Chapter 5
"What?! How could you say that so calmly? You do realize that we're going to be here all day with no food, water or anything?!" Ginny said dropping her supplies down and tugging at the doorknob over and over again.
"Lighten up Weasley," Draco sneered.
"How the hell am I supposed to 'lighten up'? We could starve to death!"
Draco scoffed. "If you knew anything you would know that it takes a lot more than a few hours without food for someone to starve to death."
"Yeah well, we are going to get hungry, and we can't even go to the bathroom!" Ginny said pacing back and forth inside the small room. They were only in there for about ten minutes and she already wanted to ripe his fat head off. Ginny sat down on the ground and brought her knees up to her face. "...this is just perfect," she said sarcastically.
Draco shot her a characteristically malevolent look. "Shut up, I don't know why you're complaining. You probably planned this!"
Ginny removed her head from in between her knees and looked at him in disbelief. "And why on earth would anyone want to be locked in a room with you?"
"Why wouldn't they?" Draco smirked at her. He seemed to find this situation more amusing that inconvenient. He merely leaned against the wall and looked down at her looking incredibly sexy, his trademark smirk displayed across his handsome face.
Ginny shook her head. "God, you are such pretentious little bitch."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Draco leered at her.
"That wasn't exactly my intention, but whatever makes you happy."
"Well while we're here I've got something else in mind that would make me happy too."
Draco said smirking once more.
Ginny looked at him for a moment, she didn't know what it was but there was something about him that made her want to just watch him. "You really need to get your head out of the gutter," she said at last disgust dripping in each word that came out of her mouth.
Draco merely shrugged and took to examining his hands. Ginny just kept watching him, a pensive look on her face. After a moments paused she spoke.
"Why did you come here?" She asked curiously.
"Because we needed to get cleaning supplies," Draco said as if it was the most obvious thing.
"No," Ginny shook her head. "Why did you come here, to this house...to our side?"
Draco looked up at her for a moment before deciding to answer the question. "Because I felt like it."
It seemed to take Ginny all of her self control to keep from rolling her eyes. "Well of course you wanted to, don't beat around the bush. I'm asking you why you wanted to."
Draco glared at her. "I didn't want to be there anymore," he said simply.
Ginny paused for a moment then decided not to press the matter any further. She instead turned her head back to the door and stood up and walked towards the door. She reached for the doorknob he tried turning it a couple more times, it didn't budge.
"If it didn't work the first time why the hell do you think it would work the next twenty times?" Draco said from his spot on the wall. Ginny looked up to find that had been watching her pathetic attempts.
Ginny turned quickly on the spot to face him in frustration. "Well I don't see you trying anything!"
Draco raised an eyebrow at her then walked towards her and the door. He crouched down on the floor bringing the doorknob to his eye level, Ginny followed suit. After examining the doorknob for some time he spoke. "We can't open it, we need a wand." He stood up and walked back to his spot on the wall. Leaning casually against it he watched Ginny as she slumped against the door looking defeated. Draco smirked to himself; this seemed the perfect opportunity to piss her off and he was not going to let it pass.
"So," he said after some time. "How are things with the Pothead?"
Ginny looked up at him and scoffed. "Like I'm going to tell you the details of my love life-"
"Or lack thereof," Draco said sneering.
"What do you know about it?"
"A lot more than you think."
"Is that so?" Ginny said disbelief etched across her face.
"Uh huh, as you were so keen on filling me in a couple of nights ago," he said eyeing her for a reaction.
"What are you talking about?" Ginny demanded.
Draco smiled; she was reacting exactly as he hoped. "It's so sad isn't it?" He said his smirk in tact. "You don't know when you will ever see him again and he doesn't even give you a proper goodbye..." Draco trailed off.
Ginny stood up quickly, all signs of tiredness gone. "Who told you that?" she snapped.
Draco snickered and walked towards her stopping only a couple of centimeters from her. "You did," he said softly, she could feel his hot breath on her, something inside of her stomach fluttered, "when you were so drunk," his lips were so close to hers. "Don't you remember?"
Ginny stood still defiantly, she didn't want him to know what kind of effect he was having on her, and he would only use that to his advantage. "You disgust me," she lied her voice ridden with hatred.
