A/N: To the people who are reading this and actually enjoying it (very
few, I'm sure), sorry it took so long for this chapter. I thought I was
gonna abandon this story but maybe not. Oh, and by the way, I made a
mistake. Ginny's a 5th year, thus making Draco a 6th year, obviously.
Peace out!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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Draco Malfoy awoke with the bright winter sun in his eyes and his head throbbing painfully. He cursed to himself as he started to remember yesterday's events. He'd made a fool of himself when he'd fell face flat into the snow. He'd skipped the Christmas Eve dinner and went straight to bed; he couldn't have faced the humiliation. Now, Draco wondered why on earth his head was hurting so badly, and why he'd fallen in Hogsmeade. Well, he thought, I started feeling a bit woozy after I drank that butterbeer..that's it! Somebody spiked my butterbeer!
Draco sat up quickly and groaned at the pain in his temple. That was it. It must have been Potter and Weasley who'd spiked his drink.
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Sitting by the fire in the common room, all the Gryffindors were laughing their heads off.
"You put FIREWHISKEY in his BUTTERBEER?!" Dean Thomas said, roaring with laughter.
Ginny grinned. "Yeah, but I couldn't have done it if Fred and George hadn't sent me the Firewhiskey," she said modestly.
"But Ginny was brilliant, weren't you, Gin? Lucky Rosmerta had her back turned while you slipped in the Firewhiskey, huh?" said Harry, slapping her back cordially.
"Yeah, Fred and George will be so proud! I'm glad Hermione's not here, she probably wouldn't have approved," said Ron.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Well, I'm going to go outside for a bit, get some fresh air. Try not to tell the whole school about the Firewhiskey!" she chuckled as she climbed out of the portrait hole, knowing that by the time she returned the news would have traveled around the entire Hogwarts population.
Ginny felt something very cold hit the back of her head as she strolled around the lake and wheeled around, spotting Draco Malfoy gathering up snow for another snowball.
"What exactly was that for, Malfoy?" she said indignantly.
"That, Weasel, was for putting Firewhiskey in my Butterbeer, hence humiliating me in front of everyone at Hogsmeade. And don't look at me like you don't know what I'm saying, all of Hogwarts knows," said Draco, and he threw another snowball at her. This time it landed right in her face.
"Oooh, you asked for it, Malfoy!" Ginny heaved snow at him, Draco pelted her with more snowballs, and they continued in this fashion until they were both sitting on the ground, out of breath, their faces flushed.
"Hey Weasley, I bet you're too chicken to go out and stand on the ice," Draco said, nodding toward the lake.
"Watch me." Ginny strode onto the ice. "See? Easy. Why don't you come join me?" she asked slyly. When Draco hesitated, she said, "Or are you too chicken? Is poor baby Dwaco too scared to go on the-" But Ginny broke off when the ice beneath her cracked, and, with a look of utter terror on her face, she plunged into the freezing water.
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"GINNY!" Draco ran onto the ice and stuck his hand into the hole
through Ginny had fallen. He felt her hand, grabbed it, and dragged
her out and onto the snow bordering the lake. She lay there,
shivering, but conscious.
"All right, Ginny, we need to get to the hospital wing. Can you walk okay?" Draco helped her to her feet and she took a few uneasy steps, leaning against him. He quickly unfastened his cloak and wrapped it around her, and her shivering subsided a bit.
A few people scurried up to them and concernedly asked about Ginny. Draco assured them that she was fine and managed to push his way to the hospital wing. He explained what had happened to Madam Pomfrey and she gave Ginny a potion to warm her up and insisted she stayed in the Hospital Wing for the night. Ginny's mind became clearer, but when she looked around to thank Draco, she discovered that he'd already gone.
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Ginny woke up to realize that she was still wearing Draco's cloak. She carefully folded it and hid it in her robes. She then returned to the common room the and was affronted by a distressed Ron.
"Where have you been?!" yelled Ron. Ginny sighed and calmly explained what had happened.
"And..er..someone saw me and helped me out of the lake and brought me to the hospital wing," Ginny finished, not wanting to explain why she was with Draco.
"Ginny, you great prat! You just went and stood on the ice? That's really smart, Gin, really smart! You could have drowned if no one had been there, what were you thinking?" Ron raved.
"Ron, calm down, she knows it was a stupid idea, alright?" Harry said, coming to Ginny's defense. She beamed at him.
Ron sighed. "Well, come on then, the Christmas feast awaits us." And the three of them headed down to the Great Hall.
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It was Saturday, three days after Christmas, and Ginny was just finishing dinner when the large doors of the Great Hall swung open and in came the students who had gone home for the holidays. Ginny spotted her two friends, Tina and Sarah, and waved them over to the Gryffindor table.
"Hey Ginny!" Tina slid onto the bench next to her. Tina had blonde, sausage -like curls (which Ginny liked to pull and watch them bounce) surrounding her pretty face, along with bright blue eyes. Tina lived in America, Mississippi, to be precise; her wealthy parents had sent her to Hogwarts because they did not like any of the American wizarding schools.
