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Chapter Eight
How to Avoid Being Seen by Your O.P.B- Ginny Weasley
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Herbology was it's usual tedious self. Professor Sprout made them groom herbs to heal something that Ginny couldn't quite recall.
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As soon as class was dismissed, she rushed out of there and bumped into Harry and Ron. Didn't they have potions down in the dungeons?
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"I thought you guys had potions down in the dungeons," she said to them, placing a delicate hand on her hips.
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Ron, the O.P.B (overprotective brother) nodded and glanced sideways at Harry. "We did until Professor Snape, that damned bastard that he is, kicked us out for the day. Seems I heard something very interesting in class today, Gin."
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Ginny bit her lower lips and looked at her shoes. "What did you hear?" she asked, beginning to scuff the ground with the toe of her shoes.
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"Nothing that's good," he said angrily. "Why are there rumors flying around that Malfoy-"
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"I can explain!" she shouted.
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"-has been bothering you?" he asked, completing ignoring what she was trying to say. "Why didn't you tell me that he has?"
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Ginny looked up at him in surprise and glanced at Harry to see if he had caught onto what she was about to confess. He hadn't although he did look a bit sick. "That's all?" Ginny asked, laughing out of relief. So Ron didn't hear anything about what was to come? Now all she had to do was go to the damned thing with Draco and make sure her brother did not see her once.
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"Of course," the O.P.B said, a bit baffled. "Why? What had you expected me to say?"
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She smiled secretly and looked away when you caught sight of none other than Draco Malfoy. What was he doing there? Didn't she tell him-Oh bloody hell-she told him to go wherever he wanted to.
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"Dammit," she cursed beneath her breath.
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"What was that?" the O.P.B asked, bending closer to hear.
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"Oh," Ginny said, refocusing her attention on him. "Er, nothing. I just said dammit, I should have come to you. Maybe if I had-er-the problem would have been solved earlier."
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Draco was getting closer but thanks to the crowd, he didn't know where they were just yet. Ginny grabbed the arms of both her brother and Harry and dragged them away in the opposite direction.
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"Where are you taking us, Gin?" Ron asked, letting her drag him behind but Harry on the other hand was getting pretty stiff.
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"Er--," she said, looking for a spot to dump them off so they wouldn't see her. "Don't you two have a class in here?" she asked, randomly opening a door and throwing them inside. "Well, wouldn't want you two to be late and cost anymore of Gryffindor's house point, so you'd best get into class early."
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She locked the door up and ran back in Draco's direction. She caught him coming out of Herbology, looking a bit baffled that she wasn't in there. When he caught sight of her, Draco smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.
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"Where do you hide your skinny self?" he asked, waiting for her to reach him. "I thought I saw you standing here and then I look away only to turn back with you gone."
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Ginny laughed nervously and looked over her shoulder in case the boys found their way out. "Er-I hadn't seen you so I walked away. I reached the end of the halls when-er-a girl told me that you were looking for me. I thought I told you that you can go wherever you'd like. You're taking me to the dance as a dare, that's all. It's not like you have to walk around with me too, I mean, that would make you look bad."
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Draco laughed and shook his head. He shifted the pile of books in his hands into the other one and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Well-" he paused and looked at something beyond Ginny's shoulder. A frowned deepened Draco's fine features and he cocked his head to the side. "Who would go into a janitor's closet?"
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Ginny turned around and realized that that was the door she had pushed Ron and Harry through. "Shit," she cursed to herself, reading the sign on the door that read 'Janitor'. "Er-probably some first year who lost their way around. Come on, thought you were going to walk me to my next class."
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She grabbed his hands and they ran right past the opening door and rounded the corner in time before the door was actually opened. Ginny continued to drag him with her and they ran until they reached the Great Hall where Draco would be dropping her off for Care of Magical Creatures.
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"Well," she said, out of breath. "We're," a breath, "here." Another breath, "Go," a breath, "to," a breath, "your" a breath, "next," a breath, "class."
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Draco frowned at her, but he only nodded since he too was out of breath.
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Ginny watched him walk away and she felt sad. If only it could really be that she could go to the Valentine's Dance with him, not as a dare, but because he really wanted her to go with him.
