"No way, Weaslette."
"Please Draco, pretty pretty please?" Ginny pouted in front of her obstinate boyfriend of three years. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, Ginny gave him her patented puppy dog eyes. "It would mean so much to my mum."
"I don't bloody well care if it tickles Merlin's himself! I am Not. Wearing. That. Sweater!" Each word was emphasized with a angry jab in the offending garments direction.
Ginny cringed. It was a bloody bad sweater, even she knew that. It was a firecracker red cable sweater with a giant gold 'D' on the front. Not only was it handmade, which Draco Malfoy would rather go naked then wear (not that Ginny would mind!) but it was in Gryffindor colors.
But her mum had spent hours knitting it for Draco and had been so proud of it.
"Draco please, try to think of it as a compliment! My mum only knits sweaters for people she approves of! If you don't wear it to Christmas dinner with everyone tonight it will break her heart."
"Well then I think I liked it better when she didn't approve of me!" He grumbled.
There was a moment of silence between the two of them. Quietly, Ginny whispered "You don't mean that."
Draco ran a hand through his hair and shot his girlfriend a long look. He knew she was remembering the sneaking around and the secrets. "No. No I didn't mean that." He gave an overdramatic sigh, lightening the suddenly somber mood. "But Ginny, do I really have to?"
Ginny flashed him a wicked grin. "Yes. But don't worry; I'll make it up to you." Her voice was full of promise, and he visibly perked up.
"Really now? How do you plan to do that?" His eyes watched her greedily as she removed her own cable knit sweater and followed it with her undershirt.
"Let me know you."
A/N: Just in case some people never managed to notice, I write my fan fiction stories as the ideas or feelings come to me. It seems unfair to readers and to myself when I try to force myself to write an important scene or fight when I am preoccupied with Finals or work, because the result is never the same. If this annoys you, I am sorry. I don't purposefully begin a story when I have no intention of completing it. So Anna the anonymous, my solution to you is this: if it's "really annoying," stop reading my stories. Problem solved.
