Chapter Two
"Hello?" said Ginny's soft voice. Draco became frightened, knowing that she wouldn't be very happy to see him. "Luna, where are you?"
"Luna's not here," he answered firmly, stepping out into the moonlight where Ginny could see him. "It's me you want."
"Why the hell would I want to see you, Draco? And why are you out here?" Ginny fumbled around with the note Draco had signed Luna's name to earlier, her eyebrows raised. She seemed to have been making her own inferences on the situation but was too afraid to say anything.
"Luna didn't write the note," said Draco. "I wrote the note. You're rather lucky I did, too."
"You bloody prat! Why, I've never known such a more insensitive, two-faced—" but Draco put his finger over her lips and she immediately stopped talking, making one of the most oddest faces possible. "What....the....devil..." she stammered, slapping his hand off her mouth. "What the hell is your bloody problem?"
"Shut up, Weasley, I'm talking," said Draco. No! he reprimanded himself. You can't order this one around. You have to be nice. But how the hell am I supposed to be nice? Draco's lips curled into what he attempted to be a sincere smile. But since he had never attempted to do such a challenging feat as this before, it looked rather peculiar.
"I don't know what you're talking about, or what you're up to, but I'm not going to have a part of it, I know that for sure. And what on earth are you making a face like that for? You look like a constipated thestral."
"Oh, shut up, you silly girl," he began. "Er—I mean, it's best if you not talk, Ginny."
Ginny threw her head back and laughed heartily. "You're trying to be nice, aren't you? You really are. If you'd just hold on one second, let me summon the school... I think everyone needs to see this for themselves—"
"For Christ's sake, Ginny, shut up! I'm trying, I really am," Draco stamped his foot angrily on the ground and crossed his arms over his chest. No one laughed at Draco Malfoy.
"Attention Hogwarts! The pointy nosed Slytherin Draco Malfoy you all know and hate has a sensitive side, and a rather shitty one at that!" said Ginny, jokingly.
Draco became overtaken with anger now, and wanted to badly to be back in bed, and for this to all have been a dream. "I'd appreciate it if you'd close that fat mouth of your, Weasley."
"Why should I do what you tell me to do, Draco Malfoy? You've held a grudge on my entire family since we came to this stupid school. Just because everyone in the world isn't as rich as you are doesn't mean you should talk down to them."
"You talk down to me, too," said Draco angrily.
"Yeah, I do, because you're a bastard, that's why. Now if you don't mind, I would like to know why you called me down here, because I'm getting a bit sleepy and wish to return to the dormitory..."
Draco had to tell her how he felt, but at the same time, he couldn't become one of those sensitive this-is-how-I'm-feeling Mama's boys. He grabbed Ginny's waist and stared into her wide green eyes.
"You're a pure blood," he said slowly. "I'm a pureblood. You knew from the day you saw me we should be together, Ginny Weasley."
"Alright, what did Crabbe and Goyle slip into your pumpkin juice, creep?" She shoved Draco's arm off her waist and stared at him for a second. Then, she turned and began to head back to the main school grounds.
"Ginny, what is the problem? You can't hold back. Look who I am. Good God, just look at me. Want me to take my shirt off? I developed quite a good physique over the summer...rock hard abs...okay, okay, I'll admit it. I'm damn hot. See? I admitted it. Now it's your turn."
Ginny turned around slowly, flashing a naughty smile at Draco. "Oh, really, Draco Malfoy. I guess I never really thought about you like that. Hmm, you're right Maybe with a bit of a makeover you could make some kind of a hunk." She inched closer and closer towards him, until her face was three inches from his. She slid her hand on the side of his face and pushed a hair behind his ear. "Yees, yes, I'm seeing it now," she smiled at him and winked. "Just with a few touches here and there..." She stared deeply at him in the eye, backed up slightly, allotting her knee just enough room to knock Malfoy in a place where the sun don't shine. "You disgusting bloke."
She flashed an innocent smile and then turned around, this time not being stopped by the now aching Draco, who was keeled over on the ground.
"Bloody hell," he muttered. "Love sucks."