A/N: Okay, so it was more like 16 hours.sorry about that. When you live in
Alaska, and it's 40 degrees below zero, the propane freezes, and the
clothes don't dry, and the car won't start.Yeah.it's been a long morning so
far. *sigh* Well, I will hopefully get the next chapter up in a few more
hours. ~Carlee, aka SilverDragonsFlame
Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, and I owned Draco, well, I wouldn't spend so much time on FF.net, getting my D/G fix from all the other wonderful authors on here, who also, coincidentally, don't own Harry Potter...Wow, I fit in!
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Mischief Mistletoe - Chapter Four
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The Mischief Mistletoe dragged them into yet another empty classroom. Ginny glared at the damn thing. If she had been just a little bit taller. (well, okay, if she had been a whole heck of a lot taller.she hated being short!) she would have shaken that damn Mistletoe to within an inch of its life.
And now she was thinking about killing objects that weren't alive to begin with.great. This showed just how long the Mistletoe had been controlling them. All Ginny wanted to do was to go to sleep! But no, she had been stuck within a five-foot diameter invisible circle for seven freaking hours with none other than Draco Malfoy, thanks to a psycho branch of mistletoe and her idiot brothers!
"That twig has been charmed to avoid Filch and Mrs. Norris, hasn't it?" Malfoy asked, sneering at her from across their circle.
If it had been anyone other than Dra-er, Malfoy, Ginny would have sworn that his voice held a touch of wonder. But Malfoy certainly wouldn't be admiring her brother's handiwork, would he? "These are my brothers we're talking about, what do you think?" Ginny answered sarcastically.
"Don't suppose you know that spell," Draco said, in his normal, bored tone of voice.
Ginny could only stare at him. Was this really happening?? First off, she and Draco hadn't spoken a word to each other since she had fallen into the circle seven hours ago. Second.even in that tone, with no hint of a question, she would almost SWEAR Draco was asking her for magical advice.
Oh damn, had she just called him Draco??
"Of course I know it," Ginny answered. She could only wish to achieve that same tone of his, but knew she hadn't. The next best thing would be for him to actually ASK her for the charm.yeah, she could live with Draco asking her for magical help. And YES, she answered her inner sarcastic voice, which was just dying to speak up, she HAD just called him Draco.
Silence followed. Damn, so maybe he wouldn't ask. Well, it had been a nice thought.for all that it had lasted.
Ginny stared at the cold cement floor, contemplating the amount of sleep she might achieve if she just crashed out there. Probably zilch to none.
"So.it's now two o'clock in the morning." Draco said, looking at the gold glint of his watch. Probably a Rolex, Ginny thought as she turned to face him, to see where he was going with this statement.
Again.silence. Okay, so Draco wasn't going to suggest the inevitable. That was fine with her! Neither would she, then. She could just hear the rumors floating around Hogwarts if she did. Draco telling everyone that she'd either attacked him or begged him to snog her.
Suddenly the floor looked a lot more appealing.
Completely ignoring Draco, she lay down on the cold cement floor, and turned away from him. She heard clothes rustling behind her, and assumed he had done the same, on his side of the five feet.
She shivered with cold on the stone (damn drafty castle!) and contemplated asking Draco to lend her his robes for all of half a second. Then, the inner sarcastic voice filled her in on his exact response. "What, and waste a perfectly good, expensive robe because I'd have to burn it afterwards?"
Of course, she knew his exact response because she'd turned a hallway corner and run into him once. She hadn't been watching where she was going, her nose buried in a romance novel, and his head had been turned, talking to those oafs who followed him. And those had been his exact words.
Then again, her response hadn't been half bad either. She remembered saying something about how he would burn them in the stupid hopes that the flames would give off enough of a glow for him to get a tan, so he wouldn't look like he'd just crawled out of a coffin.
Great, she could remember his exact words, his tone, his sneer (well, that was hard to forget-it was his trademark expression). But she couldn't manage to remember her own words? Probably because the blood had been rushing to her face so fast, she hadn't been able to hear anything else.
But hey, the idea of running into her crush, her front pressed against his surprisingly muscled chest, his hands encircling her upper arms to keep her from falling backwards.well, before he'd realized exactly who he was holding and had dropped her on her ass like a hot potato.
UGH! Why did she like him so much? He treated her and her whole family like lepers. He was always getting into it with the Trio.although why she should care so much, she didn't know. Lord knew, they were too busy with their Scooby mystery business to ever come to her defense. And why Draco's words managed to bother them so much, she didn't know.they were just words.
He was always insulting her too. But unlike Ron, who sputtered angrily, or Harry, who reached for his wand, or Hermione, who cried or waited for Ron or Harry to defend her, Ginny could stand up for herself. She didn't take Draco's words so personally.maybe because he used the same insults for both Ron and her, and she realized that. Or maybe because she knew it was just Draco's own little defense mechanism, because he was unable to deal with other people on a normal level, having never had a proper example in his own home.
