Also, un-beta'd. My beta is...otherwise engaged and incredibly busy. If anyone finds any mistakes, I'm sorry, again.
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Chapter Seven:
Draco laid on his bed, eating a sugar quill. Blaise and Colin had conjured bean bag chairs, and Ginny was lounging on top of Draco's desk. Draco had pointed out that his bed was more than big enough for all four of them, but Blaise and Colin felt that three guys on one bed was too many, and Ginny had replied that a bed is used for many other things besides sitting, and they were just friends.
"They'll be using that bed before long, I have the feeling," Blaise had whispered to Colin. Colin laughed a little louder than he should've, and Ginny and Draco both turned to glare at them.
Draco had pulled out his whole supply of goodies and candies that his mum had sent him recently, buying his affection and making up for his fathers lack thereof.
They were hyped so far above where their sugar level should have been that even Colin had stopped understanding Ginny's slurred, eccentric words. They had also been forced to magic her into sitting still, as she had used a spell to make herself literally bounce off the walls. She was now the victim of a glue spell Draco had put on the desk. The boys were lounging happily as Ginny screamed out in misery. "Please! Let me up now! This is torture! And it's not the fun kind, either!" They all stopped eating their respective sugary treats to give the innocent looking girl an accusatory glance. "Well, it's not," she huffed, crossing her arms.
"Don't you just love to see her pout?" Colin asked, a sly smile spreading across his lips.
"It is quite amusing," Blaise replied. "What do you think, Draco? Is it worth hexing her just to see her pouty lips and big brown eyes pleading with you?"
"I don't think I'd have to hex her to see her pout. I think there are much easier ways to get what I want," Draco smirked, waiting to see what Ginny's drama queen reaction was going to be.
She squealed. "That is wrong! That is positively deviant! Things like that should not be said in the presence of a lady! The three of you should be ashamed of yourselves!" Unfortunately, with her impending sugar high, no one understood a word the saucy little redhead said.
Draco looked helplessly to Colin, who shrugged and went back to his acid pop.
"Ginny, Love," Blaise said, "If you expect us to respond to you, you have to iterate your thoughts in a way that we'll be able to hear. Slow down next time."
Ginny huffed again, wiggling around to try to loosen the spell.
"Class. Would. Be. Better. Than. This," she stated in a slow, firm manner, looking Draco, then Blaise right in the eyes.
The boys laughed at her again, as she gave an exasperated cry.
"Ginny, you realize that if people heard sounds like that, not only would they assume certain things were happening, but they would also realize who that voice belongs to. You are quite vocal, and most people would recognize it as you," Colin reported to her. She had no choice but to glare at him.
"Colin, if you're so persistent this entire visit should be sex-filled and perverse, why don't you initiate that with Blaise. Everyone knows about your crush on him. Oh, wait. They didn't, did they?" Ginny replied, venom in her voice and a smirk playing on her lips as a blush crept up to Colin cheeks.
The day wore on, just like that. Eventually, they allowed Ginny to remove her ass from Draco's desk, and she huffed back to the Gryffindor common room to change clothes. Seems the spell Draco used actually caused a glue-like substance to stick itself to her, and her skirt was now ruined.
Later on, Colin and Ginny decided to take a walk, since they had no homework due to skiving off classes. Luckily, since the two were in a different year than Draco and Blaise, everyone had yet to put together that all four were out.
Colin laughed as they walked by the lake.
"What exactly is so funny?" Ginny asked, her arms folded.
"It was humorous, Gin, to watch you squirming about like that. Bloody hilarious." He laughed some more as she pouted.
"You knew what that candy would do. Why didn't you stop me?"
"Honestly? I thought it would be an amusing way to spend the afternoon. And you never disappoint, Gin."
"I personally liked that look Blaise got in his eyes when I mentioned your crush on him," Ginny replied with another smirk.
"That, Ginevra, was not at all nice. That was mean and unnecessary," Colin stopped walking to look at her.
"I thought it was interesting. The look on your face and the interest I saw in his. Wow. Is something going on there, Colin, that I don't know about?"
"No! Of course not! Nothing at all! He may not be the playboy that Draco is, but everyone knows that he's one of the most wanted bachelors at Hogwarts. He's so straight that he's stiff."
