Blushes
After passing through the barrier with Ron, Harry, and Hermione, Ginny began searching for her true friends. Hermione was chattering on incessantly, her bushy hair crackling with excitement.
"Oh, Harry, Ron, I can't believe one of you wasn't made head boy! I wonder who'll be sharing the head dorms with me! It's a tremendous honour, you know, " blathered Hermione, "I can take SPEW so much further."
Ginny snorted, giving Harry a private room would spell certain doom for the wizarding world. Voldemort would win by default, as Harry would refuse to leave his room until he shagged the whole of female Britain, maybe even some of the more strapping males too. He'd have to start a mail order shag business. And, Ron, well, Ron was just…stupid, er, stupid but loyal. On second thought, maybe Harry should have his own room.
"Bloody hell. Look at the Slytherins, strutting about as if they own the place," Ron complained.
Spinning about at the mention of Slytherin, Ginny ended her search.
"PANS!" Ginny yelled, pushing Ron out of the way, as she flung herself towards the slender, brunette Slytherin.
"GIN!" Pansy shrieked back as the two girls embraced each other. Blaise and Damien came up to meet Ginny. Blaise stood around 6'1 with tan skin, deep mahogany eyes, and unruly black hair. There was no denying it; Blaise was hot. Damien, on the other hand, stood around 5'10, but he still towered over Ginny at 5'2, with sea blue eyes and dark brown hair. Ginny's mood was instantly lifted, but where was Draco?
Meanwhile, three golden Gryffindors stood hanging with their mouths agape.
"Oh, dear brother, do you think you can manage my trunks? That would be absolutely corking," Ginny yelled, as she walked away chortling with her friends.
As the clambered on the train, Ginny immediately turned towards the corridor that the Slytherins usually occupied on the train.
"Not so fast, little Gryff," Blaise chided, "You aren't going down there Gin."
"What, afraid to be seen with a Weasley," Ginny spat, highly affronted.
"No, I'm afraid of what other Slytherins would do to Potter's golden girl," at that comment Ginny punched him, "Besides, I've scored us better seats," he said laughingly, as he led them towards the end of the last corridor to…
"Sweet Circe, Blaise! You didn't tell me you were head boy! Hermione is going to piss herself!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Well, I—
"Actually, this is my compartment, Weasley," came a cool drawl from the window seat, "and I don't recall inviting you to join me"
Ginny gasped as she faced a regal looking Draco Malfoy with his Head Boy badge pinned to his school uniform. Ginny's grip on Blaise's arm tightened as she glanced at the sexy smirk that made her weak in the knees. Ginny began to wonder what those smirking lips would feel like pressed against her own. Her eyes widened as she frantically tried to collect her thoughts.
But before she could stop herself the words, "Well, I don't see your name on it," popped out of her mouth. Ginny could feel a blush spread over her face and creep down her neck as she inwardly cringed. Of all the witty phrases she could have said, of all the spiteful comebacks she could have uttered, she said that. It was official, Ginny Weasley wanted to die. But instead of saving herself, she turned to Blaise and said a bit uncertainly, "Well, it's not, is it?"
Her only response was a snort of laughter. She looked towards Damien who just rolled his eyes; probably ruing the day he dated this idiotic Gryffindor. Ginny spun about to check the outside of the door, and there in flowing silver script:
Head Boy Compartment
Draco Malfoy
How could she have missed that? Ginny uttered a soft "oh", and turned back around to face the mirthless compartment. Her blush had now deepened, but thank Merlin, she never turned purple, as Ron was fond of doing. She glanced at Pansy who was shaking her head; Blaise and Damien were both currently sniggering. Ginny slowly raised her eyes to Draco Malfoy to admit defeat and leave, but she was surprised to find his normally cool, expressionless gray eyes dancing with amusement.
"Have I finally rendered the spit-fire Ginerva Weasley speechless? I knew you were to poor to string a sentence together unless you were begging for food," Draco taunted.
Draco was hoping this would rile Ginny Weasley up, he thought she looked incredibly beautiful when she was boiling mad. Not many people stood up to him, but she wasn't terrified of him in the least, and he respected that. In fact, he respected her. He finally admitted to himself, in his sixth year, that she had bested him with that infamous bat-bogey hex in his 5th year. Draco Malfoy may be arrogant, but he knew when he had been beat. He thought Ginny had something special, yet he knew Ginny would never give anything special to him.
