Author's Note: I was going to stop writing fan fiction completely after reading the sixth book because it not only stunned me but saddened me so much that I couldn't bare to write or think of the character that had died in the story. I'm glad, however, that the people who've read my story think the story is great and like how I kept (tried) the characters out of OOC. In fact, the reviews I've gotten are the only reason why I'm continuing.
Nemo Autem Mei Amor
Chapter Two
"Malfoy," Ginny said, eyeing the form that appeared asleep but she was sure he wasn't because she felt his stare once in a while during their half-hour of silence ever since the fight between them. "Malfoy," she said more urgently now; he didn't move. "I know you're not asleep, you great prat," she snapped moving off the bed towards him--she wanted her blanket back.
When she reached his bed she reached over to his arm to shake him and frowned finding it much warmer then it had been a half-an-hour ago. Fine, she thought in irritation, if he wants to be stubborn…I'll steal it back. As she moved her hand up to the top layer of the blanket Malfoy's hand reached up and grasped her causing her to scream in fright. "Malfoy!" she shouted her voice loud with anger and surprise. He smiled and Ginny scowled as he did so.
"You're cold," he said, eyes still closed. Ginny opened her mouth to argue but he moved over to the left of his bed and Ginny had to bend over because he still had her arm and the length he placed between them. His eyes opened and Ginny's scowl deepened as she tried prying her arm away from him, however, the hold he seem to have on her was impossible. She opened her mouth to retort again but he cut her off; "I'm not giving your blanket back and you're freezing so why don't you just-"
"No," Ginny snapped, tugging her arm even harder but Malfoy barely moved under her tugs. "Why do you even bother?"
"Well," Malfoy said, sounding tired, "didn't you hear Dumbledore say we're sharing a room from here on? Or were you too busy daydreaming about someone saving you again…a certain scar faced Potter?"
She paused at pulling her arm free and laughed at him. "Oh, don't tell me that you're jealous Malfoy, that's rich, especially coming from you. Anyways, who said that there was only going to be one bed in that blasted place? Dumbledore might be kind to-"
"So, you weren't listening," he accused, his features darkening slightly. "Look, the room is going to be like a master bed room with a den. Haven't you ever seen your parents bedroom? One bed, Weasley. One. Now, in bed, now."
"No," Ginny said, glaring at Malfoy who shrugged at her answer. Before she could react her tugged her arm and once she stumbled foreword near the bed he dragged the rest of her body up onto the bed. She would've relaxed in the warmth if it hadn't been shared and given by a certain ferret. Ginny tried to sit up but Malfoy pushed her down with his hand on her shoulder. "I thought you were really tired," she snapped, shoving his hand off her shoulder.
"I was," he said, his tone was airy and light as if they spoke of the weather or who was worst as a teacher. She felt something move nearby her fingers and realized her was trying to reach for her hand; she snapped it out of the bed and rolled over so her back was too him. She could move, she could get out of the bed right now but then she'd be left in the cold and she really didn't want to fight Malfoy for the blankets since it was obvious that she was powerless against him with her wand. She folded her hands under her head since Malfoy's head was still on it and if she wanted to lie on it then she would have to lie right next to him. Which, was something she did not plan on doing.
"You could lie on my pillow instead of using-" he began after noticing her position.
"-No, I like-"
"Using your hands? Don't you find them a bit uncomfortable?"
"No, what I meant to say before you interrupted is that I like to be away from you," she said, her voice was strained with anger. She closed her eyes and shifted uncomfortable as silence enveloped both of them. Ginny closed her eyes, licked her lips, wiggled around, and sighed before admitting to herself that what she had said was cruel even if it was to Malfoy. She turned over and found him staring up to the ceiling; his eyes not moving to the sound of the bed creaking at her movement. No, she would never be able to say she was sorry to Malfoy in his face. So, instead of mouthing out the words she moved so her head was on the pillow and they both didn't move for a while. Then Malfoy rolled over to his side so that they were face to face. He placed a hand on her waist but didn't move to do anything else as he closed his eyes that had been watching hers carefully as he did this.
