Chapter 3 – Old Rivals
"So Mr. Malfoy," Ginny asked with a smile the next morning, "How was your night?"
"Suitable." was the reply. "When will breakfast be served?"
A head popped out from behind a door to the two's left. "Dracy-poo!!!" possibly the least liked member of the survivors rushed out a knocked the wind clear out of the new arrivals lungs. "P…P…Pansy?" he stuttered, trying to regain his posture. Pansy Parkinson, head of 1/3 of the laundry, gatherer of drinking water and official pain in the ass to all the survivors in Snowdrop Cottage, promptly placed her mouth part to Draco's and smooched the living daylights out of him. Normally Malfoys aren't ones to blush…Normally. Ginny watched this explicate display of passion (or at least Pansy's passion) with an embarrassed blush (which clashed rather horribly with her hair) and a sudden feeling of jealousy. Finally deciding to let Mr. Malfoy breathe, Pansy retracted her lips and grabbed his hand. "Let Pansy-Wansy fix you up some yummy-scrummy breakfast!!!"
"Good luck Mr. Malfoy! You'll need it!" hissed Ginny as Draco passed her going into the kitchen.
A groan was her reply.
She studied the book once more. "No…" she breathed. No. It wasn't possible. There had to be some mistake. The man in the kitchen, her kitchen couldn't be Draco Malfoy, evil-Slytherin and arch nemesis of her dead brother Ron and his living friends Harry and Hermione. But then again it made sense. That's why he was on such…friendly... terms with Pansy. She stacked the books back into their original, neat pile and sighed. Walking down to the kitchen trying to put as much bravado into her voice as possible, she cleared her thought and announced: "Malfoy; we need to talk."
They sat on Draco's bed. Ginny new she ought to begin. Summoning up all her courage she opened her mouth and words began to tumble out "Mr. Malfoy, I do believe that before the great fire you attended Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which I also attended 'sept I was a Griffindor not a Slytherin and ya see, you and my brother didn't get along to well and well we didn't get along too well either, so well, I was just wondering, do you know this and I'm not sure why this matters too much but ya see…eep!" she squeaked as a delicate finger was placed on her lip. "I know. But though we were old rivals before the great fire, why carry on the traditions of our forefathers? Young Ginny, you an I have both changed and…things have happened to us. If we do not bond, like the heroes in the great fire, then we will perish like they would have." he removed his hand from her lips and settled back on the bed. Ginny felt a tad feverish. Malfoy's deep voice had found his way inside her and had touched her heart. No matter what now, she would have to believe what he had just said.
"Just one question; ever since when were you so deep?"