It was around midnight that day, Draco and Blaise were making their way towards the kitchen, the two black figures walking side by side. They stepped into the kitchens. Blaise got them a bottle of wine and sat down. Draco, who was looking pleased with himself, uncorked the bottle, and took the first swig.
"Share. You're already getting one of the best looking girls here, you don't get all the wine too!" said Blaise. Draco raised his eyebrow, passing the bottle over. Blaise did not, of course, mention that he was sleeping with Daphne Greengrass, a girl who was more classically beautiful than ten Ginnys. Draco put his feet up, relaxing back into the chair.
"So. What's the battle plan." said Blaise. "I am, of course, involved?"
"Haven't decided yet." said Draco, letting his head fall back.
"Because disorganization when hunting women works so well." said Blaise in a voice dripping with sarcasam. "Think, man, think!"
" I was going to ask you for ideas." replied Draco, in a matter of fact kind of way.
Just then the object of their conversation stumbled through the portrait hole. Said object looked horrible. Her hair was messy, hanging in her face. Her eyes, if you managed to get a glimpse of them through her hair, were puffy and red. She was still wearing her quidditch robes and the hem was muddy. Obviously, she wasn't taking this that well.
Draco looked over at her. "Ginevra." Draco said, a slightly welcoming, yet harsh tone filling his voice. She sniffled in reply. Draco sat up, almost perfect posture, freeing up the seat for her to sit on. She shuffled over and sat down, putting her arms on the table and her head on her arms.
Draco took the bottle from Blaise and placed the bottle infront of her."Want some?" he asked
"I don't know.." said Ginny doubtfully. She'd never had a thing stronger than butterbeer.
"It's good." Draco said, relaxing back a little into the chair again.
Blaise smiled charmingly at her. "It'll make you feel better." he said smoothly. Draco nodded, a smile creeping onto his face too.
"Alright." said Ginny slowly, looking around for a glass.
Blaise smirked. "Just drink from the bottle." Draco pushed the bottle a little closer to her. Ginny picked it up. Studying it doubtfully for a moment she look into the bottle. Then she slowly brought it up to her lips a took a big gulp. She spluttered, managing to get it on her robes.
"You ok?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." said Ginny, coughing. "I've just... Never had this stuff before."
Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco, over Ginny's head and mouthed 'this is gonna be fuuuun'. Draco smiled slightly, nodding discreetly. The mischievious look playing on Draco's face was only hidden when Ginny looked up at him. Slowly, Ginny took another, bigger gulp. She made a face but didn't cough this time. Draco watched, planning in his head to stay fairly sober. Blaise took the bottle taking another swig, then passing it to Draco.
Draco took only the smallest amount. "So, why did you come down here?" he asked.
"I always come down here and drink cocoa when I'm upset." said Ginny, a bit shortly. She took another, huge gulp of wine. She had started liking the warm feeling that passed through her every time she drank.
Draco looked round for a house elf. "Oi." he said, the house elf, coming over obediently, bowed. "Another bottle." he snapped. The house elf came staggering over with a bottle, half as large as himself. Draco took it from him, not saying a word. Ginny was already finishing off the first bottle. It had been half full when she'd come in. Draco opened the next. Blaise took it from him and had a sip before Ginny grabbed it, a bit violently, and took another huge gulp. She wasn't exactly stopping to savor the delicious taste or anything along those lines. Draco watched her drink at this rate, slightly astounded.
"Why do you wear black so much?" Ginny questioned Draco, slurring her words slightly.
"I want to." replied Draco.
"But why?" slurred Ginny. Blaise was trying not to snicker.
"Because I like it. Enough of an answer?"
"But why do you like it?" she said, nearly whining. Blaise was having a very, very hard time not cracking up.
"It's a good color." He said, keeping himself composed quite well.
"It's not color, it's absence of color." said Ginny in a still slurred voice. Draco scowled slightly, leant forward and covered Ginny's mouth with his hand. She licked the inside of his hand, giggling in a muffled voice. He took his hand away quickly, looking at his hand, before leaning over and wiping it on Ginny's arm.
"Ewwww!" she said. He'd gotten it on her actual arm, because her sleeves had rolled back. Blaise started laughing.
"It was your spit." Draco said, shrugging slightly.
Ginny took another huge, huge gulp of wine, getting out of her seat. "Stand back everyone, I take large steps!" she said. While trying to demonstrate she fell and landed on her stomach at Draco's feet. She picked one up and studied it. Then she looked up at his hands. "Big hands and big feet, you know what that means." said Ginny, winking at Draco. "Big gloves and big socks!!!" Blaise had compeltely lost it and was cackling into his hands, elbows on knees, shoulders shaking.
