Chapter 4 In Which Romance Is Discussed, Scoffed At Again, Then Experienced
That afternoon, Draco was having difficulty concentrating. Little Weasel's got some nice smelling hair was the thought that kept floating through his head as they sat together in the library that afternoon.
As Ginny put the last flourish on the last sentence, she let a relieved sigh pass her lips. The dreaded essay was finished, but after agreeing to go to the dance with him, being this near Malfoy was not so much uncomfortable as it was disconcerting. I love to watch his hands was the thought that kept floating through her own head.
"So, Weasel, what would you be doing tonight instead of going to the dance with me?" drawled Draco, stretching his arms above his head.
"Just sitting in front of the fire, drinking hot cocoa. I'm guess I'm glad I'm going to the dance, but everyone else being all lovey-dovey is just getting me down." Ginny pulled a face at him.
"Well, it's much more enjoyable watching people like your brother try to be romantic than to sit and wallow in misery." Draco paused to see her reaction.
"Old stuff, Ferret. I already know my brother is hopeless at romance, but at least he has a girlfriend. What do you have? A dozen hangers-on and bad manners." Ginny couldn't help being a bit sarcastic.
"Nevermind, Weaselette, one day you'll see it's better to be worshiped by many than adored by one." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Ginny smirked and stood up. "I'm off, I have to get ready. Corsage, you said? Wrist?" He nodded. "Well, I guess I'll have to look good for that." She picked up her books and waved goodbye.
Draco sat in the library for a while longer, trying to make up his mind about something. He came to a conclusion, decided on a plan and left to make it happen.