(A/N I know, I know, Fred and George technically aren't at Hogwarts still,
but, ah well, they are now )
As they walked out onto the dance floor Ginny'd heart was racing madly. He really did still like her, then. He even asked her to dance. She almost groaned out loud as she thought of what would come if one of her brothers or Hermione saw them. But that would have to wait, because they were on the dance floor, and the band was playing a fairly slow song. She took Dracos hand and felt his other one being placed on her hip. She put her free hand on his shoulder and stated moving her legs nervously.
To her surprise he didn't stumble or step on her feet. He moved gracefully around, leading her in a complicated waltz. "Wow," she breathed. "You're a really good dancer." He shugeed slightly. "It's just something that comes to me naturally," he said, blushing a bit. Ginny blushed because he was blushing, and then realized that thought there were others dancing, the room had gone quite a few levels quieter.
'Uh-oh,' she thought as she realized that quite a few people had realized who was dancing together, and the word was spreading fast. If her broters didn't already know, they would soon enough. Draco seemed to have know that too. He was trying not to look around at everyones faces, a pained expression on his own. SHe knew what this must be for him. Everything he was, his reputation, could be shattered b this. She suddenly felt very sorry that she had done this.
Before she had time to think she saw her brothers, Hermione, and Harry coming there way. She winced visably, and Draco turned to see what she was looking at. His face drained of what color it had and he stopped dancing at the sight of Ron's face, as red as his hair. Fred and George looked anrgy, all right, but they were wearing a sort of bemused expression on their faces.Hermione and Harry simply looked shocked. He turned back to Ginny and gave her an apologetic smile and a little shrug, the quickly dropped is hands and turned to face the crowd coming down at him.
Ron started walking at Draco, his mouth open as if he was preparing to say something, but Fred put and hand on his shoulder. "Draco," he said, oddly calm. He beckoned to the doors. "Would you come out? We'd like a word." Draco nodded numbly, following Fred and George out of the Great Hall, feeling the eyes on his back. His face paled even more at the thought of what they 'wanted a word' about.
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Ginny walked away from the crowds to a table in the back, where she sat and faced her brother and her two friends. Ron was so red she thought that his head looked like a giant tomato. The thought made her stile a giggle, then it quickly died away at their faces. "Ginny..What were you thinking????" Ron finally yelled, not loud enough for everyone else to hear, but loud enough to make his point. "Did you know that you were DANCING with DRACO MALFOY? MALFOY, Ginny!" he cried. "Or do you forget who he is?"
Ginny tried to say something but was cut off. "He's Lucius Malfoy, DEATH EATER, 's son, he called Herm a Mudblood, made my spit up slugs, " 'Well, it was your fault,'' Ginny thought. "And practically tried to kill Harry! He insulted our family! And you were dancing with him?" Ginny looked sad, as if she were about to cry. Hermione sat down across from her. "Ginny, what were you thinking?" she said, though in a softer voice than Ron's. "Why...why..." She couldn't seem to finish a sentance. Harry added, "Maybe he put some kind of spell on her". This made Ginny Scowl, and she brought her knees up to her chest and crossed her arms around them.
Hermione sighed, exasperated. "Well, will you at least tell us what drove him to even ask you to dance?" Ginny looked at Hermione, her eyes almost tearing up. "He asked me....and I said yes," she started slowly, making Ron's face even redder. "because," Ginny continued, trying to think of something to say. Finally she just had to tel the truth. "Because...I..love him."
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Draco leaned up against the wall just outside of the Great Hall, watching the two Weasley brothers nervously. They were talking softly to each other, and,, for some reason or other, that made him extremely nervous. Finally then turned to look at him, and Fred stepped foreward. "Malfoy..." he said. "Draco..." George put in. "We'd like to know something." Fred stated. "Just a small thing, miniscule, really," George added. Draco shrugged, trying not to shake. "S-Sure," he said, trying to sound calm. Fed leaned up against the wall on his right, George on his left, imitating him. "Why were you dancing with our sister?" Fred asked suddenly, his voice becoming icy. Draco stared straight ahead, trying to breathe normally. Why wouldn't his mind work now, when it needed to, and not when he didn't want it to.
