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Author Notes: Here it is, the (not so) long awaited fourth chapter. What you've all been waiting for. You guys may have realised that I don't have a beta reader, so please excuse the mistakes and grammar; I'm looking for a beta, but for now I'm just re-reading it a million times. Thanks to all my reviewers, and all those that read my story and didn't review. Just to know people are reading my story gives me warm and fuzzes. I know this chapter isn't that long, I'll try to make the next one longer, I just wanted to get something up.
Chapter 4: Detention and a Dinner Date
All eyes were on Ron as he left his seat to fix the problem with his sister's uniform. It seemed quite clear to him that she had been influenced entirely too much by the tart Pansy hanging off her arm. The entire student body, the teachers that would later deny they were watching, and those who wouldn't, held their breath as Ron approached his sister. He opened his mouth to inform his sister that half her uniform was missing when Draco appeared behind her, snaking his arm around her waist causing Ron to freeze in his current position, mouth hanging wide open.
"You know Weasley, I heard your family was poor, but I didn't think that you had to stand there, with your mouth open to catch flies to eat. Come Gin," he said turning to Ginny and taking her towards the Slytherin table, "Lets eat before our meal is totally spoilt."
Conversation eventually began around the room again, and before long everyone had returned to their meals, well almost everyone. Ron and the rest of the trio were stare at Ginny, and giving Draco looks that if they could kill, he would have died a million horrible deaths. At the Slytherin table, conversation was unusually chatty. Everyone wanted to say 'hello', or 'good morning' to their newest arrival, as well as telling her she looked absolutely ravishing, to which they were greeted with a glare from Draco. When all of it was over, Ginny was just glad to take her seat between Draco and Pansy and begin to eat. Timetables were distributed soon after and the topic of discussion was no longer Ginny but who had what when, and with whom they had it. Ginny looked at her times tables and sighed loudly before she began to grate her teeth. Draco saw what she was doing and stared at her before saying, "Gin, whatever it is, it can't be that bad."
"Yes it can." She replied throwing her timetable at him. "Over half my classes are with the Gryffindors!" She looked at him, as though she was challenging him to tell her that it could be worse, but Draco upon seeing this challenge just put an arm around her and whispered into her ear.
"Yes," he began, "they are, but you're forgetting something important. You're forgetting that you'll also have the other Slytherins with you in those classes. And you're also forgetting that after classes are over for the day, you'll be all mine." He then began to slide his tongue around her ear, sending shivers down her spine, before the bell rang and he turned his attention to Pansy, asking her what class she has first, pretending nothing ever happened.
It was almost dinner before Ginny saw Draco again. The words that he had whispered into her ear at breakfast that morning still reverberated through mind, causing her to lose concentration in class which in turn scored her a detention with Sprout during lunch. Now, she was sitting on a couch in a deserted Slytherin common room when she felt someone slip their hands over her eyes.
"Guess who." Said the same voice she had been hearing all through her head all day. It sent shivers down her spine.
"Tinkerbelle?" she replied, cracking a joke and attempting to hide from him the effect he was having on her.
"I am certain no fairy, thank you very much"
"Well," she began, jumping up and kneeing on the couch so she was now facing him, "What are you then? Hmmmm…?" Draco couldn't take his eyes off her. Her fiery red hair was flowing down her back, the slight breeze that was in the common room catching it.
"I'm taking you do dinner." He replied, unable to tear his eyes away from her.
"Oh," Ginny replied, turning around again, hugging her knees, "I'm not that hungry, I thought I might skip dinner, you know, and get an early night." When she finished, she heard her stomach growl in hunger, and she was hoping Draco didn't hear it, although she was sure he did.
"Gin," he said, moving to the front of the couch to look at her, "I thought you might say that, so I thought you might like to have a picnic."
"A picnic," Ginny replied, shocked, "You don't seem like the picnic type to me." She was move then a little wary of whatever he might have planned.
"Well I'm not really, I just have this basket full of food, and thought you might like to join me for dinner in my room, my private room. Just one of the perks of being Head Boy…"
Ginny thought this over for a bit before eventually saying yes, after all she was hungry and food was food. Plus he wouldn't try anything on her, would he?
Ginny followed Draco up the boy's staircase, right to the top, where he opened a large wooden door. What was inside took her breath away. Draco watched her as she stood there, gazing room his room. Along the far wall was the largest bed Ginny had ever seen. It was an ornate wooden four-poster bed from which hung transparent black netting. She slowly walked over, parte the netting and sat on the edge of the bed, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever saw. Gingerly, she touched the sheets, sighing as she did so. They were the finest black Egyptian cotton and had silver woven through them so to make them shimmer. Eventually she turned her attention to the rest of the room. Much like the Slytherin Common Room, it was decked out in green and silver, but with a much more homier feel to it. The carpet was a lush black pile, and the walls a dark mahogany. Around the room hung drapes in various shades of green.
"Draco," She breathed, "It's… It's beautiful."
He just smiled at her and led her to a small table she had previously failed to see. With a flick of his wand, the room dimmed and an elegant candlelit dinner for two appeared on the table. Ginny gasped.
"Your seat ma'am. Dinner is served."
At this Ginny couldn't help but to burst out laughing, which then caused Draco to start laughing. Eventually, they stopped laughing and took their seat. Dinner was a quite affair, with idle chitchat about their days being the main topic of conversation. Ginny laughed out loud when he told her of the Golden Trio's exploits in Potions which ending in Gryffindor being in the negative points wise and Harry with bright green hair thanks to Neville. Some time later, they ended up lying on Draco's bed, drinking elf wine with Ginny re-telling the horrors of her detention with Sprout.
"Then," She hiccuped, "He made me clean the entire greenhouse without magic, it was horrible. I don't think that place had been cleaned in years. And to top things of I ended up with dirt in places I didn't even know you could get dirt."
This once again set the two of them into hysterics. Ginny had spilt most of her drink on the floor and Draco was wearing most of his.
"You know," Ginny said, rolling over so that her face was barely inches away from his, "You're not who I thought you were Draco Malfoy. You're smart, intelligent, funny, the perfect guy really." She lay back down and rolled over, sighing to herself. Draco propped himself up to reply to her and but found she was fast asleep. Gazing at her for a moment, he too lay back down and fell into a peaceful slumber.