Drinny FF

Chapter 24

I sat across from Ginny at the small table in my private quarters, watching her scribble down notes with her usual determined focus. Her brow was furrowed, lips slightly parted in concentration as she wrote down the exact steps for me to follow.

I shifted in my seat, tapping my quill absently against the edge of the table. We'd been on the same topic for too long, and my mind wandered to something else—a party happening in the Slytherin common room that weekend. It was exclusive, the kind of thing only Slytherins typically attended, unless you had an invatation. But there was a part of me—an unexpected part—that wanted Ginny to be there.

Clearing my throat, I spoke casually.

Draco: You, uh, heard about the party on Saturday?

Ginny looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and for a second, she didn't respond. Then, she raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

Ginny: Are you asking me if I'm going? Or are you just making conversation?

I felt a small smile creep onto my face, but I tried to keep my tone nonchalant.

Draco: Well, I was wondering if you were thinking about coming.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she looked at me with amusement.

Ginny: As if anyone other than Slytherins can get into your little snake pit. Unless…

She tilted her head, her grin widening.

Ginny: You're inviting me?

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, but the way she was teasing me got under his skin—in a way that made my pulse quicken more than I cared to admit. I knew she was right. No one outside Slytherin got into our common room unless they were explicitly invited. It was part of the whole exclusivity of being in Slytherin. And here I was, about to break that unspoken rule.

Draco: Maybe I am.

I said, trying to sound indifferent but failing miserably. My voice was quieter when I spoke again.

Draco: Would you come if I did?

Ginny's smirk softened into something less playful, her eyes searching my face for a second.

Ginny: You want me there?

Her tone was curious, not mocking now, as if she were genuinely surprised.

I felt my mouth go dry. Admitting it felt like stepping onto dangerous ground, but I nodded, unable to meet her gaze for a moment.

Draco: Yeah.

I finally looked at her.

Draco: I'd like you to come.

The silence stretched for a second too long, and I started to wonder if I'd made a mistake by saying it. But then Ginny's lips curved into a small smile—one that sent a strange, warm feeling through me.

Ginny: All right.

Her voice was light but with an undertone that made my chest tighten.

Ginny: I'll come.

Draco nodded, feeling something settle in my chest—something I wasn't ready to think about too deeply. I leaned back in my chair, picking up my quill again as if the conversation had been nothing more than a casual remark, but the subtle tension between us said otherwise.

As Ginny turned back to her notes, I let myself glance at her from the corner of my eye. Maybe having her at the party wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.