Opposite Attraction: Chapter 4
Purple feathers and an angry readhead
Draco sat in a secluded section of the library, nervously waiting for Ginny. His knee bouncing up and down, his fingers tapping incessantly on the wood table, and on top of it, he thought he might be developing a nervous twitch in his left eye. Marvelous! He thought sarcastically. A twitch always looks so attractive.
He heard light footsteps approach his table and looked quickly. He saw Ginny hurry towards him, and stop abruptly when she caught sight of him.
"Hello Weaslette, you're late." He said teasingly with a slight smirk on his face.
"Sorry ferret boy, had a bit of trouble with Madam Pomfrey. She made me take some revolting medicine, absolutely disgusting, before I could go." She said, an identical smirk on her face.
"Hmm, I see. . ." He trailed off as an awkward silence ensued.
"So, do you think England will win the cup this year?" He asked, trying to find something to talk about.
Giving him a grin, which he rather thought he liked, she said, "I'm rooting for Ireland. Their keepers bloody brilliant. And besides, England's left side is weak. Especially since they had to bring in that second string beater."
As Draco started at her in shock, she became worried.
"What?" She questioned.
"It's just, nobody's ever disagreed with me before!" He said shocked.
"You're serious?! That's absurd!" Ginny said brightly.
"Well it's not that absurd, considering I'm always right anyway, so why not agree with me?" He said smugly.
"Oh, your impossible!" Ginny said laughing. "I wonder you have any friends at all! I mean, I can really see why Pansy is so attracted to you."
"Yeah, real friends they are. And let's just say, that if an unfortunate accident befell Pansy, I wouldn't be crying. At least not in sadness."
"You insensitive prat!" She indignantly said, swatting him on the arm.
He caught her wrist easily in his hand, holding it in a gentle, yet at the same time strong grip.
Ginny gasped at the sudden contact, but didn't pull away.
As the familiar tingling sensation spread like wildfire throughout Draco's fingers and hands, traveling up his arm, he pulled Ginny closer. Very slowly, as if he was afraid to scare her off.
Ginny's breathing became shallower, as all rational thoughts left her mind. The only thing she was aware of was Draco's hand on her wrist, and the feeling of involuntarily being pulled forward towards him, like a gravitational field.
Draco pulled her even closer towards him, until she was a foot away from him.
As she took a step forward to close the remaining space, he tugged her towards him again. The result was Draco (who had been leaning back in his chair), losing his balance and toppling over backwards onto the hard library floor, bringing Ginny with him.
Needless to say, as Draco and Ginny lay there on the cold stone, they were very much aware of the other, and the tingling sensation that was quickly making its way through both their bodies.
"Well, this seems strangely familiar, don't you think Gin?" Draco said smoothly, masking the strong emotions he was feeling at the moment well.
Ginny stared down at him, her eyes wide, and her body rigid.
"What?" Draco asked worriedly.
"You just called me Gin." She said incredulously.
"No I didn't!" He said quickly.
"Yes, you did!" She said, a smirk playing across her face.
"Did Draco Malfoy actually just call a Weasley by their real name." She said in an astonished tone, pretending to gasp, and covering her mouth with her hand.
"Yeah, well. . . how else am I going to be able to distinguish you from however many brothers you have?" He said, trying to conceal his embarrassment.
"Well, you know the fact that I'm a girl might help just a little bit." She said lightly as she got off of him.
She stuck out her hand, which he took and pulled himself up.
Quickly dropping hands, they both took a step backwards, and averted their eyes to the ground.
"So you-"
"So I"
They said at the same time. They both blushed, and a few moments later Draco said, "You go first."
"Well I was just going to ask you why you asked me here in the first place." She said quickly, sneaking a glance up at him and then looking away again.
"Oh, yes of course, that. Just a second." He said rummaging through his bookbag.
Pulling something out, Ginny gasped realizing it was her diary.
"You, you found it!" She cried quickly grabbing it away. "Did you read it?" She questioned worriedly.
"No!" Draco said hurriedly. Holding up his hands in a show of innocence, then staring at them in horror as they turned purple, and. . . feathery? He could only stare in horror as his whole body was quickly covered in large, purple feathers.
"Ah ha! I knew it! You did read my diary! How could you? Which entry did you read? HOW much did you read!" She demanded angrily her voice quickly getting louder.
"I, I, I only read one entry! It was from today! I was just curious! And I just opened it up to a random page! And you just left it there in the hall, and then you left and it was on the ground, and so you see I didn't want you to lose it, so I took it! But then it just, drew me to it! And I had to read it! I was going crazy! And I'm REALLY sorry, but could you take this, this thing off of me!" He whimpered in a pitiful, very un-Malfoyish voice.
"No! I most certainly WILL NOT take that thing off of you! You deserve it! And besides, even if I wanted to, it lasts for 24 hours, and you can't take it off before then! You are an ignorant prat! How could I have ever thought you were different!" She said near tears, and stomped out of the library.
Draco could only groan and watch in horror. He was in deep. Very deep. Not only because of the whole purple, feathered appearance. He did deserve it, she was right. But also because the girl he fancied was now very, very mad at him.
Making sure his cloak covered his hands, and lifting his bookbag up to shield his face, he hurried out of the library up to his room.
A/n: Hey! Please read and review! This isn't one of my favorite chapters, I think I'll like the next one a little bit more, but plez tell me how you like it anyways!