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A/N: Sorry for taking so long with this chapter but I had a case of writer's block and other stories to work on.
Chapter 5
"Draco!"
"Yes Professor Snape?"
Snape looked around, taking in the abandoned polishing rag and Draco's mussed appearance. He cast his star pupil a suspicious look, then gestured out the door.
"You may return to your dormitory," he told Draco, still looking around in suspicion. Draco nodded curtly and swept out of the room, his cloak swishing behind him. As soon as he was in the hallway he sighed in relief. He could just imagine the look on Snape's face if he had caught Draco kissing a Gryffindor.
A sound came from the dark hallway behind him, making Draco freeze while eyeing the shadows in the flickering torchlight.
"Malfoy," said a menacing voice.
Draco straightened, a cold sneer settling over his face.
"Weasley," he replied, his voice cool and collected. "So nice to see you."
Ron snorted and stepped into the light of the torch.
"I very much doubt that. How was your detention?"
"Remarkably boring, you poverty stricken git."
"I'm glad to hear it, you stuck up son of a bitch."
"Oh, Weasley, I don't believe you've had the privilege of discovering how much of a bitch my mother is."
A startled look crossed Ron's pale features.
"I don't like you, Malfoy."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"That," he drawled. "I could never have discerned without your help."
Ron smirked, and turned to leave.
"Farewell, Oh King of the Weasley Rats," Draco said, bowing mockingly at Ron's back.
Ron's fists clenched and he turned back. A satisfied smirk had settled over Draco's handsome features, and Draco knew that Ron wanted to hit the smug smile off his face. Draco raised his hand and wiggled his fingers in a wave. Turning around he began to return to the Slytherin dormitory.
"Oh Malfoy, since you're here…"
Draco stopped but didn't bother to turn around. Ron took this as a sign that he was listening.
"Stay away from my sister because if you go near her again you'll need to book a bed in the hospital wing next to Harry. And I promise you, he'll leave first."
Draco whirled around, a challenge in his silver eyes, but Ron had vanished, his sneering "Night Malfoy," ringing through the empty hallway.
***
Ginny sat in Potions, rubbing her hands wearily over her eyes. Snape was droning on about one of his "exceptionally difficult and demandingly intricate" potions. Fortunately, Ginny was surprisingly good at Potions, a fact that often caused Snape the utmost discomfort. The greasy haired teacher swept around the classroom as he talked, looking intimidatingly over the sixth year's shoulders to check if they had copied down everything he had been saying. His lip curled as he glided past Ginny, which meant he could find no problem. Ginny gave him what she knew was an obnoxious smile. He glared at her, then moved on to the next person.
Looking over his hooked nose he inspected Colin Creevey's work. His face broke into a nasty smile.
"Mr Creevey," Snape began silkily as the bell rang to signify the end of class. No one dared to move, afraid that Snape's displeasure with Colin would be transferred to them. "If you'll take a look at your piece of parchment, you'll see no less than five idiotic errors. Five errors, means five points from Gryffindor. And since you were so remiss in your attentiveness, I believe you deserve a detention as well."
His sharp gaze swept over the class, daring them to challenge him. His lips curved into a triumphant smile.
"Class dismissed."
Ginny let out the breath she had been holding, and gathered her books together tom leave.
"Miss Weasley," Snape's cold voice stopped her. "Any more night time wanderings and I'll see to it personally that you are expelled."
Ginny raised an eyebrow into an inquisitive arch. Snape smirked.
"No one quite has hair like yours, Miss Weasley. I find it disturbing that I found a strand on Mr Malfoy's robes late last night when he was in detention. You see, since I find it amusing that you think you are good enough for a Slytherin, I won't punish you this time. See that it doesn't happen again, hmm?"
Ginny fled Snape's dungeon and Snape, her face burning almost as red as her hair.
***
Harry sat up in bed, sipping a cup of tea, and glaring at the girl in front of him. Parvati was trying to balance two piles of books, one containing her homework and the other containing the homework she had collected on his behalf during class today.
"I thought you wouldn't want to fall behind, Harry," she said, placing the books next to his hospital bed. "But if you don't feel up to doing it I think the teachers will understand."
"I have a concussion not brain damage," Harry snarled. Parvati flinched. He looked unsympathetically at her. "I want to sleep now."
Parvati's eyes filled with tears and she rushed out of the hospital wing, not noticing Ginny who was waiting outside going over a speech she'd practised a million times in her head.
"Harry, it's over," Ginny said. "No not forceful enough. Harry, it is over!"
***
Draco stood a little way down the hall, watching Ginny with a slight smile on his face. She hadn't noticed him and was muttering "Harry, it's over" again and again while making absurd hand motions, that were meant to prove her point. He cleared his throat quietly. Ginny's head jerked up and startled eyes taking him in.
"Hi," Draco said, walking over to her.
"Draco, hi," she whispered. "I was just… well, I…"
"I'm sure if you say "Harry, it's over" once, he'll get the picture. But then again it is Potter."
Ginny laughed, throwing back her head and giggling with childish abandon. Draco couldn't help but smile at her.
"Was that Draco Malfoy making a joke?" she said teasingly, her brown eyes filled with mirth.
Draco grinned, but then his handsome face took on a serious expression.
"Ginny, about last night…"
Before he could say anything else. Ginny stretched up on her tiptoes and quickly kissed him. He looked at her shocked and she flushed a pale pink, but didn't look away. A question lurked in the stormy depths of his eyes, and she nodded. Wrapping her in his arms, he pulled her into an intimate hug then he took her hand, their fingers intertwining. Draco led her down the hall and they turned out of sight, heading in the direction of the Slytherin dormitories.
***
Harry stood at the doorway of the hospital wing, his belongings scattered on the floor around him where he had dropped them. Rage filled him. Somewhere inside him he knew he was being selfish, but he didn't care. Draco Malfoy would pay for this, and Ginny… The whore, Harry thought. She'll pay, too.
***
A/N: Note that I did not say that Ginny had a "tinkling" or a "silvery" laugh. I think those terms are over-used and cliched. Why should a heroine have a tinkling silvery laugh. Why not a hearty guffaw? Not so romantic hey? Well my Ginny has a hearty guffaw. So there!
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