Fred turned and put one hand on the wall next to Draco's head. "It's a simple question. Shouldn't be that hard to answer," Draco blinked. George imitated his brother. "Unless, that is, dear brother," he said, looking at Draco yet adressing Fred. "He's hiding something." "Now, what would he be hiding, George?" Fred asked. Draco glued his gaze to the wall in front of him. "I have no idea, Fred. Maybe we should ask him."
"Good idead. Draco," Fred asked smoothly. "Are you hiding something?" They both smiled sweetly. "No. What would I be hiding?" Draco said, never peeling his gaze away from the stone. Although it seemed that if he looked into either brothers eyes he would see the exact thing. Fred walked in front of Malfoy and pinned his shoulder to the wall. "Malfoy, you slimy git, why were you dancing with our sister?" he demanded. Draco tried to remain as calm as possible with Fred pushing on his arm.
George started pacing. "We really do love our sister, and we need to protect her from nasty little buggers like you, Malfoy. So for bloody hell just tell us why you were dancng with her! I'm sure if your playing some little game she won't realize it and that'll hurt her bad." He stopped to look at Draco. "We don't want that, do we Fred." "Oy, we don't." Draco sighed. He mumbled something incoherent.
"What was that? Didn't catch that, there, would you like to repeat it?" Fred said, applying more pressure to Draco's arm. Draco fidgeted a little. "I said , 'Can't I just dance with...." another unaudible mumble. George sighed, exasperated. "For the love of Merlin, just say it!" Draco sighed and remained silent. Fred pushed harder against his shoulder against the wall. "I said," Draco said in a shrill voice because of his arm. "Why can't I just dance with," he lowered his voice the tiniest bit. " With a girl I love?"
Fred punched him.
As they walked out onto the dance floor Ginny'd heart was racing madly. He really did still like her, then. He even asked her to dance. She almost groaned out loud as she thought of what would come if one of her brothers or Hermione saw them. But that would have to wait, because they were on the dance floor, and the band was playing a fairly slow song. She took Dracos hand and felt his other one being placed on her hip. She put her free hand on his shoulder and stated moving her legs nervously.
To her surprise he didn't stumble or step on her feet. He moved gracefully around, leading her in a complicated waltz. "Wow," she breathed. "You're a really good dancer." He shugeed slightly. "It's just something that comes to me naturally," he said, blushing a bit. Ginny blushed because he was blushing, and then realized that thought there were others dancing, the room had gone quite a few levels quieter.
'Uh-oh,' she thought as she realized that quite a few people had realized who was dancing together, and the word was spreading fast. If her broters didn't already know, they would soon enough. Draco seemed to have know that too. He was trying not to look around at everyones faces, a pained expression on his own. SHe knew what this must be for him. Everything he was, his reputation, could be shattered b this. She suddenly felt very sorry that she had done this.
Before she had time to think she saw her brothers, Hermione, and Harry coming there way. She winced visably, and Draco turned to see what she was looking at. His face drained of what color it had and he stopped dancing at the sight of Ron's face, as red as his hair. Fred and George looked anrgy, all right, but they were wearing a sort of bemused expression on their faces.Hermione and Harry simply looked shocked. He turned back to Ginny and gave her an apologetic smile and a little shrug, the quickly dropped is hands and turned to face the crowd coming down at him.
Ron started walking at Draco, his mouth open as if he was preparing to say something, but Fred put and hand on his shoulder. "Draco," he said, oddly calm. He beckoned to the doors. "Would you come out? We'd like a word." Draco nodded numbly, following Fred and George out of the Great Hall, feeling the eyes on his back. His face paled even more at the thought of what they 'wanted a word' about.
