Minty Fresh Friendship by HeavensEyes588

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 25/03/2004
Last Updated: 25/03/2004
Status: Completed

With his father jailed and his mother in St. Mungo's, Draco's point of view has shifted.
And he has the perfect idea on how to make it up to the one girl he used to tease, but now loves.
DG with a bit of fluffiness! ONE SHOT!




1. Minty Fresh Friendship
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**Summary: With his father jailed and his mother in St. Mungo’s, Draco’s point of view has
shifted. And he has the perfect idea on how to make it up to the one girl he used to tease, but now
loves. ONE SHOT! D/G**

**Minty Fresh Friendship**

It was all different now. His opinions, his way of life, his purpose of life. It had all
changed. For better or for worse, he still didn’t know. But he was bound to living like this for
now.

After the 5th year Harry Potter had proceeded in naming the death eaters present at
the battle and that had included his father. After his father had been apprehended and sent to
Azkaban, he had been sentenced to the Dementor’s Kiss soon. But it had been argued over and it was
decided to leave him in Azkaban to suffer a while longer.

But that wasn’t all. Because her husband had been convicted she had found no desire or purpose
to live, so she had gone insane. He would find her awake in the early hours of the morning crying
hysterically. She would do the oddest things and she took up drinking. He, of course, had not liked
her new habit. But he could not say a word against it in fear of the punishments that would
overcome him when she got drunk and mad.

So he stayed in his room most of the time playing a new muggle instrument he had always wanted
to take up but his father never let him. Now that his father was resting safely in Azkaban he had
bought a guitar and spends endless nights making up songs and lyrics. And he had figured out that
he was quite good at this.

Occasionally, his mother would break into his room and swing his guitar across the room breaking
windows and tables and chairs. He would sit back and watch every time. And the next day he would
buy a new one. Money was not in shortage even though his father no longer was able to supply for
them. All of his relatives sent enormous shipments of money every week for his enjoyment and his
mother’s beverages.

His hair hung loosely in his face now that it had grown a bit longer over the summer. He no
longer gelled it back and that seemed to attract more girls then ever before.

Now that he saw the world in a different angle he loved to shop at muggle malls. And he seemed
much more generous. The homeless seemed to benefit greatly from his charities. He had gained muggle
money by working as a waiter at a local restaurant. Anything to gain money and keep him away from
his mother.

Draco came home one day to a note pinned on the inside of the front marble and oak French
doors.

*Draco Malfoy,*

*Your mother has been a dangerous threat on your life and has been sent to St. Mungo’s for
rehabilitation. She might not be released for a long while. After you left she had banged her head
severely against a sharp table edge and has caused quite a memory loss and additional lunacy. You
no longer need to fear her safety nor yours. Enjoy your last few days of summer.*

*Yours Truly,*

*Cornelius Fudge*

Draco sighed and seated himself on the nearest leather couch. They had not impeached Fudge since
Harry Potter had been able to defeat Voldemort. Draco had been with the impeachment and still was
but it was all done now.

Then school began.

“Draco!” cried Pansy as she ran towards him and quickly wrapped her arms around him in a tight,
breath-taking (literally) hug.

“Get your arms off of me, Parkinson,” Draco cried as he pulled her arms off and trudged to the
Slytherin Table awaiting the feast so he could rush up to his dormitory and talk to Blaise Zabini.
Blaise seemed the only that actually understood Draco and gave more profound advices unlike Crabbe
and Goyle’s nodding heads and grunts. Pansy was a little taken aback at his snappish attitude but
quickly recovered.

The sorting was quite long now that Voldemort had been vanquished. More students came no longer
needing to beware for their safety. After Harry Potter had dueled with him in the Ministry of Magic
they had met up again over the summer. It had been a single combat and Harry had won after several
hours of down-right dirty combat. Harry Potter had come out quite uninjured except for a twisted
ankle and a broken leg. He also had gained a minor memory loss that gave him a seat in St. Mungo’s
near Neville’s parents. It was said that he would be released in October and he would be able to
attend Hogwarts in his normal mind with all his memory back.

The feast finally began and seemed to end soon. Dumbledore gave a short speech like every year
but also added a little thank you to Harry for his accomplishment and the cheering in the room was
the loudest it had ever been.

During the speeches, he thought about her. He couldn’t figure out why he had teased her. She
seemed so unique: her laugh, her smile, her attitude. The way she held her spoon and the way she
sipped her drink, so feminine, so cute. He found her so enticing, so tempting, and he couldn’t wait
to make her his.

