"Malfoy, would you snap out of it already!!"
"W-What?" Draco blinked blankly. Then, he narrowed his eyes to Ginny. He wasn't fine tugged down to earth rather roughly. Did she really have to do that? He was thinking about her, bugger!
Draco turned to Ginny, raising one eyebrow, enquiring the incongruous timing to bother him.
"You are not paying attention, Malfoy!! This is important!! And you obviously thought-- is some far faraway kingdom's princess is still devoted to you-- less insignificant than this. Well, news flash, they aren't such things as fairies!!" Ginny screamed. She was furious, he could very well see that. But, furious because of what?
Faraway kingdom's princess was it?
"You think so highly of yourself, Weasley. I suggest you to not let your hopes up", he stopped himself at her confused "Huh?"
What was he thinking? YOU WERE TELLING HER YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT HER, YOU MORON!!
She waved it away at his silence. "Whatever you were thinking about, spare me from it. I've got other things to attend to". Ginny turned away. Facing McGonagall, who was sitting very comfortably behind her stone desk, with her glasses at the brink of her nose, watching the both of them argue like wedded couple. When Draco, finally, looked at her, she raised one eyebrow and smirked idly. Draco childishly stuck his chin up. Whatever lapses he did, he was STILL a Malfoy. Even though, Malfoys aren't used to lapses.
McGonagall cleared her throat to suppress the overwhelming urge to grin silly. "As I was saying", Ginny looked to Draco and glared accusingly. "One way to smash Mr. Weasley's resistance is to, well, replay that engendered his block". She said this cheerfully and looked up to her students and watched their face as it sinks in.
Caused the block? That means--. "I'm sorry?" Ginny croaked out. "B-But the block--is--is, you know, the--the thing in Potions Room".
'The thing in Potions Room', means only one; The Snog. Draco wasn't sure whether he should be ecstatic or disgusted. He had done a lot of thinking about this, hadn't he? He did, and it had been restless and got even more confused each time he tried to bore to the bottom of it. What was he thinking; kissing a Weasley like that? He pondered for the umpteenth time. He tried to convince himself it was just the moment. Or it was just mere trifle attraction. Both were the most seemed likely. But he didn't feel right acknowledging either of it. He felt there was something more to it, something unexplainable, something undeniable. And right now, Draco was SO confused, he refused to ponder on it any longer, and decided to 'just go with the flow'.
But 'going with the flow', wasn't the problem right now. He could very well 'go with the flow'. Hell! HE always the one who sets the flow. The problem was—Ginny. That was it. Ginny. He was afraid—not-so – that he could not control himself around her, and probably would do something very much idiotic. He was erogenous even by the most innocent gestures; like when she flipped her hair back, made him thought about the last time he ran his hand through it; or when she spread her legs slightly when she wanted to get comfortable sitting, he thought about how those long legs that gripped his hips when he—
He really should cease thinking about this. It was maddening. He refused to lose sanity by mere naughty, torturous, delicious, infatuating and addicting thoughts about her. He swore on his grandfather's stoned-tomb; he would never lose it. But here, he could feel that it was almost out of his grasp. Maybe the tomb didn't count as holy. But who cares if he was a half-vampire?
Bringing his attention back to present matters, he listened to Ginny enquiring how would they carry this out.
McGonagall straightened her glasses and shook her head. "I need BOTH of your assent to do this, Miss Weasley. I'm not sure—", she looked to Draco questioningly. "—if Mr. Malfoy would—".
"I'm fine with it", Draco cut in. Ginny looked at him, stunned. He turned to her and sustained the urge to roll his eyes. "What? You didn't really think you could just go kiss YOURSELF to smash Weasley's block, did you?"
"No. It's just—I –Well, I didn't expect you to do this. But, yes, you're apart of this, so—," she spoke hurriedly. He just raised his eyebrows and turned to McGonagall. "So, now you have both of our agreement to do this. Tell me—us your plan".
McGonagall let her elbows on the table, as she leaned forward. She cleared her throat again and fell silent for a while, thinking. Then, she said, "First, the main point of the whole thing is to make sure that Mr. Weasley gets angry when he sees you", she stopped. "He was angry when the block was built, so you have to make him angry, exactly enraged as that day or beyond that, it doesn't matter. This is necessary beca—".
"Wait", Ginny cut in, and McGonagall eyed her questioningly. "If this is just about getting him angry, why can't we use other ways? I mean— there's a LOT of thing we could do to make Ron angry. Malfoy here is one, in fact".
"Do you really believe I hadn't thought about something as simple as that, Miss Weasley?" McGonagall replied, nigh to hissing. "To smash the block, it requires the same exact intensity or more," she paused for a few seconds. "And I am sure that there is no other could cause that as much as what you both did".
