Every Rose Has Thorns -Michelle Colli
Desclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter, no do I own the basicidea, but I do own the idea of this story.
Chapter Two – Rather Stupid
Ginny let go of Draco as though he was made of high voltage electricity. Giving him a look of pure revolt she spat at him.
"Malfoy, you're fucking sick." Ginny shuddered at the thought of giving Draco sexual pleasure.
She watched that smirk appear on his lips and she wanted to vomit.
"Now, looky here, Little Weasel has a potty mouth." Ginny glared at him once more.
"Shut the fuck up Draco." She was completely oblivious to her now found name for this blonde Slytherin, "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go have a shower and rid my body of anything Slytherin."
Draco stood, amused by this raging redhead in front of him.
"I guess it's true what they say about redheads." He thought to himself as she continued to fume.
"Swearing?" He almost laughed; he never heard Ginny talk much less swear.
"Now, looky here, Little Weasel has a potty mouth." Draco watched the cinnamon eyes turn to slits as they glared at him.
He chuckled to himself as she turned to storm away from him. He waved his slightly with his hand in a gun figure.
"You do that Red." Draco turned and headed down to the dungeons and thought about his last encounter until he stopped in his tracks.
"Wait, she called me Draco." He said to himself.
Ginny was still fuming by the time she got to the Gryffindor Tower.
"He made me look like a fool. Again!" she sighed as she fell on to her bed and decided not to think about that.
Looking down at her prefects badge Ginny smiled.
"At least I can have a nice, long, relaxing bath." She smiled at the thought.
Getting up she grabbed her shower things and left for the prefects' bathroom. Once there she said the password.
"Periwinkle," Ginny grinned as the portrait moved out of the way for her.
She sighed as she stepped into the tiled room. She started the bath and decided to go with peppermint bubbles. Ridding herself of her clothing she put her hair up in a messy bun and stepped into the bathtub and let it fill around her. The sweet smell of peppermint calmed her senses. This had to be Ginny's second favorite places; her first was the astronomy tower.
While sitting in the bath she thought about this year. Her other prefects were Colin, Some Ravenclaw fellow, Hanna Abbot, and Pansy. Her nose wrinkled at this. Hermione, of course, was Head Girl and who was Head Boy again? Of course, how could she forget? That damned Draco Malfoy.
Ginny sighed and decided not to think about it. Instead she lost herself in the wonderful bath temping her to fall into a soothing sleep.
Draco was in the common room now. It was empty and he was thinking about non other than that fiery tempered hellcat, Ginny Weasley. He was thinking about how his name rolled with hatred off her tongue. He liked it. It was a change for him, normally when someone said his first name his was said by way too many suck ups or by people that were bitter towards him, but never with pure hatred. For some weird reason it amused and intrigued him. Just watching her get so worked up over practically nothing brought him a sense of enjoyment. He laughed, his voice echoing off of the empty common room walls.
"I should make it a daily routine. To see just how far I can push her." He smirked as he got up and left the common room to go to his new Head Boy's room. He whispered his password because he knew that one could not be too careful from prying spies.
Once inside he looked over his room and smirked. His floor and walls were made of stone, as were the rest of the dungeons, his had a queen sized bed that had black drapes around it and green and silver sheets, there was a black dresser with silver handles, a full body mirror in a corner of the room, a desk, a fire place which kept his room nice and warm and another room which was his bathroom. All in all the room was pretty plain, but that's exactly how he liked it.
Walking over to his bed he realized that his sheets had a slight warming spell placed on them. Sitting on his bed he pulled out a small black book that had silver writing on it which said "Draco Malfoy". He picked up a near by expensive quill; his quick notes quill. He had charmed his quill to write everything he said and not just notes on it. He began to speak out his thoughts for the first day and instantly his quill began to scribble inside of the journal.
Ginny woke with a start. A mermaid on the portrait above the bathroom was screeching at Ginny because she had been 'ignoring' what the Mermaid had been saying.
"Oh shut up you, or else I'll burn your picture and laugh while doing it." The mermaid made a huffing sound and disappeared from the portrait.
Ginny sighed and looked around her, the bubbles were nearly gone.
"I wonder what time it is." She thought to herself and she pulled the plug and got out of the bath.
Making her way other to her clothing she picked up her wizarding watch and it read, "You're past curfew missy, be glad you're a prefect."
"Shit, it's not my day to patrol the halls." She said to herself once more and threw a towel around her body, picked up her clothing and headed out of the bath as fast as she could.
(A/N: Just say that they got all their information on thier patrol nights a stuff from their letter nods)
Ginny was so close to the Gryffindor Tower; just up one more set of stairs. But then she bumped into someone for the second time today. She nearly screamed as she fell onto the floor clutching onto her towel not wanting it to expose her to anyone. Then it came. That familiar drawl.
"Why Little Weasel, I know you're a prefect and all, but isn't it against the rules to be out after curfew if it isn't your patrol night?" She heard the disgusting slytherin chuckle, "And what's this? Nearly naked? That's another rule broken for the littlest Weasley."
"50 points will have to be taken from Gryffindor. Oh my, guess that means you're in the negatives now aren't you?" Draco laughed as the girl gathered herself up off of the floor. He couldn't help but notice that she had great legs.
The redheaded vixen looked at Draco as though she would love to murder him right there and then.
"Shut the fuck up and leave me alone Malfoy, I'm going to bed." With that she turned away from him.
Draco smirked.
"That should count as 60 points taken for bad mouthing the Head Boy, and another 60 for bad mouthing me earlier today." He was shocked at the next thing that came out of her mouth. Malfoys are never 'shocked'.
"Do what ever you want, Malfoy, I don't give a flying fuck about it at the moment." With that she left him there standing, watching her hips sway as she walked away from him.
Ginny grumbled as she made her way to the tower. Everything was going great until that git Malfoy kept stepping into her path causing her to bump into him.
"Damn him, it's all his fault that I'm in such a foul mood."
"All's whose fault?" Ginny's head turned to the direction of the voice.