The weeks blurred together until Halloween. Ginny and Harry were still together. Ginny had avoided Draco at all costs, and had managed quite neatly. There was to be a Halloween ball and Ginny, was, of course, going with Harry. She had never told him about her late night kiss with Draco in the dungeons.
"Gin-gin, aren't you ready yet!?!" Harry called up the stairs to his girlfriend.
"Almost." she called back. Although she'd never told him, the nickname Gin-gin bothered her. It made her feel about five, and she got enough of that from her brothers and parents! Ron still wasn't overly happy with Ginny and Harry, Hermione was giving him another talking to.
A moment later Ginny descended the girl's staircase. She looked lovely. Her hair was piled into a knot of curls at the back of her head. The dress was strapless and made of gold satin. She looked like she was floating right above the floor. Golden brown shadow was swept across her eyelids. The color made her eyes look even bigger and showed gold facets in them. Her cupid's bow mouth was painted a dark red. Smiling, she looked down at Harry. They were having a moment, but Ron managed to ruin it.
"Ginny, go put on the rest of your dress!"
Hermione hit him over the head fondly. "Leave them be." she said, exasperatedly. Ron grumbled under his breath, straightening his green dress robes.
Ginny rolled her eyes and came the rest of the way down the stairs. She stopped next to Harry, resting her hand on his arm. "Shall we?"
"We shall." Harry grinned, taking her arm, and leading her from the common room.
Awhile later Ginny stood in a corner. Harry had, for the moment, abandoned her to go and talk to a few friends of his. Ginny wouldn't have minded except that the moment seemed to be stretching on and on. He had only danced with her once before disappearing. Draco was slinking around, and had made sure Potter was detained for as long as possible.
Ginny shifted. Everyone was enjoying the dance. And yet here she was, all dressed up, actually wearing make-up and she had no one to dance with or even talk to.
"You look stunning, Weasel, I must say." Draco said, silkily from behind her.
"That's not my name." said Ginny, turning around and frowning prettily at him. "And leave me alone." but that last was almost more of an after thought.
"Rather I called you Ginny?" asked Draco, he was swathed in fine black dress robes.
"I'd rather you left me alone, Malfoy."
"Oh, you would?" asked Draco sarcastically, implying him moving wasn't going to happen very quickly.
"I'd rather you called me Weasely, Malfoy. Not Weasel and certainly not Ginny." truth to tell, she often wished people would call her Ginevra. Not her brothers, but Harry, at least. Him calling her Ginny made her feel young. Not as young as the nickname Gin-gin though. She couldn't imagine Malfoy calling anyone Gin-gin. For a minute she contemplated having Draco's fine, cultivated voice call her Ginevra. Not liking how much she liked that thought, she mentally shook herself. "Anyway, what, exactly, do you want, Malfoy?"questioned Ginny. She pursed her perfectly painted red lips, putting one hand on a hip. Her posture plainly stated 'I have better things to do'. However, her lack of other company belied that statement.
"Potter left you, to go talk to his friends, leaving you here alone, I thought I'd come keep you company, Ginevra." He replied his voice smooth and deep. Seeing as she didn't want to be called anything else, he thought he'd try that.
"How did you know that's my name? Everybody assumes it's Virginia."
"I know they do, I heard your Mother calling you it on the Platform once, and during the sorting 6 years ago." Draco replied, a slight smile on his face, putting the charm on thickly.
Now, Ginny wasn't the most sensible of girls, she tended to quite often have her head in the clouds. She was a dreamer and charm could make her blush and stutter like nothing else could. "Oh." she said, not knowing what else to say. Draco had paid attention while she was being sorted. That was... Weird.
"And Ginevra is a beautiful name." continued Draco, pushing his almost white hair back from his face.
"Thank you." having a civilized conversation with Draco Malfoy was not normal and it was rather flustering her. Her fingers had grabbed a hold of a fold of her dress and were worrying it, back and forth. She was also biting her lower lip.
"Why are you so nervous?" asked Draco, edging slightly closer to her, his voice a low, almost seductive whisper.
"I'm not nervous." said Ginny defensively, taking a step back. They were over in a half hidden, darkened corner, which was good for Draco. If Ron or Harry, or hell, even Hermione, had seen him cornering her, he would have been in trouble.
