A/N--Thank you to all my loyal readers who have waited so long for this! I really am sorry for making you wait for so long, but I had a rough time there for a while. A break-up is hard enough, but when it's your first, well, let's just say, it took a bit of time to get back to not suicidal. So, here's the next chapter, and the characters are VERY OOC!!!!! but it's funny, so I'm still posting it. I hope you like, and R&R please!
Disclaimer: I don't own crap.
Chapter 4
"Weasley! What do you think you're doing!" Draco yelled as she began jumping.
"Having fun, Draco, maybe you should try it!" The ends of her hair bounced up to her ears, her shirt trying to fly up. She giggled as pulled it back down.
"Stop bouncing! You're making me dizzy!" he ordered. Ginny looked at him, and Draco swore that he saw a twinkle in her eye.
She stopped momentarily to look directly in his eye. "Make me," she challenged in a strong, yet quiet voice. He looked at her with shock as she continued jumping.
"You little....You little..." was all he could get out of his mouth.
"Oh! Have I succeeded in making the amazing ferret speechless? Gasp!" she teased, still jumping.
"ARGH!" he exclaimed, making a run for the bed. He grabbed for her foot, but she jumped over his head, onto the floor.
"Haha! Can't get me," she continued, sticking her tongue out from where she landed.
"Weasley!" he exclaimed. He lunged for her again, but she spun away from him, and ended up right back on the bed, jumping again. She giggled as she saw the look of surprise on his face.
"Told you! You can't get me."
"Bloody Hell! Weasley hold still!" He went toward the bed again, taking a slower pace this time. She seemed to be leaning more to the left, so he lunged toward the left. She hopped off the other side of the bed, though, instead.
"Still can't get me. Draco, I thought you'd be better at getting me than this, being the seeker of Slytherin and all," she said, shaking her head and putting her hands on her hips.
"Shut up, Weasley." He sat on the bed, pouting.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to say anything to actually hurt your feelings." Ginny walked to the bed and sat next to him. He sat there for a minute before grabbing her arms and laughing.
"Got you!" he cried out, laughing at his own triumph.
"You git!" She struggled for a minute, trying to get out of his grasp, but his quidditch strength was too much for her. She took to plan B. If he could be manipulative, so could she. "Ow, Draco, you're hurting me!" She managed a tear and a whimper along with it. "Stop, please!" He automatically dropped his hands away from hers. "Haha! Got you again!" she said, jumping back up to her feet on the bed.
"That wasn't funny, Weasel." He stood and walked to the window, all emotion gone from his face.
"What?" Ginny asked. "I'm sorry, if that makes any difference."
"It doesn't. My mother used to look at Father like that all the time. The same whimper, the same pleas." She drew in a breath. She knew Lucius was a jerk, but she never imagined that he would hurt someone he loved.
"Oh, Draco, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to. I was just, y'know, trying to be manipulative, like you were. I really wasn't hurt, not at all. Look! Not even any red marks or anything!" She held out her arms to prove it.
"Don't try to make me all right, Weasel. It's not an option. You're just here because you refuse to disobey that white haired imbecile. We don't even have to talk." Draco sat at his desk, retrieving his potions book and some parchment.
"Draco, I'm really sorry. I..." She saw that he wasn't listening, so she stopped trying to apologize. She would find some way to make this up to him, but she didn't know what just yet. Suddenly, she noticed three hardback books sitting beside his desk. She squealed to herself as she jumped to grab them.
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About half an hour later,. a house elf knocked at Draco's door. He looked over at Ginny, who he was going to tell to answer it, but he noticed that she was fast asleep on his bed clutching a quite large book.
"Damn, Weasley, now I'll have to disinfect my pillowcases," he muttered to himself. He opened the door, letting the small creature inside with their dinner. It sat the tray down and quickly excused itself. Draco was going to eat his part, and let her eat when she awoke, but he decided that she probably wouldn't like cold vegetable soup and hard grilled cheese sandwiches.
He walked gracefully over to the bed, sitting down next to her. "Weasley, Come on, Wake up." He delicately shook her, almost afraid to touch her.
She rolled over, sighing happily. "Oh, Draco. You're so wonderful," she whispered just loud enough for him to catch.
