Ginny sat under her favorite tree, huddled over her books and in a right foul mood.
She'd slept in, due to being out the previous night talking to Malfoy until nearly two in the morning, and had missed breakfast and half of Potions.
She'd received detention.
She had a small break before Transfiguration in which to calm her seething self, when she realized that when she'd left the common room in a fury, she also left behind her half-finished essay for McGonagall, which the house elves threw away. She was quickly trying to scribble down what she could remember to turn in something rather than nothing, and had, consequently, been five minutes late to class.
She received detention, lost five house points, and was awarded an extra essay on top of her late one.
Things began to look up during lunch, when her favorite meal was served, and Ginny forgot all about the last minute studying she'd planned on doing before her Care of Magical Creatures test.
She did so poorly that Hagrid held her back after class, prying into her life and trying to fix what wasn't broken.
To her enjoyment, she had a free block next, and decided to get some of her Transfiguration done before supper.
She was partially succeeding, until a shadow fell over her book.
"I'm not in the mood, Malfoy."
"Bad day?"
"Must I repeat myself? Just go away, will you? I'm busy."
"Ha, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Red, but this is my tree. In case you don't recall, I was here first last night."
She didn't even have to look up, but continued skimming her text. "Yes, well, I'm here first today, and I'm not in the mood for you."
"This is my tree, Weasley. There's no written rule that I can't be here."
Ginny looked up at him. He was smirking. Damn to hell that smirk. She pulled out a blank piece of parchment and scribbled something down. She then took a spare quill and jabbed the sign into the tree:
No Slytherins Allowed
He laughed at her. "Think you're so clever, don't you?" he nudged her leg with his foot when she didn't answer him. She looked up again. "What if I were to tell you that I would give up my house and transfer to Hufflepuff, just so I could sit by you?"
Ginny quirked an eyebrow. "You wouldn't. You would never transfer to Hufflepuff."
He smirked again. "Maybe not. Ravenclaw then. Or Gryffindor."
"Ha!" the thought was hilarious. "There's no way we would accept you, Malfoy. You'd be a social outcast. You would sleep in the hall."
"A sacrifice I would make, for you."
She prayed to Merlin that he really was teasing her. The last thing she needed was a love struck Malfoy following her around.
"How about it? Hmm? Could I sit here then?"
Ginny shook her head, trying hard not to smile at the boy's antics. She didn't need to encourage his behavior.
"We could start a club. Potter Stinks. Yes, that would be a very nice club."
Ginny laughed a little. Just some, but enough for him to figure out that she was breaking.
"What if I told you that you were absolutely incredible? That I love your hair when it's not burning my eyeballs, and that you are the only person that can make me smile, and that Potter has no idea what he's giving up?"
Ginny looked up at him for the third time. "Depends. Would you speak the truth?"
He nodded without hesitation, smirking still. Ginny sighed, pulling out another piece of parchment and her last spare quill.
He smiled at what she wrote and sat down, leaning over and skimming her essay. "So what happened?"
---Change of perspective---
It was a gloriously sunny day. The grass was warm, the breeze cool and the water perfect for swimming. It wasn't a day to be trapped inside.
Strange things happened at Hogwarts everyday. Things that no one would ever imagine. The thing the students discovered today while milling around the grounds, was Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, sitting together under a tree.
Curiously, students casually made their way past the two. They heard Ginny, describing in detail what a horrible day she'd had and Draco nodding and making small comments.
They saw the two, exchanging words peacefully, leaning against each other underneath two pieces of parchment nailed to the tree. The top read:
No Slytherins Allowed
And beneath it:
Malfoys Okay.
---More announcements---
It seems no matter how much I try to write a oneshot, I always find a way to add on to it. But this really is the end…just had that idea and thought it would be cute. I had to write something…I'm having trouble concentrating on my other stuff.