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A/N- I'm sorry. So sorry. The 6th book has really screwed with my head. Don't get me started- I will rant. However, I will try to continue forward with dignity and somber dedication. I hope you all still love it even though it IGNORES THE SIXTH BOOK.
So the day of the Hogsmeade visit arrived with no further ado...
"Ready? Ready?" Harry asked Ginny. He was standing in front of her as she was reclining casually on the couch.
Ginny looked around, bewildered. "What? Who's there?" she gasped, a frightened expression on her face.
"Right in front of you!" Harry cried in frustration. He'd been trying to make contact with her for ten mintes with no such luck. He was beginning to think she was playing with him. The little tease...
"Draco?" she asked the ceiling.This time Harry knew she was just trying to get his goat. And she succeeded.
"DRACO? MY NAME IS DRACO MALFOY, NOT HARRY POTTER! I MEAN-"
But Ginny did not allow him to correct himself. "That's quite enough, Harry," she snapped coldly as she got to her feet. "Don't you dare yell at me."
"I WASN'T YELLING!" he yelled. "I MEAN- I wasn't yelling!" he restrained his voice with effort. She only glared at him so he whispered, "I wasn't yelling."
Not responding to his pathetic attempts to save the situation, Ginny quickly turned on her heel and marched out of the common room. Harry glumly followed, dragging his feet. When they arrived at the bottom of the stairs outside of the Great Hall, Draco was waiting for them. He looked patient and relaxed- his hands in his pockets and his eyes inspecting the pair with a gentle interest.
Ginny trotted up to Draco and unexpectantly gave him a big hug. Draco hungrily returned the embrace with extreme force. When they pulled apart, Ginny turned to glare at Harry. Draco, however, did not take his eyes off the redhead. Ron, who was uncomfortable with Draco staring at him, hurriedly exited out the front doors. Ginny watched Ron leave with a somber expression.
"Well, let's be off then," Ginny announced. Draco linked his arm with her's and they started for the door. Harry grabbed her other arm and, thankfully, Ginny did not pull away. She must give each boy equal opportunity. As they walked down the road to Hogsmeade, Ginny started to feel uncomfortable. "I don't understand why all those girls keep glaring at me," she said quietly, looking down at her feet.
"Oh, they are naturally attracted to you," Draco explained. "They must be jealous of Potter and me. Or perhaps they feel betrayed that you are not a lesbian."
Ginny couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Yes, I'm sure that's it," she said.
"Or maybe they feel betrayed that you are walking around all chummy with a Slytherin bastard," Harry offered.
"Don't make me come over there," Draco threatened, glaring at Harry over Ginny's head.
"I can make you do more than that!" Harry retorted.
"What the hell does that mean?" Draco cried. Harry fell silent, seemingly at a loss.
When they got to Hogsmeade, Harry eloquently suggested that they go to the Three Broomsticks. "No, no," Draco protested. "No, we should go to the Hog's Head."
Harry laughed in a shrill, rolling tone. "I don't know if you've ever been to Hogsmeade, Malfoy, but we're not allowed into the Hog's Head," he said between chuckles.
Draco just sneered. "I don't know if you've ever had any status, Potter, but I can go into any shop I wish," he shot back airily.
Harry looked indignant while Ginny eyed Draco expectantly. He smirked at her, winked cheesily, and waltzed forward. She glanced around nervously and let him lead her. Harry, not wanting to let go of Ginny, came as well. Draco dramatically flung open the door of the tavern and sauntered in. Everyone in the bar looked over at the door and a long silence hung in the air. A poignant silence. Then the crowd burst into cheers. Draco beamed at them lovingly. Harry nearly fell over and managed to draw his wand while scrambling about to regain his footing. Once he finally stabilized himself, he saw that Draco was moving through the throng of people with Ginny. He was warmly greeting each person and introducing Ginny to them. They all seemed overly pleased to meet her. Maybe they wanted to kill her, maybe this was one of Malfoy's little plots... TO DESTROY HARRY'S WORLD!
