Wahoot! 'Nother chappy

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Ginny woke with a start, hand grasping her heart, which was beating wildly. She looked ahead of her, the vision of her dream still lingering in her vision, seeming to be projected on the vibrant red bed sheets.

She covered her face with her hands, making a small sound of frustration.

"Why do I keep thinking about him?" She moaned out, throwing the covers off her in irritation. "Bloody idiot keeps invading my dreams. I bet he does it on purpose." She pouted as she closed the bathroom door, knowing that he was not in her dreams by magical means. She went through her daily schedule in her head, cursing as she remembered that she had a prefect meeting today. They had four prefects, two from Gryffindor, and two from Slytherin. To improve 'house unity' the two Gryffindors worked with the head boy, a slytherin, and the slytherins with head girl, a Gryffindor. It usually wasn't that bad, but then again, Collin was currently in the hospital wing with a quidditch injury…leaving her alone with Draco Malfoy. She kicked her shower off, glowering.

"Damn him for breathing!"

"That's not very lady-like, dearie." Her mirror chided.

"Oh, shut up, you." Ginny jerked on her clothes angrily, storming from the room.

"You forgot your hair, sweetie!" The mirror called out to the room as the door slammed shut. It sat there a few moments, thinking. "Why do I bother with the child? She never does listen to me anymore. Too preoccupied with her things. Oh, blast it. Now look what she's done. Gone and made me talk to myself. That's almost as bad as talking to a mirror."

Ginny stalked through the halls, wet curls bouncing against her shoulders. It wasn't until a shudder of chill ran through her body that she noticed that her hair was dripping water down her back.

/oh, Gin, you idiot…/

She shook her head, rubbing the water that was lingering on her neck. Blast trying to fix it now. She didn't know enough of the spells. She had the article that Witch Weekly wrote about it on her sink counter, and she had to look at it every day, sadly enough. She didn't care enough to memorize the directions and incantations. Merlin knew she had enough of that in her weekly homework.

Her steps slowed as she passed the hallway that lead to the charms corridor, the surroundings reminding her of the last time she was in this corridor.

The way his pale skin contrasted with the black robes, his slender fingers dancing on his buttons…But she didn't really see all that. The only thing that mattered was that his eyes were glittering in amusement and misceviousness, and just that look was enough to send her reeling.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake the thoughts from her head. She stopped abrubtly as the curls smacked her in the face, and she felt a pang of dizziness. She held up a hand to her head, blinking.

"Ooo…That isn't good…" She muttered to herself, leaning against the wall. "Why the bloody hell did shaking my head affect me so badly?" She was about to shake the thought off, but thinking better of it, she simply walked on. If it hurts the first time, don't do it again…Otherwise, you're an idiot. She took a deep breath as she reached the library door, pausing with her hand on the doorknob, bracing herself for the confrontation she was about to have with Malfoy.

/You will not look at his face, and if you do, you will not obsess with his eyes. You will not act like a fool and give him reason to tease you. You will not screw up, you will not cause trouble. You will no-/

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft 'ahem' from behind her, and she spun around, preparing to tell whomever it was to bugger off and leave her alone, but the words were ripped from her throat.

"Are you going to stand there all day, Weasley, or were you actually planning on going in?"

"I-um..well- you see…"

Draco rolled his eyes, reaching around behind her to grab the door. Ginny gasped as his body was pressed against her with this movement, and backed up as soon as she could, wrenching the door from his hands and swinging it open. He lost his balance, but placed one foot ahead of him, catching himself gracefully.

/Like a cat…oh, shut up, Ginny/

"You little nit!" He cursed, angry. He glared at her a moment, then let out an exasperated sigh, walking around her to get to his table. Taking a deep breath, she followed, hesitantly sitting down across from him.

"Malfoy, about that-"

"I don't give a rats ass, weaselette. Here." He threw a paper down on the table, and she picked it up, looking it over. "Creevey will no longer be working on patrol, so I was forced to change the times."

She looked up at him, surprised. "Why won't Collin be on night patrol?"

The sneer on his face was unsettling, and she shifted in her seat.

"His parents decided that as Creevy got hurt during a quidditch match against the slytherin, that Hogwarts was no longer safe for their son. The little wimp is being sent home today, along with that brat of a brother he has."

Anger rose, showing itself in the pink of her cheeks. "Collin's not a wimp!"

"You always did try and stand up for your little boyfriends." His eyes flashed with mirth, and that was her undoing. She lost what she was going to say back to him, and had to settle with hanging her head, glaring at the table as if it had just set a splinter on her great-grandmother, causing termites to infest her body.

