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"M-M-Malfoy?" Trevor, the usually brave griffindor, faintly let out.
"If this is about Weaslette, you had better start running your fat arse to go get her, I am not covering her stupid rounds tonight, for the third time." Malfoy almost yelled and added more tranquilly "Nor will I get another prefect to pick up her slack, again".
"Umm, well you see, it's, umm well, it's like this, I umm, well I don't exactly know where she is." It started out nice and strong but somehow Trevor's voice hopped about an octave or two by 'where she is'.
"Well bloody find her!" Draco was always easy to temper. Looking at that worthless griffindor, Draco changed his mind. He would find her and then he would fix her little inattentiveness problem himself, "Never mind, you twit, I'll find her, start your bloody rounds, dim-witt".
With that Malfoy left the surprised (because no bump or scratch, not even a verbal thrashing) boy. Draco went to find someone so they could start Ginny's rounds until he found the little prat of a girl.
Walking into the slytherin commons room, he bellowed at the first prefect he saw to come over to him.
"Jake, tonight you have rounds, until I come get you, alright?" Malfoy wasn't really asking, that's why he didn't wait for an answer and started towards the door, yelling over his shoulder where Jake was to watch "Third floor corridor."
'Alright where is she' Draco thought 2 hours later, trying to think of somewhere he hasn't been, 'kitchen, no, library, no, great hall, no, Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom, no..." and the list went on.
'Where the hell can she bloody be?' he thought an hour later, punching the wall. That's when it hit him, 'that place, they had that secret meeting at, in 5th year, wait why the hell would she want to chill in a huge want-to-be DADA room? Oh-well, I'm blood looking anyways."
Standing outside the door Draco smiled because he could see a light coming from under the doorway, slightly opening the entry, he peeked in.
Curly red hair, pulled into a high ponytail was the first thing he saw. The Weasley trademark, that and their poverty, which is what he noticed next.
Well, really lack of. Granted he was looking at her from the back, he could still tell it was fine clothes. Rich, most certainly magical, and quite risqué, are three, prefect words to depict it.
She was floating off the ground by at least four feet. Carefully he crept towards her. Wondering why she was meditating, because the normal teen witch didn't.
Looking at her in that rather appealing outfit he had to adjust his pants that seemed to be getting tighter. That's when he noticed to room. It was completely different then it had been.
It was two years ago, but Draco's memory wasn't that bad, he was pretty sure it was a lot larger then this tiny 8 by 8 room.
'Hogwarts,' Draco thought, rolling his eyes 'always messing with your head.'
He looked back at the gorgeous, floating redhead, and began to walk around her. He decided to wait castigating her about being irresponsible, until she was done meditating.
He stopped in front of her to look at her and almost tripped on something. Confused he looked down.
'A bottle? What the hell?' He bent down to pick it up. Looking at it, recognition came over his face and all thought s of what he came to find her in the first place flew out the window.
'Weaslette is a genie!'
"Weasley?" Draco spat.
Ginny's eyes snapped open and she dropped to the floor with an echoing thud.
"OWW! You jerk!" Ginny yelled rubbing her, now Draco supposed, aching bottom.
Looking up she gave him a dirt look that quickly turned into panic, as she saw him and her bottle.
"Does this mean I get three wishes?" Draco said, not bothering to stop the smirk forming.
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