Drinny FF
Chapter 13
I sat cross-legged on the floor of Malfoy's private quarters, stirring a cauldron with deliberate care. The low light from the candles flickered across the stone walls, casting shadows that danced in the room. Draco sat beside me, leaning back against the bed with his arms crossed, watching me intently. His usual sneer was absent, replaced with a lokk of quiet concentration.
Ginny: You know for someone so obsessed with being the best, you're terrible at Potions.
My voice was soft but tinged with a smile. Malfoy shot me a sharp look but couldn't keep the corner of his mouth from twitching.
Draco: Watch it, Weasley. You might be in my room, but that doesn't mean I won't throw you out.
I laughed.
Ginny: I'd like to see you try. You wouldn't last a day in Snape's class without me.
Draco rolled his eyes.
Draco: I could do without the constant chatter, though.
Ginny: Admit it, you enjoy having me here.
He scoffed but didn't argue. Instead, he shifted slightly, his eyes lingering on the cauldron.
Draco: You didn't chop those ingredients properly. Your valerian root is uneven.
I snorted, turning back to my work.
Ginny: If you want to take over, be my guest. Let's see you not blow up this potion, Malfoy.
Malfoy smirked, leaning forward as if he were about to reach for the stirring spoon, but then stopped.
Draco: No thanks. I'd rather watch you mess it up.
I shook my head with a smile and gave the potion one last stir before sitting back.
Ginny: Now we just have to let it simmer for ten minutes.
As I stretched my legs out in front of me, Malfoy reached over and nudged my ankle with his foot.
Draco: So what's it like being second best to Granger?
I feigned a hurt expression.
Ginny: I'm wounded, Malfoy. Truly. You can't say I'm second best when I'm sitting here saving your Potions grade.
He chuckled softly, a rare sound that made me glance at him in surprise.
Draco: Fine, I'll give you that. But don't expect me to compliment you any further.
I grinned and leaned back on my hands, my body relaxing as we both sat in the comfortable silence of our hidden lesson.
After a moment, Draco's foot brushed against my leg again, more intentionally this time.
Ginny: Malfoy…
I warned, glancing down at his foot.
Draco: What?
He looked at me with an innocent look, though there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. He gave my leg another nudge, and I swatted at his foot with my hand.
Ginny: Don't start.
He raised an eyebrow.
Draco: Start what? You act like you're scared of a little fun.
Ginny: I'm not scared.
I stood up, walking over to the table to fetch the piece of parchment with the next step of the potion.
Ginny: I just don't trust you.
Draco: You should. I wouldn't hurt you.
I opened my mouth to reply but was cut of when he suddenly stood up poked my side. I yelped, trying to twist away from his hands, but Malfoy only laughed.
Ginny: Stop it!
Draco: No way, Weasley.
I, desperate to escape, walked backwards, my foot catching on the edge of the bed. I lost balance and fell back into the mattress, dragging Malfoy down with me as I grabbed his wrist. In a tangle of limbs, Malfoy collapsed on top of me, the weight of his body pressing me into the bed.
The room went silent.
I blinked up at him, my breath catching in my throat as Malfoy's face hovered inches above mine. Our laughter faded, our expressions shifting. The teasing smirk fell off Malfoy's face as something softer, almost hesitant, took its place. His hands, oncez playfully relentless, were now braced on either side of me, holding himself up just enough to keep from crushing me.
Neither of us moved.
Draco: Ginny…
His voice was quiet, almost uncertain, as his eyes searched mine.
My pulse quickened, and I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks.
Ginny: That wasn't fair.
