Mystery of the Magic 8 Ball by moogle

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 12/07/2007
Last Updated: 12/07/2007
Status: Completed

What harm could possibly arise over the discovery of a single magic 8 ball?




1. Mystery of the Magic 8 Ball
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**Disclaimer: Did not create any of HP characters, etc etc.**

**A/N: Did this for the 7 for 7 challenge at portkey.org Enjoy.**

**Mystery of the Magic 8 Ball**


Draco Malfoy had always been a curious boy. He loved finding out new things and nosing into
other people’s business, and for the first time his meddlesome behaviour was about to lead to
something that would change his perspective forever; for you see, Draco Malfoy was about to
discover something very enlightening indeed.

Draco walked down the crowded corridor, his head held high as he sneered at the scuttling first
years, his cold, grey eyes glaring at the ridiculous Gryffindors strolling by. Why did they have to
be so darn cheerful all the time anyway? Bunch of prancing pansies. He stopped in mid-walk, his
eyes focusing on the redheaded girl now walking hurriedly out of the doors to the courtyard, her
chestnut eyes darting around nervously. Draco noticed the bundle tucked under her arms and a small
smirk graced his rather pointy features. The littlest weasel was hiding something, and he was going
to make sure he found out what.

Draco smoothed down his robes, for Merlin knows why, and followed the petite redhead out the
door. He watched her walking speedily towards the old tree by the lake and followed, his mind
eagerly seizing on visions of the weasel-girl being expelled or put in detention by an irate
McGonagall. Oh yes, this day was proving to be a very exciting day indeed for someone as nosy as
Draco Malfoy.

Draco paused and watched as the weasel-girl sat down under the tree and pulled out what looked
like a small black ball. He frowned to himself suddenly. What was her name again? Was it Binny?
Whinny? No, surely it was Minnie? He shook his head slightly, realising that either way her name
was horridly common and not worth remembering anyway. Mustering up his courage- for he had still
not forgotten the bat-bogey-hex in fifth year- Draco walked over to the redhead, who seemed
absorbed with the little, black ball. He paused again when her voice drifted to his ears, a
somewhat desperate tone creeping into it.

“Will Harry Potter marry me?” Ginny muttered. Draco watched curiously as she shook the black
ball and then stared at something on it. Suddenly she gave a loud, disgruntled shriek. “What do you
mean ‘don’t count on it??’” Ginny practically screamed and threw the black ball furiously, which,
unfortunately for Draco, hit him hard in the head.

“Ow!” Draco moaned, rubbing his head, which was now throbbing rather painfully. He glared down
at the black ball and picked it up, noticing the small triangle where the words ‘don’t count on it’
still glowed. “What the heck is wrong with you, Weasley?” Draco demanded, walking towards her with
a very dark scowl on his face. Weasel-girl glared at him, looking not in the least apologetic that
she had almost knocked him out with the stupid ball.

“I do have a name you know, it’s Ginny, and nothing is wrong with me.”

Draco almost laughed. At least he had been close with her name, but he was right after all; it
was horribly common. Curbing his rather natural desire to laugh at her, Draco instead looked at the
black ball in his hand.

“Sure nothing is wrong with you; that’s why you were talking to this ball and asking it whether
Potter was going to marry you.” Draco said sarcastically. “Of course only sane people do things
like that.”

Ginny glared at him and stood up, her long red hair tangling in her face from the wind. Draco
watched with one raised eyebrow as she irritably moved the masses of red from her face and finally
managed to scowl at him. He came to the conclusion that she was definitely insane.

“That is none of your business, you- you-” Ginny paused and frowned to herself. Suddenly she
grinned and looked at him triumphantly. “You blithering bigot!”

“You couldn’t think of anything better than that?” Draco asked contemptuously.

“I thought it was quite good actually.” Ginny said seriously. “Getting the whole alliteration
going and-”

Draco burst out laughing before he could stop himself. He could see her shocked expression and
mentally tried to force himself to stop laughing, but that only succeeded in making his laugh sound
almost like a donkey gasping for breath; something Malfoy’s were not allowed to sound like. Finally
he managed to get a control on himself and took a few calming breaths.

“You really are insane.” Draco said with another small chuckle. Ginny only glared at him, her
lips pursing into a not-at-all-amused expression.

