Chapter 7
Nice try Weasley. Go back to your dorm and put on some proper clothes now.
D.M. (Shut up about my middle name, you prig.)
Ginny smirked knowingly at the letter. There was no way she was going back to change.
The expression on Malfoy's face had been priceless when she had waltzed into the Great Hall wearing a long skirt that had a tattered hem that positively dragged along the floor, matched with a baggy purple and yellow polka-dotted shirt. He had been bamboozled, flabbergasted, knocked speechless.
Boy, she was good.
She glanced over at the Slytherin, not surprised to find a pair of slate-grey eyes narrowed angrily at her. She raised one eyebrow haughtily, and shovelled her scrambled eggs into her mouth. He cringed, and she smirked.
"Say Gin, who are you looking at?"
Startled, Ginny looked over at Colin, her mouth bulging with eggs.
"Omm. Nmmmthmm."
"Oh gross Gin. Swallow and repeat."
Ginny swallowed obediently, and promptly choked on a piece of egg. Colin thumped her enthusiastically on her back, whamming his balled fist into her spine.
"OW! That bloody hurt Colin!"
"Yeah well. So what or who were you looking at pray tell?"
"Oh that. No one. Was just admiring the tapestry across the room."
Colin glanced at her suspiciously, before looking across the room.
"Say! That is nice! Gosh, I need my camera!"
Ginny returned to her breakfast, taking extra care to eat as messily as she could, mumbling a goodbye to Colin as he dashed out of the Great Hall, to get his camera. Good old Colin, she thought fondly, with the eternal camera fetish.
Just then, as she looked up at the Slytherin table, her eyes met Draco's, and she picked up her glass of juice and sipped at it noisily.
Suddenly, she saw Draco grimace, stand up and slam his cutlery on the table, effectively drawing the attention of the rest of the Great Hall. Alarm bells started ringing madly in her head.
Ron turned towards her and quipped most wittily, "Looks like the stick in his arse went up even higher eh!"
Upon saying so, he and Harry fell into hysterics, snorting into their eggs and ham. Hermione slapped the two chortling boys on the back, as they both simultaneously choked on their food, eyes tearing profusely. Ginny rolled her eyes.
The seemingly irate Slytherin strode over to her, much to the Dream Team's unease. Draco grabbed her arm, and tugged her out of her seat rudely. Taking a look at his face, which miraculously resembled a thundercloud, she wisely decided that perhaps it was prudent to not retaliate, and also, to swallow her mouthful of food.
However, Ron obviously didn't see things her way.
"Oi Malfoy! What the bloody blazes do you think you're doing huh?"
Ginny observed that his face was a brilliant shade of puce. Dang, where was Colin when there were good pictures!
Draco turned dark grey, almost black, eyes on her brother, and hissed sharply, "It's none of your bloody business Weasel."
"Well let her go! Before I do something to your pale pointy face, Ferret-boy."
"Do shut up Weasley, before I really lose my temper," Draco snarled, as he tugged Ginny towards the exit.
"Let her go, you arse! Before I really lose my temper. And then you'll regret it trust me!"
"I'm so scared! Big bad Ronniekins is going to beat me up! Ah well, let me consider… No."
Draco's tone was so chilly; Ginny swore that her ears almost froze.
Ron apparently didn't get the hint, and barrelled on, foolishly in Ginny's opinion. He lunged at Draco, hands outstretched for his neck. In that surreal, dreamlike moment, when everything seemed to be suspended, Ginny thought that that was a really stupid thing to do. Besides, McGonagall was already approaching, a look of supreme concern on her face. Dumbledore, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show immensely.
No teacher intervention was required eventually, as Draco whipped out his wand and effectively Immobilized Ron, turning on the quickly advancing Harry and Hermione. Ginny shook her head, emitted a long suffering sigh, and stepped between Harry and Hermione, and Draco.
"Look, it's all right really."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Draco open his mouth, and she jabbed her elbow viciously into his gut, and he winced, almost doubling up.
"Are you sure Ginny?"
Harry looked a tad too suspicious, and he took a cautionary step forward.
"Uh yeah, don't worry. And tell Ron not to get too miffed okay?"
Then she turned and fled out of the Great Hall, pulling Draco along with her before the advancing Transfiguration teacher could grab hold of them and slap a severe punishment on them, fully aware of the curious stares that followed them out.
Maybe it was her outfit.
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"What's your problem Malfoy? You just can't go up cursing people! And one more crack about 'Weasel' and I swear, don't expect any offspring!"
Malfoy merely calmly inspected his nails. They were in the dungeons, in one of the lesser known and used cells, and it was filthy, and she wasn't referring to his nails.
"Tonight at seven Weasley. Meet me at the portrait of Dandy the Dumb. Don't be late."
Then he turned around, and swept out of the dungeon, leaving a dumbstruck Ginny behind, mouth agape.
The cheek of that boy!
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However, seven o'clock precisely that night saw a still slightly fuming Ginny Weasley standing just in front of the portrait, enduring the curious leers of Dandy, who wandered lost, in his own portrait.
Half an hour passed, and Ginny Weasley, no long slightly fuming, but full out enraged, clutched her wand in her pocket, grip iron-tight. Sodding Malfoy!
One hour later, Draco Malfoy turned up, sauntering nonchalantly out of the dungeons, fingers at work at his tie, winding it around with expert ease. A dark-haired, dark-eyed boy followed him out, hands tucked coolly in his pockets.
Ginny scowled, "Where in the bloody world have you been Malfoy? I've been waiting for – get this – one bloody hour, you dumb arse!"
Once again, as earlier in the day, Malfoy merely swept an imperious gaze over her, and chose not to reply her comments. Instead, he glanced at the dark-haired boy and gestured him over.
"Ah yes, you're here. Good. Now I'd like to introduce you to Blaise here, Blaise Zabini. He's going to help me teach you."
His introduction was followed by Ginny's blank stare, as Blaise took a step forward, picked up her hand and kissed it regally. Coming to her senses, she blushed tremendously and yanked her hand away.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance. Draco here has told me much about… you."
A small smile was on the Slytherin's face, and Ginny crinkled her nose. Draco suddenly spoke up, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to get this lesson under way. After all, it's already 8 o'clock, and we've only one hour till curfew."
Ginny stared incredulously. What an arrogant berk!
"That's because you were late by one hour, you dim-wit!"
She made sure she placed extra emphasis on "dim", and was rewarded with an annoyed stare from the blonde.
Blaise looked on in interest between the two of them, with an air of amusement. Well well well. Now this was going to be fun!
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A/N: Yes I know this is another filler chapter I know (and I feel so guilty), not much content and plot development, but I thought I needed to buy myself a little bit more time, to allow myself to really properly think out the entire plotline. -guilty smile- As it is, next chapter will be on, oh wait. XD I shan't say shall I? Just be patient, should be out soon, hopefully next week, since I have a month's holidays coming up! Yippee!
And I do love Blaise so, even if I say so myself. :D
And hint hint: notice the growing somewhat less tense relationship between our favourite couple? (: Okay that was pathetic.
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