Ginny Weasley

"Malfoy," Ginny said tiredly. "how long have we been doing this now?"

"Five evenings?" Draco Malfoy answered and dipped his quill into the black ink bottle.

Ginny nodded, quite distracted. The detention were killing both of them slowly; after three evenings of correcting transfiguration essays, they had now moved on to charms and herbology and as you might understand, the minutes went by slowly inside ofProfessor McGonagalls classroom.

It could have been great, Ginny had told herself, if not for Malfoy, and she regretted pulling him with her when he'd dared her to get detention for two weeks.

She just couldn't understand all his turns back and forth; one second he laughed with her and was even nice, and the next he snorted and insulted her.

"Four and a half," she corrected him, "there's two hours more to this detention."

He lifted his head and smirked. "That's right. And how do you think we should kill those hours?"

"Merlin's beard Malfoy, look at the piles." Ginny responded and indicated on the essays they'd left.

"Okay, well, I guess I can wait with my matters."

Ginny looked up surprised, but with just one look at Malfoy she knew what was up. "You want to dare me?" she asked.

"Oh yes," he answered satisfied. "and I don't think you will like it."

"Maybe you should try me. I mean, what could possibly be worse than to kiss my brother?"

He gave her a killing look. "You know I hate you, right?"

"If not we wouldn't be sitting here. Dare me now."

"Sure, I dare you to tell the story about your life."

Ginny almost spilled out the ink over herself in surprise. Had he just asked her to tell him about herself? No, she must have been mistaken. "Excuse me?"

"I think you heard me Weasley."

She put down her quill on the table and stared at the blonde. "What are you up to Malfoy? Don't you dare tell me it's nothing, it won't work on me!"

"..."

"Draco Malfoy!" she hissed, really irritated over the fact that he was ignoring her. That git of a slytherin just sat there, eyes on the parchment before him, with a smirk on his lips. But the next second he looked up at her, deadserious. "All Weasleys doesn't have brown eyes." he said.

"What?" Ginny said as her eyes widened, "have you beinghit by a bludger lately Malfoy? maybe you should take a visit at the hospital wing?"

he laughed and leaned back. "You said it yourself, all I've ever known about Weasleys is that you have red hair, freckles and due to your lack of money use second hand."

Ginny snorted at his statement, but Draco seemed to ignore her. "You learned me the colour of your eyes, but your brother has got blue eyes, not brown."

"Of course they are. It was me we were talking about, not Ron."

"Actually, you dared me to tell you what colour Weasleys have on their eyes; yours are brown, the Weasel's are blue."

"Malfoy," she sighed and finished another essay. "what has this got to your stupid dare? What in Merlin's beard are you up to?"

"..."

"What?"

"You told me I couldn't say 'Nothing', so I'm not."

"Aargh! I promise, I'll kill you one day."

They glared at each other for a moment, before Draco puckered a brow at Ginny, making her burst out into laughter. "Alright," she said when she'd calmed down. "My name is Ginevra Molly Weasley, I live in a house we call the burrow along with about three brothers and my parents. I've got three more brothers whatsoever, but they've all moved out quite a few years ago..."

"Well," Draco said as she seemed to have lapsed into silence. "that's all?"

"I don't now what to tell you..." she answered and looked away. "I'm just... just Ginny."

"How should I know?"

She sighed, he was right, how could he know? "I have the famous Weasley-temper, the only difference is that instead of becoming rageous as often as Ron for example, I explode once in a while, and then no one would want to be in my way." she smiled. "that's what they tell me at least...Well, I play quidditch, but you would know that by know, and I can play almost every position due to the fact that my brothers always force me to the empty positions while playing at home. Some people would talk about me as crazy, because of what happened in my first year and that I've befriended Luna Lovegood, but I would rather call myself... witty?"

"Could be the right word," Draco said. "along with Potter-loving and rageous."

"I do NOT fancy Potter!" Ginny exclaimed and threw him a glare. "Will you stop that."

He gave her a new essay to correct, and then, he said: "You have only yourself to blame, you know that? Sending him a singing valentine and all."

She stood up in anger, and looked as ifshe was about to leave, but then she sat down again. "Right, we're on detention," she muttered. "can't leave..."

"You forgot we're on detention?"

"When I get angry, I tend to forget things. Right now for example, the only thing on my mind is you and-"

"Got an infatuation little weasel?" he cut her off smirking. "You sure chose the wrong one, I don't get involved with muggle-lovers."

Draco had barely time to finish his sentence, let alone let go off his quill, before Ginny let out a sound of anger and threw herself at him. And once again, they were in a fight. And once again they got stopped by a not so very pleased Mcgonagall who just came into the room. She separated them with a spell and then looked at them, fuming.

"What, Do, This MEAN?" she yelled at them and Draco could almost see how smoke came from her ears. "This is your second fight in less than a week! EXPLAIN!"

Ginny didn't let her eyes go from Professor Mcgonagall's face, but in the corner of her eyes she could see how Draco slowly opened his mouth, and she was sure he would give them away. So she acted.

"It wasn't a fight Professor." She said and stepped Malfoy on his foot.

"Not a Fight?" Mcgonagall exclaimed. "Then what was it?"

"We were," Ginny started, her eyes flickering. "Wrestling?"

Chapter...5! And I don't really know when to stop...wellwell, I think I'm going to pause and think about what will happen next...

Review please.

/Kisses