One Day
Note: Veri is said the same way as ‘very’.
Disclaimer:All the HP characters etc. belong to J. K. Rowling. I’m just a Potter lover like everyone else.
Chapter 3 - About Her... And Him
Draco yawned from his couch. "Look Weasley, when do you go back home? It’s bloody late now."
Ginny looked up from her sketch. "We go home when I want to, because it’s my home and this is my office and that is my couch you are sitting on."
He whistled, "You sure are possessive."
"Comes from being the youngest in a family of seven kids. If most of what you get are hand-me-downs then whatever’s yours and only yours, well, it’s pretty damn special."
"I wouldn’t have thought you were one to swear," Draco drawled.
"You bring out the bad side of me," she drawled back.
"I didn’t know you had a bad side."
"I don’t think you have a good side."
"I don’t."
"Oh, I’m so scared, Mr. Bodyguard Guy."
Draco smirked. "You should be. Only idiots aren’t."
"Did that mean you don’t think I’m an idiot?"
"Not as much as your brothers are, at least."
That annoyed Ginny. Just when she was beginning to think he could be at least semi-human, he had to go say something annoying like that about her family. "Damn. And here I was, Malfoy, thinking ‘Hey, maybe Ron was wrong-Draco bloody Malfoy doesn’t seem so bad. I suppose this is one of the few occasions that Ron is right. You don’t have to be such a git all the time, you know."
"Weasley, what do you think I was being this entire conversation? A sex symbol?"
Ginny snorted, earning a glare from Draco. "I can only wonder, and you can only wish. If you’re a sex symbol, I’m a-"
"-Flying Tree Frog?" he added innocently.
"Better than a big headed, heartless git, any day." Ginny bent her head back over the sketch she was working on, and Draco picked up an issue of Witch Weekly.
However, always one for getting the last word, he couldn’t resist a drawled "Thanks for the compliment, Ginny. Nice to know you think so much of me."
Ginny groaned. Draco smirked. And the only actions from either afterward were the piercing glares Ginny gave out freely.
***
"How could you so that!" Ron roared. "Sending a git like Malfoy to "look after" Ginny! He’s probably in cahoots with the very people who are trying to get her!"
"Draco has been very helpful to the Ministry lately, Mr Weasley." Veridan Deckford smiled falsely and returned to the paperwork piling up on her desktop.
"Of course, Veri. I would have held him back," Hermione motioned to Ron, "but he was very... indignant about your decision. Do you think you can change your mind? Neville, perhaps? Hannah Abbott’s quite good I hear. Terry Boot? Stephanie Moon?"
"Terribly sorry, Herm, but he’s already been sent off. You should have owled me earlier. There’s not terribly much I can do now." Veri smiled in a way that told Hermione she really wasn’t that sorry.
"Yes there is!" Ron exclaimed, face reddening. "You can call that bloody git back and stick him in Azkaban with the rest of the... those... people like him!"
"Ron, I’m sure Veri-" she shot the latter a look "-would do anything she could. But she’s obviously very busy-"
"-very, very busy-"
"-and so we’ll leave her alone now. Gin’s a big girl, she can look after herself."
"She’s my little sister!"
"She’s a year younger than you, Ron."
He spluttered. "Well... a year... it can mean a lot!"
"Come along now, Ron." Hermione’s face was almost gone from the fireplace when she called back, "Have fun, Veri!" and winked.
Veri laughed, a loud, throaty laugh. Hermione could be so unpredictable at times. And that girl knew her so well. "Benjamin!" she called to her newly employed secretary. "Bennie!"
***
Ginny yawned and decided it was time to finish up and go home. Something was irking her mind her mind as she prepared to Apparate home...
...Draco!
She returned to the sofa where he was now lying, sleeping. She was about to vigorously shake him awake when she noticed how nice he looked asleep. His silvery-blond hair had fallen in his face. His breath was coming out in slow, steady intervals. Long eyelashes would have made any other look feminine, but they only added to his striking good looks. His face was sharp, but looked a lot softer and gentler in his sleep.
Of course, this didn’t mean he wasn’t very handsome awake. Ginny had to admit that he was very, very good-looking. He was just so much more... innocent in his sleep. Younger. More childlike. So much easier to hurt. The mask that usually hid whatever was inside wasn’t there anymore.
She could have bent down so easily and-
-his eyes snapped open.
She jumped and looked away, a look on her face. One similar to the look on a child’s face as he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. One similar to the look on one’s face when one knew that something was forbidden. Yet wanted it anyway.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, suspiciously.
"Nothing. I was just about to wake you up. I’m ready to go now." However, the speed of her breathing and the guilty look on her face told him that nothing was really something. But Draco decided to let it go.
For now.
"About bloody time," he remarked. "You females are so slow."
Ginny liked him a lot more sleeping.
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A/N: I know the chapter is really short, and the time to get it out was really long. I just got rather distracted, and I rewrote most of it because I hated what I had before. The next chapter will be out faster (I hope). Keep on reviewing, and any questions, comments and ideas are very much welcomed in my inbox:dancing_with_the_burning_devil@hotmail.com.
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