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Ginny walked away from the crowds to a table in the back, where she sat and faced her brother and her two friends. Ron was so red she thought that his head looked like a giant tomato. The thought made her stile a giggle, then it quickly died away at their faces. "Ginny..What were you thinking????" Ron finally yelled, not loud enough for everyone else to hear, but loud enough to make his point. "Did you know that you were DANCING with DRACO MALFOY? MALFOY, Ginny!" he cried. "Or do you forget who he is?"
Ginny tried to say something but was cut off. "He's Lucius Malfoy, DEATH EATER, 's son, he called Herm a Mudblood, made my spit up slugs, " 'Well, it was your fault,'' Ginny thought. "And practically tried to kill Harry! He insulted our family! And you were dancing with him?" Ginny looked sad, as if she were about to cry. Hermione sat down across from her. "Ginny, what were you thinking?" she said, though in a softer voice than Ron's. "Why...why..." She couldn't seem to finish a sentance. Harry added, "Maybe he put some kind of spell on her". This made Ginny Scowl, and she brought her knees up to her chest and crossed her arms around them.
Hermione sighed, exasperated. "Well, will you at least tell us what drove him to even ask you to dance?" Ginny looked at Hermione, her eyes almost tearing up. "He asked me....and I said yes," she started slowly, making Ron's face even redder. "because," Ginny continued, trying to think of something to say. Finally she just had to tel the truth. "Because...I..love him."
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Draco leaned up against the wall just outside of the Great Hall, watching the two Weasley brothers nervously. They were talking softly to each other, and,, for some reason or other, that made him extremely nervous. Finally then turned to look at him, and Fred stepped foreward. "Malfoy..." he said. "Draco..." George put in. "We'd like to know something." Fred stated. "Just a small thing, miniscule, really," George added. Draco shrugged, trying not to shake. "S-Sure," he said, trying to sound calm. Fed leaned up against the wall on his right, George on his left, imitating him. "Why were you dancing with our sister?" Fred asked suddenly, his voice becoming icy. Draco stared straight ahead, trying to breathe normally. Why wouldn't his mind work now, when it needed to, and not when he didn't want it to.
Fred turned and put one hand on the wall next to Draco's head. "It's a simple question. Shouldn't be that hard to answer," Draco blinked. George imitated his brother. "Unless, that is, dear brother," he said, looking at Draco yet adressing Fred. "He's hiding something." "Now, what would he be hiding, George?" Fred asked. Draco glued his gaze to the wall in front of him. "I have no idea, Fred. Maybe we should ask him."
"Good idead. Draco," Fred asked smoothly. "Are you hiding something?" They both smiled sweetly. "No. What would I be hiding?" Draco said, never peeling his gaze away from the stone. Although it seemed that if he looked into either brothers eyes he would see the exact thing. Fred walked in front of Malfoy and pinned his shoulder to the wall. "Malfoy, you slimy git, why were you dancing with our sister?" he demanded. Draco tried to remain as calm as possible with Fred pushing on his arm.
George started pacing. "We really do love our sister, and we need to protect her from nasty little buggers like you, Malfoy. So for bloody hell just tell us why you were dancng with her! I'm sure if your playing some little game she won't realize it and that'll hurt her bad." He stopped to look at Draco. "We don't want that, do we Fred." "Oy, we don't." Draco sighed. He mumbled something incoherent.
"What was that? Didn't catch that, there, would you like to repeat it?" Fred said, applying more pressure to Draco's arm. Draco fidgeted a little. "I said , 'Can't I just dance with...." another unaudible mumble. George sighed, exasperated. "For the love of Merlin, just say it!" Draco sighed and remained silent. Fred pushed harder against his shoulder against the wall. "I said," Draco said in a shrill voice because of his arm. "Why can't I just dance with," he lowered his voice the tiniest bit. " With a girl I love?"
Fred punched him.