Draco raised an eyebrow at her, his arms crossed, the great black flowing robes hanging from him, making him almost shapeless. "Either that or you're worrying." He said, his eyes flicking to her bottom lip, that was held between her teeth.
Ginny (or should it be Ginevra now?) let go of her dress and stopped biting her lip. "I'm neither." said the redhead more than a bit defiantly.
"If you say so, Ginevra." said Draco, her name rolling from his toungue so well.
"I do say so, Malfoy." Draco just looked at her, a slight smile on his face, defying her defiance of him almost.
"You are infinitely infuriating." said Ginny. She wanted to sound dignified but she only sounded rebellious.
"Thank you." replied Draco silkily.
Blaise, who was hanging about in a nearby corner, snorted. "Who says things like infinitely infuriating?" he muttered, coming up to Draco and Ginny.
"Me." said the girl. "And you're welcome." she informed Draco. Ginny shot a look at Blaise. He was very, very attractive and she was feeling neglected by Harry. And he wasn't as big of an ass as Draco. So why was it that she felt she'd rather dance with Draco then Blaise. Eek! No way had just thought any of that. Ginny Weasley didn't dance with Slytherins!
Draco looked down at her, a laugh was mustered in his throat. "Ginevra." he said. "Dance?!
"I can't. I'm waiting for Harry." said Ginny. Blaise rolled his green eyes expressively.
Draco looked around, over the top of everyone. "He's not in here." Draco said. Raising an eyebrow at Blaise.
"He said he'd be right back." her voice sounded annoyed, but it didn't seem directed at either of the Slytherins.
"Hmm..." Draco thought. He needed a way to win Ginny over, and quickly.
"I can't believe he'd say he was just going to talk to friends for a minute and then leave completely. That's not like him." said Ginny. She seemed to be talking more to herself then to the other two. Draco looked down at her. He had, had Harry detained, but where he was now, he didn't know.
"Don't do that." said Ginny.
"Do what?" asked Draco.
"Look down your nose at me like that." she replied. Blaise began to snicker. Draco did rather have a tendancy to look at people that way.
Draco raised an eyebrow, "I didn't."
"Oh whatever you say Your Highness." said Ginny snappishly. He shook his head slightly, glancing over to Blaise. Blaise gave the other boy a wide-eyed, innocent stare.
Draco clenched his teeth tightly. "I wonder where your precious Potter is."
"Here he comes, actually. Speak of the devil." said Blaise, face dead-pan. His eyes were twinkling however. He liked nothing more then a little mischeif and Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy liking the same girl wasn't just mischeif, it was melodrama! Draco looked up, his steely eyes focused quickly on the messy haired boy.
Ginny plastered a smile onto her well-made-up face, but it looked a bit forced. "Harry, where've you been?" said Ginny.
Harry grimaced, and went straight for Draco. "What did you do that for?" He said, hands pinning Draco's robes to the wall.
Ginny looked between Draco, harry, and Blaise. She got the feeling, somehow, that she was the only one who had no idea, absolutely no idea, what the hell was going on. "Would someone mind clueing me in?" asked Ginny petulantly.
"Do what?" Draco asked, his voice frustratiungly calm. Ginny made a face. She did not like being out of the loop.
"Have your cronies drop me into the lake!" said Harry angrily.
"I did nothing of the sort." said Draco, cooly.
"Somebody dropped you in the lake?" asked Ginny of Harry, blinking. BLaise had his face carefully blank. it was the only way he could stop from bursting out laughing.
Harry nodded, it was obvious he had been dropped into water, he had left an long trail of water as he walked.
Draco looked at Harry dead in the eye. "Get off me, now." he said, his voice dripping with malice.
"Come on, Harry, you can do a drying charm, you can't get into a fight here, there are teachers all over." stated Ginny reasonably.
"Yes Potter, teachers all over." said Draco, trying to push Harry into doing it, with the smirk on his face.
"Oh, shut it, you." snapped Ginny at Draco, putting a hand on Harry's elbow. She had six brotehrs, she knew how to talk down angry males. Although with her brothers there was usually much more smacking (the only ones she couldn't beat up were Charlie and Bill) and much less talking.
"No." replied Draco, his mean eyes directing themselves at Ginny.
