Title: Knock Three Times...
Author: Me again.
Summary: Ginny has been driving Draco crazy. Is it his fault she's insane? And hellbent on taking him with her? And it is so her fault that she's wound her devious little way into his heart.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the song
"Knock three times,
On the ceiling if you want me..."
Draco scowled at his ceiling. Every bloody day. Stupid Muggle loving girl.
It wasn't his fault she was crazy. So why did Molly have to put him under her?
The war was over. With the end of the fighting came the end of Draco's financial comfort. The Malfoy family was in disgrace. None of the wizarding world would have anything to do with him because of his dead parents. The manor was taken and Draco was turned out. He was homeless and an orphan.
That was where Molly came in. She had taken him in with pity. The boys treated him with the same contempt they had in school. Granger was indifferent. The only one to really change toward him was GInny.
In school she had been this weak little thing that he adored tormenting. He teased her mercilessly about her crush and she would blush every time. She dated Potter for a bit in sixth year. But then the war broke out and the perfect couple was broken up.
By the time the war was over, the two had grown apart. And now here Draco was underneath her.
Draco used a broom stick to thump on his ceiling several times. "Quiet down!" He called.
"Three times."
Draco turned to see Ginny Weasley's frecked face in his window. She was upside down.
"What?"
She reached into the room and grabbed the curtain rod, swinging herself into the room with a grace that said she had done this before.
"Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me," she announced.
Draco scowled at her. "Why would I want you?"
Ginny pouted. "You make me sad."
"Entirely intentional," he assured her.
Ginny waltzed around before settling in the chair by his bed, a decrepit old thing that looked to have survived the last three major land wars of Asia.
But it must have been comfortable for Ginny sank into it's velvety depths. She steepled her freckled fingers before her. She looked pensive, but with this girl, she could have been faking it.
"Why do I irk you?"
He scoffed. "You don't."
"Do too. You just don't want to admit it. But you find me irritating. And I want to know why."
"Fine. You're insufferably cheerful. Now get out," he demanded.
She continued to look thought ful. "No. That's not it."
He sighed. "What do you want?"
"I just told you. The truth."
He scowled at her. "What makes you think I would tell you?"
She smiled beautifically. "Because you want to tell someone."
"Do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Alright. Even if I did, and I'm not saying I do, why in heavan would I tell you of all people?"
She shrugged. "Cause I'm here. Why else?"
He glared at her. "You are most supremely annoying. Has any one ever told you that?"
She smiled. "Someone has now."
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Draco couldn't help but think about what she had said as he stood in the kitchen of the Three Broomsticks. He had gotten a job there a few months ago as a salad prep. He was pretty good and there was talk of him going on the line in another month or so.
Draco rang the small bell as he finished a crepe. Did he really want to talk to someone? Her? No. Most definitely not. But still...
Draco managed through the night some how and made it back to the Burrow. He fell onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. She had a slow waltzy song that she called Light as the Breeze playing. He let the music lull him and was almost asleep when he heard the small sob. His eyes snapped open. He walked to his window and listened. After a few seconds there was another sob.
Draco was never quite sure how he made it out his window and up, into hers. But before he knew it, he was kneeling on her window sill. She was lying on her stomach, sobs racking her body. On the floor there was a picture of Harry and her taken presumably in her fifth year.
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Draco stared at his ceiling as dawn crept in. He had held GInny till she fell asleep in his arms. He waited patiently for the sounds of movement to come from above him.
She followed her usual pattern. First came a song. Something slowish but not too slow. Not this early in the morning. Today it was It Ends Tonight. Her bed creaked as she got out of it. Draco waited as she changed during Wayward Son and Lonesome Loser. Then one of her favorites came on. This time it was The Tango de Roxanne from Mulon Rouge. Draco smiled.
As the song finished, signalling she was ready to go on her way, Draco took his broom stick and knocked three times on the ceiling of his room.
The music stopped and Draco repeated the gesture.
A second later, Ginny's head appeared.
"Don't you mean twice on the pipe?"
Draco grinned, "You wish."
Ginny returned the smile. Draco knew then, all might just have a chance at being right in the world.
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me
Twice on the pipe
If you're not gonna show.