Then, even though it seemed to be a faze, it was Ginny who moved closer as if she was being pulled on an invisible string. It had been Ginny who buried herself against his collarbone and breath in his soapy scent. It was Ginny who tangled their legs together and fell asleep with a faint unknown smile on her lips. And, finally, it was Draco who curled the rest of his arm on her waist to hold her closer before completely coming to sleep.
"Wow," Harry said, he shook his head slightly at Ron's explanation to why Ginny had gone to the Hospital Wing the past night. "That's…the whole thing with…wow," Harry continued his eyes staring into the fire. His face paled slightly and the fire's light glimmered onto his glasses and his green eyes seem lost beneath the reflection.
"Isn't there anyway to stop this?" Hermione asked, her brows had crept forward in a worried expression as she gazed onto Ron's furious face and onto the other's brothers who bore the same expression.
"'Fraid not," Charlie grumbled, who was sitting next to Hermione with his eyes on the fire as well, "Mcgonagal says they've tried everything before they could tell us."
"Oh," Hermione said, and Ron knew that she was considering the library despite what Charlie had said, "well, what about your mum and dad? Aren't they here as well?"
Fred snickered, his dark expression lighting a bit. "Mum and dad are having a row with the Malfoy's," he said now grinning, "I don't think mum's ever been that mad to someone who's out of the family."
"Yeah," George said, nodding, "she had her wand out and everything."
"No," Hermione said, shaking her head from side to side, "no, I don't think that…your mum would never do that…she's-"
"She's too nice?" Ron finished for her, and Hermione nodded her expression still serious and completely in thought, "well, yeah but you should've heard her Mione. She flipped! She nearly chocked Malfoy's mum and everything!"
"What?" Harry and Hermione both said together.
"Yeah, she went wild! She said it was there fault and when they said something about how if it was their fault the wouldn't have chosen someone as stupid as Ginny. Course--"
"And you didn't do anything?" Harry asked, his cheeks were coloring somewhat and the whole room which was filled with all the Weasley brothers, Hermione, and himself turned to look at him. Hermione's expression changed for a moment but Harry ignored it before continuing on. "If I were you lot I would've just jumped the Malfoy's myself-"
"Here, here!" George said, nodding.
"Cheers!" Fred said, nodding as well before sharing a knowing look with his twin brother who returned it with a grin.
"-If this hadn't happen I…I would've…" he trailed off and slumped back into his seat in silence while the other's exchanged looks of confusion and some, amusement.
After a moment of whispering and Harry remaining silent, seeming to be in complete thought, Hermione cleared her throat and asked: "so, when will we see Ginny?"
"That's the problem," Bill said, who had been leaning against the side of the fireplace, "they don't want us to see them. Apparently we'd cause a ruckus…or worse we'd injure the bloody bloke."
"They're more scared of Fred and George over there," Charlie said, smirking slightly, "afraid that Malfoy won't be smart enough not to take any of their, er, welcoming presents."
"If we wanted to hurt him-" Fred began pulling out his wand.
"-We wouldn't do anything dirty like that-" George continued drawing his own out while Fred twirled his between his fingers.
"-We'd do it right to his ugly face," Fred finished blowing at the top of his wand like the muggles do in movies with their guns. George nodded, smirking and nodding over at Fred who nodded back. George looked to find Hermione eyeing them both suspiciously and when he winked at her she only glared back with a: don't even think about it, look.
The rest however, had laughed at Fred and Georges little comment. Then Bill straightened and shook his head slightly. "Better not do anything mum will find out about it," Bill said, and after looking over to find a disgruntled Hermione he added, "or Hermione."
The group laughed once more and the mood lightened somewhat before the portrait opened and the two red-heads filed in with their faces flushed. The shorter one, glared daggers at her husband who tried to calm her down on the way there but seemed to have no luck as he pulled his arm quickly away for fear of angering his wife more.
