Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fanfiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. Work's been busy. I hope to have the last chapter up within the next two days.
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Ginny Weasley huffed as she stepped into one of the last carriages to Hogsmeade followed by Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.
Blaise had to admit it, Draco had stones. Upon entering the carriage he sat down right beside Ginny Weasley and reached for her hand.
"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped as she yanked her hand away from his.
"Need I remind you we are on a date Weasley? Besides you don't have any gloves, and it's freezing," he said making another unsuccessful bid to hold her hands. "Your family probably can only afford one pair and you take turns sharing it."
"Do you normally insult your dates Malfoy?" she said annoyed. "Besides I'm fine. I wouldn't want to contaminate you with any Weasley germs."
"You can contaminate me anytime you want," he smirked.
"Bloody hell would you just stop," she snapped. "You have been making off the cuff comments about me since the first time I met you before Hogwarts!"
"What the hell do you expect standing there like some stupid doll in the book store just glazing at Potter as if he's some bloody god!"
"I was eleven damn it, and I'm surprised you even remember it."
"You'd be damned well surprised the things I remember Weasley."
"Well I'm sure my first name isn't among them Draco," she said sarcastically.
"It bloody well is Ginevra," he snapped.
Ginny's eyes widened before she recovered. Blaise watched as they narrowed into slits. "How do you know that?"
"I bet even your precious Potter doesn't even pay attention enough to know that."
"How?"
"Your homely mother yelled it out second year as the train was leaving. 'Oh my Ginevra's all grown up. My babies!' Bloody hell you'd think it was the end of the world."
Blaise raised an eyebrow. Draco was known for his memory, but the fact that he seemed to remember in vivid detail little things about Ginny Weasley made the other Slytherin think. What was it that Lovegood had said about someone making innuendoes? According to Ginny, Draco had been doing it for about six years now to her. Did that mean he really meant in some way what he was implying?
"My mother is not homely," she hissed.
"I'm not saying that it's her fault. Hell after popping out as many babies I'm surprised she's not bigger. Though having children does make a woman's body have more curves. If you ever need assistance making those womanly curves I'd be of service."
Draco snatched Ginny's hand before it made contact with his cheek. Quickly intertwining his fingers with her's, Draco tightened his grip on her hand.
"Thank you for rising to the bait Ginevra," said Draco smugly as he pulled their hands inside his cloak for warmth.
"Let go of my hand, you wanker," she hissed in a deadly voice.
"No Ginevra."
"Stop calling me that," she said tugging at her hand.
"No I will not. You are going to Hogsmeade with me as a date. You will have a good time and enjoy yourself with me."
"Go to hell," Ginny snarled reaching for her wand with her left hand.
Draco quickly saw what she was doing and yanked it from her with his right hand.
"That wasn't very nice Ginevra," he teased. "What were you hoping to accomplish? Your right hand is your wand hand and I have that nice and COSY under my cloak. Imagine what your brothers would think your hand being under my cloak?"
"They'd probably be thinking 'kill the ferret' and I'd have to agree."
Draco ignored the comment. "So why did you want to go Hogsmeade so badly today?"
"If you must know I'm meeting someone," she said coldly as she turned to look out the window. This proved a little difficult considering the grip Draco still had on her hand.
Blaise watched as Draco's eyes darkened to match the snow clouds in the sky and they narrowed. He was jealous, Blaise thought to himself.
"And who might that be?" Draco snarled. "Your precious Potter?"
Ginny just turned around and grinned at him. It was almost as if she was happy to get a rise out of him, Blaise thought. Smiling evilly, the Gryffindor turned her attention to Blaise.
"Oh I have a message for you from Luna, Blaise," she said ignoring the death glare Draco was sending her.
"What does Lovegood want now?" Blaise asked as dread settled in his stomach.
Ginny smiled slyly before replying, "She just told me to tell you that 'Bonanza' was an adequate description and she likes the logo on today's pants choice though yesterday's of none was nice too."
Blaise faltered a bit. "Yes well er . . . Lovegood and I need to have a long conversation about her knowledge of my undergarments and that imaginary friend of hers."
"I wasn't aware Lovegood knew you so intimately Blaise," Draco drawled.
"Yes, well knowledge is what Ravenclaws are known for is it not?" Blaise said awkwardly. "Oh look we're here."
