A/N: OMG!! I didn't realized that the last chapter didn't have Draco at all! I'm so sorry! But here's a little more. I think I'm going to go through after I get this story on course and re write a lot of it, because it just doesn't make sense. Sorry about that. Well, here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: If I owned Draco Malfoy, I'd be selling his body for money, not writing hopelessly romantic and unbelievable stories about him. Again, I disclaim.
Chapter 10:
The next morning, Draco was woken by Madame Pompfrey bustling around him.
"Ah, good, Mr. Malfoy. It's time for you to be on your way. Breakfast is starting soon, and we wouldn't want you to be late for your classes," she said to him as he sat up. The major headache he had the night before was gone, and his stuffed ferret was sitting on the floor next to his bed. He could barely remember what had caused him to spend the night in the hospital wing. He knew it had something to do with Ginny–er, The youngest Weasel. He shook his head and stood up. After a little dizziness, he reached into his bag, and pulled out–leather pants?? He groaned as he remembered their exchange the night before. The leather pants, the ferret, the footsie pajamas. It was all rushing back to him now.
As he changed into the clothes, being the only ones he had, he decided he'd just have to return to his room and change as quickly as possible. It just wouldn't do for people to see him out like this! He gathered his things and told Madame Pompfrey that he was leaving. He looked around the corner of the doorframe before stepping out into the hallway. He proceeded to the next corner, checking around it, too. This paranoid behavior continued until he finally approached the Slytherin dormitories. He said the password and walked inside, believing to be safe from prying eyes.
Unfortunately for Draco, Professor Snape had decided to have an early morning house meeting. The entire house was sitting in the common room, now staring at the leather clad dragon.
"Nice of you to, er, join us, Mr. Malfoy," Snape broke the silence with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Er...um...Hello, Professor. Um. I'll just be changing now, if you'll excuse me." Draco's face was now colored around the same hue as Ron Weasley's hair. He glided through the crowd, heads still turning to silently mock him, and gracefully entered his room.
"Little Weasel is going to pay for this!" he muttered to himself as he moved toward his closet.
"I am?" Ginny asked from her place on his bed. Under his covers. In her bedclothes. With pigtails? She smiled at his confusion. "I've been here for some time. I had to hide from Ron and Harry. Hermione finally got tired of waiting on me and went into her dorm, but the other two sat downstairs all night! I waited until Harry took a restroom break, and snuck out behind Ron's back. Then I came here, which was the only place they wouldn't think to look for me." Ginny smiled. "I thought of Colin's room first, but after what Lavender and Parvati did last night to all of the guys, I thought avoided the Gryffindor dorms all together was a good idea."
Draco just glared at her. "Do you realize what you've forced me to do? Every single Slytherin is sitting out there and I just had to walk through them with leather pants on! I'll never hear the end of this!"
Draco watched as the color drained from Ginny's face. "Ev...Every Slytherin?" she asked.
"Yes, Weasley! Every Slytherin!" he yelled.
"Well...how am I supposed to get out of here now?!" she yelled back. Draco's face also drained of color. The rumors that would be started suddenly rushed into his head. The rumors that were probably already started then took their turn of rushing.
"Do you realize how bad this looks?" Draco said. "You were in here all day yesterday and spent the night!"
"But you weren't in here last night, so maybe...." Ginny started.
"No one will care where I was! They'll find out you were in my room and it'll be blown all out of proportion!" Draco continued yelling. He started pacing back and forth. Ginny continued to be curled up under his covers.
"Draco, calm down. Fix the smallest problem first. Get out of those leather pants." Ginny was actually trying to think through the situation.
"Do you mean that?" Draco's smirk proved his mind was not where Ginny's was.
"DRACO!" Ginny cried out. "I can not believe we are in the situation from hell and your mind is stuck in the gutter!" She threw the covers back and reached toward her duffel bag before realizing her pajamas weren't very modest.
"My mind is never anywhere else with you around, Weasley." Draco had taken to looking her up and down while her face turned blood red. Ginny looked at him with curiosity.
"Draco, do you remember what you dreamed of last night?" she asked out of no where as she pulled a hairbrush out of her bag. He thought about it for a minute, then smiled. He had dreams of her all night. She couldn't possibly know that, though, could she?
"Yes, I remember. Why?"
"Do you know that you talk in your sleep?" Ginny replied. "And you thrash about?" Draco looked absolutely mortified. Had he said something about her? "And you kiss in your sleep?" Ginny smirked, then realized she was smirking and stopped. Too much time in Slytherin.
"What?!" Draco cried out.
"Yup. Why do you think I'm hiding from Ron, Harry, and Hermione? You're quite the kisser, Draco." Ginny picked up her duffel and walked into Draco's bathroom.
"This Weasley girl is going to be the death of me!" he said to himself as he changed into decent clothes, and continued to vaporize the club clothes so nothing like this ever happened again.
About half an hour later, Ginny walked out in her school uniform. She had charmed it to be her own house colors, and had gold streaks through her hair. Unfortunately, she had left all of her accessories in her own dorm, and there was no way in hell she was going back there! Ron and Harry were probably still sitting in the common room, waiting to start yelling as soon as she turned up.
