Happy Birthday

"Get a grip Ginny," she told herself as she walked through the corridors heading for lunch. "It's just 'happy birthday', not a bloody whole musical."

The truth was, that Ginny didn't consider herself as a singer. And now, she was going to let the whole school hear her preform Happy Birthday. She shook her head nervously and glanced towards the Slytherin table as she enterred the Great Hall and sighed with relieve when she saw that neither Draco nor Crabbe had arrived yet.

She sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table and brought up her Charms-book and began to eat. After a while her brother and his friends joined her, and Ginny realized that also the Slytherins soon would enter. She leaned over to Harry and poked him on his shoulder making him turn towards her. She winked. "So, what lesson did you guys have before lunch?"

"Potions," Harry answered and gave her a crooked smile. "and what about you?"

"Oh, first I was going to have History of magic but Flitwick was ill, so I finished an essay in the library instead. Then I had charms," She pointed at her book dejected. "I've got to read fifty pages until next lesson."

Harry answered encouraging, but Ginny didn't listen, because she'd glanced towards the entrance to the Hall where a certain group of Slytherins drawled in. She took a deep breath as Draco looked at her smirking, then she concentrated on the two huge characters behind the blonde and at once she realized one thing. 'I don't know who's Crabbe!' she thought and looked at Draco with a confused expression which he only returned with a mocked one.

But Ginny was not going to let Draco win just because he'd fooled her. She rose abruptly leaving a surprised Harry behind. "Wait!" she exclaimed and ran towards the Slytherins. "Crabbe?" she said and walked towards the boys, but she didn't let her eyes go off Draco because she knew he would give his friend away.

The next second Draco glanced towards the boy with the shortest hair and Ginny took a deep breath.

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Draco strolled hungry through the empty corridors. He was heading towards the kitchen. This evening he and Ginny had had detention on different locations, both going through old student-records though, and Draco had had if possible a even more boring evening than usual.

Finally he reached the right portrait. He tickled the pear and stepped in to collide with a storm of red. She lost her balance and was falling backwards but Draco's seeker reflexes reacted and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his arms.

He felt her chest heave up and down and her breath warm his shoulder as she breathed heavily. She'd obviously been shocked when he'd run into her. He slowly losened his grip to let her leave his arms but noticed very soon that she remained in the same position."You're okay?" he asked.

"Draco Malfoy," she said and looked up at him as she made a space on a couple of inches between them. "I am surprised, there is something in there."

He puckered a brow and frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"A heart," she said plainly and strolled over to a table where food was served. "you do have one."

He gave he a glare as she sat down but decided to ignore her. "What are we celebrating Red?" he asked instead and sat down beside her grabbing a plate.

"Well," she said and closed her eyes to think which gave Draco time to watch her. Her red hair fell unruly down her shoulders and a small smile played on her lips. She was wearing the normal shirt and skirt but had removed both the tie and her shoes and socks and sat barefoot. "It's friday," she told him and opened her eyes, "and we only have a week left of the detention."

"That's indeed something to celebrate, but," he answered and pulled out his wand. "there's something missing." He waved the wand and the next second a half-empty bottle came flying towards them.

"I see you've been practising on non-verbal spells," Ginny said as she watched him catch the bottle. "And is that what I think it is?" she smiled and puckered him a brow.

"Blaise's fire-whiskey," Draco grinned and poured her a glass. "you're not too goody goody for some?"

For an answer Ginny grabbed her glass and sank the content on a few seconds making Draco nod approving and refill her glass before grabbing one for himself.

Two hours later the bottle was empty and they were both drunk. Not very, but enough to make them . Draco was sitting leaned back against his chair watching Ginny giggle as she stumbled off her chair and heaved up to sit on the table facing him. They locked their gazes and lapsed into silence before Ginny, who'd been sitting leaned forward, lost her balance and fell onto Draco, who fell down on the floor with her on top of him, making them both burst into laughter

He brushed the hair out of her face. "So, what did the GO-lden Tri-O say after your preformance?"

Ginny cleared her throat and sat with some effort up on Draco's stomach. "Like this:" she said. "Ron; 'Ginevra Molly Weasley, I forbid you to ever sing that song again!'" she did her imitation of her brother with a deep voice and waving her arms without control before calming down and put her hands on her hips and getting a motherly expression. "Hermione; 'Ginny, what's wrong? I'm sure there's something, or else you wouldn't have done that. Do you fancy Crabbe?'" Draco laughed as she calmed down and ruffled her hair and put her hands in her pockets with a crooked smile on her lips. "Harry; 'Eer, well... Gin, I... Have you being hit by a bludger lately, shall I walk you to the hospital wing?'"

They burst out into laughter again, and Draco pulled Ginny down again. "I've always, aalways, known that they were jerks...Gryffindorks!"

"You," Ginny said harshly and poked him in the chest. "Where's the bottle?"

"There," he pointed to his right and watched her as she rolled off him and crept over to the bottle. "but I warn you, it would be-"

"Empty!" she exclaimed and held the bottle upside down over her head. "Naaw."

He chuckled. "Poor Ginny, nothing more to drink and the throat all dried out."

Ginny nodded as she crept back to Draco and placed herself beside him. "yea, one can't help feeling sorry for me." She cuddled up against him and pulled out her hand to his hair. "I like it now, you know, much better short."

He gave her a surprised expession. "You do?"

"Yes, you look like Andy Garcia in the godfather, a blonde Andy Garcia."

"Andy who?"

She sighed and rolled over so that she laid on top of him. "Doesn't matter," she said and untied his silver and green tie. "can you tell me Mr. Malfoy, why the floor is moving?"

"Miss Weasley, no clue," he answered and they lapsed into laughter. "could be you."

She smiled and leaned forward brushing her nose against his. "Or you." She whispered before he catched her lips with his.

Woooh, This came out... another way then what I expected, but it could be interesting... or else I'll just rewrite this one.

But you know what? They really needed to free the tensions between them anyways...so.

Review please.
/Hunny