Draco smiled. "No I don't," he said quietly closing the space between them with his lips. She pulled away quickly and looked at him shocked; he simply brought his lips to hers again. He kissed her hungrily and surprisingly she kissed him back with just as much force. There was nothing tender about there actions and yet it was still so arousing. Ginny had her arms around his neck and his hands were on her waist holding her in place. After a few moments Ginny seemed to come back to her senses and she pushed him away roughly.
"What are you doing?" she asked her breathing all uneven.
"That one kiss was better than anything you've ever had with Potter, admit it," he said trying to get his breathing back to normal.
Ginny stared at him shocked. "Is that what you were doing? I'll have you know that you will never measure up to Harry," Ginny lied again.
"I am hundred times the man Potter is." Draco snapped at her.
"Right," Ginny scoffed. "That's why you ran away from what he is running towards."
Draco rounded on her so quickly that it was terrifying. He slammed his fist on the door behind her fuming with rage. Ginny had definitely struck a nerve. She cowered slightly at his strong stature realizing this he pulled away before he could hurt her.
"Don't talk shit about things you don't understand," he said menacingly breathing heavily.
Ginny simply stood there watching him she had no idea that her little comment would affect him like this. She hadn't meant to offend him that much. Ginny slid down on the door and put her head in her hand while Draco resumed his place on the wall moodily throwing her mean glances every once in awhile. She knew that she should apologize but her pride would not permit it.
What were once minutes now seemed like hours while they spent it in absolute silence, neither of them moved from their spots only the occasional rude glare was sent across the room every now and then. She felt bad for what she said but she also didn't trust herself to speak, knowing him and her they're just going to end up arguing again.
Half an hour, which seemed like days, passed with nothing happening. Ginny lounged lazily on the floor examining her nails and playing with her hair while Draco slouched in a corner looking morose. Ginny looked over at him and frowned. For some reason, she thought this all to be his fault and she was starting to get hungry. If looks could kill Draco would have been long gone. She shook her head in disgust and looked away, the way he looked so grumpy pissed her off. Seriously, she thought he is so arrogant, why can't he just disappear-wait. Ginny froze in the process of running her hand through her hair. She turned slowly back towards Draco and opened her mouth.
"Hey, Malfoy!" Ginny called, he looked over.
"What do you want?"
"Can't we just dissaperate?" Ginny asked looking hopeful. Malfoy just looked at her emotionless for a couple of seconds before replying.
"You're underage," he said simply.
"Yeah, but side-along apparation. Why can't we do that?"
"Because I never learned how to do that. But I think I'll just apparate out of here, you can stay here and starve," he added as an afterthought.
"What? No! You can't do that!" Ginny yelled looking desperate.
"Watch me," he snarled. He picked himself up of the ground and stood up straight. Ginny sat on the ground looking at him in horror.
"Come on," Ginny pleaded. "I'm sorry about what I said before. Don't leave me alone." Draco's head snapped in her direction as images of the wedding night flashed in his head. "Just apparate outside and open the door for me."
Draco looked at her and smirked, this seemed the opportune moment to take advantage of her. "What will you do for me Weasley?"
"I-what?" Ginny said caught completely off guard by his tone of voice.
"I asked you what you will do for me if I let you out," he repeated slowly as if he was talking to someone stupid.
"I will clean you're room?" Ginny asked hopefully. Draco shook his head. "Fine," Ginny said. "I will clean the library all by myself."
"No," Draco said shaking his head once more. "I don't want you to clean anything for me, though you're probably used to crawling on the floor with a sponge in your hand."
Ginny shot him a nasty glare which he returned with interest. "What do you want? Hurry up please, I'm so hungry."
"Let's just say that you're in debt to me. When I ask you for something you have to do it."
"What-no!" Ginny said horrified at the thought of being in debt to Draco.
"Fine, starve." He said rudely preparing to spin on the spot.
"Wait!" Ginny said desperately. "Fine, but it can't be anything too grotesque."
Draco gave her a curt nod before turning gracefully on the spot and leaving her alone with a loud crack. She sat still for a couple moments wondering if he was going to leave her before she saw the door open. Ginny smiled with relief and bounded towards the door.
"Took you long enough," Ginny said with a pleased smile on her face.
"That's the thanks I get for getting you out of there?" Draco said glaring. "I should have just let you starve-"
"Oh, get over it." Ginny said laughing slightly, pushing past him to go downstairs.
Draco watched her leave, mouth open in disbelief. That little wench. She should be on the floor kissing my feet for what I did. That's the last time I do anything for her. He though to himself while following her out the door, glaring daggers at her back.
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