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She sighed and even laughed at herself. Draco Malfoy asking her, Ginny Weasley to go to the Valentine's dance with him because he wanted to be with her; that was impossible.
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It goes way beyond even the limit of a Weasley's dream because as everybody already knows: the Malfoys and the Weasleys do not get along.
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Ginny sighed and walked sullenly to her next class.
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He was out there again when class was dismissed. That Draco, he really was something. He wouldn't give up when she wouldn't go out with him and he wasn't going to give up now with walking her to class. Would it take almost a week just to get Ron to accept Draco and let him walk her to class?
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That was a question that only time would reveal and time was not something that Ginny had. If Ron found out before he could accept this, hell would turn loose and Draco will become-what's the word? Dead meat.
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He was lounging against the stone stairs that led into Hogwarts, looking extremely cunning and sexy. The C.L.S.P (The Cunning Little Sexy Prat) flashed a half grin and half smirk that twitched his lips to the left side of his face and his eyebrows went up, greeting her.
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Ginny laughed at him and he stood up, taking her hands. "Ready to go, love?" he asked.
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This was getting out of hand. He was taking her to the dance; he wasn't asking her to marry him so she could not fall for him. No, never. She could not fall for him.
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He began climbing and Ginny followed suit, but he stumbled on the slippery steps. Instead of the C.L.S.P slipping though, she fell for him and it wasn't good because she had said she would not fall for him.
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So there they were, in the cool afternoon with students inside the Great Hall having lunch, the C.L.S.P holding onto the hands of a redhead who fell for him, sitting on the ground and looking a bit embarrassed.
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"You alright?" he asked, helping her up.
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Ginny nodded, a bit flushed and went in through the double doors that led into Hogwarts. But she could not enter the Great Hall with Draco because people will see and they will talk and then Ron will hear.
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"Sorry," she apologized, pulling her hands from within his. "I have to get upstairs and put my things away. Besides, I'm not very hungry and I haven't finished my homework for Transfiguration which is next. I'm going to study in the library instead of eat lunch."
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The C.L.S.P nodded understandingly, but he took her hands in his again. "Okay," he said. "But I'll come with you since I have potions homework that I need to do research on too."
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Ginny sighed and rushed past the door that led into the Great Hall. Perhaps no one saw her.
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They were in the corridors, headed in the direction of the library when Ginny saw Hermione up ahead, looking a bit angry. She couldn't let Hermione see them together because Hermione and Harry were friends and if Harry knows, he would definitely tell Ron.
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"Oh shit," she said. Ginny opened another random door to the side and shoved Draco in before she locked it. She leaned against it and smiled at Hermione who hadn't noticed her yet.
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"Hi, Hermione," she said sweetly, hoping the C.L.S.P wouldn't start shouting for help soon. "What's wrong?"
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Hermione looked up startled and looked at Ginny, but it seemed to take time before she registered it in that it was Ginny.
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"Oh, just Ginny," she said more to herself then to Ginny.
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Just Ginny, right. She was Just Ginny.
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"You heading down to lunch?" she asked her friend, never taking her weight off of the closed door.
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The older girl nodded and continued down the hall. Ginny shook her head and opened the door for the C.L.S.P. Now Hermione was one lost person.
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"Why'd you do that for?" he asked her, outraged.
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"Do what?" she asked, feigning confusion.
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"Push me into that room," he said.
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"Oh," Ginny said, walking on towards the library. "Yeah, sorry about that. I thought I heard something in there and I thought you would like to check it out."
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Draco frowned, "check what out in the storage room?"
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She shrugged and entered the library. They took a seat far off in the corner of the room and Ginny opened up her books, but what she really did was scribble nonsense since she already did her homework last night.
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Draco on the other hand though, was searching through textbooks and looking for actual information. He scribbled down a lot of things that Ginny couldn't understand and at last, she stopped trying to because it was obvious that she would not. He was a seventh year after all.
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"Why some potions are illegal," he said to her, not even looking up from his notes.
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Ginny looked at him and blinked a few times. "What?" she asked him. "I didn't say anything."
