One of These Days

Dedicated To: My Harry Potter buddies (AfroThunda and DiscoStacie) and all of the D/G fans out there! Oh yeah, and my D/G fan friends Jenny & Adri!

Rating: PG-13 (For implied subjects, mild language, and violence.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or other of the related characters, J.K.Rowling does, blah, blah, blah…

Chapter Two: Scowling While Huffing

The next morning, Draco groggily fell out of his bed, fully dressed.

"What did I do last night?"

That is when he remembered being in the woods with Ginny. Draco didn't want to remember. He stumbled to his mirror and fixed his hair.

"Stupid…Wind…"

Draco opened his door and walked into the common room. There standing before him was a mess of curls and flowery perfume.

"Good Morning, Draco!"

"Hello, Pansy…" Draco sighed.

"I heard you come up the stairs quite late last night. Where were you?"

"None of your business. Now bugger off."

Pansy scowled and put her hands on her hips.

"Don't go into that phase again, Draco Carlo Malfoy."

Draco rolled his eyes and pushed past Pansy.

"Get back here right now Draco, or else!"

Draco turned just before going out the door.

"Or else what? Kiss me? Now, that's a horrible thought!"

And with that Draco went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Ginny walked into the Great Hall with Eunice by her side.

"So, um, Gin. Where exactly were you last night?"

"In the Forbidden Forest."

"By yourself?"

"Not entirely."

The two girls sat down at the Gryffindor table and waited for their plates to pop up.

"What do you mean, Gin?"

The plates appeared and Ginny started piling food onto her plate as she replied, "Malfoy was there and we kind of fought verbally."

Eunice smiled.

"Ooooh! Ginny and Draco!"

Ginny furrowed her eyebrows.

"What?! NO! No way! No way in a million years! I would never want that slimy creature!"

"What's the matter, Gin? You don't fancy Draco at all?"

Ginny was even more confused.

"No! I don't! Do you?!"

"Well, yeah, I mean, he's tall, strong, witty, and his eyes are so intense!"

Ginny stared at her friend; her chin was to the floor.

"I never knew you thought about Malfoy that way…"

"Oh, come on! I'm not the only one who thinks that Draco belongs in a boy band!"

"Who else wants that snake!?"

"Angela, Sandra, Remy, Katie-"

"Katie Bell?!"

"Yeah, Natasha, Kelly, Misty, Nicole, Cho-"

"Chang? Cho Chang?"

"Yes! Don't sound surprised!"

Ginny shook her head and looked at her food.

"I think I've lost my appetite."

Draco sat at the far end of the Slytherin table. As soon as his plate appeared he started placing food onto it. He looked up and immediately saw Ginny giggling at something Harry had said. Draco could feel envy seep into his veins. He caught himself.

Draco: What is wrong with me? Why am I so jealous of Potter today?

Ginny's hair bounced on her shoulders as she laughed and her lips revealed a beautiful smile. Draco could not eat any more. The odd sensation had come back.

"I'm going to the Quidditch field. Don't follow me." He grunted to Crabbe and Goyle.

The light mist pelted Draco's face softly as he zoomed around the field. Flying always helped him clear his thoughts. He closed his eyes and pushed forward, making the broom accelerate. He could feel the wind gust through his sliver hair, past his robes, against his forehead, and into his ears. Draco was free of everything during these few minutes of peace. No one could bother him, the fear of becoming his father had left him, he couldn't feel the pressure of being a Malfoy, Draco was no longer in his own mind. He was far off in the clouds, dreaming of a better care-free life. He suddenly could hear his cursed surname being called and it felt as if a million weights were placed on his shoulders.

"Hey! Malfoy, Malfoy! Off the field."

Draco growled and to his great displeasure he found the Gryffindor Quidditch team standing below him.

"We've got the field this morning!" yelled Harry.

Draco flew down and stood in front of Harry. He saw Ginny standing next to Harry and felt all of his thoughts surge back.

"I was through with it anyway."

Ginny stuck her tongue out at Draco. He saw her do this out of the corner of his eye and turned to face her.

"You lost all of your innocence after Tom Riddle violated you."

She was shocked.

"How do you know about that?"

"Hello! My father does work with the ministry, Weasel."

Harry scowled and blocked Draco's view of Ginny.

"You'll call her by her proper name!"

"I don't need a threat from a muggle-lover today, Potter."

"Just leave the field, Malfoy." Harry said through clenched teeth.

"Alright, Potter. I'll leave the field."

Draco flew off of the grass and into the stands. There he sat and smirked.

Harry kept scowling and said, "Let's practice."

The Gryffindor Quidditch team mounted their brooms and started practicing. Draco crossed his arms and watched them fly.

"You're going too slowly, Bell."

"Keep yourself centered, Potter."

"Creevy! Hit the bludger that way!"

Draco yelled this and several other things at them. He kept criticizing everyone except the newest edition to the Gryffindor team, Ginny. Colin was in the Hospital Wing after he took a bludger to his head. He finally came out of his coma but Madame Pompfry still wouldn't let him leave, so, Ginny was taking his place as a beater. Draco thought she did very well, and was wicked with a broom. He watched her gracefully fly around the other players to get to the bludger.

Ginny walked out of the dressing room attempting to catch her hair into a ponytail, when she saw Draco leaning against a nearby wall. She felt her cheeks get warmer.

"Malfoy! What are you doing outside the Gryffindor Girls' dressing room?"

Ginny pretended to be livid with Draco. He merely glanced at her and sneered.

"I was actually waiting for Potter. I wanted to knock the living daylights out of him today."

Ginny huffed and scowled slightly.

"You couldn't if you tried! And besides, this is the girls' dressing room."

"Exactly, Weasel."

Ginny flipped her red hair back with fury.

"You're the most annoying prat I've ever met." She seethed.

"And you're the poorest prat I've ever met," He shot back playfully.

Ginny huffed again and walked past Draco angrily. He followed Ginny's red head with his eyes and grabbed her upper arm.

"Why are you leaving so soon? We're getting along so well!"

Ginny scowled harder at Draco and gave him a swift kick in the shin.

"Ah! You little-!"

He bowed down and grabbed his leg as Ginny stomped off.