Draco sniggered, finding his feet being picked up quite a weird feeling. "Get up." he said, holding out a hand for her.
"What?" said Ginny, looking confused. "What's so funny? It's true, isn't it?"
Draco nodded. "It is." He glanced to Blaise, and had to try really hard not to crack up. Ginny took his hand, but instead of using it to help in getting up, she pulled down on it. He ended up on top of her, between her knees, hands on either side of her shoudlers. Blaise looked up to see what had caused the muffled thump and saw. He cracked up again. Ginny was giggling like mad already. Draco laughed down at her, she was so funny drunk, not to mention cute, hot, and well, civil to him.
"It's not funny." said Ginny, but she was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. Draco, tried to get up, his arms aching slightly. She grabbed his robe and pulled him flat on top of her. "Hey, am I drunk?" she asked, looking serious. Blaise's shoudlers started shaking harder. He was probably having an epileptic fit.
"Yes." replied Draco, nodding slightly, being on top of Ginny wasn't that bad.
"I'm funny drunk." said Ginny as she cracked up again.
"I noticed." said Draco, trying to get up.
"Well then why aren't you laughing?" demanded Ginny. She turned him over and began tickling him. Draco screwed his face up, determind not to laugh, but couldn't hold it in.
"Draco's tiiiickliiiish!" chanted Ginny gleefully as she pinned him down, her knees on his, her torso pinning his.
Blaise had mostly recovered from his hysterics. "You're a foot taller than her, you can get her off!" he called, chuckling.
"Heh, that sounds wrong." said Ginny, giggling.
"Who said I wanted to!" Draco said, half laughing, half sounding mischievious.
Ginny stopped tickling him, looking at him intently. "You're hot." she finally said. That set Blaise off again.
Draco let his head fall back to the floor for a few moments, laughing, before looking up at her again and saying, after looking back intently at her. "You too."
Ginny snorted, sitting up so she was straddling his hips. "I'm too short."
"Too short?" asked Draco bluntly, propping himself up slightly on his elbows. Ginny nodded, eyes big, lips pouting.
"You're not." said Draco, pushing his hair from his face, only for it to fall back again.
"And I have freckles on my nose." said Ginny, scrunching said nose in distaste. Draco reached up, and poked her in the nose as she scrunched it.
"Eek! Oh, and I have no boobs." said Ginny, looking down at them and poking them experimentally. She hated that she was only an A cup. Blaise had slipped out while they were talking.
Draco looked curiously at her, then proded her chest. "I disagree, you do have boobs." he said, matter of factly.
"Barely." said Ginny, seemingly undisturbed by the prodding. "Besides, I'm wearing PADDED BRA!" she paused. "Oh, I mean A PADDED BRA."
Draco, raised an eyebrow at her. "But you do have boobs." he pushed his whole hand gently against her now.
"Are you feeling me up?"
"So what if I am?" he said curiously.
"Feels good." she said.
Draco sat up a little more, having not moved his hand. Ginny cocked her head to one side. Draco looked up at her, cocking his head slightly to the other. Ginny leaned in and kissed him. Draco kissed her back, one arm supporting him, the other that had been on her chest sliding to her back. She slid her hand behind his neck. In his head, he was whooping with triumph, unfortunately, Ginny was drunk, but he had still suceeded. Ginny let her lips part. Draco let his, a hand running up her back, into her hair. She 'mmm'ed into the kiss, sitting up, pulling him with her so she was sitting in his lap, facing him. Sliding her hands around to his back Ginny gently bit his bottom lip, then traced it with her tongue. He pushed his tongue against her's, both arms now free, to move around her. Ginny let her small hands drift up his back, over his shoulders, onto his chest. The house elves had decided (thankfully, as Draco probably would have beat to a pulp anyone who intterupted) to stay away from them. The blonde Slytherin pulled away soon for air.
"You're an even better kisser than Harry." said Ginny breathlessly.
Draco smiled. "I would imagine."
"Conceited." she said good naturedly.
"As always." he said, both his hands resting on her lower back.
"Where'd Blaise go?" asked Ginny suddenly, looking about for the handsome blackhaired Slytherin.
Draco shook his head. "Don't know." Ginny shrugged as if to say 'oh well'.