“Right, well if you give me my magic ball back, I’ll be on my way.” Ginny said loftily, clearly
showing she was not in the mood to be talking to him anymore. Draco ignored her and glanced at the
small, black ball in his hand. This was magic? But it didn’t feel magic.

“What? This is a magic ball?” Draco asked curiously. Ginny huffed and tried to snatch it from
him, but Draco pulled his arm away.

“I found it at King’s Cross. It said ‘Magic Ball’ on the cover, so I guess it is magic. It’s
supposed to tell you the truth and sometimes your fortune, but-” Ginny scowled suddenly- “I think
it lies.”

“Why, because it said Potter wasn’t going to marry you?” Draco asked with a small smirk. Ginny
glared at him but didn’t say anything. Draco wasn’t sure why he wasn’t leaving or telling
McGonagall about this little episode, but he always had been curious about things; plus, it wasn’t
every day he came across a magic ball that told him his fortune.

“How does this thing work anyway?” Draco asked, his grey eyes examining the little ball. The
words that had been glowing before had vanished. Maybe it really was magic?

Ginny sighed, clearly having given up on getting the ball off him. “All you do is ask your
question and then shake the ball. It will come up with your answer in the triangle.”

Draco frowned and gave a small smirk as he thought of a question. “Is Ginny Weasley insane?” He
shook the ball and gave a loud laugh as the words ‘*it seems likely*’ showed up in the
triangle.

“What does it say?” Ginny asked. Draco showed her the ball, watching as her face twisted into a
furious expression. It really was quite amusing to see her getting so angry. It was not so amusing,
however, when she gave him a sharp kick in the leg, making him drop the ball.

“This is just ridiculous.” Ginny said irritably, ignoring his glare. “It is obviously
faulty.”

“Just face it, Weasley,” Draco said, while rubbing his leg. “You’re insane; even the weird ball
agrees with me.”

Ginny shook her head, a determined expression on her face. Draco reached down and picked up the
ball. “Look,” he began. “I can even prove that it is not faulty. I don’t like you at all, so I know
when I ask this ball if I love you that it will say ‘it is virtually impossible’ or something like
that.”

“Do it then.” Ginny said in a tired voice and sat back down on the grass, gazing at him
expectantly. Draco ignored her and stared at the ball in his hand.

“Does Draco Malfoy love Ginny Weasley?” Draco asked clearly, as he shook the ball. He watched as
the glowing words started to form in the triangle, and almost dropped it in horror when he read the
words.

“What? What did it say?” Ginny asked. Draco shook his head slightly and dropped the ball.

“You’re right, Weasley, it is obviously faulty.” Draco said quickly, his mind in turmoil at what
he had read. There was no way he could love Ginny Weasley. Just no way! That stupid ball was lying!
He couldn’t love something as ridiculous as that insane, freckled redhead!

Ginny reached over and picked up the ball, frowning as she stared at the words. “Without a
doubt.” She read out loud and then stared at him, dropping the ball back on the grass. “I told you
it was faulty.”

“Right.” Draco said a little too quickly, and then cursed himself mentally. Of course the ball
was just faulty. He stared at Ginny, noticing the disgruntled expression on her face as her hair
once more tangled itself in her mouth. He watched as she spat out bits of hair, and inwardly
cringed. There was just no way he could love something as awkward and unrefined as that bizarre
girl.

Ginny stood up again, dusting the dirt off the back of her robes. She glared at him and was
about to stalk away when she slipped on the black ball and fell straight into Draco. He
instinctively placed his arms around her to keep her steady. Their eyes met, and for some reason
Draco found himself forgetting all about her common name and her crazy behaviour. All he could
think about was how strange it was that he had never noticed the almost golden glow in her brown
eyes, or the fullness of her glossy lips, which he was sure were deliciously soft. He figured it
wouldn’t hurt to see if his musings were true, and before he could even think about what he was
doing, Draco soon had his lips pressed against hers. He felt Ginny stiffen against him, but she
slowly responded to the kiss. Draco inwardly smirked that he had been right; her lips were
deliciously soft.

Ginny pulled away, her eyes no longer flashing with anger. “Maybe that ball wasn’t faulty after
all?” She said with a small grin. Draco couldn’t help it; he grinned back.



