4
Draco was actually looking forward to the class on Sunday, he really needed to talk to Ginny about their almost kiss. He showed up earlier than he usually did but Ginny wasn't their yet. 30 seconds to the bell Gin rushed in and to Hermione's side.
Draco was confused, he had thought they were becoming friends. He walked over to her expecting her to apologize and say she hadn't seen him, but when he approached she turned and greeted Neville.
He stood patiently while she greeted ever person she saw. By now he new what was wrong, Ginny was embarrassed about their almost-kiss.
Ginny was panicking because she couldn't find anyone else to greet so she could avoid Draco but luckily Professor Stacey choose that moment to start speaking.
"Hello all. Today is not a very exciting day. We will simply be getting to know each other through a small questionnaire." She smiled around at all of them. "Of course you will all be taking a small amount of veritaserum so no one will lie. Get into your partners and around the tables, one pair per table."
Draco heard Ginny audibly groan and smirked to himself. He accidentally-on-purpose choose a table near the back of the room. She followed him at a distance and he was already seated when she got back to him.
"Hello Ginevra." Draco said smoothly.
"Hi Draco..." Ginny mumbled under her breath.
"So is there any particular reason you've been avoiding me?"
"I'm not-" But she was cut off when their Professor walked over to their table.
"How have you two been getting along?" The Professor asked cheerily.
"Fantastic, actually." Draco said, Ginny thought he was being sarcastic but she couldn't catch a trace of it in his tone.
"That's good. Here's the veritaserum." With that she handed them two goblets full of clear, odorless, liquid. There was barely any in the cup because the potion was so strong. "And the questions." She handed them two copies of a list of questions.
"Bottoms up." Ginny said, more to herself than anyone else after the teacher walked away. Draco smirked and drank his own after making sure she really drank all of it. Today he would get the answers he was waiting for.
"What is your favorite word? What is your least favorite word? What turns you on," Ginny looked up and Draco raised an eyebrow. But she continued. "Creatively, spiritually, or emotionally? What turns you off? What sound or noise do you love? What sound or noise do you hate? What is your favorite curse word? What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? What profession would you not like to do? If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?" Ginny read all of these aloud. "Wow. I thought the questions would be more personal than this."
"Well, why don't we go one at a time for each question."
"She didn't say we have to tell each other…" Ginny looked up at him, almost a little defiantly.
"Attention class, I forgot to tell you. Your partner is the one who fills in the questionnaire for you. Thanks for your attention now get back to work!"
Ginny rolled her eyes when she saw Draco smirking. To change the subject of him being right, she asked, "What's your favorite word Draco?"
"Onomatopoeia." He answered with indifference. "What's your favorite word Ginevra?" He was clearly mocking her.
"Bellybutton." With the same indifference in her voice.
"What's your least favorite word?" Draco asked, there was laughter in his eyes from her last answer.
"Honk. What's your least favorite word?"
"Greasy." Ginny smiled when Draco looked surprised by his own answer. "What turns you on Gin?" The way he was speaking, he sounded almost suggestive.
Ginny clamped a hand over her mouth and managed to squeak out, "Finish the damn question Malfoy."
"What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally?" Draco drowned sounding almost bored.
"Smirks. Omygod!" Ginny replaced the hand over her mouth and Draco actually laughed out loud.
Ginny glared at him. "What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally?"
"Red hair." She felt her mouth drop open.
"Well, maybe Ron might come out of that deep dark closet he's been hiding in…" She smirked and he glared at her.
"That's enough Weasley. What turns you off?"
"Violence. What turns your off?"
Ginny laughed when he answered, "Boys."
Before Draco asked his question she beat him too it. "What sound or noise do you love?"
"A girl moaning my name." Draco was unabashed. "What sound or noise do you love?"
"Thunderstorms."
"What sound or noise do you hate?"
"Screaming. What sound or noise do you hate?"
"Screaming." Ginny looked shocked.
"Why?"
"It was all I could hear the first time I went to a 'special meeting' with my father when I was 7. Hey! That wasn't a question on the paper!"
"Sorry Draco."
"No! Sorry won't cut it. I get a free question."
Ginny slammed her head down on the table. "Fine. Ask away."
"What was bothering you last Sunday?"
"Hermione is in love with Ron." Ginny blurted in a harsh whisper. "Draco, gods, please don't tell anyone."
"Wait, isn't Granger going out with Potter?"
"Yes." Her eyes were pleading. "Please don't tell anyone."
"Okay I won't tell anyone."
"Oh thank you Draco!" Ginny rushed forward and hugged him. She released him quickly and sat down looking sheepish. "What's your favorite curse word?"
"Fuck." Draco answered looking smug. Ginny wasn't sure why he was. "What's your favorite curse word?"
"Shit."
"What profession would you like to attempt?"
"Working in the Department of Mysteries. What profession would you like to attempt?"
"Being a Professional Quidditch Player."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "That's such a typical guy answer."
"Am I not supposed to be a typical male?"
She shrugged her shoulders and continued with the next question. "What profession would you not like to do?"
"I don't want to be a Death Eater. What profession would you not like to do?"
"House-wife." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Don't get me wrong, I want to be a mom and a wife but its just… that's not the only thing I want to do."
"If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?"
"There's a party, come on in." Draco smiled. "If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?"
"Who the fuck let you in?" Ginny laughed. A lot of the surrounding people turned and looked at her in shock. As if they were surprised to see a Weasley laughing with a Malfoy.
"Hypocrites. There all here for the very same reason."
Ginny looked at him for a second, then pulled out the same small, tattered notebook and wrote something down. "I am going to steal your words."
"What is that book for?" Ginny gulped. She couldn't tell him… the need was so great she couldn't avoid not answering for any longer.
"Okay class, the veritaserum should be wearing off now." Ginny felt the need to tell him wear off and she smirked at him.
Draco was once again walking Ginny to her Common Room, and once again they were arm-in-arm.
"So are you ever going to tell me what that book is for?"
"Maybe… someday."
"Well, just to let you know, I really want to know."
Ginny laughed. "I had no idea."
"GINEVRA GET AWAY FROM MALFOY RIGHT NOW!" Ron bellowed from behind them.
She turned around with a smile still on her face. "Why?"
Ron was shocked. "Because… because he's evil."
"How so? Just because he's mean to you? I am mean to you all the time and you never call me evil."
"His father tried to kill you."
"Ron lets analyze that sentence shall we?" Draco smirked at Ron's bemused face. "His father tried to kill you, well that's me… not the point… Draco's name is not Lucius. Draco and his father are two very different people."
"He's a Death Eater. That right there should be enough proof that he's evil."
"Shut your mouth." Draco said scandalized, trying not to laugh. "Don't you go slandering my name, especially, when you have no proof." Then Draco pulled up his shirtsleeve to show Ron his left, very bare arm.
"But… Harry you said…" Ron turned to Harry flabbergasted.
"I said I thought he was a Death Eater. I never said I knew for sure." Harry muttered quietly.
Ginny smirked at Draco. "I need to go finish my potions homework. See you around Draco."
Draco just smiled at her.