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"Didn't have to," he said, flipping through another textbook. "You keep looking over at me as if you're trying to understand what I'm trying to do. I'm just looking up why some potions are illegal."
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She nodded. "So why are they?" she asked him.
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"Because some are destructive," he said. "That and also they're not good. People use them for bad things and well, they're just not legal."
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She nodded again and looked down at her parchment of scribbles when she realized she had been writing something that she wasn't aware of. Draco's name was scribbled all over her parchment and the realization made horror flash across her face.
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Ginny crumbled the blasted thing up and threw it into a waster basket, making sure the C.L.S.P hadn't seen anything. What was happening to her?
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But the worst part came when she looked up to see Harry and the O.P.B in the doorway. Oh no, things could not get any worse. It seemed they hadn't noticed her so she grabbed Draco's arm, pushed his things into his satchel and dragged him beneath the long table.
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"What?" Draco asked her, making sure nothing would fall out of his bag. "What's going on, Se- I mean, Ginny?"
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"Nothing," she answered, pulling him along the legs that surrounded them. Luckily, the table was wide and if they stayed one behind the other, no one's knees would touch them.
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When they reached an area where they could crouch side by side, Draco came beside her and demanded an answer. "What is going on, Ginny?" he asked beneath a whisper. "First you push me into a closet when you see Granger coming and now you drag me beneath a table? What's going on that you aren't telling me?"
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"Its--" she couldn't tell him the truth. How could she admit to him that she couldn't let her brother see them together? How could she tell him that she didn't want ANYONE seeing them together?
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"It's complicated," she admitted. "I--" but Ginny stopped because Draco had been mostly in the middle and two people were beginning to sit down, two people that happened to be the O.V.P and Harry. If they sat, their knees would hit Ginny and the only way to escape was-
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Ginny backed up into the C.L.S.P's lap and Harry's knees almost brushed her face, but she turned around until she had her arms wrapped around Draco and her face against his lean chest.
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She listened to his heart beat and slowly, looked up into his eyes. He was staring at her as well, his arms wrapped around her too. "Hi," she whispered, aware that her heart was beating too fast.
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"Hey," he whispered in return, his head moving in closer to her.
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What was he doing? She half wanted him to kiss her, but she half didn't want him to because she would fall for him even more than she already has. This was not good; it was not good at all.
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Their lips were so close, so close that she could feel his mint-y breath on her lips. Why couldn't he be anyone else but a Malfoy so she could be with him without wondering what other people would say? Why couldn't she just accept him as a Malfoy so they could be together?
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Harry stood up and left, although the O.P.B stayed in his seat. Ginny turned her head away in which if Harry had still been seated, his knees would have been hit. She could not let herself do this.
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Draco swallowed and began to crawl forward, on his way out. Ginny followed him and soon they were out in the hallway, the moment under the table just a memory.
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She noticed that he wouldn't look at her and that left her distressed. "Draco, what's wrong?" she asked.
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He scoffed and looked away from her when she came to stand before him, looking up into his eyes. He kept those gray beauties of his trained on the wall opposite them and he shook his head slowly. "You care too much about what they will think," he said.
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"I'm a Malfoy and letting them see me with a Weasley would ruin my reputation," he continued on. "But I don't care about my reputation. I care that I'm with you but it seems you care too much about what your brother will think, your friends."
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"It's not true," she insisted. "I just don't want him to see us together just yet because he can't handle it yet. Draco, Ron's hated you ever since he first saw you and the sudden realization of seeing his only sister with you would destroy him. I'm just trying to buy him some time."
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"So does that mean you're going to keep me hidden in a closet throughout the whole Valentines Dance then?" he asked, a bit hurt. "Because you want to buy your brother time, you'll keep dodging under tables or pushing me into doors?"
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What was going on? She couldn't understand what her heart wanted anymore but she did understand this and it was that she wanted to go to the Valentines Dance with him.
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Ginny shook her head and placed a hand on his chest. "No," she said. "I won't do that anymore, I promise. I don't give up on a dare until it's finished and I won't give up on this one either."
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"Right," the C.L.S.P said almost sadly. "A dare, that's all it is."
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Then he walked away and Ginny felt a pain stab through her heart. He was right, it was all just a dare, nothing more.
