Things I'll Never Say

By Duck Goddess

Disclaimer: Don't own anything mentioned here except Leah and the plot.

basketball15 – Oh yeah, I thought I wasn't going to update till Wednesday but I didn't stay after school so I had time to update. Woohoo! Um, how the hell does it remind you of English? I mean, Ginny going to meet Draco doesn't really remind me of spelling tests and all that crap.

azimataiji – we all what? LOL I'm always getting so confused lately.

blackdragonhk – Yay! You reviewed! So happy now! –fangirl squeals-Thank you! Remember to review next time I update. Damn slitty-eye thing…

eatingmania – Thanks! LOL you said "nice" twice…hey that rhymes!

kate – Yes. Snape is on crack. He's in love as well.

Chapter Six

Draco stalked past the notice board in the Common Room when he spotted a Valentines Day notice. He read:

Dear students,

Professor Snape has surprisingly suggested a Valentines Day Delivery. Do not worry, I will find a way to bring back the damn slimeball, although he is looking very sexy right now. Just like good old Gilderoy Lockhart. Oops, getting a little off-topic here. I'm scarred for life, Draco thought.

Anyways, the Valentines Day Delivery will take place on the morning of Valentines Day and you can send the following for the following price:

1 galleon for a rose

3 galleons for a box of Honeydukes' best chocolates

12 galleons for a bouquet of roses

If you would like to send your lover something, please take a form here and drop it off in the box in my office. I promise I won't peek! 

Professor M. McGonagoll

Draco looked at the notice in wonder. Since when did McGonagoll fancy Snape? Okay, roses or chocolate? Suddenly, a very high-pitched, squeaky voice interrupted his decision-making.

"Drakey!" Pansy Parkinson called, sauntering up to him in a very pink outfit that was very revealing. Draco wouldn't call her miniskirt a skirt; it was more like a belt.

"Drakey, you are sending me something in the delivery, right?" Pansy asked, batting her eyes.

"No, I am not," Draco said coolly.

"B-but y-y-you PROMISED!" she wailed, her eyes (that were lined thick with eyeliner) filling up with tears.

"NO! I NEVER PROMISED YOU! I DON'T FANCY YOU! JUST FORGET ABOUT ME! GO SNAG A MAN-WHORE INSTEAD AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" Draco shouted and he stormed off in a rage. She has got to be the most infuriating creature ever to exist on this planet. Shit! I forgot the form!

He went back to the notice and tore it off. Draco filled it in, carefully ticking the "anonymous" box. In the message, he wrote:

Happy Valentines Day, Ginny, even though I think you'll hate this day. I love you. Your Secret Admirer.

It was Valentines Day. Ginny opened her eyes and realised it was still dark outside. She suddenly groaned. Damn Valentines Day! The damn dreaded day! I bet people don't even like celebrating the memory of St. Valentine! It has turned into a damn advertising project!

Ginny tossed and turned, trying to get back to sleep and finally, she got up to go brush her teeth, still hearing Leah's snores and mumbles like 'Don't leave me, Col!' and 'The cheese looks yummy!'. Ginny smirked. I guess Leah will never change. The smirk soon faded as she realised today was her damn date with Harry.

Why did I have to be so stupid? Why couldn't I have just told him? My damn conscience! It's a stupid conscience anyways! Ginny put on a pair of jeans and a purple jumper and brushed her hair into its usual ponytail. She suddenly got an idea of how to wake Leah up.

"Leah! Colin's here and he wants to snog your brains out!" Ginny called.

"WHAT? WHERE IS HE?" Leah shrieked, instantly getting up.

Ginny burst out laughing and Leah took to whacking her with her pillow.

"You look very happy. Excited for your date with Harry?" Leah said innocently.

"Leah, you should know better. I don't fancy him. Now, I just wish I told him that," Ginny said wistfully.

"Oh well, he's cute with his bright green eyes and messy black hair," Leah said dreamily.

"What happened to Colin?" Ginny teased.

"I love Colin but it doesn't mean I can't talk about other guys."

"Anyways, I'm going to go down to breakfast. Wish me luck with the brooder," Ginny said.

Ginny went down to breakfast to see the Golden Trio. She caught Harry's eye and he blushed. Ginny raised her eyebrows and went over to them.

"Morning," Ginny said.

"Morning, Ginny," Ron and Hermione said in unison.

"Hi," Harry said, still blushing. Something's wrong with him. Oh well, I'll ask him about it later.