"Virginia Weasley!" he cried out in shock. Ginny's eyes fluttered open in shock Her shock got worse as she realized she was lying in Draco Malfoy's bed, with Draco Malfoy beside her.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" she screamed. (A/N–I wanted to end it here, but it's nowhere near long enough. And I'm friggin' bored. So, here's more!)
She jumped out of the bed, looking around to see if anything nearby could be used as a weapon. Draco stood, majestically and very respectably stood and backed away from the bed. Slowly, she remembered everything that had happened.
"Oh." She sat back down on the bed. "I take it I fell asleep reading IT."
"Yup," was his only reply. He was still afraid he'd get beaten up.
"Sorry," she apologized.
"Your dinner is here. It's getting cold."
"That's okay. I have my wand. I'll just do a warming spell." Ginny smiled as Draco's eyes flashed a look that said he hadn't remembered that. "Did you forget that you could do a spell to warm your food?"
"No," he lied as he walked to the table that held the tray of food. He sat and began eating regally.
"Yes you did! The great Draco Malfoy, Mr. Perfection, forgot about being able to do a simple warming spell!" Ginny laughed. He gave her a look and she attempted to stifle the giggling. "Sorry, Draco, but you must admit it's quite silly." He continued to look at her. "What?!" she squeaked a little with that. He was pondering what would happen if he asked why she mentioned his name, along with the word 'wonderful', while she was asleep. He was just about to open his mouth when she cried, "Well, fine! If you're not going to tell me what the hell you're staring at me like that for, I'm going to go take a bloody bath!" And she stomped off to his private bathroom, leaving him alone to eat his cold vegetable soup and hard grilled cheese. What was worse was when he realized he couldn't do the warming spell because he had left his wand in his bathroom, where Ginny was now sitting naked.
"Oh, bloody hell," he muttered to himself before walking to his bathroom door. He knocked.
"Yes, Draco?" Ginny called from the other side of the door.
"Uh, Weasley, I left my wand in there. I need it."
"Well, what do you want me to do about that? I'm already in the bathtub. I'll get cold if I get out now." She knew she was driving him crazy, but she loved to do that to guys. And there was no chance he'd try to do anything with her. Her logic was he's a Malfoy, she's a Weasley. They'd never get together.
"Weasley! For Merlin's sake! I'm trying to be a gentleman here, and not get the shit beat out of me by your git of a brother! Help me out a little here!" he yelled through the door.
She was silent for a minute, then replied with a simple, "No."
"UGH! You infuriate me, you know that?" he cried out, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Sorry, but you're no fun as a gentleman. Too stiff. Or maybe that's not stiff enough?" she teased with a giggle.
"You...You....Ugh! You!" Draco sat down on his bed, trying to determine if he wanted to take the chance of getting his wand or just waiting for her to get out first. He couldn't figure out why she got to him so much, though. If it was Pansy or anyone else, he'd have just burst in there, pissing off the occupant, and grab his wand. He'd also make a derogatory comment and not have a second thought about it. But the littlest Weasley seemed to be his only weakness. He didn't think he was too happy about that.
He finally decided that he wanted his wand. Ginny had been in the bathtub for a good half an hour now, and he was getting restless. Standing at the door, he got ready to shield his eyes. No matter how boring she thought he was as a gentleman, he would be one. Opening the door, he looked on the counter for his wand.
"Draco!" Ginny cried from the other side of the room.
"Not looking, just getting wand." Draco was really not looking, until he said that. She was smirking as his eyes grazed her body. She had just been getting out of the bathtub when he walked in, so the towel was just being held up, and not wrapped around her body. "Thank Merlin I have small towels," he muttered to himself. The towel was just barely big enough to cover most of the important parts.
"Not looking, huh?" she continued to smirk. "Could you please turn or something? I want to at least wrap another towel around my hair. It's kind of wet." He quickly turned to continue the search for his wand.
Ginny, overpowering and free spirited as she was, decided the perfect way to make it up to Draco for the little incident earlier.
Draco felt hands on his shoulders. It occurred to him that the Weasley was giving him a massage. And it actually felt pretty good. She moved down his back, tracing deep circles on the sides of his spine.
"The shirt is in the way," she whispered. "Any complaints to getting rid of it?" Draco turned to her. She had the towel wrapped around her, small as it was, and another towel on her head.
"Damn it, Weasley, I just found out I'm a bastard child, and now you're trying to seduce me?" Draco laughed a little. "Never thought either was possible. What a day!" He grabbed his wand and walked back out.