Draco was sitting on his bed, attempting to make sense of the past 24 hours' events. He looked up, amazed at what he saw. He had never really looked at the youngest Weasel, and now he was wondering why not. Sure, he had noticed her clothing and her attitude. Annoyed the hell out of him that she wasn't in Slytherin. If she had been, he'd have an excuse to tell his father. But, though she was in Gryffindor, she was absolutely breath taking.
And, as he thought about it, he wouldn't have to give excuses to his father, now, would he??
Using his manners, he stood a few seconds later. Taking her hand, he said, "Ms. Weasley, has anyone ever told you that you are remarkably beautiful?" He leaned down to softly place his perfectly pouting lips on her delicate hand.
"Malfoy? Are you feeling okay?" Ginny asked, removing her hand from his and taking a step back.
"Ginevra, I have just begun to realize that everything I know in this world has changed. Nothing is the same anymore. Lucius Malfoy is no longer my father. I don't have to answer to anything he says, and I don't have to keep up appearances anymore. I don't have to hide who I really am." Draco spun around flamboyantly a few times, and then plopped down on his bed.
"Draco?? Is this your way of announcing that your gay? Because that's certainly what it sounds like." Ginny looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"No, Ginny, This is my way of saying Malfoy's and Weasley's don't belong together. But I'm not a Malfoy. I'm a...well, who my father is isn't important! All I know is I'm not a Malfoy, and that means I can do anything I want for the first time in my life!"
"Draco? What are you talking about??" Ginny was wondering what Draco could want more than having all the galleons in the world, having all the power he could want, being able to manipulate everyone he could ever want to...
But then, she saw the way he was looking at her, and sat down on the bed next to him. They sat silently for a moment, as Draco turned to face her, grabbing her hands as he did so.
What they didn't notice was Pansy Parkinson walking in the room. She stood at the door, shocked, as she saw what was going on.
"Ginny, I think, since I'm no longer a Malfoy, that there is no reason I shouldn't tell you this. I think I...well, Ginny. I think I'm in love with you." Draco took her silence to be the perfect time for a passionate kiss.
When Pansy saw this, she screamed, threw a few curse words, and ran out the door, causing Ginny and Draco to separate from each other.
"You think she heard?" Ginny asked.
"I know she heard. We'd better get out of here before she comes back with a weapon." Draco stood, leading the way out the door and to the Great Hall.
A/N: Next Chapter: Explosions in the Great Hall! Starring Ron, Ginny, Harry, Pansy, and Hermione. Blaise and Colin try to keep the peace, and Micheal just gets wind of the situation. And who is Draco's dad?? It's not Lucius, so who could it be??
Eh, R&R, please!
Disclaimer: If I owned Draco Malfoy, I'd be selling his body for money, not writing hopelessly romantic and unbelievable stories about him. Again, I disclaim.
Chapter 10:
The next morning, Draco was woken by Madame Pompfrey bustling around him.
"Ah, good, Mr. Malfoy. It's time for you to be on your way. Breakfast is starting soon, and we wouldn't want you to be late for your classes," she said to him as he sat up. The major headache he had the night before was gone, and his stuffed ferret was sitting on the floor next to his bed. He could barely remember what had caused him to spend the night in the hospital wing. He knew it had something to do with Ginny–er, The youngest Weasel. He shook his head and stood up. After a little dizziness, he reached into his bag, and pulled out–leather pants?? He groaned as he remembered their exchange the night before. The leather pants, the ferret, the footsie pajamas. It was all rushing back to him now.
As he changed into the clothes, being the only ones he had, he decided he'd just have to return to his room and change as quickly as possible. It just wouldn't do for people to see him out like this! He gathered his things and told Madame Pompfrey that he was leaving. He looked around the corner of the doorframe before stepping out into the hallway. He proceeded to the next corner, checking around it, too. This paranoid behavior continued until he finally approached the Slytherin dormitories. He said the password and walked inside, believing to be safe from prying eyes.
Unfortunately for Draco, Professor Snape had decided to have an early morning house meeting. The entire house was sitting in the common room, now staring at the leather clad dragon.
"Nice of you to, er, join us, Mr. Malfoy," Snape broke the silence with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Er...um...Hello, Professor. Um. I'll just be changing now, if you'll excuse me." Draco's face was now colored around the same hue as Ron Weasley's hair. He glided through the crowd, heads still turning to silently mock him, and gracefully entered his room.
"Little Weasel is going to pay for this!" he muttered to himself as he moved toward his closet.
"I am?" Ginny asked from her place on his bed. Under his covers. In her bedclothes. With pigtails? She smiled at his confusion. "I've been here for some time. I had to hide from Ron and Harry. Hermione finally got tired of waiting on me and went into her dorm, but the other two sat downstairs all night! I waited until Harry took a restroom break, and snuck out behind Ron's back. Then I came here, which was the only place they wouldn't think to look for me." Ginny smiled. "I thought of Colin's room first, but after what Lavender and Parvati did last night to all of the guys, I thought avoided the Gryffindor dorms all together was a good idea."
