A/N: Sorry if the first chapter was sorta confusing, I put lil' stars to indicate time passage and italicized their thoughts but I guess they must've hightailed it, lol. Anyways, here's the second chapter! Full speed ahead!
Cracking the Potions classroom door open a bit, Ginny peeked inside. Malfoy was sitting on a chair, his feet propped up on one of the lab tables while he studied a photograph.
"Hello?"
Malfoy didn't hear her.
"Um...Malfoy?" Ginny opened the door wider, just enough to let her slip through, "I'm here." she said hesitantly.
Malfoy looked looked up from the photograph, peeved at being interrupted, "About time," he sneered. "Sit."
He took his feet off the table and tucked the photograph into his robes, "The only reason I'm here is because YOU'RE failing Potions. Idiot. Can I ask you how that is even possible?" he glared at her with his angry gray eyes.
Ginny didn't reply, instead, she plunked her bag onto the table and took out her quill, ink, and some paper.
"Okay then. Let's get started." Malfoy grabbed the ingredients needed to make the potion they were concocting, "Here," he shoved them at her along with the recipe, "start. Take notes too."
Ginny glared at Malfoy, 'This is exactly the same way Professor Snape teaches, hands us ingredients and inspects us to come up with a potion outta nowhere.' She frowned, reading the recipe, "Hmmm.....One frog's foot....There.....Two liters of aged cow's blood....eeewww....Mandrake root...."
Malfoy sat in a chair nearby, his arms folded over his chest, "Do you have to go so slowly?" he asked impatiently, "We only have two hours."
Stirring the cauldron, Ginny shot the boy an angry look, "Two hours is plenty of time!"
"You're stirring it wrong!
"Then YOU do it, Mr. Perfect!" She thrust the giant spoon at him, "Go ahead!"
Malfoy caught the spoon, rising from his chair he took Ginny's hands and wrapped them around the spoon. "It's like this," he said softly, "Counter-clockwise at a slow speed," he guided her hands with his own. Ginny, shocked, nodded, the feel of his uncalloused hands sending sparks to her brain. He leaned in closer, as if to kiss her. Ginny closed her eyes, expecting his lips to make contact with hers any second. Suddenly he stopped, looked at his hands, and let go, as if only realizing that she was a Weasley, "Great, Weasel, now I'm gonna have to wash my hands." He wiped imaginary germs off his hands on his cloak.
Ginny blushed, "If anyone's dirty it'd be you!" She exclaimed, continuing to stir the cauldron the way he had guided her to. "Screwing around with every girl in this school!"
"Keep it shut, Weasley." He snapped, "You're not the only one, what would your parents think if they knew that you weren't so innocent either?"
"I'm a virgin!"
"That's what you want us to think. Like you and Potter really didn't get it on in the Chamber of Secrets. C'mon now!"
Ginny's face turned red, "For heavens' sake! I was ten at the time! No one loses their virginity at TEN! And besides," she added coyly, "how would YOU know if I wasn't a virgin?"
"So you HAVE lost it."
"Lost what?"
"Your virginity."
"No I haven't!"
Malfoy walked to her, pressing himself against Ginny, "And you expect me to believe that?"
Ginny felt breathless, why did she have to notice how hott he was NOW? Of all times..."Yes," she breathed, stubbornly sticking her chin out in defiance as she took one step backwards.
"What, are afraid of me now?" he cornered her against a wall, one hand on either said on her head, "No one's here to save you."
His eyes seemed to bore into her, reading her soul. Ginny gulped, uh oh. She closed her eyes, and turned her head away.
Malfoy dropped his hands and stepped backwards, "So you are afraid of me," he said, his voice low.
Ginny looked into his gray eyes, they looked hurt. But in a second they returned to the same cold look they always had. Malfoy looked at the clock. 7:45. "Go."
"But we still have-"
"You are dismissed."
Ginny gathered her things quickly, risking a glance at Malfoy. He'd acted so strange, so different from how he usually did. She bit her lip, it puzzled her. She poured a bit of the potion into a small vial and capped it, writing her name on it and placed it on Professor Snape's desk for grading. Ginny headed towards the door, "Bye." she muttered and left.