"Bugger off, Draco, or I'll hex you something awful. No doubt you've missed my bat-bogey hex. Sad that the only things in the castle willing to come close to your face are bogeys," Ginny spat back. Draco's eyes yet again surprised her, for they held no trace of malice. They still shimmered with amusement and had turned to a light silver. Momentarily captured by there depths, she lost all train of thought. Ginny's anger ebbed away and she visibly relaxed, "Besides, who in their right mind would want to sit with a mudblood, a Gryffindor man-whore, and the proverbial dim-witted sidekick. Even you can't be so cruel as to force me to endure them," she said to Draco.
Draco's eyes registered a small amount of surprise at hearing Ginny's berate her friends, especially her own blood, in such a manner. Even Ginny was taken aback at how easily Mudblood rolled off her tongue, although she did feel a twinge of quilt. Draco inclined his head slightly to signal she had passed his test. She flung herself into the empty seat facing Draco.
Immediately, chattering broke out among the five-some. They talked of their summers, quidditch, upcoming death eater initiations and the hi-jinks Potter would get up to this year. Eventually, Damien and Pansy were regaling the group about a family 'reunion,' mostly comprised of stony-faced death eaters, when Ginny lost interest. She studied the boy, no man, in front of her. One would probably not call Draco Malfoy "drop dead sexy," nor would women demand that he slam them against the wall and fuck them senseless. Though, he had done that before, she knew, but not from personal experience. His features had become less pointed, his shoulders had broadened, his muscles were well defined from quidditch, and if he had been standing he would have stood at 6'1. And his eyes, when he wasn't controlling his emotions, she noticed his eyes would change color depending on his mood. Ginny longed to see all of the varying shades. Draco Malfoy was…handsome. She noticed that Draco was now staring back at her and she started, slightly, with embarrassment and quickly looked out the window. She wondered what it would feel like to be embraced in his strong arms; just as she began to daydream about kissing him in his private room, the door to the compartment flung open.
Draco's P.O.V.
Draco could feel the little weasel's gaze upon him throughout the conversation. He vaguely wondered if she liked what she saw. He cast a swift glance in her direction and made eye contact. Her cheeks reddened slightly when she was caught staring. Draco, in turn, took in the sight before him. Ginerva was a petite girl of 5'2; she had a slender waist and what seemed like perfect B-cup breasts. Her long, wavy, red hair was swept up in a ponytail. Draco almost groaned. He wanted to know what it felt like to thread his fingers through those deep red locks. Ginny was beautifully pale, like himself, her soft ivory skin held no imperfections. Draco studied Ginny's face. She had a cute little nose, and her face was sprinkled with cinnamon freckles. Her bright brown eyes were the picture of innocence, framed by golden lashes. She appeared to be a Gryffindor through and through, but the petite girl had surprised them all. He wondered if she had freckles all over her body; she had a smattering of freckles on her arms. Draco vowed that he would find every single freckle on her body and kiss them all, even if it took years- if she let him. Draco Malfoy held many unsavory attributes, but he wasn't a rapist. Overall, Ginny Weasley was beautiful. Not drop dead sexy, in fact, boys might even just pass her over and move onto some Barbie proto-type, but if you really looked at Ginerva Weasley, you discovered that she was gorgeous. And Draco really looked. He like that she had an earthy, raw, sex appeal that most girls failed to possess. His gaze shifted to her soft, full pink lips, and just as he began to daydream about kissing her in his private room, when the door to the compartment flung open.
"Pansy, Blaise, Draco!" cried Millicent Bulstrode, "Come quick. You have to see this. Goyle has got girls flocking to him—
"What did he do, get a new face?" Ginny interjected.
Millicent only glared, "No, I think some dark magic is going on. You guys need to come sort this out, the girls are getting violent with one another."
Pansy bolted up immediately to help, Blaise bolted too, but only because he felt he could use a good laugh. Damien decided he wanted to go visit his other friends in sixth year. But, Draco remained seated, for which Ginny was glad.
"Draco, you're head boy. Shouldn't you sort this out…and after you put things in order, maybe I can come back to your compartment," Millicent said as shot Ginny a look of pure venom, " alone."
Draco grimaced, "Get that mudblood Granger to clear this mess up. I doubt Goyle or Crabbe, for that matter, are smart enough to cast Dark Magic; I'm not even sure if they can spell Voldemort. Dim-witted fools. Goyle was probably trying to cast a novelty love spell on Crabbe and fucked the whole thing up. And, Millie, I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot poll. You may go," he added with a dismissive wave.
Millicent huffed as she slammed the compartment door. Draco cast a swift locking spell. Ginny could hardly contain her excitement; she was alone in a compartment with DRACO MALFOY! Her heart did a strange sort of flutter, if only Ron could see her now.
D/G action coming up next! Sorry, if this is so boring, .