Draco leant forward, and kissed her. Ginny kissed him back. He ran his hand over her back. Ginny pulled away, grinning She took his hand and put it back on her breast. "I liked it there." she whispered, giggling and then kissing him again.
Honestly, Ginny Weasley should not have been hot at this moment. Her hair was frizzy and messy. She hadn't had a shower after quidditch. Her eyes were still red and she was pink from all the alcohol. But, for some reason, she was adorable anyway. Ginny reached between the two of them and started unbuttoning her quidditch robes to show the tiny white tank top (with padded bra) and black short shorts underneath. The outfit had obviously not been for anyone to see. The tank top was too small and showed a length of ivory stomach. The shorts were so tiny they almost looked liked underwear. Ginny shrugged the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall and kneeling to slip it out from under her bottom. It lay in a red and gold pile behind Ginny. Draco ran his cold hands over her stomach, then up the back of her white tank top, kissing her back all the while. Ginny shivered, and not just because Draco's hand were cold. The alcohol had flushed his cheeks slightly, adding slight colour to his face.
Draco pulled Ginny right against him, his black robes half off of his shoulder. Ginny moaned softly, low in her throat. He pulled from her lips, beginning to caress her throat. Ginny let her head drop back, exposing a long length of white neck. Her hair fell over her shoulders like some sort of thick, silky liquid, sweat having made the frizz lay flat.
Blaise had poked his head round the door, to see if they were still there.
While Draco was kissing her Ginny grabbed the hem of her shirt, starting to pull it up. Draco had hickied her neck unintentionally a few times. He began helping her pull her shirt up and off. She pulled it over her head and it landed behind her, on top of the robes. Blaise smirked. Ginny was now straddling Draco, wearing only a white bra and tiny black short shorts. His robes were half open, baring his toned, marble white chest. He ran a hand up into her hair, before kissing her again. She let her eyes drift closed, kissing him back. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra, then went back to kissing him, still covered, but now it was jsut a matter of pushing down the straps, like pulling a curtain to one side.
Draco ran his hand to her shoulders, then brushed the straps down, her bra falling away. He then pulled his bare chest against hers. Ginny took in a sharp breath, letting it out in a moan. Draco, kissed her neck, before suddenly realising the situation he was in. Blaise had, once again left. It was one thing to watch people making out, another when it was your best friend.
"Ginevra." muttered Draco slightly breathless.
"What..." murmured Ginny, using the pause to grab the wine and take another slug, because she wasn't drunk enough.
"You're drunk. " he said, looking up at her. "And I'm taking advantage."
"I don't mind..." said Ginny, smirking. She rubbed against him suggestively. Draco gazed at her, not sure what to do. Ginny looked at him, and it wasn't her usual innocent little gaze. It was rather smoldering. He had given her a chance to pull out of this. He kissed her again. Draco pulled his robe off of his shoulders. Ginny pulled back, something flashing through her eyes. She covered herself up, having a moment of sobriety.
Draco slowly let go of her. "What?"
"What am I doing?" she said, still drunk and disoriented, just having a bit more sense. Draco, placed his hands on the floor, leaning back, looking away from her, dropping his eyes. Ginny looked at him, confused.
"You were making out with me." He said, glancing up at her, the alcohol content of his blood made him slightly more human.
"But I just broke up with... Harvey? Harry."
"You did." he replied. She just gave him a puzzled sort of look, her arms crossed over her breasts. Draco couldn't help thinking that she still looked hot. He smiled slightly at her, watching what she was going to do.
"I... I should.. go..." said Ginny, grabbing behind her for her robes, backing up off of Draco's lap.
"Shit." said Ginny. She rested her forehead on the heels of her hands."Shit shit shit..."
Draco looked at her clothes that had been soaked with the wine, and peeled his robe off, revealing a black shirt, which was unbuttoned, took off, then handed it to her. "Take it." Ginny nodded and took it. She slipped it over her shoulders, buttoned it up. It was long enough that it went halfway to her knees. Draco pulled his robe up again, and got up, pushing his hair from his face. While Draco was looking the other way, Ginny disappeared through the portrait hole. She had left her bra, and her quidditch robes.
The next morning Ginny woke in the common room. She hadn't made it all the way to her bed. It was very, very early. "Oh my god... I feel sick." said Ginny. Getting up she ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. She didn't remember what had happened last night. it was all a void after her first few glugs of wine.
Draco had ended up sprawled across his bed, looking particularly rough. He hadn't got to bed until it had started to get light, and after Ginny had left, had drunk more.