Cracking the Potions classroom door open a bit, Ginny peeked inside. Malfoy was sitting on a chair, his feet propped up on one of the lab tables while he studied a photograph.
"Hello?"
Malfoy didn't hear her.
"Um...Malfoy?" Ginny opened the door wider, just enough to let her slip through, "I'm here." she said hesitantly.
Malfoy looked looked up from the photograph, peeved at being interrupted, "About time," he sneered. "Sit."
He took his feet off the table and tucked the photograph into his robes, "The only reason I'm here is because YOU'RE failing Potions. Idiot. Can I ask you how that is even possible?" he glared at her with his angry gray eyes.
Ginny didn't reply, instead, she plunked her bag onto the table and took out her quill, ink, and some paper.
"Okay then. Let's get started." Malfoy grabbed the ingredients needed to make the potion they were concocting, "Here," he shoved them at her along with the recipe, "start. Take notes too."
Ginny glared at Malfoy, 'This is exactly the same way Professor Snape teaches, hands us ingredients and inspects us to come up with a potion outta nowhere.' She frowned, reading the recipe, "Hmmm.....One frog's foot....There.....Two liters of aged cow's blood....eeewww....Mandrake root...."
Malfoy sat in a chair nearby, his arms folded over his chest, "Do you have to go so slowly?" he asked impatiently, "We only have two hours."
Stirring the cauldron, Ginny shot the boy an angry look, "Two hours is plenty of time!"
"You're stirring it wrong!
"Then YOU do it, Mr. Perfect!" She thrust the giant spoon at him, "Go ahead!"
Malfoy caught the spoon, rising from his chair he took Ginny's hands and wrapped them around the spoon. "It's like this," he said softly, "Counter-clockwise at a slow speed," he guided her hands with his own. Ginny, shocked, nodded, the feel of his uncalloused hands sending sparks to her brain. He leaned in closer, as if to kiss her. Ginny closed her eyes, expecting his lips to make contact with hers any second. Suddenly he stopped, looked at his hands, and let go, as if only realizing that she was a Weasley, "Great, Weasel, now I'm gonna have to wash my hands." He wiped imaginary germs off his hands on his cloak.
Ginny blushed, "If anyone's dirty it'd be you!" She exclaimed, continuing to stir the cauldron the way he had guided her to. "Screwing around with every girl in this school!"
"Keep it shut, Weasley." He snapped, "You're not the only one, what would your parents think if they knew that you weren't so innocent either?"
"I'm a virgin!"
"That's what you want us to think. Like you and Potter really didn't get it on in the Chamber of Secrets. C'mon now!"
Ginny's face turned red, "For heavens' sake! I was ten at the time! No one loses their virginity at TEN! And besides," she added coyly, "how would YOU know if I wasn't a virgin?"
"So you HAVE lost it."
"Lost what?"
"Your virginity."
"No I haven't!"
Malfoy walked to her, pressing himself against Ginny, "And you expect me to believe that?"
Ginny felt breathless, why did she have to notice how hott he was NOW? Of all times..."Yes," she breathed, stubbornly sticking her chin out in defiance as she took one step backwards.
"What, are afraid of me now?" he cornered her against a wall, one hand on either said on her head, "No one's here to save you."
His eyes seemed to bore into her, reading her soul. Ginny gulped, uh oh. She closed her eyes, and turned her head away.
Malfoy dropped his hands and stepped backwards, "So you are afraid of me," he said, his voice low.
Ginny looked into his gray eyes, they looked hurt. But in a second they returned to the same cold look they always had. Malfoy looked at the clock. 7:45. "Go."
"But we still have-"
"You are dismissed."
Ginny gathered her things quickly, risking a glance at Malfoy. He'd acted so strange, so different from how he usually did. She bit her lip, it puzzled her. She poured a bit of the potion into a small vial and capped it, writing her name on it and placed it on Professor Snape's desk for grading. Ginny headed towards the door, "Bye." she muttered and left.