God, did she like him just because she felt sorry for him!?
No, of course not. How could she feel sorry for a git like him? Sure, he had to have had a horrible home life.his mother was cold bitch with ice for a heart and his father was a murdering death eater who had tried to kill her. And yes, he might not even know HOW to like or love someone else.
But that wasn't why she liked him. It wasn't why she kept staring at him at breakfast, or when she passed him in the hallways. It wasn't why she had dreams about him, or why she snuck up to the library on the pretense of studying for her OWLs when she knew he'd be there.
It was that glimpse of light she'd catch in his eyes every once in awhile, when no one else but her was watching him. It was that little look he would give her when HE knew no one else was watching. That look that would bring a blush to her face, that secret smile that played around his mouth when he knew he'd made her blush.
And half of it was the way he could manage to rile people, the way he pushed people's buttons, the way he knew exactly what bothered each and every Hogwarts student. It was the same thing she did, after having grown up, watching her own back against six brothers, and giving as good as she got with insults. The same way she could watch people quietly, without them knowing they were being observed, and notice the little things that bothered them.
And it was the dreams she had at night, after knowing these little things about him. Dreams that said if he really were her boyfriend, he would never forget a single thing she'd ever told him. The way he'd know exactly what she wanted for her birthday. The way he'd know when she needed to be held, when she needed to get into a fight just to blow off steam, when she needed to talk, and hell, even what she needed to talk about.
Damn those dreams anyway. If she had any tonight.well, she could only hope she didn't talk in her sleep.
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Ginny awakened groggily on Saturday morning, a mumble of Latin following her out of her dreams and into her half awake state. Rolling over, she pushed the red hair that had tangled around her head out of her face and stared through bleary eyes at a wide-awake Draco.
He was sitting back against the invisible wall, lazily tossing spells up at the Mistletoe with his wand.
"Nothing yet?" Ginny asked sarcastically, sitting up across from him and copying his movements, leaning against the wall. She knew nothing would get past her brothers' spells. They didn't run the best joke shop in the Wizarding world for nothing.
"I'm just practicing for Flit's class," Draco answered. Even his voice sounded lazy.
Lord, it brought images to her mind that didn't need to be there. Images of Draco in the morning, what he'd be like if they were waking up in a bed instead of on the cold floor of a castle classroom. They way he'd give lazy, relaxed morning kisses, make slow, lazy, relaxing.
OKAY! Enough of Hermione's romance novels for her! Ginny smiled, the way she always did when she thought of practical, know-it-all Hermione sneaking muggle romance novels into school and sharing them among the Gryffindor girls.
"Hmmm, somebody knows a secret. Don't tell me you've been hiding the antidote to this twig somewhere in that little brain of yours, keeping me locked in this circle so you could take advantage of me?"
Ginny gave him a fake, sarcastic half smile, half sneer. It was Draco's tone though, that kept her from retaliating with words. It wasn't his hostile, attack-tone. It was just a lazy, sarcastic, joking tone.
There was such a relaxed atmosphere in the classroom right then, that she actually contemplated telling Draco the real secret she had been thinking about.
For about half a second. Until she remembered, relaxed or not, this was still Draco. And if he used it against Hermione, Ron would find out, he would find out where Draco had heard it from, it would get back to him that they'd spent the night alone together.
Not that anything had happened. Hell's bells, if it had, they wouldn't have been stuck all night in the first place.
"Well, it's a good thing you're finally awake. I have to pee," Draco said.
Ginny groaned. Last night, when this had happened, the Mistletoe had brought them to the Prefect's bathroom and she'd had to stand outside the damn stall (after first insisting he even USE the stall), and he'd had to do the same for her. She could have sworn that the jingling Mistletoe was laughing at them.
Damn Mistletoe anyway. When she got out of this, she was going to kill her brothers.
But first, in order to get out of this, one of their stubborn natures was going to have to give in. And she could tell Draco right now, it wasn't going to be her begging for a kiss!!
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A/N: Whoo hoo! A loooong, chappie! So, the next one should be up tonight, written in between dress rehearsal and the actual Christmas pageant. Enjoy this chapter and I hope your waiting eagerly for the next one! (Hell, I know I am!!) MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!!
Anaa basee to my wonderful reviewers so far! InfiniteMoment, rose petel, H.S., santapaws, SilverRedDragon, LiTtLe-bLaCk-sTaR, Cianna Greenwood, lilazndreamergrl, Peachula, JB-LIRIMAER, Noire1, Hplova4eva, SpiderSquirrel, Cybeleflame, Fairy-Queen770, Ehlonna, afourleafclover, green_witch39, Angel Black1, Jenalla, SamiJo, Eliza Starr, and PossesedRoguey!!!
Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, and I owned Draco, well, I wouldn't spend so much time on FF.net, getting my D/G fix from all the other wonderful authors on here, who also, coincidentally, don't own Harry Potter...Wow, I fit in!
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Mischief Mistletoe - Chapter Four
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The Mischief Mistletoe dragged them into yet another empty classroom. Ginny glared at the damn thing. If she had been just a little bit taller. (well, okay, if she had been a whole heck of a lot taller.she hated being short!) she would have shaken that damn Mistletoe to within an inch of its life.
And now she was thinking about killing objects that weren't alive to begin with.great. This showed just how long the Mistletoe had been controlling them. All Ginny wanted to do was to go to sleep! But no, she had been stuck within a five-foot diameter invisible circle for seven freaking hours with none other than Draco Malfoy, thanks to a psycho branch of mistletoe and her idiot brothers!
"That twig has been charmed to avoid Filch and Mrs. Norris, hasn't it?" Malfoy asked, sneering at her from across their circle.
If it had been anyone other than Dra-er, Malfoy, Ginny would have sworn that his voice held a touch of wonder. But Malfoy certainly wouldn't be admiring her brother's handiwork, would he? "These are my brothers we're talking about, what do you think?" Ginny answered sarcastically.
"Don't suppose you know that spell," Draco said, in his normal, bored tone of voice.
Ginny could only stare at him. Was this really happening?? First off, she and Draco hadn't spoken a word to each other since she had fallen into the circle seven hours ago. Second.even in that tone, with no hint of a question, she would almost SWEAR Draco was asking her for magical advice.
Oh damn, had she just called him Draco??
"Of course I know it," Ginny answered. She could only wish to achieve that same tone of his, but knew she hadn't. The next best thing would be for him to actually ASK her for the charm.yeah, she could live with Draco asking her for magical help. And YES, she answered her inner sarcastic voice, which was just dying to speak up, she HAD just called him Draco.
Silence followed. Damn, so maybe he wouldn't ask. Well, it had been a nice thought.for all that it had lasted.
Ginny stared at the cold cement floor, contemplating the amount of sleep she might achieve if she just crashed out there. Probably zilch to none.
"So.it's now two o'clock in the morning." Draco said, looking at the gold glint of his watch. Probably a Rolex, Ginny thought as she turned to face him, to see where he was going with this statement.
Again.silence. Okay, so Draco wasn't going to suggest the inevitable. That was fine with her! Neither would she, then. She could just hear the rumors floating around Hogwarts if she did. Draco telling everyone that she'd either attacked him or begged him to snog her.
Suddenly the floor looked a lot more appealing.
Completely ignoring Draco, she lay down on the cold cement floor, and turned away from him. She heard clothes rustling behind her, and assumed he had done the same, on his side of the five feet.
She shivered with cold on the stone (damn drafty castle!) and contemplated asking Draco to lend her his robes for all of half a second. Then, the inner sarcastic voice filled her in on his exact response. "What, and waste a perfectly good, expensive robe because I'd have to burn it afterwards?"
Of course, she knew his exact response because she'd turned a hallway corner and run into him once. She hadn't been watching where she was going, her nose buried in a romance novel, and his head had been turned, talking to those oafs who followed him. And those had been his exact words.
Then again, her response hadn't been half bad either. She remembered saying something about how he would burn them in the stupid hopes that the flames would give off enough of a glow for him to get a tan, so he wouldn't look like he'd just crawled out of a coffin.
Great, she could remember his exact words, his tone, his sneer (well, that was hard to forget-it was his trademark expression). But she couldn't manage to remember her own words? Probably because the blood had been rushing to her face so fast, she hadn't been able to hear anything else.
But hey, the idea of running into her crush, her front pressed against his surprisingly muscled chest, his hands encircling her upper arms to keep her from falling backwards.well, before he'd realized exactly who he was holding and had dropped her on her ass like a hot potato.
UGH! Why did she like him so much? He treated her and her whole family like lepers. He was always getting into it with the Trio.although why she should care so much, she didn't know. Lord knew, they were too busy with their Scooby mystery business to ever come to her defense. And why Draco's words managed to bother them so much, she didn't know.they were just words.
He was always insulting her too. But unlike Ron, who sputtered angrily, or Harry, who reached for his wand, or Hermione, who cried or waited for Ron or Harry to defend her, Ginny could stand up for herself. She didn't take Draco's words so personally.maybe because he used the same insults for both Ron and her, and she realized that. Or maybe because she knew it was just Draco's own little defense mechanism, because he was unable to deal with other people on a normal level, having never had a proper example in his own home.