"Harry, let's go." said Ginny urgently, ignoring Draco, though her little hands were itching to smack him.
Harry reluctantly let go of Draco. He wanted to hit that ferret's face so hard, he wouldn't have been recognizable. Draco began brushing himself off as Harry released him.
Ginny performed a quick, thorough drying charm on Harry and then grabbed his hand. "Let's go dance." she stood up on tiptoe so she could whisper in harry's ear. "You're worth ten of him, don't let him get to you."
Harry turned around, his back to Draco. "Mmm." he replied, and took Ginny onto the dancefloor.
Draco watched, feeling violated by Potter having touched him. "Next time you're trying to charm somebody, make sure their boyfriend is locked in a closet soemwhere for a good tweleve hours." advised Blaise confidingly to Draco, patting his arm. "Speaking of that, I believe Terry is off somewhere.. I wodner what Daphne is doing..."
Draco folded his arms, looking annoyed. "Go find her." he said bluntly, leaning back against the wall.
"Why Draco, one would think you are trying to get rid of me!"
"Shut up." replied Draco, looking at Blaise.
"You need to stop screwing up and get that damned Weasley to like you. You need to get laid. Desperately." with that, Blaise disappeared into the crowd.
"Don't I know it." muttered Draco to himself, watching Ginny. Harry was spinning her around. He was a horrible dancer, although he didn't step on her toes. But when she had teased him he'd picked her up and whirled her around. Her head was thrown back and she was laughing. Draco watched looking bitter and annoyed with himself, and what he was watching.
Late that night, well after two, Ginny Weasley sat up in bed. What a dream. Taking a shaky breath, she reassured herself that it was just a dream. it didn't mean anything. She laid back down, closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep. Finally giving up she slid out of bed and pulled a once-white robe over her green flannel PJs. Quietly, she slipped out of the sixth year girl's dorm and down the steps. She went to the portrait hole and, opening it, stepped out. Ginevra Weasley started down the halls, not sure where she was going, just going.
Draco was sitting up in his common room, not having been able to sleep at all. Draco got up, feeling like he needed some fresh air, the stuffy common room dungeoun was getting to him.
Ginny headed towards the kitchens with a vague idea of getting a cup of hot chocolate. He dragged his feet, needing to head past the kitchens to get to the entrance and out to the grounds. Ginny rounded a corner into the corridor Draco was coming up. Her head was down, her hair pulled back in its usual braid. She had let her robe hang open so that her faded green flannels showed. Draco wasn't paying a lot of attention to where he was walking, his eyes wandering aimlessly. Ginny started humming softly, low in her throat. Draco looked up, his usual flawless glow had escaped him, he looked almost normal. The redhead still hadn't noticed him. She couldn't stop thinking about her dream.
"Ginevra." Draco said, sounding more than tired.
Her head snapped up so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. "Malfoy." she replied politely.
"You're up late." said Draco, pulling his cloak around him.
"So're you." said Ginny, almost conversationally. They were both prefects but it was obvious neither one was patrolling. Seeing draco this late Ginny found herself wondering what he wore to bed.. Argh. No. Wonder about what HARRY wears to bed! she shouted at herself, mentally.
"Mmm." said Draco, pushing his hair from his face. He glanced to the painting on the wall, who were meant to be asleep, but were secretly listening in.
"And with that positively crushing comment, Draco Malfoy causes everyone to cry. Where're the insults, Malfoy?" taunted Ginny. "Having a bad night?"
Malfoy wasn't going to rise to it. "It's too late, or early, I should say."
"Ah, so if everyone walked around chatting at two in the morning, you'd be civil, is that it?"
"Probably not." he replied.
Ginny yawned. "Well, scintillating as you are Malfoy, I'll be moving on now." she said. "Your social skills positively overwhelm me, I just can't take it." smiling charmingly, she started towards the kitchens again. Just the fact that he hadn't made a single comment about her threadbare robe or faded PJs was making her nervous.
He let her past, simply saying "Night!"
"Oh, and the next time you throw my boyfriend in the lake, I'll feed you to the giant squid." she informed him, before disappearing around a corner.
"Wasn't my idea." said Draco.
Ginny popped her head back around the corner. "Oh really?"