Ginny stared after him, amazed. He had just turned her down! Every guy wanted her! Maybe he was gay....
Disclaimer: I don't own crap.
Chapter 4
"Weasley! What do you think you're doing!" Draco yelled as she began jumping.
"Having fun, Draco, maybe you should try it!" The ends of her hair bounced up to her ears, her shirt trying to fly up. She giggled as pulled it back down.
"Stop bouncing! You're making me dizzy!" he ordered. Ginny looked at him, and Draco swore that he saw a twinkle in her eye.
She stopped momentarily to look directly in his eye. "Make me," she challenged in a strong, yet quiet voice. He looked at her with shock as she continued jumping.
"You little....You little..." was all he could get out of his mouth.
"Oh! Have I succeeded in making the amazing ferret speechless? Gasp!" she teased, still jumping.
"ARGH!" he exclaimed, making a run for the bed. He grabbed for her foot, but she jumped over his head, onto the floor.
"Haha! Can't get me," she continued, sticking her tongue out from where she landed.
"Weasley!" he exclaimed. He lunged for her again, but she spun away from him, and ended up right back on the bed, jumping again. She giggled as she saw the look of surprise on his face.
"Told you! You can't get me."
"Bloody Hell! Weasley hold still!" He went toward the bed again, taking a slower pace this time. She seemed to be leaning more to the left, so he lunged toward the left. She hopped off the other side of the bed, though, instead.
"Still can't get me. Draco, I thought you'd be better at getting me than this, being the seeker of Slytherin and all," she said, shaking her head and putting her hands on her hips.
"Shut up, Weasley." He sat on the bed, pouting.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to say anything to actually hurt your feelings." Ginny walked to the bed and sat next to him. He sat there for a minute before grabbing her arms and laughing.
"Got you!" he cried out, laughing at his own triumph.
"You git!" She struggled for a minute, trying to get out of his grasp, but his quidditch strength was too much for her. She took to plan B. If he could be manipulative, so could she. "Ow, Draco, you're hurting me!" She managed a tear and a whimper along with it. "Stop, please!" He automatically dropped his hands away from hers. "Haha! Got you again!" she said, jumping back up to her feet on the bed.
"That wasn't funny, Weasel." He stood and walked to the window, all emotion gone from his face.
"What?" Ginny asked. "I'm sorry, if that makes any difference."
"It doesn't. My mother used to look at Father like that all the time. The same whimper, the same pleas." She drew in a breath. She knew Lucius was a jerk, but she never imagined that he would hurt someone he loved.
"Oh, Draco, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to. I was just, y'know, trying to be manipulative, like you were. I really wasn't hurt, not at all. Look! Not even any red marks or anything!" She held out her arms to prove it.
"Don't try to make me all right, Weasel. It's not an option. You're just here because you refuse to disobey that white haired imbecile. We don't even have to talk." Draco sat at his desk, retrieving his potions book and some parchment.
"Draco, I'm really sorry. I..." She saw that he wasn't listening, so she stopped trying to apologize. She would find some way to make this up to him, but she didn't know what just yet. Suddenly, she noticed three hardback books sitting beside his desk. She squealed to herself as she jumped to grab them.
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About half an hour later,. a house elf knocked at Draco's door. He looked over at Ginny, who he was going to tell to answer it, but he noticed that she was fast asleep on his bed clutching a quite large book.
"Damn, Weasley, now I'll have to disinfect my pillowcases," he muttered to himself. He opened the door, letting the small creature inside with their dinner. It sat the tray down and quickly excused itself. Draco was going to eat his part, and let her eat when she awoke, but he decided that she probably wouldn't like cold vegetable soup and hard grilled cheese sandwiches.
He walked gracefully over to the bed, sitting down next to her. "Weasley, Come on, Wake up." He delicately shook her, almost afraid to touch her.
She rolled over, sighing happily. "Oh, Draco. You're so wonderful," she whispered just loud enough for him to catch.
"Virginia Weasley!" he cried out in shock. Ginny's eyes fluttered open in shock Her shock got worse as she realized she was lying in Draco Malfoy's bed, with Draco Malfoy beside her.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" she screamed. (A/N–I wanted to end it here, but it's nowhere near long enough. And I'm friggin' bored. So, here's more!)
