Draco grabbed Ginny’s hand and started leading her down the corridor.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Where did you want to go last night?” he asked with a smirk firmly planted on his face.
Ginny thought that it was a good thing she liked him, because that smirk really irritated the hell out of her sometimes. He was so sure of himself. Of course, that was also part of his appeal. She shook her head and made a mental note that teenage girls were idiots.
Draco snapped his fingers in front of her face and that brought her back to his question. “Don’t snap at me, it is condescending.”
“Answer the question instead of drifting off into a fog.”
“Let me see. I wanted you to take me to your room.” Ginny brightened at the thought that he was willing to walk her through the Slytherin Common Room.
Draco turned Ginny down a side corridor, and she frowned. “This isn’t the way to the Dungeons.”
“Yes, it is.” Draco informed her as he walked up to a painting of a former Slytherin. “Sir, I need access to my room, please.”
The man in the painting leered at Ginny and said, “Isn’t she a cute bit of fluff. She doesn’t look like a Slytherin. I guess that is why you’re taking the back entrance.”
Ginny was about to argue when the portrait opened up, and Draco pulled her inside. She silently fumed all of the way to the door that he tapped with his wand. When he pulled her into his room, she was ready for a fight.
Draco turned to look at Ginny, and was unprepared for the anger that was in her eyes. “I thought this was what you wanted.”
“I’m not good enough to take through the front door?” she demanded in a quiet voice that hid the anger and hurt she was feeling.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I never said that. You have to ignore the portrait; he is a hundred years behind the times.”
Ginny stuck her chin up defiantly. “If I asked, would you take me out into the Common Room and sit with me?”
“No, I would not.” Draco stated succinctly.
Ginny’s bravado failed, and she felt tears start to prick her eyes. She turned away from Draco. “Are you ashamed of me?”
She heard Draco huff in frustration. “That is ridiculous. I am not ashamed of you. I am trying to protect you. If people knew that we were sleeping together they would say rude things to you.”
Ginny was beginning to wonder if she could feel any worse. “Is that all we are doing?” she asked as she played with the hem of her shirt.
“Oh, for the love of Merlin,” Draco muttered as he walked around to see Ginny’s face. “I thought this is what you wanted. I have never brought a girl back to my room. Did you forget that?”
“Well, at least I know that I rank above the other girls you were just shagging for entertainment.”
Draco glared at her. “Stop painting yourself as the injured party. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Ginny’s temper finally kicked in. She reached up and pointed at the barrette in her hair. “I thought this meant I was your girlfriend. I’m a little upset to find out that it means I’m your...whatever.”
Draco reached up and rubbed his temples. “I swear life would be easier if I were bent. Men say what they mean. Women twist things around, and then they get teary eyed in an attempt to make you feel guilty.”
Ginny tried not to sniffle, but she couldn’t help it. Things had been going so well, and now they were all messed up.
Draco heard Ginny sniffle, and when he looked at her face he saw that she was valiantly attempting to maintain her composure. When her bottom lip started to quiver, his anger dissipated. He opened his arms, and drew her to his chest. “It’s all right. This is a stupid fight. I thought I was doing something nice by bringing you here, and that damn portrait messed it all up.”
Ginny sniffled into Draco’s robe, and wrapped her arms around his warm, reassuring bulk. She listened as Draco made shushing noises, and she managed to calm down.
When she had her sniffles under control, she looked up at him and said, “Thank you.”
Draco wasn’t sure if she was thanking him for comforting her, or for bringing her to his room. As he felt the tightness recede in his chest, he realized that it didn’t matter. He gave her a quick squeeze and asked, “Better now?”
She nodded, and he said, “Why don’t you go wash your face in the loo.”
“All right.” Ginny walked towards the door he indicated, and she used one of his towels to wash her face. On impulse, she lifted up the bottle of cologne on the counter and sniffed it. She smiled at the warm feeling his scent gave her. She used her wand to disguise the redness in her eyes, and she went back out to find him changing his shirt.
He smirked at her and said, “You got the other one all wet.”
“Sorry, I’ll try not to cry on another one of your shirts for at least a month.”
