Drinny FF
Chapter 8
I didn't understand it. Not at first. How could I? It didn't make any sense. Ginny Weasley was the last person I should have been interested in. A Weasley. She was fiery, stubborn and far too comfortable throwing hexes at anyone who got in her way– including me.
And, yet, somehow, I couldn't get her out of my head. The moment she'd stepped into my train compartment, I was astonished at her newfound beauty. And when she'd left Snape completely speechless in potions, I could feel myself getting attracted to her more and more.
It was maddening, really. Every time she walked past me, I felt this… pull. Something about the way her hair caught the light, or how her eyes seemed to burn with something I couldn't look away from. And it wasn't just her beauty. It was something else. Something I couldn't name.
She was everything I wasn't– free.
I found myself watching her, noticing the way she bit her lip when concentrated, the way she handled herself on the Quidditch pitch. She was better than good, and I hated that I was impressed by it. But what unnerved me most was how I didn't mind this strange fascination.
I didn't mind the way my heart sped up when she shot me a glare or how my chest tightened when she smiled. I didn't even mind that she was a Weasley, someone my father would consider beneath us. That didn't seem to matter anymore.
I didn't understand it, but for once, I didn't care.
Yet, it was an understatement to say that when I found the Weaslette on the astronomy tower a few day later, I had no idea what to do. I tried leaving as quietly as possible and internally screamed when my shoe hit a rock, announcing my presence.
Ginny: Malfoy?
I turned around, trying to casually play it off.
Draco: Hey…
Ginny: Can I help you?
C'mon, say something, stupid git, I screamed inwardly, this is your chance to talk to her! I made my way out of the shadows.
Draco: no, I was just showering in the prefect's bathroom when I decided to get some fresh air and- you don't… you don't care, sorry, I'm, uh, gonna leave now, so…
What bothered me most about the whole situation was that she wasn't saying anything. She wasn't mocking me or laughing, she just looked at me with a look of… curiosity? I had turned around, ready to leave, but turned back.
Draco: I'm sorry, but, aren't you gonna insult me or something?
Now, she was smiling.
Ginny: Why would I do that?
Draco: Well, I don't know. You're a Weasley, I'm a Malfoy. I guess that's kind off how it's always been.
Ginny: You do realise I never insulted you first? It was always you starting something.
I thought about it for a minute and realised she wasn't wrong.
Ginny: So do you want me to insult?
Draco: Well, no.
Ginny: Good.
I then saw her rummaging around in her bag, me, watching her awkwardly, not knowing how to act. She took out a self-rolled cigarette, or so I thought… As Ginny lighted the tip on fire, inhaled and exhaled on to tip to get it started, the smell of weed filled my nose. I didn't realise I was unapologetically staring at her, taking in the scene before me. The innocent, youngest Weasley smoking pot, at school no less. She must've realised I was staring, and seeing I wasn't leaving must've thought I also wanted some.
Ginny: D'you… want a hit?
Draco: Um, yeah, sure.
Unsure, I approached her and sat down on the edge of the astronomy tower as she was. I mean I'd done pot before. That wasn't the problem. It was the fact that I'd never been this close to her before. I could make out her raspberry scent through the smell of the spliff and absolutely fucking loved it. I took a hit of the joint and immediately coughed. Damn, she smoked heavy, but it had made her laugh, so I didn't mind. I clumsily gave the joint back. We passed it around a few more times in a comfortable silence.
Draco: So what you doing up here?
I could tell the question had made her uncomfortable by the way she immediately looked down and the content expression on her face disappeared. She cleared her throat and packed her stuff in her bag.
Ginny: I should go. You can keep the spliff.
Draco: What? Why're you leaving?
Ginny sighed.
Ginny: We're not doing this, okay? We're not gonna sit here and smoke weed together and talk about life. That's fucked up. Like you said, I'm a Weasley, you're a Malfoy.
Draco: Sorry.
She sighed again.
Ginny: Don't be. You know… that's the first time I've ever heard you say sorry.
Draco: Yeah, well, I can not be a complete asshole sometimes.
She smiled and nodded, but before fully disappearing out of sight, she turned back around.
Ginny: you're not going to tell Dumbledore about my weed stash, are you?
Draco: No, no worries. Your secret's safe with me.
Ginny: Good.
And before I could say anything else, she was gone, leaving me alone on the astronomy tower. I looked at the joint in my hand. Indirectly, our lips had touched, and she had had no problem with it. I wondered if I were the only person she smoked with from the same joint. But it didn't matter, really. Tonight, she'd done it with me.