"How were your holidays, Gin?" Sarah said, sitting on the other side of Ginny. Sleek, chestnut-brown hair framed Sarah's slightly round face and she had rich brown eyes to match.
Ginny shrugged. "Nothing special. Thanks for your presents, though. They were wonderful!"
"Yeah, thanks for yours too," said Tina. Sarah nodded in agreement.
"Well, I'll leave you two to eat, I'm pretty tired so I think I'll go to bed. G'night, then," said Ginny and she quickly left the Hall.
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Someone was stomping around in the room Ginny shared with her fellow 5th years.
"Hey Ginny, where's that red t-shirt of yours? I need to borrow it, I have no shirts to wear," came Hermione's voice. Ginny groaned.
"In my trunk," she said sleepily. There was a snap as Hermione opened her trunk, and then a pause.
"Ginny, what on earth are you doing with a Slytherin prefect's cloak?"
Uh oh. Ginny sat up and Hermione held up the cloak, the Prefect's badge glinting. The only prefects in Slytherin were Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, so Hermione could narrow it down to that.
"It's nothing," said Ginny stiffly. "Put it back."
Hermione swiftly put the cloak back and left without the shirt she wanted. Just perfect, Ginny thought. I'll have to get rid of that damn cloak before someone else finds it. So she put a Shrinking Charm on the cloak and stuffed it in her pocket.
Just as Ginny was about to enter the Great Hall when Draco Malfoy came trudging out, apparently having finished his breakfast very early. He stopped when he saw Ginny.
"Hi..er, Draco," Ginny said, allowing his first name to pass her lips. She took the cloak out of her pocket and restored it to its normal size. "Um..here's your cloak back."
"Thanks."
"Thanks for letting me use it."
"No problem."
"And..thanks for, you know.." Ginny trailed off, suddenly realizing that Draco was quite close to her. "If you weren't there, I dunno what I would have-" Ginny broke off in shock as Draco moved his face close to hers and caught her lips in a kiss.
When they broke apart, Ginny was breathless and she felt a blush creep up her neck. The corners of Draco's mouth twitched upward, and he moved in again..
Unfortunately, this was precisely the time when Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to finish their lunch and leave the Great Hall.
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A/N: Oooh, look, its my pathetic attempt at a cliffhanger! If you're reading this, than you've made it through this chapter, and I congratulate you on your seemingly extraordinary resilience! But I encourage you not to continue reading this wretched story and go find a better one. Now. Oh, and the title is gonna come in sometime, don't worry. Peece! ~Snolive the mediocre~
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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Draco Malfoy awoke with the bright winter sun in his eyes and his head throbbing painfully. He cursed to himself as he started to remember yesterday's events. He'd made a fool of himself when he'd fell face flat into the snow. He'd skipped the Christmas Eve dinner and went straight to bed; he couldn't have faced the humiliation. Now, Draco wondered why on earth his head was hurting so badly, and why he'd fallen in Hogsmeade. Well, he thought, I started feeling a bit woozy after I drank that butterbeer..that's it! Somebody spiked my butterbeer!
Draco sat up quickly and groaned at the pain in his temple. That was it. It must have been Potter and Weasley who'd spiked his drink.
~
Sitting by the fire in the common room, all the Gryffindors were laughing their heads off.
"You put FIREWHISKEY in his BUTTERBEER?!" Dean Thomas said, roaring with laughter.
Ginny grinned. "Yeah, but I couldn't have done it if Fred and George hadn't sent me the Firewhiskey," she said modestly.
"But Ginny was brilliant, weren't you, Gin? Lucky Rosmerta had her back turned while you slipped in the Firewhiskey, huh?" said Harry, slapping her back cordially.
"Yeah, Fred and George will be so proud! I'm glad Hermione's not here, she probably wouldn't have approved," said Ron.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Well, I'm going to go outside for a bit, get some fresh air. Try not to tell the whole school about the Firewhiskey!" she chuckled as she climbed out of the portrait hole, knowing that by the time she returned the news would have traveled around the entire Hogwarts population.
Ginny felt something very cold hit the back of her head as she strolled around the lake and wheeled around, spotting Draco Malfoy gathering up snow for another snowball.
"What exactly was that for, Malfoy?" she said indignantly.
"That, Weasel, was for putting Firewhiskey in my Butterbeer, hence humiliating me in front of everyone at Hogsmeade. And don't look at me like you don't know what I'm saying, all of Hogwarts knows," said Draco, and he threw another snowball at her. This time it landed right in her face.
"Oooh, you asked for it, Malfoy!" Ginny heaved snow at him, Draco pelted her with more snowballs, and they continued in this fashion until they were both sitting on the ground, out of breath, their faces flushed.
"Hey Weasley, I bet you're too chicken to go out and stand on the ice," Draco said, nodding toward the lake.