"Why, I'm flattered. Don't you, Weasley?" Draco commented. Ginny narrowed her eyes dangerously.
Ginny looked away from him and took a DEEP breath. Draco stirred a bit. "I'm sorry for interrupting, Professor. Please continue".
"Of course I will, Miss Weasley", McGonagall gave a grim smile. "So, in order to make Mr. Weasley EXACTLY raged as he was, we—YOU have to… well you know what you're supposed to do", she paused at this and Draco thought about what would other teachers would say if they know the Deputy Headmistress was—encouraging, or rather ordering a pair of students to snog.
Then, she continued. "I will set a room", Draco raised one eyebrow. "For you both to… start, and I will make sure that Mr. Weasley would… er… accidentally catch you both doing… you know". She nodded inquiringly. They nodded back; gesturing that they understood. "I will be near—er—around to watch for Mr. Weasley".
"Watch him? For what?" Ginny asked.
"Well, I'm not sure how it will turn out. But, if this successes, and Mr. Weasley will return to his old self, I'm sure that he will attack Mr. Malfoy, yes?"
"Right", Ginny nodded an agreement.
And that was how Draco found himself hurrying down the hallway towards the secluded area near the astronomy tower.
Damn! It was cold and he wasn't wearing any robes. He looked down at a piece of paper —contained instructions to get to the meeting room— he had been holding and made sure he had turned at the right left. As he reached the room, on the wall he saw a piece of dark wood very similar color to the background, next to the door. You won't notice it by chances. He put his fingertips on the wood. "The White Ferret". He hissed quietly. Bloody password. That was Ginny's doing; insisting a password so that no one else could enter the room, well she got her medicine back; The Scarlet Weasel.
A soft click signaled the door was opened. He went inside quietly, not before looking around to make sure no one was following him, and stepped inside into the —Potions Room? He looked around, the room was EXACTLY as the Potions Room at that day; the smoky cauldron on the first table, the scattered ingredients on the second, his —ROBE?— on the chair at its rear, everything was to the exact detail, the only difference was Ginny fussing with her hair, holding a hand mirror in front of the cauldron.
"Bloody hair. Why—" She saw him entered the room by the reflection, and the mirror disappeared. She inhaled softly before turning around, already red-faced. "Malfoy" She nodded and pointedly looking everywhere BUT him.
"Weasley", he gave her an acknowledgement nod. "What's with all the fuss? Not for me?" He displayed a wry smile.
"You'd wish", but if you'd listened to her, you would think it WAS for him.
"You'd wish that I do", when she blushed redder, if that even possible, told him he had hit the mark squarely. Not bad shooting blindfolded. "Really, Weasley, I come here for one purpose. And that includes snogging you. Of course you have to look good for me, right? Wouldn't want me to feel like kissing a dead tree"
"A dead tree, Malfoy—you conceited git?". She spoke through gritted her teeth. "I'm sure you didn't felt that way last time"
What was with her bringing THAT up?
He was about to say something back at her when the door opened and McGonagall was standing at the doorway.
She saw them and pushed the door back slightly, leaving it ajar. "Mr. Weasley is just around the corner. Well?", she barked. "Quit flirting and start… er… right now!" she scolded mildly. She hurried to the shadows at the back of the room.
Draco turned to Ginny and smirked. They're REALLY going to do this. Draco felt some kind of relief; having to kiss Ginny wasn't a ridiculous thing for the moment. At least, with this he thought he could settle a few puzzle in his head. Some part of him was looking forward to this. That part of him believed that if they try at it again, maybe he could be sure what he was feeling.
Affection? Lust? Love?
On second thought, cross out the love. Even thinking of the word made him nausea. Love is for the Gryffindors gaffe or the fluffy Hufflepuffs. It is not for Slytherins.
But another part of him, the part which before this he thought was sane and right, didn't look forward to any of this, didn't approve to any of this. That same part argued that nobody cares what he was feeling. Nobody cares if he was confused. He is a Malfoy. Petty matters don't appeal to him.
And this part of him did NOT give a good argument.
Lord, he was still bloody confused.
As he moved closer to Ginny, he saw that she was nervous and hesitant. She was biting her lips and tugging her vest. For all it's worth, he wouldn't let her back out of this.
"Having second thoughts, Weasley?" That would do the trick. He added, "I thought so".
Ginny stopped tugging her vest and moved closer to him, chins up and eyes flashing. She looked… decided. "Just finding the EXACT spot"
Draco looked around at first checking for petty details of the moment and dipped his head just slightly. But their lips met. All of the never-happened unsure moments in Draco's life, this was the epitome. He gently kissed her, at first. Then, the heat of the moment got higher and he couldn't stop himself from deepening the kiss.