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Chapter Eight
How to Avoid Being Seen by Your O.P.B- Ginny Weasley
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Herbology was it's usual tedious self. Professor Sprout made them groom herbs to heal something that Ginny couldn't quite recall.
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As soon as class was dismissed, she rushed out of there and bumped into Harry and Ron. Didn't they have potions down in the dungeons?
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"I thought you guys had potions down in the dungeons," she said to them, placing a delicate hand on her hips.
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Ron, the O.P.B (overprotective brother) nodded and glanced sideways at Harry. "We did until Professor Snape, that damned bastard that he is, kicked us out for the day. Seems I heard something very interesting in class today, Gin."
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Ginny bit her lower lips and looked at her shoes. "What did you hear?" she asked, beginning to scuff the ground with the toe of her shoes.
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"Nothing that's good," he said angrily. "Why are there rumors flying around that Malfoy-"
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"I can explain!" she shouted.
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"-has been bothering you?" he asked, completing ignoring what she was trying to say. "Why didn't you tell me that he has?"
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Ginny looked up at him in surprise and glanced at Harry to see if he had caught onto what she was about to confess. He hadn't although he did look a bit sick. "That's all?" Ginny asked, laughing out of relief. So Ron didn't hear anything about what was to come? Now all she had to do was go to the damned thing with Draco and make sure her brother did not see her once.
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"Of course," the O.P.B said, a bit baffled. "Why? What had you expected me to say?"
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She smiled secretly and looked away when you caught sight of none other than Draco Malfoy. What was he doing there? Didn't she tell him-Oh bloody hell-she told him to go wherever he wanted to.
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"Dammit," she cursed beneath her breath.
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"What was that?" the O.P.B asked, bending closer to hear.
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"Oh," Ginny said, refocusing her attention on him. "Er, nothing. I just said dammit, I should have come to you. Maybe if I had-er-the problem would have been solved earlier."
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Draco was getting closer but thanks to the crowd, he didn't know where they were just yet. Ginny grabbed the arms of both her brother and Harry and dragged them away in the opposite direction.
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"Where are you taking us, Gin?" Ron asked, letting her drag him behind but Harry on the other hand was getting pretty stiff.
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"Er--," she said, looking for a spot to dump them off so they wouldn't see her. "Don't you two have a class in here?" she asked, randomly opening a door and throwing them inside. "Well, wouldn't want you two to be late and cost anymore of Gryffindor's house point, so you'd best get into class early."
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She locked the door up and ran back in Draco's direction. She caught him coming out of Herbology, looking a bit baffled that she wasn't in there. When he caught sight of her, Draco smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.
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"Where do you hide your skinny self?" he asked, waiting for her to reach him. "I thought I saw you standing here and then I look away only to turn back with you gone."
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Ginny laughed nervously and looked over her shoulder in case the boys found their way out. "Er-I hadn't seen you so I walked away. I reached the end of the halls when-er-a girl told me that you were looking for me. I thought I told you that you can go wherever you'd like. You're taking me to the dance as a dare, that's all. It's not like you have to walk around with me too, I mean, that would make you look bad."
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Draco laughed and shook his head. He shifted the pile of books in his hands into the other one and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Well-" he paused and looked at something beyond Ginny's shoulder. A frowned deepened Draco's fine features and he cocked his head to the side. "Who would go into a janitor's closet?"
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Ginny turned around and realized that that was the door she had pushed Ron and Harry through. "Shit," she cursed to herself, reading the sign on the door that read 'Janitor'. "Er-probably some first year who lost their way around. Come on, thought you were going to walk me to my next class."
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She grabbed his hands and they ran right past the opening door and rounded the corner in time before the door was actually opened. Ginny continued to drag him with her and they ran until they reached the Great Hall where Draco would be dropping her off for Care of Magical Creatures.
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"Well," she said, out of breath. "We're," a breath, "here." Another breath, "Go," a breath, "to," a breath, "your" a breath, "next," a breath, "class."
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Draco frowned at her, but he only nodded since he too was out of breath.
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Ginny watched him walk away and she felt sad. If only it could really be that she could go to the Valentine's Dance with him, not as a dare, but because he really wanted her to go with him.