Ginny noticed what she was wearing. "Where the hell did this come fro-" then it all came flooding back. "Oh my god. Oh my god." she threw up again. "The first boy to see my breasts was Draco Malfoy. Oh my god... I made out with Draco Malfoy." she paused. "And I liked it. Shit. Shit shit shit..." she took a deep breath, trying not to throw up again. "My quidditch robes... And my... My bra. I left them. Draco malfoy has my bra. Merlin's bleeding testicles.
Draco's eyes flickered open over in his room. His black curtains were drawn around him, sheilding the light that was surely hitting them by now. Hang overs. Not good.
Time moved on. Far too slowly for Ginny. Eventually, midnight rolled around, Ginny was laying on ehr bed, feeling like shit. Suddenly, she started feeling pissed off. really, really pissed off. "He got me drunk. That fucking bastard got me drunk, and then took advantage of me. That FUCKING white haired BASTARD!"
Draco by now had managed to crawl out of bed, and out into the grounds, he was int eh shade of a tree, his face and hair reflecting to much light to be good, you could spot him a mile off. Ginny crawled out of bed with one purpose in mind. Killing a certain platnium haired Slytherin with her bare hands. He had managed to drink away most of last night, but remembered Ginny, and her bra. That was about it.
She looked out her window and spotted the glint of platnium hair. "Malfoy." she hissed through clenched teeth. She went out the door, forgetting that she was wearing only a too-big shirt and tiny shorts. Getting outside, she stormed down the lawn towards Malfoy. He hadn't noticed, his eyes were shut, his back turned slightly towards her.
"Malfoy!" snapped Ginny through clenched teeth.
He opened his eyes and looked round, "What?"
"You BASTARD!!!" Ginny came round infront of him and smacked him. He didn't flinch, half expecting she'd do that. As he mentally numbed the pain, his stony face expression was cast up at her, eyes staring.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"For what?"
"For deliberately getting me drunk when you knew I was fucked up, Malfoy!! For letting me... Letting me make a complete fool of myself!"
"I didn't get you drunk." he replied calmly. "And you didn't make a fool of yourself."
"I nearly freaking had sex with you! That's pretty damn foolish! And shoving a bottle of wine at a depressed teenage girl who's never even had a wine cooler before is pretty damn deliberate."
"You obviously don't remember me stopping." he said. "Then you pushing it further." he got up. "And I didn't push it in your face, as you so kindly put it."
"I was DRUNK! Am I supposed to be the responsible one? You weren't drunk, not enough to not know what you were doing."
"Not when I offered you it, you weren't."
Ginny wanted to cry, or scream. Soemthing. Anything. He was making her feel like shit. "I was upset. I was... Half insane." she took a shaky breath. Her excuses sounded weak, even to her.
Draco looked down at her. "You got yourself drunk, you can't pin it on anyone but you." He said icily. He knew she couldn't keep this up much longer. Ginny burst into tears. She was sick, her head hurt, and she felt guilty and ashamed and stupid and helpless. She pulled her knees up, buried her face in them and sobbed uncontrollably. He watched her, before, cautiously, touching her on the shoulder to comfort her.
"You're so strange." muttered Ginny to her knees.
Draco took his hand away from her, pulling into himself. "Thanks." he simply replied.
"You just made me feel like some sort of whore, and now you're comforting me... I don't understand you."
"No one does." replied Draco shortly, glancing from her, over to the lake.
"I almost thought we were friends." whispered Ginny. He glanced over at her again. Only one person had ever used that term before about him, and meant it, and Ginny having said it, threw him completely. She could tell by the look on his face. "But I guess I was wrong. Look, just keep my bra, whatever. Night." said Ginny, getting up.
"Wait." said Draco, watching her. "You weren't wrong."
Ginny looked at him. "Sooo... Do you initiate all your friends by getting them really, really drunk and then mauling their breasts? asked Ginny with a cocked eyebrow. She looked rather scarily like Balise when she did that. Sounded like him too. "Bet you and Blaise had a lot of fun." she was still pissed at him, but she really didn't have any good friends. She had lots of friends, but no one to whom she told everything. Well, there was Luna but she was often off hunting snorkacks. She couldn't see Draco in that capacity but she also couldn't pass up the chance for a friend. Ginny looked funny, standing over him, her hair a mess, her face even paler then usual,hair hanging limp around her face, looking as though all she was wearing was a shirt, because it covered her shorts.
