A/N: Shorter today. Very busy.
Prompt #32: 8/9/17
407 words, according to Google docs.
Ginerva Weasley was an anomaly - he was sure of it. An anomaly. The word rolled nicely off his tongue, but it didn't help that he'd started thinking it was some kind of seafood. He'd later been taught by his horrified father what the word really meant, and immediately associated it with Ginny Weasley.
She was just so different from what he was used to - he had grown up among tall, blond, pale, and aristocratic people. She was short, curvy, redheaded, and sprinkled with freckles. He'd often wondered how far those freckles went.
He did not just admit that.
But that was beside the point. She acted differently, too - the Malfoys were all poise and articulation while Weasleys were blustering, full of fire and honest emotions. Too honest, Draco noticed, for Ginny to hide anything from him. He could read every single emotion flitting across her face - pain, happiness, and everything in between. She was as open as a book. Malfoys never showed emotion, though.
As much as Ginny was fiery, Draco was icy. The mask he threw up as a defense never wavered, not even under the heaviest strain, and his motions never betrayed a single thought. She was strange, he thought absently. As strange as he was, he supposed.
Everything about her was foreign - not just her mannerisms and looks, but her social status as well. He had long abandoned the childish insults he threw at the Weasley family for their poverty, but he had to acknowledge that her clothes were far from expensive, her wand and spell books secondhand, and vault at Gringotts nearly empty.
Not only was she an anomaly to him, but to others as well. Although extremely popular at school, she never wavered from her schoolwork - sometimes opting to use a Hogsmeade weekend for studying rather than hanging out. Most of the popular girls - Lavender Brown among them - didn't give a damn about schoolwork, but Ginny did. Draco often heard people whispering in the corridors - "She's strange, that one. Cares more about school than keeping up appearances." But something drew people to her like moths to a flame - he supposed she and him weren't that different in that respect. They both commanded attention.
We'd make a good couple, he mused, before squashing that strand of thought viciously. He did not just think that.
But he felt like he was home when with her, despite all their differences.
That was an anomaly, too.