The feast ended and everyone made their way sleepily back to their warm dormitories. While Draco
was listening to Pansy blabber, he saw her. Her red hair always stuck out from the brown and lack
and blond tufts of hair. And her heavenly minty scent seemed to separate itself from all the other
smells and drift around him. He turned around to spot where Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were,
but they were nowhere to be found. When he turned around again to look for the red-headed girl, she
was gone.

The next morning he woke up anxiously and made his way quickly to the Great Hall for his
Saturday breakfast. Along the way he heard Hermione and Ginny having a conversation.

“I love cinnamon. It’s my personal favorite,” Hermione said as she placed her hand on her chest
indicating it was her favorite.

“Yes, I do like cinnamon tea, but I prefer mint. It’s so refreshing like a new beginning or a
new day or friendship,” Ginny replied.

“I see your point. Mint is quite refreshing like beginning a new day or starting anything anew,”
Hermione agreed. They both walked off to the Great Hall continuing their discussion.

Draco memorized the conversation before making his was to the Great Hall and seating himself at
the Slytherin Table. He took out a decorated paper and began a letter of great importance to him
making sure to find the best-chosen words he could use.

A few hours later Draco was seated at a table in the Slytherin Common Room appearing to be
reading what looked like a Potions book when Blaise Zabini walked in.

“What was *Draco Malfoy* doing in the *gardens* today?” asked Blaise as he eyes Draco
suspiciously.

“Why do you care?” retorted Draco as kept his gaze focused on the fine print of the paper.

“When you see a cold-blooded *Slytherin* in the *garden* carefully choosing
*flowers* and *inhaling* its scent, you know something is up,” Blaise replied accenting
the important words.

“They are for my mother. I am in need of a certain item and I’m trying to bribe her into buying
it for me,” Draco lied easily. His mind smirked at the ease of which he was able to lie and how
truthful it sounded.

“Whatever you say, mate,” Blaise replied. “Whatever you say.” With that he walked out of the
portrait and was gone in a matter of seconds.

Draco relaxed and continued writing the letter in the calming silence that echoed throughout the
Slytherin Common Room.

Minutes later Ginny walked into her dormitory and her gaze fell upon a beautifully decorated
parchment and a small lilac box lying alone on her nightstand. She walked over slowly and picked up
the letter. A small smile tugged at her lips and a twinkle like Dumbledore’s appeared in her eyes
as she read the letter.

It read:

*For all the times I made you cry*

*And teased you mercilessly*

*Here’s a present to tell you*

*I’m ever truly sorry*

*I’ve passed you in the halls*

*Several many times*

*And your heavenly minty scent*

*Seems to always arouse my mind*

*Your* *vibrating red hair*

*And heart-warming brown eyes*

*Bring little highlights of happiness*

*Into my morbid life*

*So here’s a little thank you*

*For making me tingle with joy*

*I love you, Ginny Weasley*

*You’re my hearts affection toy*

*So if your heart be with me*

*And you choose to take me on*

*Sprinkle bits of my gift*

*Upon me when I am forlorn*

*As I end my poem*

*Here are two last important lines*

*I love you, Ginny Weasley*

*So will you please be mine?*

*~Draco Nicholas Achilles Odysseus Malfoy*

Ginny had always had a little crush on the Hogwarts bad boy, Even though he had always teased
her she couldn’t help but love his gorgeous looks. I mean who could resist?

She picked up the little box and opened it gingerly. Inside was the prettiest and freshest mint
herbs tied with a blood red rose. How he had managed to tie a bouquet with a rose, she had no clue.
But he had done it. How had he known that he loved mint herbs? Then she remembered the shadow she
had felt a few hours ago when she had been chatting with Hermione. That had been Draco! Boy, he was
sneaky. She inhaled the heavenly scent and quickly placed all of them but one in a vase Harry
Potter had given her for her birthday a while ago.

She looked outside the window and spotted a gloomy yet handsome looking Draco standing near the
lake with Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle listening inattentively to Pansy as she rambled on and on.

Ginny took the mint herb in her small, milky white hand and delicately tore it apart into little
bits and threw them out the window.

Draco felt little tufts of an herb fall delicately on his head powdering his blond hair with a
touch of color. He smiled as he looked up at the window and saw her shining face smiling back at
him, giggling. At that moment, he knew that this was the beginning of a minty new friendship.


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