"Really." said Draco, cooly. She backtracked, coming back to standing next to him. She tucked her hands inside her robe, settling them onto her hips. Looking up into his face she fixed him with the patented Weasley woman stare. It was like having an x-ray aimed at you. He stared right back.
"You're like ice, seriously."
"I've had practice!"
"You're cuter when you're not all stony." said Ginny. She hadn't meant to say that. She slapped a hand over her mouth. He raised an eyebrow. "I take it back." squeaked the short redhead, blushing five shades of red. He smiled slightly. "It's not funny!" said Ginny.
"Oh no? You're crimson."
"How is that funny?"
"You admitted I was cute."
"No, I said you were cuter when you weren't stony. That could still mean you're as ugly as a troll." said Ginny defensively.
"But I know I'm not." replied Draco. Ginny shrugged. She was still bright red. He still had that slight smile on his face. She couldn't help but think how much more handsome he was when he smiled. Not smirked, but smiled.
While she was thinking this, she yawned, a huge, face splitting yawn. She didn't normally stay up this late. Her braid really could no longer be called a braid, because a good half of it and fallen out and was framing her slim, pointed face. Actually, her face shape wasn't that different from Draco's. She was pale, pale ivory and her huge brown eyes almost seemed to big for her small face. Her lips were full and pouty. It was amazing how she had gone from being a made up, gorgeous debutante not five hours ago to the pale, skinny little baby doll she was now. "All this and modest too." she finally said, letting the words drop, dripping with sarcasam, from her lips.
"Aren't I just." he replied, folding his black swathed arms against his chest. The corridor was dark, Draco's face was eerily illuminated by a few torches placed along the walls. He looked almost preternatural. She continued studying him, in perhaps a less detached manner then she should have. He watched her, his proud Slytherin head held high, almost white hair falling slightly infron of his eyes. Their steely grey stare was fixed, unmovedly on Ginny.
"Where were you heading when we bumped into each other?" asked Ginny, on impulse.
"Out into the grounds." replied Draco. "The common room was making me feel ill." his voice was slightly less hard than usual, but still had a frost edge to it.
"I'm going to the kitchens."
Draco nodded slightly. "I suppose I could do with a drink." Without another word Ginny headed off towards the kitchens. Draco doubled back on himself, following her.
Inside the kitchens house elves rushed around like crazy, cleaning and preparing things. Ginny asked for a cup of hot chocolate and, when it was brought to her, liberally squirted with whipped cream, she sat down at a small table, wrapping her hands around it and enjoying the warmth. The house elves cowered slightly at Draco, they had heard stories of his family, from none other than the house elf, Dobby. He by the was was currently off cleaning the castle. They bought him a huge mug of coffee, and he almost draped himself over a chair, mug in hand.
"It's disgusting that you're twice as graceful as most of the female half of Gryffindor." said Ginny, almost conversationally.
Draco sipped the coffee. "It's understandable." he replied, his voice once again smooth.
"Oh is it?" he nodded.
"How is that?"
"Looking at Gryffindor, I'd say I have at least twice the grace of all of your house."
"You ass. I'm not that clumsy!"
"I've never seen anything than to suggest you more graceful than me, Ginevra."
"I didn't know you'd paid that much attention to me at all, Malfoy."
"One would be surprised."
"Oh would one?" questioned Ginny, raising an eyebrow.
"Seeing, as you have had no idea, I would say so." said Draco, his long fingers wrapped around the warming mug.
"I didn't know there was anything worth observing." replied Ginny.
"Well there is." said Draco, glancing over at her. Ginny looked down at her cocoa. She took a sip, getting whipped cream on her upper lip. She absently licked it off. He watched, slightly mesmerised by her at times. She took another sip, not noticing that he was staring. He pulled his eyes away from her, forcing himself to look down at the coffee that was left in the bottom half of his cup.
"So, you couldn't sleep?" said Ginny, needing to break the silence.
"No, not at all." replied Draco, his voice slightly echoed in his mug he took it to his lip. "You?"
"Had a dream that woke me, couldn't sleep again." siad Ginny shortly.
"Oh?" asked Draco, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh." said Ginny matter of factly. She took another big gulp of hot choclate.
"Hmm." said Draco, another awkward slience coming between them. Ginny didn't know what to talk about. What does a dirt poor youngest child talk about to a trillion-galleonaire only child?