Draco just glared at her. "Do you realize what you've forced me to do? Every single Slytherin is sitting out there and I just had to walk through them with leather pants on! I'll never hear the end of this!"
Draco watched as the color drained from Ginny's face. "Ev...Every Slytherin?" she asked.
"Yes, Weasley! Every Slytherin!" he yelled.
"Well...how am I supposed to get out of here now?!" she yelled back. Draco's face also drained of color. The rumors that would be started suddenly rushed into his head. The rumors that were probably already started then took their turn of rushing.
"Do you realize how bad this looks?" Draco said. "You were in here all day yesterday and spent the night!"
"But you weren't in here last night, so maybe...." Ginny started.
"No one will care where I was! They'll find out you were in my room and it'll be blown all out of proportion!" Draco continued yelling. He started pacing back and forth. Ginny continued to be curled up under his covers.
"Draco, calm down. Fix the smallest problem first. Get out of those leather pants." Ginny was actually trying to think through the situation.
"Do you mean that?" Draco's smirk proved his mind was not where Ginny's was.
"DRACO!" Ginny cried out. "I can not believe we are in the situation from hell and your mind is stuck in the gutter!" She threw the covers back and reached toward her duffel bag before realizing her pajamas weren't very modest.
"My mind is never anywhere else with you around, Weasley." Draco had taken to looking her up and down while her face turned blood red. Ginny looked at him with curiosity.
"Draco, do you remember what you dreamed of last night?" she asked out of no where as she pulled a hairbrush out of her bag. He thought about it for a minute, then smiled. He had dreams of her all night. She couldn't possibly know that, though, could she?
"Yes, I remember. Why?"
"Do you know that you talk in your sleep?" Ginny replied. "And you thrash about?" Draco looked absolutely mortified. Had he said something about her? "And you kiss in your sleep?" Ginny smirked, then realized she was smirking and stopped. Too much time in Slytherin.
"What?!" Draco cried out.
"Yup. Why do you think I'm hiding from Ron, Harry, and Hermione? You're quite the kisser, Draco." Ginny picked up her duffel and walked into Draco's bathroom.
"This Weasley girl is going to be the death of me!" he said to himself as he changed into decent clothes, and continued to vaporize the club clothes so nothing like this ever happened again.
About half an hour later, Ginny walked out in her school uniform. She had charmed it to be her own house colors, and had gold streaks through her hair. Unfortunately, she had left all of her accessories in her own dorm, and there was no way in hell she was going back there! Ron and Harry were probably still sitting in the common room, waiting to start yelling as soon as she turned up.
Draco was sitting on his bed, attempting to make sense of the past 24 hours' events. He looked up, amazed at what he saw. He had never really looked at the youngest Weasel, and now he was wondering why not. Sure, he had noticed her clothing and her attitude. Annoyed the hell out of him that she wasn't in Slytherin. If she had been, he'd have an excuse to tell his father. But, though she was in Gryffindor, she was absolutely breath taking.
And, as he thought about it, he wouldn't have to give excuses to his father, now, would he??
Using his manners, he stood a few seconds later. Taking her hand, he said, "Ms. Weasley, has anyone ever told you that you are remarkably beautiful?" He leaned down to softly place his perfectly pouting lips on her delicate hand.
"Malfoy? Are you feeling okay?" Ginny asked, removing her hand from his and taking a step back.
"Ginevra, I have just begun to realize that everything I know in this world has changed. Nothing is the same anymore. Lucius Malfoy is no longer my father. I don't have to answer to anything he says, and I don't have to keep up appearances anymore. I don't have to hide who I really am." Draco spun around flamboyantly a few times, and then plopped down on his bed.
"Draco?? Is this your way of announcing that your gay? Because that's certainly what it sounds like." Ginny looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"No, Ginny, This is my way of saying Malfoy's and Weasley's don't belong together. But I'm not a Malfoy. I'm a...well, who my father is isn't important! All I know is I'm not a Malfoy, and that means I can do anything I want for the first time in my life!"
"Draco? What are you talking about??" Ginny was wondering what Draco could want more than having all the galleons in the world, having all the power he could want, being able to manipulate everyone he could ever want to...
But then, she saw the way he was looking at her, and sat down on the bed next to him. They sat silently for a moment, as Draco turned to face her, grabbing her hands as he did so.
What they didn't notice was Pansy Parkinson walking in the room. She stood at the door, shocked, as she saw what was going on.
"Ginny, I think, since I'm no longer a Malfoy, that there is no reason I shouldn't tell you this. I think I...well, Ginny. I think I'm in love with you." Draco took her silence to be the perfect time for a passionate kiss.
When Pansy saw this, she screamed, threw a few curse words, and ran out the door, causing Ginny and Draco to separate from each other.
"You think she heard?" Ginny asked.
"I know she heard. We'd better get out of here before she comes back with a weapon." Draco stood, leading the way out the door and to the Great Hall.
A/N: Next Chapter: Explosions in the Great Hall! Starring Ron, Ginny, Harry, Pansy, and Hermione. Blaise and Colin try to keep the peace, and Micheal just gets wind of the situation. And who is Draco's dad?? It's not Lucius, so who could it be??
Eh, R&R, please!