Draco got up, and brushed himself off. "That's not what happnened." he replied, all this coming flooding back to him, as she said words which triggered them off in his head. Ginny gave him a look, planting her hands on her hips. "Blaise left, I don't know when, you got yoyr self drunk, pinned me to the floor, and things happened." he said, a chill wind whipping at his face, throwing his white hair up.
"Right, all my fault, I'm a drunken whore, can we move on now?" asked Ginny rbiskly.
Draco rather resented her calling herself a drunken whore. "If you feel the need to." Draco pushed his hair back from his face, before crossing his arms.
"Well then what do you see me as, smart arse?" asked Ginny, seeing that he didn't like that either.
"Ginevra, a smart beautiful girl, who simply got drunk, and lost her inhibitions." He replied, although he showed no emtion, he really meant it. Ginny sighed and sat down near him, although not too close.
"Hang overs are from hell." she said almost companionably.
He looked at her, sitting back down. "They are." he replied, stabbing little holes into the ground with his eyes. Ginny glanced sideways at him through a curtain of hair. He was almost hugging himself at this point, the grace all but gone. Ginny sucked in a breath sharply, leaned over and kissed rDaco. She had to see something. He was shocked, but began kissing her back, a hand moving to the side of her face.
Ginny pulled back. "Oh fuck." she said fervently, getting up. "I have to go.. I... Night." Ginny disappeared.
"Oh, Night." He replied, wondering what she had done that for.
Ginny lay on her bed, Sunday morning, staring at the ceiling. "I like being kissed by Draco Malfoy. Even when I'm not drunk. Okay. Not good. Not good at all. I can't like Malfoy. He's... Malfoy. He's an asshole." Everyone was still asleep, it being a sunday meant that everyone slept in. "Why did I break up with Harry?" Ginny asked herself. "I... I'll make up with him. He's who I like, my parents love him, he's practically part of the family anyway. We're meant for each other. It was a stupid mistake. I'll... I'll just apoligize." it was a testimony to how freaked out she was that she was going to apoligize to Harry. Especially after she'd made a rather big deal out of trying to assert herself.
Malfoy pulled himself out of bed once again, looking round the room, wondering where Blaise got to. Blaise popped his head round a corner, looking cheerful. "Morning!"
" Hey." croaked Draco, his voice tired and sounding under used.
"You were incredibly wasted last night man, you didn't even wake up until after I went to Daphne's room. You weren't that drunk Friday night, what happened?"
"Ginevra happened, and I drank more."
"Ah. And last night? I know you got up at some point cause I came back at one and you were gone."
"Was out in the grounds." replied Draco, pulling off his shirt.
"And? I know something must've happened. I WILL pry it out of you."
Draco sighed, going through his stuff for something clean. "I made out with her, a lot."
"Yeah, I know that. That was Friday. That was night ebfore last. I'm talking about last night. The day where you were wasted enough that you didn't get out of bed till midnight. So, technically I'm talking about this morning."
"I didn't want to get up." He replied, "I had the worst hang over."
"Yes. But like I said, you must have left at some point, I saw your empty bed. You've said you were out on the grounds. You wouldn't be avoiding the subject this much if something hadn't happened you didn't like. Spill, enough with the stalling."
"She came out and said I took advantage of her, got her drunk, that I made her feel like shit, that she didn't understand me. That point, she kissed me, then got up, swearing alot and left me there alone."
"And yet she said she didn't understand you?" Blaise snorted. Draco pulled on a black shirt, and black combat trousers. "So what are you going to do about it?" asked Blaise.
"I have no idea." replied Draco, taking some gel from a pot on his dresser, and running through his hair.
"Some fucking Slytherin you are." said Blaise.
A week later Ginny got back together with Harry, quite publicly. She spent her time making sure everybody knew how happy she and Harry were. In her spare time, she avoided Draco. Before they knew it it was a month sicne Ginny had made out with Draco on the kitchen floor. Blaise was thoroughly sick of hearing Draco mutter about what a scaredy cat Ginny was and what a lucky, undeserving bastard Harry was. He was just about ready to get a new best friend.
"Dont have to listen to me." Draco said icily, as Blaise had once again complained. His voice dropped. "Now would be the best time to get Ginny back, but, I have no idea how."
"You're a Slytherin. Think. Seduce her. SOMETHING!" Draco looked over at her, schmoozing with Harry, again. He began to think, ticking over in his mind all he had tried before. "Because if you don't do something soon I'm going to take her." said Blaise with a smirk.
"Fuck you." said Draco, dangerously.