The rush in his head was mind boggling. He pulled Ginny closer for both support and want. And Ginny wasn't complaining at all, well, with her tongue busy, she couldn't flap it much. Not that he wanted her to. Draco felt Ginny tried to turn them around, and on cue he swung around and bent her on the table, ravishing her mouth completely.
He could feel her hands —tingles— everywhere. At least, her hands were not tugging his clothes this time. His right hand was above her head supporting his weight. The hand in her hair went lower, caressing her neck, lower, to her shoulder, lower, to her bust, lower, to her stomach. He stilled his hand by gripping her arse cheek. Not wanting to start anything but just focusing the task at hand.
When she came up for air Draco greeted her neck lovingly. She grabbed his head and fought for air. Her chest was pressed to his every time she took a deep breath. Draco's hand was gripping her so hard he thought it could very well leave marks. His hand was fighting for its own mind to go elsewhere. And when Ginny called Draco softly, he captured her mouth again.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Draco rested his head on her chest, heaving gulps of air. Draco couldn't believe how engrossed they were with each other, that they barely hear the exhaled "Oh!" by possibly McGonagall, or the loud creak of the door heralding Ron's arrival. By the time everything fell back together, Ron's was already sitting on the chair, where Draco's—ROBE?—was lying, and McGonagall was frowning at him.
Draco stood up from the bent position, smoothing his clothes and hair, ready for whatever ensues. But nothing did. Ron only sat there, staring at the wall as if trying to bore a hole through it. Ginny stood also, smoothed her feature and looked at Ron uncertainly.
"Um… Ron?" she called out when Ron made absolutely no sign to move, much less gets angry. Draco thought he would never live the day, where he hopes for Ronald Weasley to run amok. Ron looked at Ginny and stare. She shifted visibly.
"Mr. Weasley?" McGonagall stepped out from the shadows. And as she hurried to Ron's side, he stood up so drastically that everyone froze. But Ron didn't look angry. He looked cold but not with fury. He was still somewhat distant.
And something was… missing.
"Professor?" McGonagall was in the middle of her tracks. Ron was still staring at Ginny. Bloody hell, he was stiff and cold, but not angry. This can't be good, whatever it is. "Professor? Would you do something? He's--he's... Do something!"
"Could you just wait, Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall hissed back. Wait? She wants me to wait?
"Ron? Are you...um… okay?" Ginny asked. She took a ginger step towards Ron.
And she was replied with just one word. "Ginny". Without any emotion at all.
Ginny. That's it? Draco didn't know what to think. There something still missing. The anger. Ron's not angry. What's going on?
But others reaction at that was different. Ginny jumped and hugged her brother. "Oh Ron! You're talking again! Thank God! I was so worried, Ron!"
McGonagall looked grim and unhappy. She looked at Draco with concerned eyes and made a gesture with her hand for him to step back a little. And he obliged.
"Miss Weasley!" She called but Ginny seemed not to hear. "Miss Weasley!!" A little louder. "Miss Weasley!!!"
Ginny let go of her brother and looked at McGonagall. "What?" She asked with obvious irritation in her voice.
"That was not suppose to happen. Please step aside, Miss Weasley"
"What? What wasn't suppose to happen?"
"Mr. Weasley didn't… react"
That was it. He did not react. Draco couldn't believe how disconcerted he was. Ron bloody Weasley didn't react and it bloody scared him. Foolish.
Obviously, McGonagall expected more than "Ginny" as the reaction. Yeah, when Ron'd started beating Draco up, THAT would be the accurate reaction expected.
So if it wasn't right, that means… Bloody hell!
"Didn't react? What do you mean didn't react? He spoke, didn't he? He said Ginny!" Ginny turned to Draco. "Malfoy, you heard him. He said Ginny!"
"He said your name, alright. But that wasn't suppose to be the reaction, Weasley." Draco took a step closer at them. "He was suppose to start shouting or chase me all the way around Hogwarts ground to Hogsmeade"
Ginny looked at him like he had two brains and didn't know what to tell, so told nonsense.
"That can NOT really be it! I mean—he spoke!" She was really telling that to herself rather to him.
"I believe Mr. Malfoy is correct. I'm afraid all of that just now, didn't work." She sighed took a step closer to Ron "Miss Weasley, lease step aside. Poliviar Astroctu!"
It took a while for the mist to gust. But this time it was yellow, instead of red.
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A/N- There's chapter 5. Guys, please review! I'm so desperate of it! Just tell me if I sucked or did at least an acceptable job. I really really need feedbacks. Please!