Temper
He jumped off his broom and sat down on the stands so that he was facing her. Her eyes were closed, but he knew that she knew he had arrived, and soon she smiled, opening them slowly.
"Tired, freckles?" he asked and took off his gloves made out of real dragon skin.
"Couldn't we have met during the day?" she asked and yawned, "I have studying to do."
"Oh," he said, a sarcastic expression grew on his face, "sorry, I forgot you're such a diligent girl, Ginny."
"Shut it, Malfoy." She answered and stood up, irritated.
"But then, if I think about it," he continued. "You have to, to be able to repay all the debts of your family."
"Oh yeah," she snapped and spun around, "Then why do you study at all, 'Mr. Financially-independent-because-my-father-pays-for-it-all'?"
"You know nothing about me, so please shut up!" he hissed and grabbed her arm.
"Fond of my arm, are you?" she said in a hoarse voice, "You seem to wanna hug it a lot."
"At least everything I do isn't done," he said through gritted teeth, "For Potter."
Ginny's eyes grew wide and for a moment they lapsed into silence, before she pulled her arm out of his grip. "So, that's what it's all about?" she asked, "The Harry Potter."
"Isn't it always about him?"
"We could have kept him out of this, we really could. And then, you go and shove him up in my face, and spoil it all."
He looked at her, amazed. Her brown eyes were burning, and her hair seemed to have grown bigger out of anger. She was wearing a pair of baggy worn-out jeans and a brown cardigan over a white t-shirt. Draco closed his eyes, and decided to grow back into his old character for a while. When he once again looked up, a smirk played on his lips.
"Temper, temper, freckles," He said and sat down negligently, "It doesn't suit your face to be all red."
Ginny flinched, as she noticed he used an expression that she herself had used at least two times, and probably without even realizing it himself. He turned his gaze over to the Quidditch pitch, and so it became possible for her to scrutinize him. He was still dressed in his school uniform, but Ginny didn't really mind since she thought it suited him, but he'd taken off his Slytherin tie and unbuttoned the collar. She tilted her head and noticed that in the strange night-light, his hair almost glowed of silver and, suddenly, he matched perfectly with his robes, and she understood why she liked it when he wore them.
She sat down next to him, "This is all so odd," She said and sighed, looking at him. "Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy, having a real conversation."
He gave her a strange look, "Well, it isn't the first time," he said and smirked, "We've known each other for over a month now."
"That's...right," Ginny answered thoughtfully, and immediately she came to think of something. She reached out her hand in greeting to a oblivious Draco. "Hi," she said smiling and took Draco's hand, "I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley."
"Eer," Draco said confused, but as Ginny smiled encouraging he let it go, "Draco Malfoy."
"Pleased to meet you, Draco."
"You too," Draco said, and he realized this was the perfect moment to tell her what he had had in mind, "a real pleasure, and by the way, I dare you."
"Oh, Draco Malfoy, you do?"
"I dare you to piss Potter and your brother off completely for a week."
She puckered him a brow, "I already am," she said and snorted, "What kind of lame dare is that?"
Draco ignored her, "I dare you to piss them off for a week by starting to hit on Blaise Zabini."
Ginny dropped her chin, "You mean, the guy my brother snogged in the Great Hall?"
"Positive."
She nodded, and a mischievous smile grew on her lips. This would indeed piss Ron off, and maybe he would stop ranting about her and Draco. "One week from today?"
"We'll meet in the unused classroom on third floor at one thirty," Draco answered satisfied, this was definitely going to end hers and Potters relationship, "One week from today."
He rose and was just about to leave on his broom, when she stopped him with a small hand on his shoulder. He turned around and looked into her big brown eyes with a wondering expression.
"Draco," she said, "I don't know, but maybe we should start insulting each other again?"
"Sure," he answered without looking her in the eyes, and Ginny knew he didn't agree.
"Hey," she whispered firmly and placed a hand on his cheek, "Look at me. I don't want to either. But it's just... my brother. I don't want you to get into trouble."
He nodded, and gently he took her hand in his and conducted it back to her side before letting it go. "I know," he answered as he grabbed his broom and jumped on it. "See you in a week, freckles."
Ginny stayed and watched him leave towards school. This was all so confusing.
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