Nothing belongs to me.
LXII: Break Away
"Ginny, I've been waiting for you!" Dean handed her a butterbeer. "Where were you?"
In the bathroom, freaking out. "Charms corridor." she said vaguely. This wasn't exactly a lie. Okay, maybe. But she had been in the Charms corridor, though only for a short while.
"You look like you've been attacked."
Ginny laughed nervously, taking a swig of her drink.
There was a commotion at the front of the room.
Dean and Ginny pushed through the crowd that had gathered, trying to see what was going on. By the sounds of it, someone had crashed Slughorn's Christmas party.
Filch was clutching none other than Draco Malfoy.
Professor Snape flew to his side, escorting the Slytherin out, but not before Malfoy had spotted Ginny.
Their eyes met for the briefest of seconds, and she knew that he was also thinking of the incident that had occurred, not even half an hour before.
…
"You look nice for once, Weasley."
"Sod off!" Ginny hissed, whipping out her wand. Still, his words held some truth. For the first time in her life, Ginny wore a new dress, one that hadn't been owned previously; Fred and George had sent it to her as part of this year's Christmas gift. "Don't you have some first years to terrorize?"
Malfoy rolled his eyes, stepping out from his hiding spot behind Barnaby the Bald. "I can't even compliment anyone without getting hexed."
"What are you doing here?"
Malfoy blinked. "Walking." He took a step forward. "I can do that, can't I?" he asked with mock uncertainty as his eyes flickered up to a spot above her head.
Ginny huffed (?), tired of the Slytherin, his smirk and annoyingly handsome face. She was about to storm off when Malfoy grabbed her arm.
"Hey –" She never did get to finish her last statement.
He kissed her.
Ginny was so surprised she couldn't decide whether to break away or not. She didn't have to, though; it was over as quick as it had come.
"Mistletoe," Malfoy breathed, taking a step back.
Ginny glanced up. Indeed, mistletoe.
Malfoy had vanished.
The feel of his lips had not.