The streets of Hogsmeade was full of students and residents laughing and going into the various stores and shops along the main alley.
Begrudgingly, Ginny let Draco help her off the carriage – mostly because he still had a death grip on her hand. Blaise followed them as Draco led her down the various streets in the village.
"Where are we going?" she asked. "I want to go into the Three Broomsticks and get a butterbeer."
"I do not go into that dingy pub," shot Draco. "That is for the lesser of society."
"Well I'm cold and hungry and that's a good place. I don't care what you think!"
"I know you don't," snapped Draco. "But as seeing I've got both you wand and right hand I don't think you have any choice in the matter."
"I could scream bloody murder."
"You could, but do you really want to bring to everyone's attention that you're here with me?"
"Where are you taking me then?"
"To warm you up," Draco said smugly as he raised an eyebrow to her.
"If you think for one minute –"
"Here we are," he announced as he opened the door to Boggs Boutique.
Inside the shop were various clothing items and materials that cost more than most wizards make in a year.
"Mr. Malfoy, pleasure to see you again," said the elderly man behind the counter. What hair he had left was brown with tinges of gray intermixed. A measuring tape was hanging from his neck.
"Hello Mr. Boggs," Draco greeted. "I was wondering if you had any gloves this afternoon."
"Surely."
"Good," Draco said extracting his and Ginny's hands and presenting Ginny's hand to the older man's. "They need to fit these fingers perfectly much like a ring."
"Of course," Mr. Boggs said before disappearing behind the counter.
"I don't need your charity Malfoy," Ginny hissed at him under her breath. "I told you I'm fine."
"If you don't let me get you these gloves I will keep hold of you hand Ginevra," Malfoy warned.
"Fine, but I'm giving them away to the first person I see on the street do you hear me?"
"Mr. Boggs," Draco called out. "Do be sure to put a return charm on them in case she ever loses them. Oh and if you have the gloves in Slytherin green that would be appreciated."
"Bastard," she hissed.
A few minutes later, the trio left the shop. On Ginny's hands, reluctantly were a new pair of green gloves. Charmed for warmth as well as to return to her if she should lose them.
"Don't I get a thank you Ginevra?"
"Go to hell Draco. I didn't ask for these."
"That's not very lady-like."
"Well as you usually point out I'm a Weasley not a lady. Can we go get something to eat now?"
"I'm not going into that pub."
"I suppose you want to go into the Hogshead then?"
Draco's eyebrows shot up. "That's quite a dodgy place for an innocent little Gryff. I'm impressed."
"I don't give a damn," she snapped. "Let's just go into the owl post office. I'm meeting someone there anyway in a bit."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Fine."
Ten minutes later, the group found themselves at the owl post. The place was busy as usual, but there were still many owls sitting on perches waiting to be used.
Ginny walked around the post looking at all the various owls. Every once and a while she would stop to talk to one of them and stroke it's feathers before offering it a snack from her pocket.
As this was going on, Draco walked over to Blaise who was leaning against one of the counters.
"Who does she think she is?" Draco snapped his jealousy showing. "I bring her out on a date and she fixes it so she's having some sort of rendezvous with Potter."
"She didn't know she'd have to come here as your date you know."
"I have half a mind to –" Draco stopped in midsentence as a wicked grin crossed his face. "I'll use that curse Weasley cast on me. Can you imagine Potter's face when he comes in here and she says all those things insinuating things about me and her?"
"Draco, I really don't think this is a good idea."
"It's perfect," Draco snapped. "She'll be under the innuendo curse and will be saying things about me and her while Potter just watches."
"You don't know it's Potter she's meeting."
"Who else would it be?"
Blaise watched as Draco walked up to Ginny and placed his wand so it pointed at her back. He then leaned over and whispered in her ear. Blaise saw her turn to yell at Draco at the same silver sparks left Draco's wand.
Ginny's eyes glazed over and Draco turned toward Blaise to gloat that it had been successful. In doing so, he missed the spark come back into Ginny's eyes and a sinister smirk grace her face. When Draco turned back, Ginny's expression turned back to slightly glazed.
"Good Merlin, she's not affected by the curse," Blaise whispered as he wondered just what Ginny Weasley was going to do to Draco for trying to pull something like that.
He didn't have to wait long as the door chime tolled. Blaise shook his head as he watched three red-heads enter. She really wasn't meeting Potter, but her twins and the brother with the dragon.