her temper had taken over. All the events of the past week had caught up on her and she exploded. She tilted her arm back to hit him again, but Draco caught her wrist.
"Hold on there Ginny, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm the one that want peace between our family's, remember? So, quite down" He lowered her wrist and released it.
He slowly started prowling around her room in a slow sauntering walk. All the time a smug smile taped to his face. Ginny watched him as he went and sat down on her bed, facing her. *Wow, he's...hot. Ok, no more naughty thinking Ginny...Malfoy here, remember?* With that they both took a big breath and stared at each other.
Suddenly Ginny realized that she was still only wearing her dads old shirt that barely covered her panties. As her thoughts ran in that direction, it seemed Malfoy's did also. An even smugger smile appeared on his face.
"Yikes! Err...hold on," Ginny ran to her armoire opened the door to hide her, and grabbed a pair of pajama shorts and slipped them on real quick. With another big breath she closed the door and continued with her fascinated staring.
^Not that big of a difference really. Not like the shorts cover THAT much more. Wait, why am I acting this way. About a Weasley...Blegh!^ The thought sent a set shivers down his spine, an to cover it up he propped up some of her pillows and leaned against them. She raised an eyebrow at her.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked him.
"I already told you. I didn't like your answer, besides, I sort of have a proposition for you. It will help both our families, so you should agree" he answered her.
"Well, see now Malfoy, I cant agree to it unless you tell me what you want. Besides, what makes you think I'd want to do anything to help your family?"
Ignoring her insult, Draco pressed on. With a sigh, he continued. "I want you to first know that neither me nor my mother ever supported Voldemort. It was just my father who believed in him. And since he's dead, and my father other wise engaged..."
'You mean in jail" Ginny smiled at the thaught. * Payback's a bitch Malfoy*
That made him snap. "God damn it, Ginny!" he forced in an exasperated, hushed voice. "Don't you see? People have a lot less respect for both our family's. My family is because of my father, and the 'upperclass' people make sure your last name isn't worth shit in the public's eyes!" At this Ginny slowly sat down in her chair and listened carefully. Seeing he finally got her attention Draco continued. "FI we formed a friendship, it would help both our familys! Just pretend like we can carry on a civilized conversation sometimes! Don't you see the advancement opportunities? At least say you'll think about it."
*Oh my...this is creepy. But he does have a point. If we looked like we approved of each other...well, it would help. Damn it, he's right!* Ginny was staring off into space as she thought. Draco was leaning forward, clutching his hands and leaning his elbows on the knees of his pants. She slowly averted her eyes to look at him. *There's no other way to make our lives easier is there?* She asked herself.
"What did you have in mind?" Ginny asked him in defeat.
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Ginny lay in her bed, staring at the beam of moonlight coming from her window. The blanket halfheartedly thrown over her legs, she rested her head on her arms, laying on her back.
It was anywhere in-between 3 and 6 in the morning, Ginny had lost count hours before. She had spent her sleeping hours thinking about her latest predicament. *God, Draco is so confusing! What in the world does ''Bury the hatchet'' mean?*
"Bury the Hatchet" Ginny mocked with an upper-class accent. She scoffed at herself. She stood up at that and started pacing about her room. *First Harry has to play the depressed hero, and get himself nearly killed, then Draco finally comes to realize that muggles aren't so bad, just at exactly the wrong ti-*
Ginny heard a loud crash from outside and ran to her window and stared out. There was Draco Malfoy, hanging on for dear life from her window ledge, using his legs to old on to his Nimbus 2001. Ginny watched in shock as he pulled up his Nimbus with his legs and awkwardly sat on it. The broom floated him up to eye level, and Ginny gaped at him through the window.
As she stared at him, he defiantly stared back at her. *What the- Umm...ok... this doesn't happen every day. What is he doing here? Wait... uh... he's still outside!* Ginny, upon realizing that, Ginny quickly started to fumble with the latch on her window. Soon she ripped it open and opened her mouth to talk, but she was cut short when Draco's broom zoomed, slammed and flew past her, baring Draco. *Why did I even let him in?*
''Don't yell Weas- Ginny. Wouldn't want old Mum and Pops coming down on me, now would you?" Draco said with a smirk.^ Why am I even here, not like she is even going to listen to me^ Draco thought to himself. Ginny had the impulse to smack his smug smile straight of his face.
"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ginny spat back at him. *Why in the world is he here? God, what if Mum or Dad walk in now. What if Ron-*
Her thought cut off by Draco. "I didn't like the answer you gave me"
"What answer?" Ginny asked. "The return letter you sent me? I knew you Weasleys were slow sometimes, but Virginia, come on-"
SMACK! Ginny had given in to temptation. "How dare you! You send me this half crocked letter, come into my room, MY HOUSE, in the middle of the night, and then you have the nerve to insult me and my family!?!?" Her temper had taken over. All the events of the past week had caught up on her and she exploded. She tilted her arm back to hit him again, but Draco caught her wrist.
"Hold on there Ginny, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm the one that want peace between our family's, remember? So, quite down" He lowered her wrist and released it.
He slowly started prowling around her room in a slow sauntering walk. All the time a smug smile taped to his face. Ginny watched him as he went and sat down on her bed, facing her. *Wow, he's...hot. Ok, no more naughty thinking Ginny...Malfoy here, remember?* With that they both took a big breath and stared at each other.
Suddenly Ginny realized that she was still only wearing her dads old shirt that barely covered her panties. As her thoughts ran in that direction, it seemed Malfoy's did also. An even smugger smile appeared on his face.
"Yikes! Err...hold on," Ginny ran to her armoire opened the door to hide her, and grabbed a pair of pajama shorts and slipped them on real quick. With another big breath she closed the door and continued with her fascinated staring.
^Not that big of a difference really. Not like the shorts cover THAT much more. Wait, why am I acting this way. About a Weasley...Blegh!^ The thought sent a set shivers down his spine, an to cover it up he propped up some of her pillows and leaned against them. She raised an eyebrow at her.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked him.
"I already told you. I didn't like your answer, besides, I sort of have a proposition for you. It will help both our families, so you should agree" he answered her.
"Well, see now Malfoy, I cant agree to it unless you tell me what you want. Besides, what makes you think I'd want to do anything to help your family?"
Ignoring her insult, Draco pressed on. With a sigh, he continued. "I want you to first know that neither me nor my mother ever supported Voldemort. It was just my father who believed in him. And since he's dead, and my father other wise engaged..."
'You mean in jail" Ginny smiled at the thaught. * Payback's a bitch Malfoy*
That made him snap. "God damn it, Ginny!" he forced in an exasperated, hushed voice. "Don't you see? People have a lot less respect for both our family's. My family is because of my father, and the 'upperclass' people make sure your last name isn't worth shit in the public's eyes!" At this Ginny slowly sat down in her chair and listened carefully. Seeing he finally got her attention Draco continued. "FI we formed a friendship, it would help both our familys! Just pretend like we can carry on a civilized conversation sometimes! Don't you see the advancement opportunities? At least say you'll think about it."
*Oh my...this is creepy. But he does have a point. If we looked like we approved of each other...well, it would help. Damn it, he's right!* Ginny was staring off into space as she thought. Draco was leaning forward, clutching his hands and leaning his elbows on the knees of his pants. She slowly averted her eyes to look at him. *There's no other way to make our lives easier is there?* She asked herself.
"What did you have in mind?" Ginny asked him in defeat.