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"Hullo, hic, Miss," Ginny was greeted by Winky the house elf as she stepped inside of the kitchens.
Noticing the mugs of butterbeer on the table before the fire as Winky rose, Ginny smiled.
"Hello Winky, how have you been?" Ginny asked warmly.
"Well Miss, Winky is missing her, hic, Master terribly, hic. But Dumbledore, hic, has been kind to allow Winky to serve his students."
While Ginny never signed up as a member of S.P.E.W., she was somewhat pained to see a creature seemingly so distraught not to live her life in servitude.
"What, hic, can Winky get for Miss?"
"Actually Winky, if you could spare it, I think I would enjoy a mug of butterbeer right about now."
Winky looked nervous at the suggestion, while students weren't supposed to come to the kitchens for food, it was not uncommon, but this is the first time one had dared to ask for butterbeer. She knew the students had stolen them for their house parties on numerous occasions, but they had never asked outright for the drink.
"I won't tell anyone honestly, I've simply had a horrible morning," Ginny implored of the house-elf.
"Well, I suppose it, hic, won't do no harm. Winky will bring you the butterbeer, if you will be joining, hic, Winky," The house-elf smiled.
"I would be delighted," Ginny replied, amazed that this house-elf whom had certainly never dared to sit and partake of food or drink with residents of her manor in her previous life, was now inviting her to drink with her.
"To Miss, hic, and this wonderful, hic, drink," Winky offered a toast.
Ginny laughed, "Here, here," she toasted as she took a sip of the warm drink. "I think, that you should slow down there Winky."
"Hic, Winky is very grateful to Dumbledore, but me still, hic, misses me Master. The butterbeer helps, hic, Winky to forget her shame, hic."
Not knowing how to reply, Ginny simply finished her butterbeer in silence before hurrying out of the kitchens muttering something about a potions essay and the library.
*****
"What on earth were you doing talking with that slime ball and that stupid git Gin?" Ron asked as he strolled over to sit on the other side of Liane across from Ginny.
"Malfoy was simply giving Snape the proper ammunition to earn me a month's worth of detention," Ginny replied looking down at her plate.
"A month, he can't do that Ginny," Harry added as he sat to the other side of Ginny.
"Well he did Harry, and it just so happens I will be serving my detention during the Gryffindor practice."
"Bloody bastard, I'll kill him for this," Ron seethed as he got up to head over to the Slytherin table before Hermione and Liane managed to pull him down.
"What has the Ferret done now?" Hermione asked knowingly as she sat joining her housemates and saw the red throughout her boyfriend's face.
"He has arranged for my sister to serve detention every day for the next month from that overgrown bat they call a potion's master."
"How did he manage that?" Hermione asked, not allowing herself to get angry before she knew all of the facts.
"Well I didn't have anything to do after our practice was cancelled. Harry and Ron were so anxious to get back to you, *alone*, so I decided to walk around the pitch. Malfoy saw me when he dove to catch the Snitch, and wasted no time in informing Snape."
Ginny didn't see the need to let them in on her encounter with Malfoy at the lake, as she was sure the idea of Malfoy flirting with his sister wouldn't help matters in the least.
"Bloody Brilliant Gin," Ron beamed. "So what are those snakes up to, did you get any good strategies to report back to us?"
"Ron," Harry, Hermione, and Liane bellowed at him.
"This is anything but good Ron, Ginny is the best Chaser that we have. We can't afford to lose her for a month's worth of practice, or else this game against Ravenclaw will be the only one that we win this year."
"Oh yeah, I won't be playing in the Ravenclaw game either. It was 75 points, one game, and a month's worth of detention when he was through." Ginny added, feeling even worse than when she first heard the news at the look on her team captain's face.
"I've got a potion's essay to work on, I don't need to give Snape any more excuses to punish me, so I'll see you all later," Ginny stated before heading up to the Gryffindor common room.
*****
"How's my little Weasel this morning, are we feeling playful?" Ginny heard the familiar drawl as she stepped out of the kitchens and headed off towards Gryffindor tower.
"I thought I made it perfectly clear last night, that I have no intentions of 'playing' with you ever again." Ginny stated calmly, not breaking her stride.
Ginny heard the jogging steps behind her and silently thought, 'God, why me?'
Draco spun Ginny around and put his hands firmly on her waist pulling her close to him. "Well Ginny," Draco spat, putting so much venom into the word that he couldn't have been more disrespectful if he had tried. "I for one am not willing to give up our play dates. I'll let you walk away for now; but a Malfoy gets what he wants, when he wants. You will not be so lucky next time," Draco hissed in her ear before lewdly trailing his tongue from her ear down her throat.
"What's wrong? Lil' Drakie rejected by the poor filthy muggle lover?" Ginny mocked in the sing songy voice of a five year old. "Get a clue and go find your stupid lil' bitch Pansy, she's anxious to rekindle that old flame of yours."
With that, Ginny broke free of his gasp, punching him as hard as she could dangerously low, and sped off up the hall again.
'What the hell did you do Malfoy, you're never going to get her if you keep pulling the evil Lord of Slytherin act.'
'I can't just stroll up to her and tell her I love her. Hell I don't even know what love is,' Draco replied to himself.
'She doesn't need all of that, she just wants you to show her,' an inward voice said to Draco as he remembered last night in the Room of Requirement.
"Do you really think I'm that person, I don't need any of that, what I need to know is that you feel something here," Ginny had stated plainly, placing her hand over his chest.
"She's right you know Drakie, I am anxious to re-kindle that old flame, It's been too long," Pansy cooed as she walked up to drape her arms over Draco's shoulder's and whisper in his ear.
"Fuck off Parkinson, Malfoy's don't fraternize with common whore's." And with that Draco headed back to the Slytherin dungeons.