Ginny looked around and realized there were pink and red hearts everywhere. Snape was a replica of Lockhart, wearing robes of shocking pink, his greasy hair curly and his thin lips stretched into a big grin. Ginny inwardly shuddered. The crack really must be getting to him. McGonagoll was giving Snape looks throughout the whole meal.

Ginny felt a pair of grey eyes on her but she didn't turn around. She continued eating breakfast until...the Valentines Day Delivery.

Owls with pink polka-dots (A/N: if you've read Ally's World, think of Rowan's dyeing disaster) were flying in, dropping bouquets and chocolates on people's heads.

A pink-polka-dotted owl was flying closer to Ginny, causing Harry to blush even more. Oh no. Please don't tell me he sent me something. Merlin, help me! But the strange thing was, another owl was coming closer as well. What the fuck? The first pink-polka-dotted owl dropped a box of chocolates on her head. "Ow!" Ginny cried, rubbing her sore head.

The message on the chocolates said:

Happy Valentines Day, Ginny. I really, really like you.

Love, Harry.

So that's why he was blushing, Ginny thought as she glanced at him. He smiled nervously and she tried to smile back. But the second pink-polka-dotted owl dropped a bouquet of roses on her head.

Okay, does Harry really need to send two things? This is getting embarrassing. Damn all those people to Voldemort if they're staring at me.

A dozen red roses were for her. They were beautifully wrapped and Ginny couldn't help but love them at first sight. The message said:

Happy Valentines Day, Ginny, even though I think you'll hate this day. I love you.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer.

That guy again, Ginny thought. Harry was trying to kill the roses with his eyes, Leah was smirking happily since Colin gave her roses as well, Colin and Ron were frowning (So overprotective, Ginny thought) and Hermione was shooting Ginny a look that said "tell me what the hell happened later."

I wonder what Draco thinks. She half-wanted to turn around to see what he thought but that would just make it too obvious that she thought it was him. Ah, screw it, Ginny thought and she turned around.

Surprisingly but yet not surprisingly, Draco was sitting next to Blaise Zabini and calmly eating his bacon and eggs with Pansy pestering him about not giving her a gift. His cold eyes held no expression but Ginny knew that he was getting really, really pissed off.

Ginny felt relieved but upset at the same time. Was it Draco? Did he not have anything to say after the kiss? And would the house-elves ever get some tuna?

She felt a tap on her shoulder. Ginny turned around to see it was Harry.

"Do you want to go now?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," Ginny replied, trying to squash the feeling of dread. Harry was her friend. He deserved to have a good time without a girl wondering about another guy.

Draco could feel her eyes on him. He tried to eat his breakfast but Pansy was still trying to get an answer out of him. I WILL NOT LOOK AT HER, I WILL NOT LOOK AT HER, I WILL NOT LOOK AT HER, he chanted in his brain.

Ginny turned back. Draco looked up to see a familiar black-haired figure approach her. They're probably going on a perfect, flawless date. She's going to forget about me and Potter can win yet again.

He saw Ginny nod to Potter and they got up together and left. Draco angrily slammed down his fork and saw Blaise Zabini staring at him.

"What?" Draco snapped.

"You're in love," Blaise said wisely.

"How would you know?" Draco asked.

"You're angry and you keep staring at a certain redhead. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret," he whispered.

"I DO NOT like Weasley," Draco hissed.

"Don't worry, DRAKEY," Blaise teased, "I won't tell a soul about your sense of sexualtiy."

"Wait...you think I'm in love with the MALE WEASLEY?" Draco said; he was red in the face because he was going to blow up soon.

"No shit, Sherlock. Why else would you be staring at the Gryffs' table?" Blaise said as if Draco was meant to know this all along.

"Okay, you're just getting weird, Zabini," Draco said, "Are you going to Hogsmeade?"

"Hey, hey, I'm not gay like you, you know," Blaise said, backing away.

"For Merlin's sake, I'm NOT GAY! I need to spy on someone," Draco said irritably.

"Okay, I'll spy on Weasley with you," Blaise said, shrugging, "Hey, about before, I was just messing with you. I know you're in love with the female one. I'll leave you alone when you try to talk to her."

"Thanks," Draco said gratefully. Wow, I actually thanked someone. This year is getting weirder by the second.

Draco and Blaise soon got up to go to the carriages.

"Hey, you are paying me, right?" Blaise asked.

"Ten galleons," Draco replied.

"Twenty," Blaise shot back.

"Fifteen," Draco said.

"Deal."

A/N: I love Blaise...please review!

Originally written: May 2005