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She sighed and even laughed at herself. Draco Malfoy asking her, Ginny Weasley to go to the Valentine's dance with him because he wanted to be with her; that was impossible.
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It goes way beyond even the limit of a Weasley's dream because as everybody already knows: the Malfoys and the Weasleys do not get along.
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Ginny sighed and walked sullenly to her next class.
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He was out there again when class was dismissed. That Draco, he really was something. He wouldn't give up when she wouldn't go out with him and he wasn't going to give up now with walking her to class. Would it take almost a week just to get Ron to accept Draco and let him walk her to class?
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That was a question that only time would reveal and time was not something that Ginny had. If Ron found out before he could accept this, hell would turn loose and Draco will become-what's the word? Dead meat.
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He was lounging against the stone stairs that led into Hogwarts, looking extremely cunning and sexy. The C.L.S.P (The Cunning Little Sexy Prat) flashed a half grin and half smirk that twitched his lips to the left side of his face and his eyebrows went up, greeting her.
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Ginny laughed at him and he stood up, taking her hands. "Ready to go, love?" he asked.
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This was getting out of hand. He was taking her to the dance; he wasn't asking her to marry him so she could not fall for him. No, never. She could not fall for him.
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He began climbing and Ginny followed suit, but he stumbled on the slippery steps. Instead of the C.L.S.P slipping though, she fell for him and it wasn't good because she had said she would not fall for him.
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So there they were, in the cool afternoon with students inside the Great Hall having lunch, the C.L.S.P holding onto the hands of a redhead who fell for him, sitting on the ground and looking a bit embarrassed.
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"You alright?" he asked, helping her up.
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Ginny nodded, a bit flushed and went in through the double doors that led into Hogwarts. But she could not enter the Great Hall with Draco because people will see and they will talk and then Ron will hear.
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"Sorry," she apologized, pulling her hands from within his. "I have to get upstairs and put my things away. Besides, I'm not very hungry and I haven't finished my homework for Transfiguration which is next. I'm going to study in the library instead of eat lunch."
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The C.L.S.P nodded understandingly, but he took her hands in his again. "Okay," he said. "But I'll come with you since I have potions homework that I need to do research on too."
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Ginny sighed and rushed past the door that led into the Great Hall. Perhaps no one saw her.
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They were in the corridors, headed in the direction of the library when Ginny saw Hermione up ahead, looking a bit angry. She couldn't let Hermione see them together because Hermione and Harry were friends and if Harry knows, he would definitely tell Ron.
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"Oh shit," she said. Ginny opened another random door to the side and shoved Draco in before she locked it. She leaned against it and smiled at Hermione who hadn't noticed her yet.
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"Hi, Hermione," she said sweetly, hoping the C.L.S.P wouldn't start shouting for help soon. "What's wrong?"
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Hermione looked up startled and looked at Ginny, but it seemed to take time before she registered it in that it was Ginny.
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"Oh, just Ginny," she said more to herself then to Ginny.
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Just Ginny, right. She was Just Ginny.
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"You heading down to lunch?" she asked her friend, never taking her weight off of the closed door.
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The older girl nodded and continued down the hall. Ginny shook her head and opened the door for the C.L.S.P. Now Hermione was one lost person.
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"Why'd you do that for?" he asked her, outraged.
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"Do what?" she asked, feigning confusion.
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"Push me into that room," he said.
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"Oh," Ginny said, walking on towards the library. "Yeah, sorry about that. I thought I heard something in there and I thought you would like to check it out."
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Draco frowned, "check what out in the storage room?"
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She shrugged and entered the library. They took a seat far off in the corner of the room and Ginny opened up her books, but what she really did was scribble nonsense since she already did her homework last night.
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Draco on the other hand though, was searching through textbooks and looking for actual information. He scribbled down a lot of things that Ginny couldn't understand and at last, she stopped trying to because it was obvious that she would not. He was a seventh year after all.
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"Why some potions are illegal," he said to her, not even looking up from his notes.
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Ginny looked at him and blinked a few times. "What?" she asked him. "I didn't say anything."
