Chapter 1 : The Library
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Disclaimer: Everything except some of the plot belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling :)
Ginny Weasley was sitting alone at one of the back desks in the library, trying to finish a particularly difficult potions essay for her 4th year potions class. Ginny was sure Snape had assigned the essay out of spite for the classes rowdy behaviour the week before. She was not having much luck in completing it, which could be reflected in the crumpled up pieces of parchment and several open potion books that had littered the majority of the desk in front of her. Naturally, she was behind and was rushing to get it done for the next day. I really need to get my work done sooner, she scolded herself mentally.
She would have been working in the Gryffindor common room, but the quidditch team had just won their first match of the year. As usual, the twins had organized a huge party that was guaranteed to last until late that night. For that reason, Ginny had decided to work in the library. Madam Pince had already left and told Ginny to blow out the candles when she left. Absentmindedly glancing at the clock, Ginny realized that it was close to two in the morning. “I’m never going to finish this blasted essay,” she muttered, cursing her procrastination and tucking a strand of flaming red hair behind her left ear.
The library had always been nearly empty whenever Ginny was there. There were only a few stragglers still left; a small group of seventh year students up the front, struggling to finish assignments like her. She swore that she had noticed Hermione walk past her and towards the back, nose in a book, a few hours earlier. Apart from that, the library was deserted. It was quiet. Not the chilling kind of quiet that penetrated your very bones, but a peaceful silence that left you with only your thoughts and the scratching of a quill. She loved that kind of stillness. Sure, the roar of the quidditch pitch was exhilarating, the kind of noise she thrived on, but this was her serenity.
“What are you doing here?”
Startled by the unexpected voice, Ginny jumped a foot in the air and knocked over her bottle of ink. Cursing, she turned around in search of the interruption that had jerked her from her reverie.
“Not with your Gryffindor buddies celebrating your little victory, are you?” Draco Malfoy sneered at her from the entrance to the library, wearing a crisp shirt and trousers over his pale figure. “Did they kick you out or something?” He was bitter after their loss and still stank of sweat from the match. He had found some solace in firewhisky, but after drinking a bit too much, he began to walk around the castle in search of someone to take his anger out on. Unfortunately for Ginny, she had been the first person he had laid eyes on, and he decided she was the perfect candidate for the job.
“No,” she growled, “and not that it matters to you, but I have a potions essay to finish, so if you don’t mind, please leave. You’re nauseating me with that stench.”
Draco flashed a smile, all dazzling white teeth and thin lips. “I would’ve thought that a Weasley of all people would be used to some stink by now. Aren’t you still living with pigs or could you not afford them anymore?” He smirked as he slumped down near Ginny, putting his arm over the back of the couch in an arrogant, carefree way. Ginny’s cheeks turned a colour shockingly similar to her hair at his words.
“You are such an insufferable git!” She scooted as far away from him as she could manage without falling off the couch, her cheeks still flushed with anger.
He looked into her eyes, which distracted her for a moment, and then snatched the parchment she had been working on away from her reach.
“Give that back!” she hissed, trying to reclaim her essay. While doing so, she accidentally brushed up against his outstretched arm.
The sensation of her arm brushing over his pale skin sent tingles through his spine. Disgusted at the feeling, Draco threw Ginny’s parchment back at her. “It’s no fun messing with someone as helpless as a Weasley.” He turned his back to her ever so slightly, but couldn’t be bothered to leave. Instead, he closed his eyes for a moment.
Ginny’s face turned even redder. “Why don’t you just go back to your cronies and leave me in peace!” she spat. “What are you even doing here anyways?” She glanced at the empty doorway, as if she were expecting some more Slytherins to follow.
“I needed to find a place where I couldn’t hear all of that blasted racket that you Gryffindors are making. It’s echoing all through the dungeons and into our common room. Honestly, could you be any louder? It’s unbelievable.” Truthfully, he just liked to be alone after a loss, but there was no way he’s telling her that.
“Well if you Slytherins weren’t so bloody awful, you wouldn’t have to be listening to our racket, now would you?” she said with a smirk.
“We only lost because your boyfriend Potter is a cheater! Just like all the rest of you Gryffindors.”
“Oh, so how exactly did we beat you to a pulp then? By stealing answers to a test? Come on, ferret, we both know which team plays dirty, and it isn’t us.” She ignored the first comment about Harry being her boyfriend. Even though she wished it was true, she knew it would never happen. Her blood boiling, Ginny turned away from him and began to gather her things, ready to head back to the common room, the essay virtually forgotten.
Draco opened his yes, and grabbed her wrist in one swift movement. “Come on Ginny, me? I don’t play dirty, I win my fights fair and square. It’s you that we need to worry about.”
“What do you mean by that? I’m leaving,” she asked disdainfully, trying to free her wrist from his surprisingly powerful grip.
“Oh, innocent little Ginny,” he said with a devilish smirk. After a short pause, he said, “We both know that you fancy me, always have.”
Ginny stared at him as if he was suddenly missing an eye. She was too shocked and confused for words. After what felt like a day, Ginny finally managed to sputter, “What! That’s absurd! Why would you ever think that?” she yelled at him with a glare, disgusted at what he said. “How do I know it’s not you that fancies me?”
“Ha!” he scoffed, “and why would I ever fancy a Gryffindor?” He asked, injecting as much venom as possible into the last word. Even as he said that, he shifted slightly on the couch as if something was bothering him. “And of course, I could never be in love with anyone who’s brother is friends with ‘The Chosen One’,” he added with a touch of sarcasm.
“Just shut up and leave me alone,” said Ginny fiercely. It took all of her self-control not to curse him. “Please, just go,” she pleaded.
“Is little Weaselette not enjoying my presence? Maybe I should come a little closer then,” he smirked. Although he hated to admit it, it was much more fun than he’d had in a while just to mess with this redhead.
“Just GO!” she shouted, viciously pushing his arm off of her shoulder where it had sneakily settled a moment before, almost like a snake.
“Fine,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender. “But don’t think we’re done here. I will get you to admit it.”
Draco walked out of the library, but not before flashing her one last smirk.
“I will win this, Weaselette.”
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