She jumped out of the bed, looking around to see if anything nearby could be used as a weapon. Draco stood, majestically and very respectably stood and backed away from the bed. Slowly, she remembered everything that had happened.
"Oh." She sat back down on the bed. "I take it I fell asleep reading IT."
"Yup," was his only reply. He was still afraid he'd get beaten up.
"Sorry," she apologized.
"Your dinner is here. It's getting cold."
"That's okay. I have my wand. I'll just do a warming spell." Ginny smiled as Draco's eyes flashed a look that said he hadn't remembered that. "Did you forget that you could do a spell to warm your food?"
"No," he lied as he walked to the table that held the tray of food. He sat and began eating regally.
"Yes you did! The great Draco Malfoy, Mr. Perfection, forgot about being able to do a simple warming spell!" Ginny laughed. He gave her a look and she attempted to stifle the giggling. "Sorry, Draco, but you must admit it's quite silly." He continued to look at her. "What?!" she squeaked a little with that. He was pondering what would happen if he asked why she mentioned his name, along with the word 'wonderful', while she was asleep. He was just about to open his mouth when she cried, "Well, fine! If you're not going to tell me what the hell you're staring at me like that for, I'm going to go take a bloody bath!" And she stomped off to his private bathroom, leaving him alone to eat his cold vegetable soup and hard grilled cheese. What was worse was when he realized he couldn't do the warming spell because he had left his wand in his bathroom, where Ginny was now sitting naked.
"Oh, bloody hell," he muttered to himself before walking to his bathroom door. He knocked.
"Yes, Draco?" Ginny called from the other side of the door.
"Uh, Weasley, I left my wand in there. I need it."
"Well, what do you want me to do about that? I'm already in the bathtub. I'll get cold if I get out now." She knew she was driving him crazy, but she loved to do that to guys. And there was no chance he'd try to do anything with her. Her logic was he's a Malfoy, she's a Weasley. They'd never get together.
"Weasley! For Merlin's sake! I'm trying to be a gentleman here, and not get the shit beat out of me by your git of a brother! Help me out a little here!" he yelled through the door.
She was silent for a minute, then replied with a simple, "No."
"UGH! You infuriate me, you know that?" he cried out, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Sorry, but you're no fun as a gentleman. Too stiff. Or maybe that's not stiff enough?" she teased with a giggle.
"You...You....Ugh! You!" Draco sat down on his bed, trying to determine if he wanted to take the chance of getting his wand or just waiting for her to get out first. He couldn't figure out why she got to him so much, though. If it was Pansy or anyone else, he'd have just burst in there, pissing off the occupant, and grab his wand. He'd also make a derogatory comment and not have a second thought about it. But the littlest Weasley seemed to be his only weakness. He didn't think he was too happy about that.
He finally decided that he wanted his wand. Ginny had been in the bathtub for a good half an hour now, and he was getting restless. Standing at the door, he got ready to shield his eyes. No matter how boring she thought he was as a gentleman, he would be one. Opening the door, he looked on the counter for his wand.
"Draco!" Ginny cried from the other side of the room.
"Not looking, just getting wand." Draco was really not looking, until he said that. She was smirking as his eyes grazed her body. She had just been getting out of the bathtub when he walked in, so the towel was just being held up, and not wrapped around her body. "Thank Merlin I have small towels," he muttered to himself. The towel was just barely big enough to cover most of the important parts.
"Not looking, huh?" she continued to smirk. "Could you please turn or something? I want to at least wrap another towel around my hair. It's kind of wet." He quickly turned to continue the search for his wand.
Ginny, overpowering and free spirited as she was, decided the perfect way to make it up to Draco for the little incident earlier.
Draco felt hands on his shoulders. It occurred to him that the Weasley was giving him a massage. And it actually felt pretty good. She moved down his back, tracing deep circles on the sides of his spine.
"The shirt is in the way," she whispered. "Any complaints to getting rid of it?" Draco turned to her. She had the towel wrapped around her, small as it was, and another towel on her head.
"Damn it, Weasley, I just found out I'm a bastard child, and now you're trying to seduce me?" Draco laughed a little. "Never thought either was possible. What a day!" He grabbed his wand and walked back out.
Ginny stared after him, amazed. He had just turned her down! Every guy wanted her! Maybe he was gay....