Ginny yawned and looked around her class. Her second year students looked close to death by boredom. A Hermione clone sat in the first row, Ginny thought she had problem with spasms, there was no healthy way her hand came up that fast at the first inkling of a question.
On impulse she said "tomorrow we are going to have a practical session, so don't bother bringing your books, just bring yourselves, class dismissed"
Laughing and talking, they all trooped out and left Ginny with their homework and the great mess that students seem to amass everywhere they went.
Sighing, she banished some notes and paper planes to the wastepaper basket and generally cleaned up her classroom a bit.
Then she sat down to do her favorite task as a teacher (other than taking points of slytherin), correcting her homework assignments.
Grinning, she read an essay titled "Muggle television shows". The author, a third year Hufflepuff , seemed to be entirely enthralled by "one tree hill" and had written a good three feet of parchment on the merits of Lucas and Nathan's love lives. She sympathized. Chad Michael Murray was hot.
She went on to read essays concerned with "the contender" and "desperate housewives". Giggling, she fantasized about having her own reality tv show. She traced "the Ginny Weasley show" in the air with her wand. As the words began to fade, she heard a voice saying "it would be a hit, you know".
Turning around, she smiled and said "sure it would be, 'the adventures of the muggle studies teacher in Hogwarts school or witchcraft and wizardry; the homework attempt that went wrong', I can see it now"
Draco grinned and said "I always knew you were crazy Weasley, now im SURE of it"
Ginny stuck her tongue out at him. Not the most mature of arguments but effective in its own way.
"very grown up, are you come for lunch?"
"yeah"
"well…move then"
"noooo..i cant…carry me"
laughing, Draco looked around,making sure they were alone. He then scooped her up and carried her in the direction of the great hall.
Giggling, Ginny clung to him tried to tickle him. By the time they were near the doors of the hall, they were both in splits.
He finally put her down (it would've been quite a sensation if he had carried her in) and she went on her toes to kiss him when they both heard a thundering shout of "GINERVA WEASLEY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
Startled grey eyes stared into wide brown ones.
"Ron…"