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Anime10473: Ginny's mind is far too boggled to be worried over why he's laughing but she still isn't convinced that he isn't standing there talking to her whilst Crabbe and Goyle are in the corner snickering over her reactions. His behavior in the past makes him seem a bit doped up to be nice to her.

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Chapter Five: The Hogwarts Way to Have Lunch

Over and over again Ginny played what happened during breakfast… or rather before it when she was stupidly alone in the Great Hall.

She should never be alone in the Great Hall.

Being alone in the Great Hall meant assholes like Malfoy could be there alone in the Great Hall with her.

And that was dangerous.

That was so very dangerous.

Especially since Ginny thought about him. A lot. A very lot a lot. It was obsessive, this thinking and dreaming and fantasizing. She could see it now.

He's walking towards her in the hallway. Both on the other side. She rolls her eyes, bemused at his presence, but not wanting to show interest. He closes the gap in one of those romantic and suave steps. They're next to a room. An empty room.

She doesn't figure out how he knows this but he does and he thrusts open the door and pushes the two of them in, closing it behind him all with one free arm, his other around her waist. He's looking deeply into her eyes and she into his.

His hair falls free from it's gelly prison as if all the gel product had disappeared, which it did. She runs her fingers through his hair and smirks, telling him he's stupid for believing he's good enough for her. She's confident. Obviously this is a fantasy.

He smirks back and kisses her chin whispering how he'll bow down to her and make her think he's the best thing since sliced bread.

She asks what food has anything to do with this situation and he agrees it was stupid to bring it up and that he should redeem himself.

In doing so he does that thing where he cups her thigh and pulls her against him, therein lifting her onto a table and presses his lips to hers in a fury of passion and lust.

And then she woke up because lunch didn't last that long and by the time your ice cream had melted you knew to give up all hope of eating it.

Ginny sighed and gathered up her sprawled about things, slinging her now completely full book back over her neck is the strap rested on her shoulder, the filled side against her hip and she moved in the crowd toward the exit/entrance to go to class. Not that her mind could take it anyway.

She hated the idea that the teacher would ask her who the first Ministry official was to become Minister of Magic and in a daze she would say Draco's name. What an idiot if she did.

But there was still hope for her yet. Maybe if she saw him kick a small puppy or harm a child? Or visa versa? Right?

Right?

Ginny decided that if the day were going to get any better it would have to do so in the next seven minutes or she would give all hope of life as she knew it and wind up like that lady that every neighborhood has who collects poor defenseless animals and then trains them to clean her house.

She also found it utterly useless to end this sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach that lurched whenever she felt like she was around him.

Or now.

Because that feeling was there. Most likely because she could… smell him? Note to self, stop smelling people when they aren't there.

"Weasley." Came a soft voice from behind her, lingering as hot breath caressed her ear. Ginny's body went rigid like a board and she turned her head to see Malfoy behind her, looking smug and arrogant as usual. "Good to see you again." He added and with the most amazing subtlety she had ever seen he placed his hands on her hips, as he was standing directly behind her.

Her throat felt dry and her voice too thick to be relinquished from the prison in her diaphragm. So why did she start coughing violently? She saw Draco smirk and felt herself pulled off to the back of the exiting crowd.

Why?

What?

WHY!

Ginny patted her chest before she turned to see that she was now alone. In the Great Hall. Alone in the Great Hall with Draco Malfoy.

Wait. Wasn't she just saying that was a BAD idea? "Dr-Draco what are you doing?" She coughed, covering her mouth in confusion.

She felt his fingers twitch on her hips as his eyes settled on her lips. Noticing the edges of his lips twitch upwards, Ginny frowned as he pushed his body close to hers. "Why don't you tell me what you think I'm doing."

Ginny frowned and tried to step back, finding there was a wall there. "You're trying very hard to scare me to death. That's what you're doing." She stated flatly and hurriedly, her voice cut off as his hands graced the lower part of her back.

His lips curved and parted, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Wrong." He whispered.

