CHAPTER 7

Ginny and Draco sat in a fluffy dark green couch in front of the lone fire place (which was insanely big) in the kitchens, eating chocolate pudding.

"I'm sorry for calling you a cheating little dickhead and a lame excuse for a husband, Malfoy. Or, er, Draco." Ginny's ears turned red and she impulsively started biting her lips.

Draco cocked a brow at her, and looked considerably amused. "It's no problem, Weasley. I've been called worse."

Ginny giggled uncomfortably. "Hahaha Malfoy, funny you should say that…"

"If it makes you feel any better, I've called you a lot worse before." Draco looked at her impassively. Even for a proficient observer such as Ginny, Draco was still very difficult to read. She imagined years of training and practice on his part to perfect (almost) his impassiveness.

Ginny let out a little puff of air. "Oh well. At least we're getting along now…I think."

Draco didn't say anything.

"Hey, do you hear that?" Ginny's ears perked up and she darted her eyes around the kitchens. She was pretty sure she heard muffled voices from the other side of the kitchens.

Draco's brows furrowed slightly as he tried to pick up what Ginny might've been hearing.

"The-" Draco's retort was cut off by a soft moan. His eyes widened slightly, then relaxed, then he looked infinitely amused. The rapid transition of Draco's emotions entertained Ginny exceedingly.

"Sounds like some people have found better use for the kitchens." Draco winked at Ginny suggestively.

He winked! Draco never failed to amaze her.

"Want to go check it out?" Ginny grinned at Draco, looking exactly like a self-satisfied child that had just pulled off a rather complicated (but extraordinarily hilarious) prank.

Draco cocked a brow at her again. "I didn't really see you as the type who enjoyed voyeurism."

"Oh shut up Draco. This could be excellent blackmail material!"

Draco shot her another amused look when she proceeded to stand up and creep towards the "noise", taking care to stay as quiet as possible and hide behind the shelves.

Draco silently got up to follow her, chuckling a bit to himself at the ridiculousness of what they were doing. But he enjoyed blackmail as much as the next person (and maybe even more so), and decided that what they were doing could be another source of entertainment for him.

"Shh." Ginny held her fore finger against her lips, instructing Draco to keep quiet, which was rather stupid since he hadn't even made any noise. They assumed that the snogging couple was hiding right behind the shelf they stood against, and Ginny obviously didn't want any unnecessary noises to betray their stealth.

Draco looked at her dubiously. If she didn't want unnecessary noise, she shouldn't have shushed him when he was obviously perfectly capable of remaining stealthy.

Ginny slowly rounded the corner of the shelf and got the surprise of her life.

"Pansy and Dean?!" She couldn't help but shriek. Pansy and Dean were snogging. In the kitchens. Everything about it just screamed 'wrong'.

The two automatically jumped away from each other, as if they had just been singed.

"It was an accident!" Were the first words that shot out of Pansy's mouth. "He…he…he wouldn't stop bickering! I had to shut him up."

"Pansy, it hurts my ear to hear you stammer." Draco said flatly.

The two couples just stared at each other. Ginny's mouth was agape in shock, Draco looked a bit amused (as usual), Dean looked incredibly humiliated and Pansy looked…well, she looked like she had been just sentenced to be gevin the dementor's kiss.

"Well," Dean coughed a bit into his hand. "This has been sufficiently awkward. See you around, er…yeah." Dean stuttered a bit and practically ran out of the kitchens.

"Well." Ginny began.

"Well." Draco shot Ginny another amused look.

"Well." Pansy repeated, rather tentatively. "I must be…off. See you!" And she dashed out of the kitchens as well.

"Well." Ginny began again. "That was, uh, interesting."

"It certainly was."

Draco must've woken up at the right side of the bed the next morning, as he smirked the morning away. He smirked in the showers, he smirked while brushing his teeth (yes, it's hard but he's a Malfoy and everyone knows that Malfoys can do anything), he smirked while putting on his robes, he smirked all the way down to the Great Hall and even smirked while eating breakfast.

"Okay, I give up Malfoy. What drugs are you on? It must be really good, that smirk hasn't left your face since the minute we got up." Blaise pointed out.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just that something that might interest you happened last night." Draco replied to Blaise as he shot Pansy a wicked grin.

Realization dawned on her face and Pansy started to open her mouth in protest.

"Oh? Do tell." Blaise had noticed Pansy's horrified expression and turned all his attention to the Slytherin King.

"Well, you should certainly hang out in the kitchens more often. Entertainment is inevitable there." Draco couldn't help but snicker at the redness of Pansy's face.

"So, go on." Blaise prompted Draco, looking ridiculously like a gossiping girl.

"Some people decided to snog in the kitchens. I know what you're thinking. How profane can they get, right?" Draco and Blaise were gossiping in such a girlish manner, it almost made Pansy laugh. And she might have too, if she could speak (she was too embarrassed, which was new) and if they weren't actually talking about her.

"So who were the blasphemous little rascals?" Blaise grinned, obviously enjoying every word of their conversation.

"Draco and Ginny were SNOGGING in the KITCHENS!" Pansy couldn't keep herself from yelling. She didn't want anyone else to know about the indecent acts she had engaged in with DEAN THOMAS of all people, and in the KITCHENS of all places, too.

Draco's mouth dropped slightly open. All the other students in the Great Hall seemed to have a similar reaction.

"What in the 7th circle of hell gave you the idea that that ever happened?!" Draco practically yelled in return.

From all the way in the other side of the Great Hall, Ginny Weasley sat pale-faced, and her poor brother's head nearly exploded. Recovering quickly, Ginny's face started regaining its color, then she started to laugh.

"Oh, that's rich, Pansy. If I remember correctly, you and Dean were the ones snogging in the kitchens. Not us." Her voice was loud enough to be heard across the hall, and her laughter even more so. "And you seemed to really enjoy it, Pansy."

Then it was Dean's turn to turn pale. "Ginny," he began, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "I really don't think this is the type of thing to discuss with someone from the other side of the hall."

"Oh, it's the perfect type of thing to discuss, Dean. Pansy started the conversation anyway." Ginny smirked at him, and she looked like she might've popped with glee.

Blaise guffawed. "I guess I don't need to go to the kitchens for entertainment anymore."

Pansy turned incredibly red, then with every ounce of dignity she had left, turned and walked out of the Great Hall.

Ginny shot a victorious look at Draco, and he smirked at her in return. Draco then decided that if he wanted entertainment, Ginny Weasley was the person to look for.

Okay, that was pretty short and lame. But I couldn't think of anything else to the chapter without sacrificing its coherence. So, sorry:P