Draco glanced up at Ginny, supping at his coffee. "Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match coming up, no?" he asked, unsure whether she was playing or not.
"Yeah. I'm playing chaser this year."
"Haven't you played allmost every position at one point?"
"I was seeker for a bit in fourth year, beater last year, which I stunk at, and this year I'm chaser. So yeah. Every position but keeper."
"Which your brother, has the pleasure of being." Ginny nodded assent. Draco set the now empty mug on the table the chairs were seated round. As soon as he had let go of it, a House elf came and snatched it up quickly.
Ginny set down her own, now empty, mug. "Thank you." Ginny said as a house elf nipped off with it. Draco placed a hand on his head momentarily, a head ache suddenly throbbing in his temples.
"What is it?" said Ginny.
"Headache." said Draco, looking up at her, his vision blurring slightly. Ginny didn't think. She just did what she often did for her father when he came home with a headache. Getting up and standing behind his chair she rubbed his shoulders gently but firmly. Ron would've had a heartattack. Draco let go of his head, letting Ginny massage his shoulder. They were phenominally tense. She worked on the knots in them gently.
Draco gritted his teeth. "That's painful." he said, his words slightly forced, as she applied more pressure.
Ginny let out a squeak and jumped like she'd put her hand on a hot stove. "Sorry." she said a strained sounding voice.
Draco reached up to his shoulder, and touched her hand gently. "Don't worry, I'm tense." he replied, quietly. Ginny didn't pull away from him, but her hand was as stiff as his shoulders. He pulled it away slowly, before pushing his hair from his face. A minute later Ginny took a deep breath and kept massaging his shoulders. She wasn't sure why, but she did. Draco melted slightly into her touch, she was so good at that. After a bit, Ginny pulled back. She kept telling herself that this was compeltely innocent. A girl could give a friend a backrub. But since when was she friends with Draco Malfoy?
Draco shifted his shoulders slightly, getting used to the looseness. "Thank you." he said, sighing with relief.
"You're welcome." said Ginny softly. "I should go. Filch'll catch us and it's already after three o'clock." she added quickly.
"Argus? Hmm, Suppose your right." he got up, a good 6ft in height, maybe even a bit taller than that. That amde him at least a foot taller than her.
"Yeah. Night." said Ginny. She jsut had a suddenurge to RUN AWAAAAAYYYY!
"Night." replied Draco, turning, his black cloak billowing out behind him, as he made his way towards the door. He had a lot to tell Blaise. Ginny nipped past him and got out just before him, disappearing seemingly instantly down the corridor, white robe streaming behind her. He watched, before turning, and walking casually back to the common room.
Blaise was waiting. "What happened. Woke up, saw you weren't there. You could've woken me up, I always go on your sleep walking expeditions." Blaise looked vaguely hurt.
"I never went up to bed." said Draco cooly, going and sitting in the arm chair closest the green burning fire.
"Well what happened." said Blaise. "And don't say nothing, you're looking smug, something happened."
"Ran into Ginevra." said Draco, a slight smile had appeared on his face.
"And? Details, man, details!"
"Talked, went into the kitchens, sat and drank. I got a headache, and she decided to give me a backrub." said Draco, the smile widening mischeiviously.
"A backrub is giving you that face!? Jesus.... get a LIFE! That's a SEX face!"
"Fuck you." said Draco simply. His face fell completely, into annoyance.
"Sorry mate. Didn't mean to ruin your mood. But lighten up. I was kidding. With an ice queen like Weasel, that's like going from kissing on the cheek to fucking in a day."
"She was acting slightly strangly aswell." said Draco, not finding the joke very funny.
"Funny how?" said Blaise, actually listening for once.
"Dunno, seemed slightly off, not her usual self." said Draco "Plus she willingly touched me." he added as an afterthought
"That is weird. What girl willingly touches you?" ribbed Blaise. Draco shot him an annoyed glance.
"Blaaaaiiiiseeee!" came a voice from the girl's dorms.
"Duty calls." said Blaise with a rougish grin, getting up. "Night." he said to Draco, and then disappeared.
"Night." replied Draco.
It was soon time for the Gryffindor/Slytherin quidditch match. Harry, who had gotten his broom and flying rights back, was, this year, qidditch captain.