"When where and how hard?"
"You need more to think about." said Draco, his voice dripping with annoyance, with a thoughtful undertone.
"No, I need Daphne is what I need. She's off with Terry somewhere, however." said Blaise with no jealousy. Draco rolled his eyes. Something, was slowly coming into being in his head, It wasn't much of a plan, but he needed to get her alone. "What? Jealousy is a wasted emotion. And anyway, she is going out with him."
"That the only reason your here sitting with me now, is 'cause you can't go off and fuck her?"
"Nah, I'd stick around till you were sick of me. Girls are all over,f riends aren't." said Blaise, shrugging.
"Hmmm." He looked around the hall, before looking around, and dropping his voice to a low whisper leaning into Blaise, a secretive look about him. Blaise listened carefully. "Hogsmeade weekend, next weekend, is it not?" Blaise nodded.
"Harry, undoubtedly will take her to the three broom sticks. I spike Harry's drink, he gets knocked out cold, and hidden, Crabbe and Goyle will take care of that. Thats my chance to go find Ginny, and then see what happens from there."
"You're going to knock out Potter?" said Blaise, dead pan. "I love it." he smirked.
"Think it'll work?" He asked, the malice back in his voice.
"Not if Ginny knows you knocked Potter out. It'll have to be soemthing that'll take awhile to work."
"Yea, I think a visit to Serverus would give me an idea or two."
"Make him think you're doing an essay or soemthing. He is a teacher, even if you two do get along."
"Well, get planning then. I'm going to go find Daphne."
"Bye..." said Draco, sitting up. Blaise disappeared. Ginny kissed Harry and left herself.
The week whirred by and soon it was Saturday. Time for the Hogsmeade weekend. Draco had got a vial of slow acting sleeping draught, which he had made during his Potions classes.
Ginny was getting ready for her date with Harry. When she finally came down the stairs, Harry was shifting from foot to foot. He barely noticed the way she looked. Ginny felt miffed. She had spent a lot of time picking through the Hogsmeade thriftstore last time she was there to find soemthing decent, and she looked quite cute. Her blue dress was a little faded, maybe, but it was adorable. her legs were covered in white stockings. She had pulled her hair back into a neat pony tail and a black cloak was thrown over her shoulders.
"You look nice." said Ginny pointedly to Harry.
"You too." said Harry, but he wasn't even looking at her.
"Thanks."
Draco was waiting back in the shadows of the entrance hall, waiting for Harry and Ginny to leave, so that he knew exactly where they were. They came down the stairs. Harry was talking animatedly to Ron and Hermione. Ginny's pink-painted lips were pursed into a frown, her arms crossed over her chest. Harry was completely ignoring her. Draco watched, seeing Ginny bored and being ignored. He decided to let them know he was around.
"Harry, where are we going in Hogsmeade?" asked Ginny in a pause of the Trio's conversation.
"Wha? Oh, dunno, Gin." said Harry dsitractedly. They went back to talking.
"Harry, why don't we go to the shrieking shack, and I can run around naked in front of Malfoy?" asked Ginny.
"Sounds like fun Gin." said Harry absently. Ginny gave a little frustrated scream. Draco walked past the group, a great swish of his warm robes bollowing out behind him, making him almost look like a spectre. His jaw had dropped as he heard her mention the words 'naked' and 'running around infront of Malfoy'. He then thought about it a small smile appearing on his face.
Ron looked up. He couldn't notice Ginny talking about running about naked in front of his worst enemy, but if that worst enemy some much as swirled his cloak, he noticed. "What do you want, Malfoy?" hissed Ron. Harry's eyes narrowed and he snaked an arm around Ginny. Oh so NOW he pays attention to me. thoguht Ginny.
Draco turned around, his peircing eyes locking with Ron's. "Why would it concern you?" he said, a sting in his voice. His eye flicked to Ginny for an instant. He held the vial, clasped in one hand protectively.
"Quit looking at my sister." snapped Ron.
Draco eyes shifted to Harry. "Only acknowlegding Ginerva's there when I walk past, Potter?" he said, his eyes narrowed slightly, his thin lips forming the words with pure hatred lacing each syllable.
"Since when do you call my sister by her first name?" asked Ron. Harry glared at Draco.
"I was acknowlegding her. wasn't I, Gin-gin?"