Then Harry heard someone shout his name behind him. The voice was familiar- Ron. That bastard. "Hey Ron, how's it going?" Harry asked sweetly. Ginny shot him a disturbed look from across the room. He was apparently talking to an empty rum bottle on the floor. "Have you grown shorter?" Harry inquired when Ron didn't answer. "Or have I just grown taller?" Harry was about 5 feet taller than the bottle.
Ginny grabbed Draco away from an old man he was chatting with and kissed him soundly on the lips. "Thank you for not being an idiot," she said, then turned red as she realized what she had just done. She brushed off his chest as if there were some crumbs on his jacket. He stared down at her.
"Thanks for being a complete idiot," he replied with a smirk. She pursed her lips angrily and huffed off towards the washrooms. When she had shut the door to the girl's room, she scowled at her reflection in the mirror. She was fairly plain looking. Her hair was a dull carroty red and her face was sort of splotchy, still being a teenager and all. Her eyes were just regular, good 'ol blue, with no amazing hues or flecks. Her eyelashes were as fair and light as her hair, not big and dark and sexy at all. Now Draco and Harry... they were both amazingly handsome. Well Draco was a bit gangly to tell the truth, but still hot as hell. They both had broad, manly shoulders and a tall, slim stature. Harry was an untidy sort of sexy, while Draco was a very perfected, cold sort of sexy... if you know what I mean. The point is, why in seven bloody hells did they like her? Was it entirely true that they both saw her as yet another way to compete with each other? If so, why not just pick a hot girl like bloody stupid Hermione or whatnot?
Suddenly the door swung open and a gaggle of girls swept into the room. "...couldn't believe she'd just said that to me! ME! And so I was like-" Pansy halted her chatter to stare at Ginny like she'd just walked into a bathroom and seen a giant gorilla in a tutu at the sink instead of a little red-haired girl.
"What?" Ginny snapped, trying to look irritated and cool. Pansy continued to stare in disgust while the girls around her exchanged eye-rolls. "I said what!" Ginny snapped again
Pansy smiled sweetly. "Oh nothing, I just never thought I'd live to see the day a Weasley would wash up..." she said. All the girls laughed shrilly. Ginny chuckled and advanced on Pansy. In three long strides she was on her - a fist in the mouth. Pansy made a chocking noise and fell over. The rest of the girls shrieked and Ginny strode haughtily past them and out of the room.
"That'll teach you to mess with a Malfoy," she said over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner. A few seconds later she reappeared in the doorway. "I mean a Weasley," she corrected and then scuttled back out of view. When she reentered the bar area Harry was chatting amiably with Draco. She walked quietly up behind them.
"So you get what I'm saying, right?" Harry was saying to Draco. "She's basically my girl, right? Right?"
Draco hung his head. "Well," he started, "based on the evidence you've supplied, I guess I can't refuse it any longer." He ran a hand through his hair nervously. "She's your's."
"Yessss!" Harry hissed, throwing his hands into the air and doing a little dance of joy. "Thank you! Thank you! I'll love you forever!"
"Okay, so... am I invited to your birthday party now?" Draco asked in a hushed voice.
"Yeah, I guess so..." Harry replied.
"Yessss!" Draco yelped, doing a similar dance to Harry's earlier one.
"Hello boys," Ginny said, crossing her arms.
Both boys spun around to look at her. "Ginny darling!" Harry greeted, reaching out to embrace her.
Ginny swatted his arms away and slapped Draco across the face. "I can't believe you three!" she yelled as she ran out of the bar.
"I can't believe you two!" Draco shouted at Harry, rubbing his face where she had struck him.
"What did we do?" Harry asked defensively.
Just then Pansy strutted back into the room clutching her lips mournfully. Not looking where she was going, she tripped on a low stool and fell on her face. Draco and Harry laughed.