Ginny laughed at that.
"Okay, that sounded a bit perverse, but you know that's not what I meant."
"I know, Colin, but I wouldn't be surprised if you were wrong about that."
"Wrong? About Zabini being straight? Hah, you're insane, Gin-bug. Insane."
"Insanity, is what it is, Draco!" Blaise laughed from his bean bag seat. "I can't believe it. I never once fathomed that you would fall for a Weasley. For Merlin's sake, I never thought you would fall at all!"
"I have not fallen, Zabini." Draco glared at his friend.
"You can deny it all you want, but the connection is there. Chemistry is the most important thing, and the two of you have it. I can see the electricity fly when you look at each other."
"Chemistry? What on earth does chemistry have to do with any of this? Isn't that the muggle class that students often fail?" asked Draco, standing to get his wand from the table.
"Malfoy, sometimes I think you need a new brain." Blaise shook his head. Draco had retrieved his wand and was doing a cleaning spell on the desk. The glue substance that had previously held Ginny in place was refusing to remove itself from his desk.
"A new brain? Try a new best friend," Draco scoffed as he gave up on the glue. "At this moment, Zabini, I'm going to need for you to get lost. It's time for me to go to Snape's classroom and work on my special project."
"All right." Blaise stood up. "I'll see you a little later." He left the room.
After Ginny and Colin parted ways, Ginny began her prefect duties. She patrolled the dungeons, like she was scheduled to.
She was close to deciding that it was clearly going to be a quiet night and that she could definitely skive off the remainder of the time when an explosion sounded through the hall. She figured out the direction from which it had come, and ran there.
Ginny gasped as she saw the blue, red, and black goop splattered all over the Potion's classroom. In the midst of the disaster, Draco was sitting, sputtering and coughing as black smoke rolled from the cauldron in front of him.
"Oh, Merlin! I wish I had Colin's camera!" Ginny thought to herself, stifling her laughter. Draco had black smudges on his cheeks, from the smoke, and the goop was tangled into his hair. His perfect robes were also covered in the stuff, and the look he had on his face was too perfect. She finally gave up stifling the laughter and just let it burst out.
"Weasley? What are you doing here? It's late," he stated as he turned to look at her.
"I'm on patrol tonight. No invisibility cloak this time. What on earth are you doing here?" Ginny returned his question.
"Special project for Snape. Looks like I screwed up, though. I don't know what I did wrong."
"Well, something, that's for sure. Do you want help cleaning up?"
"I guess I could use it," Draco said as he stood up, taking off his soiled robes. "I'm going to wash my face in Snape's office lavatory. I'll be right back."
Ginny continued laughing as she watched him walk away. After she was able to calm herself down, she began to gather the ingredients.
She had the ingredients' closet open a few inches when Draco walked back into the room.
"Weasley! Stop!" Draco ran to the door and slammed it shut.
"Oh! I forgot!" Ginny cried when she realized why he had attacked the door.
"I realize that," Draco responded in a monotone voice. "Maybe you should go."
"Go? Why?" Ginny replied.
"Because if Snape finds you here, he'll have my ass. Seriously, he's probably going to be here any minute."
Ginny looked at him, contemplating his cold expression and suddenly unhappy demeanor.
"But what if I don't want to go?" Ginny asked, smirking a little.
"Weaslette, get lost. You shouldn't be here," Draco snapped at her.
Ginny stepped back at the animosity in his voice.
"I guess I should be going. My patrol will be over in a few minutes. I'll just talk to you some other time, then." She turned to leave, a little hurt and upset that he was so willing to get rid of her.
He watched her walk away, resisting the urge to begin hitting his head against the wall once again.
Draco walked back to his dormitory about an hour later, frustrated at the both the explosive mess with the potion and the way he had acted with Ginny.
Walking into the common room, Blaise turned from his seat in front of the fire and acknowledged him.
"Draco, old boy. What's new?"
"Get lost, Zabini. I'm not in the mood." Draco walked right past him.
Blaise turned to Theodore who was sitting diagonally from him. "Well. You know, I thought getting the two of them together would finally pacify his bad moods, but it doesn't seem like it worked." He shrugged as he watched Draco throw him a dirty look from the stairs, then disappear.
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