She stopped placing her neatly folded shirt into her new drawers and spun around to see Malfoy completely unfazed by their conversation as he continued to use his wand and place everything where he wanted. "I didn't!" she shouted, becoming tired at their conversation, "you must've pulled me over in your sleep or something!"
He turned for a moment to look at her before going back to work; Ginny closed her eyes and spun on her own heel as she continued to place away her clothes--the muggle way. Be nice, Dumbledore had said, try to get along with one another if it seems to fail try to control your anger. He had added the ending with a wink that Ginny had to roll her eyes at with a smile.
"You were awake," Malfoy said, in a bored tone and with the sound of walking Ginny knew he was walking around the room and hoped it wasn't nearing her, "you moved on your own accord and you placed yourself against me. I didn't move you as you said," Malfoy said and Ginny spun around in her anger to find that he had taken off his shirt to change into a new one. She swallowed, anger forgotten, and turned back to pretend that she was reorganizing her shirts by color.
After a moment she heard him walking around again but refrained from turning around for fearing (and oddly, wanting) that he'd be changing his trousers next or begin to walk around in his shorts. She closed her drawer and began to place pictures of family and friends onto the bureau. She paused as she picked up from last summer which was just weeks away; so very near, and so tempting to go back but to far and forbidden all the same. The picture had been taken by her mum when they had drove over to the beach; Ginny remembered a point when Fred and George found Ron running across the sand because he swore he saw a spider crawl right in front of his face. The picture was her, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry had picked her up and twirled her around and while they laughed Hermione was laughing as Ron hair colored from red to a violent shade of violet.
"No comment then?" Malfoy voice shook her out of the memory, and her turned to over her left shoulder where she found him looming and staring at the picture in her hand. "Potter," she thought she heard him jeer but then he said, "your brother looks good like that," he said, pointing at Ron's violet hair.
She shrugged and placed away the picture an odd feel of sadness clawing at her as she watch herself fall along with Harry still laughing. She suddenly turned to Malfoy who had his eyes already on her and said: "What comment?"
"Towards you throwing yourself all over me," he said, a slight smirk on his lips before he turned around and sat on their bed. Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and watch as he leaned onto the pillows; one thing she knew for sure about taking that little nap with Malfoy, before they were sent to their new quarters, was that any pain she had experienced for weeks seem to ebb away--at least for the time being. "Out of curiosity," Malfoy said when Ginny hadn't answered, "were you and Potter a couple?"
Ginny laughed and Malfoy who had placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes in a relaxed manner peered at her with one eye. "I don't believe you," she said, still laughing slightly, "you're jealous! I thought it was all a joke back in the infirmary but you're jealous!"
Instead of he angry retort Ginny had expected from Malfoy he had shrugged and admitted to what she said which not only baffled her but made her feel sorry for even mentioning the conversation. "Potter's the one who got everything that doesn't need money," Malfoy had said, waving a hand as if the conversion about being jealous towards your enemy wasn't a matter.
"So you are then?" she asked, finding she had to hide the fact that her voice was shaking so much. The mere thought of having Malfoy jealous over Harry because of her was oddly too satisfying for her liking. "You are jealous?"
He had closed his eyes again for a moment before, now, opening them both and staring at her with them. It was a sharp look and Ginny frowned under it before he gave her an answer, "you should know that I'm telling you all this rubbish because you're going to be my wife and, oddly, my mother said to never lie to you so…yes, sometimes I am."
"You're mum?" Ginny asked, grabbing at the new conversation, "so you care lots for her? I mean, you wouldn't have listened to her if you didn't, would you?"
"Yes," Draco said, "and despite what you may think I care lots for my father as well."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "You and your mother may have a chance at coming onto my nice side, however, your father is a different story. I still hate him; which is why I hated you."
Malfoy was quiet for sometime after she said this; his eyes strayed from hers up to the ceiling of the bed before back onto her. When he spoke his voice was soft and thoughtful: "you said 'hated' so, you like me now?"
"No."
"Dislike me, then?"
"Highly."
"All right" he said, his regular smirk on his lips, "I suppose I can take that."
Ginny merely rolled her eyes before leaving the room for the loo.