Draco was smirking madly. Just like a madman. Ever since seeing her that one day, he was fascinated by her change over the summer. She was so much more independent, so much more outgoing. So much more gorgeous than she had been the year previous.

Not that she hadn't been okay the year before but he loved how she hit a growth spurt. A few inches was always nice. Her hair had fallen into her face, shadowing her eyes. Leaning in a little further he nudged her jaw line with his nose.

Almost obediently he saw her head tilt apprehensively. Smirking he nipped her ear, his stomach lurching pleasantly at the sound of her breath catch.

His heart was racing and he felt his fingers twitch again, begging to roam, but he kept himself under control, not wanting to be slapped with a charged of harassment.

Not that he wasn't sort of doing that already, but she wasn't protesting.

Mainly because she couldn't breath. Ginny was definitely having troubles breathing.

Her chest was rising and falling but oxygen was not going to the brain. Her eyes were wide and she was still avoiding the idea that maybe Draco was trying to, well, be romantic with her.

That idea was just so farfetched. Even when Draco pulled back slowly and still smiling… nice smile… his eyes on hers… beautiful eyes… his lips moving closer… thick lips.

Wait. What?

There was the connection, and then the sound of her hand hitting his face. Hard.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" Ginny hollered, the room felt as if it was shaking.

She slipped out from his grasp and moved away from him, back towards the tables which were now being cleaned off by the house elves.

Which were currently distracted by the unfolding scene.

Draco rubbed his cheek pitifully, a pout situated on his features. "Well that certainly wasn't what I was expecting." He cooed and looked over to her. "Bit ungrateful, aren't you?" He sniffled, still rubbing his cheek.

Infuriated, her small fists balled up so her knuckles shown white she took a deep breath. "What reaction were you expecting? AN AWARD OR SOMETHING!"

Draco's eyes squinted for a moment and he walked over to her, hands waving her volume down. "Can you stop yelling for a moment?"

Ginny closed her eyes and replied the best she could. "NO!"

Draco winced and rubbed his now thrumming ears. "Then just don't talk while I get my hearing back."

Before he could add on to that sentence he heard a growl before Ginny gathered up her disheveled things and with an "Ooo-Malfoy I'll kill you," headed out of the Great Hall.

Ginny threw her things down onto the couch in the joint commons room and fell into the chair beside it. "Why me?" She sighed.

"Why you what?" Harry Potter walked into the room and sat down on the couch, moving her stuff over and patting the cushion beside him.

Ginny nodded and moved over to the place beside him, sighing once more and collapsing beside him, her head on his shoulder. "I've just had the most unwanted day ever known to man and I'm wondering why God hates me." She stated flatly.

Harry's brows furrowed and as per usual he began to caress her arm as he listened in. "What are you talking about?"

Ginny looked up to him, her small hand balling up in his shirt. She was contemplating whether or not it would be a good idea to tell him about her run-ins with Draco. She decided, however, not to keep it from her now very good friend.

"Well see it all started on the train on the way over…" She spent the next entirety of the hour taking up the class period they both had off together and the break between class and dinner to tell her story.

If she wasn't mistaken, when Harry heard about how Draco rudely commented about her skirt and then the most recent happening his body tensed up and he avoided eye contact.

That didn't mean anything did it?

She felt his chest tighten at the end. "He did, did he." Harry whispered out, his hand now tight on her arm. As Ginny nodded her hair tickled his hand and he shivered.

"I'm-sorry?" She added, looking at him worriedly. Wait, what was she sorry about?

"There's no reason for you to apologize Gins," Harry replied, his voice low and oddly soothing. His hand returned to the gentle caress and Ginny put her head down. It was common now for people to see them like this.

Ever since Harry had saved her life they were like brother and sister. It was nothing unusual.

And so when people started to filter into the room to drop off there things and wait for dinner to be served, it wasn't in the least bit surprising to find Harry Potter asleep with Ginny Weasley, also asleep, in his arms.

It was cute though.