He was still playing seeker and was very pumped for the match. In fact Ginny was quite, quite sick of being lectured into the ground about tactics. She was a good seeker, she knew what she was doing, and yet Harry seemed to spend far more time lecturing her then he did Colin and Dennis Creevey, who, though good, were brand new to the game.
Draco was too seeker, and also the capitan of the Slytherin team. They prepared to go onto the pitch, Draco talking at them with authroity. "Don't forget our plays! Keep in the formations!" all had brooms in hand and were focused on beating Gryffindor, above all else.
Ginny was more then ready to get out onto the pitch, away from Harry. When they finally got out onto the pitch Ginny waited while Harry and draco shook hands. It was, however, more like they were trying to BREAK each other's hands. Draco glanced to Ginny, then back to Harry as they shook hands. The look in his eyes was trying to taunt Harry into doing something he may regret. Ginny didn't notice. She was done watching the testosterone dispaly between the boys and had begun studying the sky.
"Alright alright. Enough hand shaking." Madame Hooch finally broke in. Draco and Harry walked away from eachother quickly, both looking like they had wanted to hit the other.
Hooch released the balls and then blew her whistle. Everyone kicked off from the ground.
Ginny took off like a shot, just a scarlet blur. She grabbed the quaffle and tossed it to Jackie Hariss, a girl in her year. Draco and Harry both soared upwards looking for the snitch. Jackie threw the quaffle and scored. A huge cheer went up from the Gryffindor stands. Jackie tossed the quaffle to Seamus, the only male chaser. He tossed it at the goal but it was blocked by the Slytherin keeper. A cheer went up from the Slytherin stands. The Slytherin beaters had been zooming around, mostly in possion of the bludgers, some of the chasers getting close to being knocked off their brooms.
Ginny dived for the quaffle but was intercepted by a Slytherin chaser. The Slytherin grabbed it and headed up the pitch, towards the Gryffindor goal posts. Ginny made a determined face and sped after the other chaser. She stole the quaffle and tossed it to Jackie, who made another score. Roars came up again from the Gryffindor stand. Draco was still scanning the floor, and Harry was circling above him.
Ginny could hear, somewhere in the back of her mind, the voice of the commentator, but she wasn't listeing, she was watching the quaffle. Waiting. When Seamus tossed it to her, she was ready. She streaked down the pitch towards the Slytherin goal posts. Then suddenly, out of no where, the Slytherin beaters, who were Crabbe and Goyle, this year, hit both the bludgers straight at her face, at the same time. She managed to duck, the air from the missile-like bludgers ruffling her hair in passing. With a shaky breath, she continued down the pitch. That had been close.
Draco had dived, and pulled up very close from the ground as the beaters had gone for Ginny, Harry had followed stupidly, and had just missed the ground. Ginny threw the shot, but her hands were shaky from the clsoe call and she dropped it, cursing under her breath.
Harry barked something resembling, 'why'd you drop it?!' at her. Draco had disappeared to the ground, scanning. Ginny ignored him, he was just going to make her more nervous. Unfortunately a Slytherin chaser, Pansy parkinson herself, caught it and scored on Gryffindor. Twice.
"Gryffindor twenty, Slytherin twenty!" roared Luna Lovegood, who had taken over from lee Jordan as commentator. Draco began speeding towards a glint of gold that he had spied, over by the Slytherin goal posts. Ginny saw him going. She spared a quick second to think whether she should intercept him and risk a foul or wait. Harry was so busy lecturing her, he'd forgotten the snitch, something he never did. Clenching her jaw, Ginny sped after Malfoy, plastering her body to the broom, shooting after him like a bullet on her Nimbus 2000, which she had earned over the summer working at Charlie's dragon camp in Romania. Draco's broom was much faster, he was flat against his broom, moving as fast as he could towards the snitch which he could now clearly see flittering merrily around in a confused circle.
Ginny was cursing Harry inside her head. Yeah, he was captain, but he was also seeker! She was never going to make it in time to dodge infront of Malfoy! The crowd seemed confused. it should have been Harry diving after Malfoy, not Ginny! Draco swung round the post, catching the snitch in a green blur, and pulling upwards quickly.