"Actually, you were ignoring me." said Ginny, more then a little pissed off. Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry, a smirk passing over his face, before he turned, and pushed open the entrance hall door. Ginny sighed and walked on with Harry, who looked miffed and dropped his arm from her after draco left, going back to chatting with Hermione and Ron. Hermione shot Ginny a sympathetic look. Draco was visible, walking infront of them all the way into hogsmeade.
The Trio decided to go to the Three Broomsticks, without consulting Ginny. She would have chosen to go there, but it was the principle of the thing. She'd managed to make herself forget that Harry tended to ignore her around 'Mione and Ron. And he tended to want to be around them. A lot. Draco had gone into the Threebroomsticks aswell, and was having a very fast conversation with one of the Bar workers. Ginny glanced over at Draco. Harry dragged her over to sit at a booth while he went to get butterbeer for the four of them. He came back and plopped their drinks down. Hermione, Ron and Ginny all picked them up, uncorking them and sipping.
Draco was going to have their next round sent over, making sure that Harry got the drugged bottle. Seeing as he had just handed over a fair amount of galleons, this had to go right. It was more complicated then he had expected, because he hadn't factored Hermione and Ron into the equation. He thought quickly to himself, wondering a way around the problem.
Ginny had given up on trying to be part of the conversation and was rolling her now-empty bottle back and forth between her small hands, a bored expression gracing her little features, her bottom lip clasped between her teeth. Draco had been keeping his eye on Ginny. Seeing how he was ignoring his own girlfriend, Draco was getting silently more and more furious with Harry.
Ginny got up, dropping her bottle with a clatter. Harry jumped. "Gin, what is it?"
"I understand that you're close to Hermione and Ron. But, Harry, we're suppsoed to be going out! You've barely said five scentences to me the whole time we have been here! I'm going shopping. Enjoy your 'date'. Just... Find me when you have time for me." said Ginny. She pushed her chair back and left. Malfoy stealthily followed her out, making sure golden boy didn't see him following her.
Ginny was already halfway down the street, heading towards the shrieking shack. She had pulled her hair out of her ponytail and it swept out behind her, almost to the bottoms of her shoulder blades now, because she hadn't cut it since before September, before the beginning of school. Her cloak billowed out as she walked, making the patch at the bottom rather obvious. Draco followed quickly, pulling his robes and cloak about him tightly, the air was nippy, and as he breathed, his breath formed icy clouds infront of him.
Ginny got up to the top of the hill a few minutes before Draco. She stood, profiled against a grey sky, blowing air onto her hands, trying to keep warm.
He silently walked up behind her, and almost whispered her name, "Ginevra."
Ginny jumped and turned around. "Malfoy." she said, trying to compose herself.
He bowed his head slightly in greeting. "Wandering up to the Shreiking shack alone?" He asked, his white nose tinged slightly pink in the cold air.
"Good view." said Ginny.
"Indeed." replied Draco, his voice, usually colder than the current weather, now quite warm.
"What are you doing up here?" questioned Ginny.
"Was bored with The Three broomsticks." replied Draco.
"Oh." said Ginny intelligently. He nodded, before looking up and around, the grey sky above them gently beginning to let a small number of snowflakes fall. Ginny tilted her head up and stuck out her tongue.
Draco watched her, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
She put in her tongue and looked at him. "Catching snowflakes." she dropped her head back again and her tongue reappeared. They began catching in his hair, and on his eye lashes. Draco looked at her a little confused, beginning to brush them from his shoulders. They were soon masked from view as the snowflakes got bigger and more and more began to fall.
"I love snow." said Ginny after having caught a few snowflakes.
"I'm indifferent to it." He said, watching the villiage disappear behind the torrnet of Snow. "So, I saw Potter decided to ignore you, again." Ginny shrugged, looking at the ground. "He shouldn't do that." He said, catching some flakes in his thin white hand.
"How could you be indifferent to something so beautiful?" Ginny asked, ignoring his comments about Harry.
"I have been compaired to it too much. You know. Cold, and well, white." Draco pushed a hand through his hair, looking up again.
"I think you're more like an ice block." said Ginny, shooting a smirk at him.
Draco glanced down at her. "Need a fire to melt ice." said Draco, a slight mischeivious curl to his lip.
Ginny raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm sure Blaise would be happy to melt you right now." said Ginny, being deliberately obtuse.
"Blaise is busy steaming up Daphne Greengrass."
"Isn't she dating Terry Boot?"
"Most probably." replied Draco, giving up on brushing himself off.
"Does Terry know about Blaise?"
"I doubt it, but probably will at some point soon." Ginny frowned. Draco glanced at her.