God, did she like him just because she felt sorry for him!?
No, of course not. How could she feel sorry for a git like him? Sure, he had to have had a horrible home life.his mother was cold bitch with ice for a heart and his father was a murdering death eater who had tried to kill her. And yes, he might not even know HOW to like or love someone else.
But that wasn't why she liked him. It wasn't why she kept staring at him at breakfast, or when she passed him in the hallways. It wasn't why she had dreams about him, or why she snuck up to the library on the pretense of studying for her OWLs when she knew he'd be there.
It was that glimpse of light she'd catch in his eyes every once in awhile, when no one else but her was watching him. It was that little look he would give her when HE knew no one else was watching. That look that would bring a blush to her face, that secret smile that played around his mouth when he knew he'd made her blush.
And half of it was the way he could manage to rile people, the way he pushed people's buttons, the way he knew exactly what bothered each and every Hogwarts student. It was the same thing she did, after having grown up, watching her own back against six brothers, and giving as good as she got with insults. The same way she could watch people quietly, without them knowing they were being observed, and notice the little things that bothered them.
And it was the dreams she had at night, after knowing these little things about him. Dreams that said if he really were her boyfriend, he would never forget a single thing she'd ever told him. The way he'd know exactly what she wanted for her birthday. The way he'd know when she needed to be held, when she needed to get into a fight just to blow off steam, when she needed to talk, and hell, even what she needed to talk about.
Damn those dreams anyway. If she had any tonight.well, she could only hope she didn't talk in her sleep.
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Ginny awakened groggily on Saturday morning, a mumble of Latin following her out of her dreams and into her half awake state. Rolling over, she pushed the red hair that had tangled around her head out of her face and stared through bleary eyes at a wide-awake Draco.
He was sitting back against the invisible wall, lazily tossing spells up at the Mistletoe with his wand.
"Nothing yet?" Ginny asked sarcastically, sitting up across from him and copying his movements, leaning against the wall. She knew nothing would get past her brothers' spells. They didn't run the best joke shop in the Wizarding world for nothing.
"I'm just practicing for Flit's class," Draco answered. Even his voice sounded lazy.
Lord, it brought images to her mind that didn't need to be there. Images of Draco in the morning, what he'd be like if they were waking up in a bed instead of on the cold floor of a castle classroom. They way he'd give lazy, relaxed morning kisses, make slow, lazy, relaxing.
OKAY! Enough of Hermione's romance novels for her! Ginny smiled, the way she always did when she thought of practical, know-it-all Hermione sneaking muggle romance novels into school and sharing them among the Gryffindor girls.
"Hmmm, somebody knows a secret. Don't tell me you've been hiding the antidote to this twig somewhere in that little brain of yours, keeping me locked in this circle so you could take advantage of me?"
Ginny gave him a fake, sarcastic half smile, half sneer. It was Draco's tone though, that kept her from retaliating with words. It wasn't his hostile, attack-tone. It was just a lazy, sarcastic, joking tone.
There was such a relaxed atmosphere in the classroom right then, that she actually contemplated telling Draco the real secret she had been thinking about.
For about half a second. Until she remembered, relaxed or not, this was still Draco. And if he used it against Hermione, Ron would find out, he would find out where Draco had heard it from, it would get back to him that they'd spent the night alone together.
Not that anything had happened. Hell's bells, if it had, they wouldn't have been stuck all night in the first place.
"Well, it's a good thing you're finally awake. I have to pee," Draco said.
Ginny groaned. Last night, when this had happened, the Mistletoe had brought them to the Prefect's bathroom and she'd had to stand outside the damn stall (after first insisting he even USE the stall), and he'd had to do the same for her. She could have sworn that the jingling Mistletoe was laughing at them.
Damn Mistletoe anyway. When she got out of this, she was going to kill her brothers.
But first, in order to get out of this, one of their stubborn natures was going to have to give in. And she could tell Draco right now, it wasn't going to be her begging for a kiss!!
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A/N: Whoo hoo! A loooong, chappie! So, the next one should be up tonight, written in between dress rehearsal and the actual Christmas pageant. Enjoy this chapter and I hope your waiting eagerly for the next one! (Hell, I know I am!!) MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!!
Anaa basee to my wonderful reviewers so far! InfiniteMoment, rose petel, H.S., santapaws, SilverRedDragon, LiTtLe-bLaCk-sTaR, Cianna Greenwood, lilazndreamergrl, Peachula, JB-LIRIMAER, Noire1, Hplova4eva, SpiderSquirrel, Cybeleflame, Fairy-Queen770, Ehlonna, afourleafclover, green_witch39, Angel Black1, Jenalla, SamiJo, Eliza Starr, and PossesedRoguey!!!