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"Didn't have to," he said, flipping through another textbook. "You keep looking over at me as if you're trying to understand what I'm trying to do. I'm just looking up why some potions are illegal."
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She nodded. "So why are they?" she asked him.
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"Because some are destructive," he said. "That and also they're not good. People use them for bad things and well, they're just not legal."
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She nodded again and looked down at her parchment of scribbles when she realized she had been writing something that she wasn't aware of. Draco's name was scribbled all over her parchment and the realization made horror flash across her face.
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Ginny crumbled the blasted thing up and threw it into a waster basket, making sure the C.L.S.P hadn't seen anything. What was happening to her?
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But the worst part came when she looked up to see Harry and the O.P.B in the doorway. Oh no, things could not get any worse. It seemed they hadn't noticed her so she grabbed Draco's arm, pushed his things into his satchel and dragged him beneath the long table.
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"What?" Draco asked her, making sure nothing would fall out of his bag. "What's going on, Se- I mean, Ginny?"
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"Nothing," she answered, pulling him along the legs that surrounded them. Luckily, the table was wide and if they stayed one behind the other, no one's knees would touch them.
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When they reached an area where they could crouch side by side, Draco came beside her and demanded an answer. "What is going on, Ginny?" he asked beneath a whisper. "First you push me into a closet when you see Granger coming and now you drag me beneath a table? What's going on that you aren't telling me?"
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"Its--" she couldn't tell him the truth. How could she admit to him that she couldn't let her brother see them together? How could she tell him that she didn't want ANYONE seeing them together?
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"It's complicated," she admitted. "I--" but Ginny stopped because Draco had been mostly in the middle and two people were beginning to sit down, two people that happened to be the O.V.P and Harry. If they sat, their knees would hit Ginny and the only way to escape was-
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Ginny backed up into the C.L.S.P's lap and Harry's knees almost brushed her face, but she turned around until she had her arms wrapped around Draco and her face against his lean chest.
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She listened to his heart beat and slowly, looked up into his eyes. He was staring at her as well, his arms wrapped around her too. "Hi," she whispered, aware that her heart was beating too fast.
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"Hey," he whispered in return, his head moving in closer to her.
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What was he doing? She half wanted him to kiss her, but she half didn't want him to because she would fall for him even more than she already has. This was not good; it was not good at all.
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Their lips were so close, so close that she could feel his mint-y breath on her lips. Why couldn't he be anyone else but a Malfoy so she could be with him without wondering what other people would say? Why couldn't she just accept him as a Malfoy so they could be together?
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Harry stood up and left, although the O.P.B stayed in his seat. Ginny turned her head away in which if Harry had still been seated, his knees would have been hit. She could not let herself do this.
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Draco swallowed and began to crawl forward, on his way out. Ginny followed him and soon they were out in the hallway, the moment under the table just a memory.
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She noticed that he wouldn't look at her and that left her distressed. "Draco, what's wrong?" she asked.
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He scoffed and looked away from her when she came to stand before him, looking up into his eyes. He kept those gray beauties of his trained on the wall opposite them and he shook his head slowly. "You care too much about what they will think," he said.
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"I'm a Malfoy and letting them see me with a Weasley would ruin my reputation," he continued on. "But I don't care about my reputation. I care that I'm with you but it seems you care too much about what your brother will think, your friends."
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"It's not true," she insisted. "I just don't want him to see us together just yet because he can't handle it yet. Draco, Ron's hated you ever since he first saw you and the sudden realization of seeing his only sister with you would destroy him. I'm just trying to buy him some time."
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"So does that mean you're going to keep me hidden in a closet throughout the whole Valentines Dance then?" he asked, a bit hurt. "Because you want to buy your brother time, you'll keep dodging under tables or pushing me into doors?"
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What was going on? She couldn't understand what her heart wanted anymore but she did understand this and it was that she wanted to go to the Valentines Dance with him.
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Ginny shook her head and placed a hand on his chest. "No," she said. "I won't do that anymore, I promise. I don't give up on a dare until it's finished and I won't give up on this one either."
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"Right," the C.L.S.P said almost sadly. "A dare, that's all it is."
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Then he walked away and Ginny felt a pain stab through her heart. He was right, it was all just a dare, nothing more.