"Watch me." Ginny strode onto the ice. "See? Easy. Why don't you come join me?" she asked slyly. When Draco hesitated, she said, "Or are you too chicken? Is poor baby Dwaco too scared to go on the-" But Ginny broke off when the ice beneath her cracked, and, with a look of utter terror on her face, she plunged into the freezing water.
~
"GINNY!" Draco ran onto the ice and stuck his hand into the hole
through Ginny had fallen. He felt her hand, grabbed it, and dragged
her out and onto the snow bordering the lake. She lay there,
shivering, but conscious.
"All right, Ginny, we need to get to the hospital wing. Can you walk okay?" Draco helped her to her feet and she took a few uneasy steps, leaning against him. He quickly unfastened his cloak and wrapped it around her, and her shivering subsided a bit.
A few people scurried up to them and concernedly asked about Ginny. Draco assured them that she was fine and managed to push his way to the hospital wing. He explained what had happened to Madam Pomfrey and she gave Ginny a potion to warm her up and insisted she stayed in the Hospital Wing for the night. Ginny's mind became clearer, but when she looked around to thank Draco, she discovered that he'd already gone.
~
Ginny woke up to realize that she was still wearing Draco's cloak. She carefully folded it and hid it in her robes. She then returned to the common room the and was affronted by a distressed Ron.
"Where have you been?!" yelled Ron. Ginny sighed and calmly explained what had happened.
"And..er..someone saw me and helped me out of the lake and brought me to the hospital wing," Ginny finished, not wanting to explain why she was with Draco.
"Ginny, you great prat! You just went and stood on the ice? That's really smart, Gin, really smart! You could have drowned if no one had been there, what were you thinking?" Ron raved.
"Ron, calm down, she knows it was a stupid idea, alright?" Harry said, coming to Ginny's defense. She beamed at him.
Ron sighed. "Well, come on then, the Christmas feast awaits us." And the three of them headed down to the Great Hall.
~
It was Saturday, three days after Christmas, and Ginny was just finishing dinner when the large doors of the Great Hall swung open and in came the students who had gone home for the holidays. Ginny spotted her two friends, Tina and Sarah, and waved them over to the Gryffindor table.
"Hey Ginny!" Tina slid onto the bench next to her. Tina had blonde, sausage -like curls (which Ginny liked to pull and watch them bounce) surrounding her pretty face, along with bright blue eyes. Tina lived in America, Mississippi, to be precise; her wealthy parents had sent her to Hogwarts because they did not like any of the American wizarding schools.
"How were your holidays, Gin?" Sarah said, sitting on the other side of Ginny. Sleek, chestnut-brown hair framed Sarah's slightly round face and she had rich brown eyes to match.
Ginny shrugged. "Nothing special. Thanks for your presents, though. They were wonderful!"
"Yeah, thanks for yours too," said Tina. Sarah nodded in agreement.
"Well, I'll leave you two to eat, I'm pretty tired so I think I'll go to bed. G'night, then," said Ginny and she quickly left the Hall.
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Someone was stomping around in the room Ginny shared with her fellow 5th years.
"Hey Ginny, where's that red t-shirt of yours? I need to borrow it, I have no shirts to wear," came Hermione's voice. Ginny groaned.
"In my trunk," she said sleepily. There was a snap as Hermione opened her trunk, and then a pause.
"Ginny, what on earth are you doing with a Slytherin prefect's cloak?"
Uh oh. Ginny sat up and Hermione held up the cloak, the Prefect's badge glinting. The only prefects in Slytherin were Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, so Hermione could narrow it down to that.
"It's nothing," said Ginny stiffly. "Put it back."
Hermione swiftly put the cloak back and left without the shirt she wanted. Just perfect, Ginny thought. I'll have to get rid of that damn cloak before someone else finds it. So she put a Shrinking Charm on the cloak and stuffed it in her pocket.
Just as Ginny was about to enter the Great Hall when Draco Malfoy came trudging out, apparently having finished his breakfast very early. He stopped when he saw Ginny.
"Hi..er, Draco," Ginny said, allowing his first name to pass her lips. She took the cloak out of her pocket and restored it to its normal size. "Um..here's your cloak back."
"Thanks."
"Thanks for letting me use it."
"No problem."
"And..thanks for, you know.." Ginny trailed off, suddenly realizing that Draco was quite close to her. "If you weren't there, I dunno what I would have-" Ginny broke off in shock as Draco moved his face close to hers and caught her lips in a kiss.
When they broke apart, Ginny was breathless and she felt a blush creep up her neck. The corners of Draco's mouth twitched upward, and he moved in again..
Unfortunately, this was precisely the time when Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to finish their lunch and leave the Great Hall.
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A/N: Oooh, look, its my pathetic attempt at a cliffhanger! If you're reading this, than you've made it through this chapter, and I congratulate you on your seemingly extraordinary resilience! But I encourage you not to continue reading this wretched story and go find a better one. Now. Oh, and the title is gonna come in sometime, don't worry. Peece! ~Snolive the mediocre~