Draco finished buttoning his shirt, and then he waved her over to look at a portrait on the wall. Draco muttered a spell, and the person disappeared. In his place was a scenic view of Malfoy Manor. “That is where I live. This portrait is spelled to show you any place you want to see. Pick a place.”
Ginny thought a moment. “I want to see the Eiffel Tower.” She watched as the picture swirled, and then the tall metal structure came into view. “That is amazing.”
Draco had fun pulling up different sites and showing them to Ginny. He told her the places he had visited, and the ones he still wanted to see. She reached out and held his hand while he talked. He didn’t pull away. When he was done showing her the pictures, she kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
“Your welcome.” Draco leaned down and kissed her, and Ginny felt like all was right in her world.
Hermione was waiting for Blaise in the library. The girls at the next table were annoying her by chattering about the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend. She briefly fantasized about Blaise asking her to go with him. They had never discussed bringing their relationship to light. She had always liked having a secret, but now she was wondering if he would ever agree to go public with their relationship.
Blaise walked into the library and briefly made eye contact with her before he walked back through the aisles of books. Hermione waited a moment before she stood up and followed him. She found him waiting for her in the Wizarding Law section. “Hello, Blaise.”
Blaise smiled warmly at her and replied, “Hello, luv.” Reaching out, he pulled her towards him and kissed her on the cheek. “You look pensive today,” he commented.
“I was just thinking about the Hogsmeade Weekend.”
Blaise gave her a knowing look. “Were you?” Hermione nodded. “What were you thinking about?”
Hermione took a deep breath. “I think we should go together. I don’t care who knows about us. Harry is seeing Millicent, and no one has made a big deal out of that.”
Blaise seemed to think a moment. “How will you react if people ask why you are with me?”
Hermione snorted. She had always felt that Blaise was much more attractive that she was. “They are much more likely to ask why you are with a know-it-all bookworm.”
Blaise smirked. “I’ll just tell them that you snuck up on me and kissed me senseless in the library. I’m sure they’ll understand.”
“Hey, you kissed me first,” Hermione teased.
“Right, remind me how that worked again,” he suggested as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Hermione leaned into him, and they kissed until they were both out of breath. “Meet me after dinner tonight at our usual place,” he told her before he walked off.
Hermione smiled as she watched him leave, until she realized that he had completely avoided her question about Hogsmeade. “Sneaky Slytherin,” she muttered as she made her way back to where she had been working on her homework.
Ginny’s snogging session with Draco was interrupted when there was a knock at his door. Draco called out, “Who is it?”
“It’s Blaise. I need to speak to you.”
“Just a minute,” Draco answered. He looked at Ginny. "Would you mind waiting in the loo while I talk to Blaise?”
Ginny did mind, but she wasn’t willing to start a fight when they were just getting along again. She sighed and walked to the loo. She left the door open a bit so that she could hear what was being said.
Draco opened the door and looked at his friend. “What’s up?”
Blaise came in and paced for a moment. “We are both in the same boat. We are both seeing Gryffindors who would rather we go public with our relationships. My Gryffindor just asked me to take her to Hogsmeade next weekend. Any thoughts?”
Draco flicked his eyes towards the loo. “Now is really not the time to talk about this. Why don’t you let me think about it, and I’ll come and see you later?”
Blaise gave his friend a knowing smile. “That sounds like a plan. I’ll just see myself out.”
Ginny pushed the door to the loo shut as Blaise opened the door to Draco’s room. She was hoping to cover up any noise that closing her door might make.
Draco came over and tapped on the door. “You can come out now.” Ginny walked out and looked at him expectantly. “Blaise needed to speak to me about something. I told him I’d see him later.”
“Should I go?” Ginny asked.
Draco gave her an amused look. “Have we had a wild shag, and I’ve suddenly forgotten?”
“No.” Ginny rolled her eyes at Draco.
Draco walked forward and put his hands on her hips. “Well then, I think we should take advantage of the fact that we are in a room with a real bed.”
“I guess we should,” Ginny agreed as Draco leaned down to kiss her.