Ginny touched down on the ground as Draco pulled upwards. The Slytherins rushed onto the feild, lifting Draco onto their shoulders, marching him around the pitch, cheering noisily. Blaise grinned and patted Draco on the back. Draco was simply smirking, expecting nothing less from his house.
Harry touched down and him and Ginny could soon be seen shouting at each other by the goalposts. "What did you do that for?!" he said, enraged "You were supposed to be on the quaffle! Not going after Malfoy!!"
"Are you flipping kidding me Harry! I dropped the quaffle, once, and you spent the last two mintues of the game screaming at me! I was trying to intercept Malfoy so the game could continue! Me getting another goal was not going to save the fucking game!!" shaking, Ginny tired taking a deep breath. "If you'd been watching the snitch instead of shouting at me, maybe we wouldn't've lost!!!" she hissed, trying not to scream, not wanting to draw attention, although it was too late for discretion.
Harry's eyes widened. "You're blaming me?!" he almost roared. "I was too busy trying to correct the team's mistakes! AND YOU'RE BLAMING ME?!"
"YOU HAVE MORE THEN ONE JOB HARRY! IF YOU COULDN'T HANDLE THAT, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BECOME CAPTAIN!" It was lucky for them the teachers had already headed inside.
"WHO ELSE COULD DO IT?" he said angrily, throwing his broom to the ground in rage.
Blaise poked Draco in the back. "Potty and the little Weasel are fighting. and I mean really fighting."
Draco, who had by now been put down, looked over. " Good." He said, icily.
"Well I don't know Harry. Malfoy manages pretty well though, doesn't he?" hissed Ginny in a low, vindictive voice. Harry was truly pissing her off.
"Don't bring that fucking ferret into this!" said Harry, being compared to Draco, wasn't his idea of a good time.
"Draco seriously, lsiten to this. She just compared you two!" said Blaise. By now there was a group of people watching Hogwarts Golden Couple with abted breath.
"I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT HARRY!" said Ginny, leaning forward. By now she was so mad that her face wasn't red it was as white as Draco's. Only the tips of her ears were pink.
"YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE THAT BASTARD!"
"When the hell did this fight become about Malfoy!?! This has NOTHING TO DO WITH MALFOY! OTHER THEN THAT YOU LET HIM WIN AND ARE TRYING TO PIN IT ON ME JUST BECAUSE YOU HATE TO LOSE TO SOMEONE YOU HATE! Big Harry Potter NEVER LOSES! Not to You-know-who and CERTAINLY not to a skinny white haired ferret!" said Ginny, voice twisted and mean. Him trying to blame her for this was the last straw in her eyes.
Harry was going redder and redder. "THIS WAS NOT MY FAULT! IF YOU LOT WOULD STOP MAKING MISTAKES, I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO TAKE MY ATTENTION FROM THE SNITCH!"
"I do not make that many mistakes. We're a good team." said Ginny. "Some things you have to let slide." she was trying to calm down.
"We lost to Slytherin! We lost to that arse Draco Malfoy!"
"Yeah. Because you couldn't let one mistake-and you know I don't make many quidditch mistakes, Harry, slide and pay attention to the damn snitch!"
" I was!" He protested
"Well you didn't go for it. Hell, you didn't even realize the fucking game was over till Slytherin started cheering!"
"Hang on, were you protecting MALFOY?!" He asked, it clicking in his head.
"WHAT!!!!!!" exploded Ginny.
"YOU WERE PROTECTING HIM!"
"I WAS NOT! Protecting him?! How in the hell was that protecting him Harry!?! I WENT AFTER HIM TO STOP HIM!!!!!" Draco was watching, a smile across his face, until he heard 'PROTECT MALFOY'. At which point, his smile widened.
"I give them two minutes." He said slickly.
"Three." said Blaise.
"Harry, I can't FUCKING believe you! Why in the HELL would I protect MALFOY of all people?" it was the wrong question to ask.
"Two and a half." Draco added.
"I don't know, perhaps, you like him!"
Ginny opened her mouth to say 'FUCK no!' but she discovered she was turning all kinds of shades of pink. "Do you want to end this?" she said in a low voice.
"It looks like we're going to have to, isn't it." Harry said, through gritted teeth.
"Fine. We're over, Harry Potter." said Ginny. And that was how Ginevra Molly Weasley broke up with harry James Potter, in front of the entire student body of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.