Back in his room, Draco swore and kicked his chair, earning himself a stubbed toe in the process. He never should have appeared so bloody agreeable to whatever that Weaselette had said! Now he sounded like a bloody desperate character, who couldn't get any girl her wanted.
He plopped down in his bed, and buried his head in his palms. He just knew that his reputation was so dead. How could he be such a dolt? He mentally kicked himself as he recalled the rest of the conversation with the littlest Weasley.
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Ginny stared incredulously at him, as he explained slowly, his cheeks tinged with a slight hint of red. "You see, I'd like to learn to be nice. As in, less mean, and um, nicer." He stressed uncomfortably.
He shifted nervously as he watched one of her red eyebrows rise ever so slowly. Running a anxious hand through his hair, he wondered what her reaction would be, as his insides squirmed. He closed his eyes, and leaned back against the wall.
Suddenly, peals of laughter filled his ears. He opened one of his eyes inquiringly, only to see her doubled over in laughter. His other eye popped open in indignation. How could she laugh? It really wasn't funny. It was a desperate situation.
He glared angrily at her, the warmth of his fury tingling to his extremities. He absolutely detested people who laughed at him. Ginny paused, gasping for breath, one arm braced against the wall. Her face was red, giving her the overall look of a tomato.
He gritted his teeth. He could not afford to lose his temper. Not now at least, when his sodding virginity hung on her response. "So?" He forced out.
Ginny looked up, her face a solemn mask. Then her lips started twitching again, and she lost all control. Again.
And again.
And again.
Draco stood impatiently against the wall, wondering if there was a button that he could press to stop her laughing. It was almost curfew! He did not fancy being caught by Filch again. Once had been more than enough to last him three lifetimes. It had been most disconcerting and terrifying to be hauled up to Filch's office. He swore that Filch was checking him out, his eyes roving all over him, as he scrawled down the punishment, which had turned out to be spanking. He refused to have his dignity molested and outraged like that ever again. It was good and all to be checked out, but by Filch? Ugh. How sick was that?
Draco self-consciously crossed his arms in front of his chest at that memory. Eeww.
Finally, the Weaselette dragged herself up, choking in her valiant attempts not to laugh, and she giggled, "So um, you want to learn to be nice, and I want to learn to be bad. Fine, I've got no problems. So um, I'll contact you with further details."
As she finished her sentence, she turned and weaved off, staggering slightly as she resumed guffawing. A Malfoy learning to be nice indeed. What a joke!
Draco stood, a little astonished, and muttered, more to himself than to her, "Um, okay…"
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Draco buried his face in his pillow, feeling his cheeks flush. He should have dragged her back, and demanded more! He should not have just let her walk off! Now he seemed like a pansy, and she would think that she could lord it over him.
He growled into his pillow, "I'll show her who's boss!" It came out as a muffled groan.
His door creaked open, but Draco refused to look up. His face was still red, and Malfoys did not blush. It was girly and therefore, demeaning.
He heard Crabbe's dull voice say, "So um boss. We kind of um, heard noises coming from your room eh. So me and Goyle decided to come check it out eh. So um, wanna go have dinner?"
Draco vaguely made out some shuffling sounds, and he replied, in a suitably muffled manner, "It's Goyle and me, you dolt. Have you no knowledge of grammar? Oh wait, you probably don't."
"Um yea boss. Goyle and me. So d-uh. Dinner boss?"
Draco groaned. "Bloody hell Crabbe. Do anything you want, just get out of my room yea?"
"Yea boss. No problem." There were more shuffling sounds before Draco heard the blessed creak of the door and click of the lock, before he removed his face from his pillow. Thank goodness. It had been getting a bit hard to breathe, and he was starting to get asphyxiated.
Brought back to the matter at hand, the very pressing matter at hand, Draco whipped out his most tattered quill (which wasn't that tattered anyways) and some parchment embossed with the Malfoy crest. He had certain issues to clear up, and there was no point wasting his best quill on trash like the Weasleys. What was it that Father always said? Oh bollocks, whatever it was, it had something to do with not wasting good stuff on bad stuff.
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Back in the sixth girls' dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower, Ginny clutched at her fellow schoolmates, Lavender and Parvati, the resident gossipmongers, as she wheezed for breath, grabbing onto her sides, that ached with laughter. Giggles echoed loudly around the room.
"And… and then I tell you, his face was absolutely…"
She was rudely interrupted in the middle of her story telling, when a regal eagle owl swooped into the room, and promptly deposited itself on her arm, digging razor-sharp talons into her arm.
"Ow ow ow OW!"
Ginny quickly removed the letter from the owl's beak, and then tried to shoo it off, to now avail. Thankfully, the pressure had decreased slightly, even though she knew she was sure to have bruises on the arm the next day.
Parvati peered curiously at the bird, before commenting, "Hey look, isn't that Malfoy's bird?"
She paused, before adding in, "No pun intended of course."
Snorting with mirth, Lavender and Parvati rolled around on the bed, whilst Ginny smirked to herself, wondering what Malfoy wanted.
"Oh get off you sodding bird… owl."
Ginny waved her wand threateningly at the owl, and the bird got the hint, hopping off her arm and onto the table, leaving deep dents in her arm. Rubbing at the marks with one hand, Ginny broke the seal on the letter gingerly.
"Well well, what do we have here?"
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A/N: Um sorry for the delay, and this short short short chapter (even by my standards) but I'm currently having my mid years now, which really sucks, because normally we don't have mid years, but ah never mind. The point is, I'm extremely busy, and I'm planning a new fic, so be prepared for some wait. But don't worry, I'll still be alive and updating! And stay tuned for my next fic, which should be up by June. Or at least the first chapter should. "Should" being the key word here. (:
And yes, I am perfectly aware that in this fic, Ginny is supposed to be in her fifth year, so you must be wondering what's she's doing in the sixth years' dorm, but that's because she's having a girl talk yea? So hence, she's in the dorm okay? Just so I don't get any questions…
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