"What?" asked Ginny.
"Just thinking." replied Draco, knowing that soon, Harry would be passing out.
"It's a nice place to think." said Ginny, catching a snowflake on her figner tip and licking it off.
"When you have the time." said Draco, looking around for something to sit on other than the snowy hard ground below him.
"And permission to be in Hogsmeade." added Ginny.
"Indeed." the snow had began to calm down. "That why you are up here? To think?" asked Draco. Ginny nodded.
"Potter, that bastard." Draco muttered to himself.
"What was that?"
He looked at her. "Potter, is a bastard." repeated Draco, louder, this time. Ginny blinked. Draco shrugged, seeing no problem with what he said.
"Why do you think that?" asked Ginny.
"Ignoring you, only putting his arm round you when I showed up." replied Draco.
"Oh."
"He shouldn't ignore you."
"He doesn't always. He's just distracted."
"I'd noticed."
Ginny sighed. "He's clsoe to Ron and hermione. That's all. He pays attention to me when they're not around."
"Shame he's with them most the time then." Ginny didn't answer. "And don't you ever get sick of hearing the name 'Gin-gin?' " He wondered. Drake wound him up anough, but that was nothing compaired to gin gin.
Ginny started laughing. "I hate that nickname!"
Draco smiled slightly. "I think Potter is the only one who doesn't."
"My brothers call me that. Not Bill and Charlie, but the other four. Mum and Dad do, too."
His eyes widened slightly. "I'd hate it. Blaise pisses me off enough calling me - " He stopped short of saying the nickname.
"C'mon, spill!"
"Drake." said Draco through gritted teeth.
She started to snicker. "Well it's..." she gasped for air. "Not as bad ... as Gin-gin."
"I agree." He said, pulling his black robes around him, slightly cold.
"Long enough, and don't you start." said Draco dangerously, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Whatever do you mean, Drakie?"
Ginny could tell it was winding him right up. "How ever long I feel like." said Draco, his teeth clenched, jaw tense with annoyance. Ginny was just overjoyed to have finally found soemthing that got udner the invincible Draco Malfoy's skin. He looked away, down to the ground, his hair covered the look of pure annoyance plastered all over his face.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy, it's just great to finally have something over you that actually bothers you." He glanced up at her, pushing the hair from his face, shaking his head alittle at the fact she now could get one over on him, if she ever wanted to. Ginny yawned, shaking her head, making snowflakes falling off of her in a little rain. He looked back down at the villiage of Hogsmeade, wondering if he wanted to move or not from up there atop a hill with Ginny. She stole a sneaky sideways glance at Draco. He was staring off into space, thinking. His blonde hair whipped about his face as a chill wind passed right through them. Ginny shivered and pulled her cloak closer about her. It was old, having been Bill's when he was in school and, needless to say, it really didn't stand up all that well to the wind.
"Cold?" Draco's low voice was smooth, when he wasn't an iceblock, he sounded quite reasonable.
"No, I'm fine." said Ginny, but she was shivering.
"Your freezing." Draco pointed out. He peeled off his outer black robe, and handed it over to her. "It was too warm for me." he said.
"Really, I'm fine." said Ginny, hating anything that smacked of charity. She tried to hand it back. Her teeth were chattering. Draco took it from her, and before she could stop him, he wrapped it around her shoulders, the soft lining warming her up almost instanly.
Ginny looked at him. She didn't shrug off the cloak. "T-thanks." she said stiffly.
"Don't mention it." said Draco. "You'll be warmer."
"I'll give it back before I go back to the castle." she said.
"Give it back, when you don't need it." He said, crossing his arms. She just nodded. He smiled briefly, before going back to staring down at the villiage.
"Malfoy, I hate to break this to you, but it's rather obvious you were following me earlier. So.. Why?"
"Ginevra." sighed Draco. He decided to throw himself in the deep end, again. "I like you."
"Well we are friends." said Ginny, going to route of deliberate obtuseness. Again.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Surely you know what I mean."
"Yes, I'm not as stupid as I look." said Ginny tiredly.
"You look far from stupid, and you've been avoiding me."
"Brilliant deduction."
"I pride myself on my observational abilities."
"Okay then, long story short, yes, I've been avoiding you. And look how well it's working!"
Draco laughed slightly. "Why were you avoiding me, if we are friends?"
Ginny looked at the ground and muttered something unintelligible.
Draco strained to hear "What was that?" he asked with curiosity.
"You're not supposed to kiss your friends."