"Who is Dumbledore assigning as the new prefect?"

"Nobody." Draco leaned his chair back onto two legs, placing his feet on the table.

"What do you mean, nobody? He always has two per house…"

"Don't as me. That imbecile of a headmaster is running the show here."

"Don't talk about Dumbledore that way!"

"As a note, threats work much better when you're looking at the person. Unless, of course, your ill feelings lie with that table."

Ginny bit her lip, cursing him for noticing. "This time table has me out past curfew."

"Its been checked by Dumbledore, and permission has been granted for you to stay out later due to the circumstances." He explained, allowing her to change the subject, but only briefly. "So why are you all of a sudden scared of looking at me, Weasley?"

"I never said I was!" She protested.

"Is that why you're still staring at the table?"

"I don't have to look at you if I don't want to, stop being so snobbish."

"Call me that again, Weasely." His voice was low and dangerous, and she looked up at him tentively, breath catching in her chest. People always said that Draco Malfoy never showed any emotion, but she knew that she could prove them wrong. Draco Malfoy showed his emotions quite clearly, and just where he showed it was her undoing. If anyone ever bothered to study those silver-gray eyes, they would always know just what malfoy was thinking. In anger, they shone with a secret fire, when he was enjoying himself, they all but sparkled, and they seemed to darken when he was thinking, turning to an almost cloudy colored grey.

"Y-you're…snobbish." She didn't know where she got the courage to say it, but the words were out of her mouth before she could think, and once she started, she couldn't stop. "You're snobbish and cruel, and stupid. And you don't think of other people's feelings, and you don't care of boundaries, and you know what? You think you're better than other people, and you're not! You're just as low as any muggle born, and if you ask most people, they'd say you're lower!" Her heart raced as the color of his eyes seemed almost black now, dark as they were. She longed for more, longed to see what other reaction she could cause in Draco Malfoy. "You have no common sense, and you…you're as bad as your father, Malfoy!"

She knew the instant she said it that it was a bad idea. His face was suddenly glass, his eyes dull and unreadable. Fear rose in the pit of her stomach, and she was about to stumble out an apology when his chair scrapped on the floor, and he stood. He walked around the table, grabbing her by the back of her robes and dragged her from the library. Words tumbled through her brain, insults, pleas, but none of them reached her tongue. She whimpered slightly as he threw her against a wall, and she vaguely recognized a silencing charm, followed by a blocking charm. Malfoy was making sure that no one was going to interrupt them, and fear exploded in her then.

"D-draco.."

This seemed to infuriate him even more, and in instants, she had the tip of his wand to her throat.

"Don't ever believe you to be in high enough status to speak my name, you rotten weasly!" He bellowed, moving closer, his arm bent as to keep the wand in its spot.

Her lip quivered, and she was tempted to just lower her head and take it, but her anger was still with her from the library, and the famous weasly stubboness played its part.

"You are no higher in status than I am, Dra-co!" She said pointedly.

A sneer pulled onto his face, and his eyes still maintained their glassy cover. "You are in no position to be acting the haughty one, girl." Poison dripped in his voice, and her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I will be haughty as I wish."

"Then you'll be regretting it soon."

"If you do that…You'll only prove me true." She rushed out as he was opening his mouth, to utter a curse, no doubt. She didn't miss the moment's flicker in his eyes, and just that was enough to let her relax, looking up at him in relief.

Her relief, though, seemed to anger him further. "You act as if you're out of trouble just by saying that, you brat."

"But I am, Draco. You won't become him, will you?"

His hand shook on his want, and he snarled as he whipped his hand away. "Get the bloody hell away from me."

She knew better than to stay, she knew better than to enrage him further. Then again, she never did listen to herself. She leaned back against the wall, looking up at him. She didn't even flinch as he punched the wall, leaning in right next to her face.

"I said. Get away."

"You have a blocking charm on the corridor, Draco."

She almost laughed at his look. You could almost describe it as the looked of a kicked puppy. But…not quite. He stared at her for a moment, then jerked away, muttering the counter-curses for the spells he had previously put up. Ginny turned her head, seeing a small trickle of blood run down the jagged bricks of the hallway. Beyond her better judgement, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a handerchief. As she passed him to leave, she grabbed his hand, wrapping it around his knuckles. This time, she knew better than to look at him again.

/I can't believe I did that…I enraged him simply to see more of his reactions…And I receive the opposite. He closed up…Everything about him closed up…/

She was leaning against the wall of an empty classroom she had ran into, hugging herself. She stayed there a few minutes, then reluctantly pulled herself up, shuffling back to the Gryffindor common room.

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