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A/N: This is my first fic. Any suggestions would really help!
LITTLE RED EARS
Full Summary:
Ginny's ears always turn searing red in embarassing situations. What happens when a certain someone starts to notice? Somehow he finds the fiery look on Ginny quite attractive. So what happens when his worst enemy begins to fall for the same person too? Should he forget about her or will he fight for her heart?
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Detention Tension
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Ginny glanced up at the clock almost an hour later.
"Crap, it's almost eight, I'd better go."
"Bye Gins!" Katherine called after her as she ran down the stairs.
"Bye Kats! I'll tell you about it later," Ginny's answer floated up the dormitory staircase.
"Crap, I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be late!" she muttered worriedly to herself as she rushed down to the dungeons. She rounded the corner and froze just as she came to the Potions room door.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ginny demanded. "I seem to recall Snape giving me my detention, not you!"
"Ah, but I recall giving you a detention as well," he smirked.
"Well then, too bad, I won't be serving it," Ginny snapped and whirled around to exit.
"Unfortunately," Draco began silkily and waved his wand, "I'm afraid I can't let you out." The door slammed shut.
"Malfoy! Let me out!" Ginny nearly screamed while trying to pull the door open.
Draco chuckled, "Not until you're done cleaning the classroom."
"What?" Ginny demanded, ignoring the thought that Malfoy sounded human when he chuckled.
"You heard me, clean the whole room."
She stomped up to his face, "Excuse me? Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"I'm taking over for Snape. And I'm telling you to clean the room," Draco repeated. "I'm also tired of repeating what you're supposed to do. Hand over your wand, you're doing this by hand."
Ginny glared at him, her ears turning bright red.
"Fine!" she snapped, unable to think of a good comeback. She shoved her wand into his hand, jabbing him quite sharply and whirled around to work.
"Weaslette, I'm warning you," Draco cautioned.
"Why Malfoy, whatever shall I do?" Ginny said with false surprise, batting her eyelashes innocently. as she turned to face him once more.
Draco glared, "If you don't shut up, I'll do it for you!"
"How, may I ask?"
Draco considered her question. "I'd rather you didn't find out," he finally answered without his customary smirk or sneer. He turned away and sat down at Snape's desk. He didn't want Ginny to know that he actually found her quite attractive, especially when she was angry. She wasn't beautiful or pretty, but rather striking. A fire seemed to burn inside of her, making her brown eyes spark. "Just get to work and get out of here as soon as possible."
"Well, gee," Ginny replied sarcastically, "glad to know my company is always appreciated."
You have no idea, Draco thought. Wait a minute, where did that come from? Draco let out a confused groan. He wasn't the one who was supposed to be thinking about girls, girls were supposed to think about him.
Draco Malfoy was never confused about girls. He didn't think about them when they were not underneath him. He toyed with their emotions. He broke their hearts. That's how it's always been. So how come I'm sitting here thinking about the female Weasel? Draco thought.
Ginny heard Draco's groan and looked in his direction, confused. She'd never heard Malfoy groan, much less sound like a normal human. He's always been a block of ice, never showing his emotions unless they were a sneer or smirk or his I'm-So-Much-Better-And-More-Important-Than-You-So-Get-Out-Of-My-Way look.
Right now, unbelievably, Draco was not in his typical, superior pose. He held his head in his hands, slouching against the desk. He let out another frustrated groan.
"Wow, whoever thought a Malfoy could sound so human?" Ginny said, a hint of teasing in her voice.
"Weasel, get back to work," Draco said tonelessly without looking up. "I don't have time for pointless talk."
"Wow, no witty remark, Malfoy! What is this world coming to?" Ginny quipped.
"I'm warning you, Weasel, I'm not in the greatest of moods right now," said Draco, glaring at her this time. She was just like an itch you couldn't scratch.
"When are you ever in a good mood?" Ginny questioned, turning away.She didn't notice Draco getting up from behind Snape's desk.
"As a matter of fact, there are times when I'm in a good mood," he said softly from behind her. "Would you like to help me out there?"
"Malfoy," Ginny warned, "If you are suggesting that I bow down to you and become your personal slave, I'm afraid I have to decline your offer—"
"That's not what I meant, Weaslette," Draco drawled suggestively.
"I wasn't finished yet. If you are suggesting that I join you at night and be inducted into your harem, that will only occur in your dreams."
"What if it has already occurred in my dreams and I want it to become a reality?" Draco asked playfully, or as playful as a Malfoy could sound.
"Well, then you're going to have to go to Pansy. I'm sure she's quite willing to take up your offer."
That little barb made Draco bristle. Why did everyone think he liked Pansy just because he had take her to the stupid Yule Ball? Pansy was after nothing but his money. The fact that his father would approve of her irked Draco even more.
"Little Weasel," he whispered into her ear. He noticed that she stiffened when she felt him that close to her. "What I do with Pansy is of no concern to you. I can make you regret you ever mentioned her to me." Draco threatened.
"And what exactly do you think we make me want to curl up and die, Malfoy? I've already had a horrid experience thanks to your dear old dad. Anything you think of couldn't really be much worse, can it?" she said bravely.
"Stop lying, Little Weasel," Draco said, bristling at the mention of his father. "My father would never come near a Weasley, even with a six foot pole." He added. Was she lying or telling the truth? he thought. What would his father have done to make her say that?
"Oh, but he didn't have to come close to me, just close to my cauldron to slip something dangerous into it, after starting a fight with my father."
"What are you on about?" Draco asked, trying not to appear confused.
"Don't you remember?" Ginny asked. "Or does every memory involving Harry Potter escape your mind?"
Suddenly he did remember his encounter with Harry and the Weasleys at Flourish and Blotts. He had called Ginny Harry's girlfriend. But Draco didn't remember his father slipping anything into anyone's cauldron, unless it was during the fight that occurred afterwards.
"What has that got to do with anything?" he asked superiorly.
"Duh, your father started the fight to stick Tom Riddle's old diary in a vulnerable person's cauldron, mine in this case," she stated. "After that, everything just started happening. The diary had Riddle's memory—" She suddenly stopped. "Why am I telling you of all people?" she asked. "I think my detention is over by now." And she walked over to the door, which was now open because the spell wore off, and slammed it behind her.
"Tom Riddle? Who's he?" he asked the empty classroom.
The fact that his father actually stooped so low as to put an enchanted diary in a little girl's cualdron was really no surprise. Lucius didn't care about any kids, not even his own son. The only reason he keeps me alive is to have an heir for the Malfoy Manor, Draco thought bitterly.
He exited the classroom and headed towards the Slytherin common room. It was only after he had taken his robes off to go to bed did he realize he still had Ginny's wand.
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Please review! It took me a while to think of a way to pass the detention time so let me know what you think of it!
thanks for chapter 2 reviews!
