Ginny stared at him for a long time before her eyes widened. When she spoke, her voice was quiet. She was almost speaking to herself, but he heard her.
“It was from you,”she murmured.
He smiled and nodded. “I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out.”
“Well, I wasn't think about it, really. And you could have told me. You had a year.” She pulled her knees to her chest and blinked at him. “Why?”
“Why didn't I tell you?” He frowned. “I thought you'd be mad or disgusted if you knew it was from me.” He shrugged.
“I probably would have been in disbelief, actually.” Ginny smiled and started to tie her hair back away from her face. “So why did you send it to me? You weren't even talking to me when it arrived, if I remember correctly.”
“That's right,” Draco said, nodding. “But I wonder why you let me talk to you at all. When I approached you, you were ready to hex me.”
“Almost.”
“I'm glad you didn't,” Draco murmured, scratching the back of his neck. “Though you're brilliant at a Bat-Bogey Hex.”
“That's not all,” Ginny said, giving him a very Malfoyish smirk. “But it's the hex you're used to, isn't it?”
“I know you're better with Reducto than any others.” He grinned at her expression. “People talk, that's how I know.”
“I never used it much,” she confessed. “I know Reducto was a powerful one. At first, I didn't think it would do anything. But then it did, and Harry was so impressed. I felt really good about that, because I-”
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“It's in the past,” he said softly. “It doesn't matter anymore, does it? You spent a long time with Harry, so it's hard to let things like that go.”
Ginny looked at him. “That's the first time you've ever said his first name before.” She grinned broadly. “Could you be growing up?”
He scowled.
She laughed. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” he said.
“Maybe we should go get something to eat.” Ginny looked out the window behind the couch, the sun blazing it. “What time is it?”
“Almost noon,” Draco told her. “We could go into Diagon Alley.” His suggestion was let in the air as Ginny shook her head.
“We should go to a restaurant, get some real food,” she said. Then she stood up and stretched. “Oh, don't tell me that turns you on.”
“No,” Draco lied. He hadn't realized she heard the noise he made when she moved. “That doesn't do anything for me.”
“Right,” replied Ginny as she walked down the hall to the bathroom and shut the door.
**
They walked down the streets of London. Ginny had chosen to wear a black dress that accented her curves, and Draco had definitely noticed. He kept any comments to himself, because he was still trying to figure out what was going on between them.
He liked her, that much he knew. She had blown into his life at the perfect time and had apparently decided to stick around, but for how long he still didn't know.
“So,” Draco began, trying to keep his eyes on her face, “where did you want to go? There's lots of places.”
Ginny didn't say anything, just kept her eyes on the shops and such. Then she stopped, frowning.
They stood in front of a coffee shop.
“Did you want to go in there?” he asked. He watched her body stiffen and followed her gaze. “Oh, I see.”
Through the window sat two people – two people she really didn't feel like seeing at all.
Fate was cruel.
“Come on,” Draco said. “Oh, Ginny, don't.”
But she'd already stepped inside. She didn't waste any time heading toward the middle of the shop. Pansy was the first to see her, her lips curling.
“Oh, look, Harry. I guess she knew we were almost finished and wanted our scraps.”
Harry looked up from his plate and stared at Ginny. He didn't comment on Pansy's words, didn't say anything, until Draco emerged from behind Ginny.
When he bent to kiss Ginny's cheek, Harry bristled.
“Fancy seeing you two here,” the blond said, smirking. “Don't mind us. We were just getting something to eat. We need it after the night we had.”
Ginny nodded.
“This day just keeps getting better,” Pansy said as she stood up. On her way to the door, she made sure to slam Ginny with her shoulder. “Oops,” she said, smiling unkindly.
Ginny closed her eyes. Her mother always told her to count to ten when she was angry. She made it to four before she turned around and rammed Pansy in the back.
The dark-haired witch stumbled straight out the door. She fell on her hands and knees and turned just in time to see Ginny coming toward her, wand in hand.
“Get up!” Ginny shouted.
Pansy smiled and stood slowly, then stepped closer to Ginny and punched her in the face.
“Mother fucker!” Ginny hissed, hand going to her face. Her hand swung wildly, trying to find Pansy. She stopped and it was just enough time for Pansy to rip the wand from her.
“Are you afraid to fight me like a normal person?” Pansy asked, chuckling. “Or are you afraid you'd lose either way?”
Before Ginny removed her hand from her face, Pansy shoved her into the wall of the shop.
“You started this,” Pansy snarled. “Finish it.”
Ginny looked at her now and smirked. “Do you want more hair ripped out this time? I only got one side before.”
“What is your problem?” Pansy snapped. “God, you're such a bitch.”
This time Ginny laughed.
“I'm the bitch? I'm not the one who stole someone's boyfriend.”
“Sweetie, I didn't steal Harry from you. He came to me on his own because he was tired of you. I just gave him what you couldn't.”
Ginny bit the inside of her cheek before she sent her fist into Pansy's face – an injury to match her own.
Before she could see the damage she'd done, Draco appeared in front of her.
“Let's go,” he said. He glanced behind him. “Potter will pick up his own trash.”
“It was from you,”she murmured.
He smiled and nodded. “I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out.”
“Well, I wasn't think about it, really. And you could have told me. You had a year.” She pulled her knees to her chest and blinked at him. “Why?”
“Why didn't I tell you?” He frowned. “I thought you'd be mad or disgusted if you knew it was from me.” He shrugged.
“I probably would have been in disbelief, actually.” Ginny smiled and started to tie her hair back away from her face. “So why did you send it to me? You weren't even talking to me when it arrived, if I remember correctly.”
“That's right,” Draco said, nodding. “But I wonder why you let me talk to you at all. When I approached you, you were ready to hex me.”
“Almost.”
“I'm glad you didn't,” Draco murmured, scratching the back of his neck. “Though you're brilliant at a Bat-Bogey Hex.”
“That's not all,” Ginny said, giving him a very Malfoyish smirk. “But it's the hex you're used to, isn't it?”
“I know you're better with Reducto than any others.” He grinned at her expression. “People talk, that's how I know.”
“I never used it much,” she confessed. “I know Reducto was a powerful one. At first, I didn't think it would do anything. But then it did, and Harry was so impressed. I felt really good about that, because I-”
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“It's in the past,” he said softly. “It doesn't matter anymore, does it? You spent a long time with Harry, so it's hard to let things like that go.”
Ginny looked at him. “That's the first time you've ever said his first name before.” She grinned broadly. “Could you be growing up?”
He scowled.
She laughed. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” he said.
“Maybe we should go get something to eat.” Ginny looked out the window behind the couch, the sun blazing it. “What time is it?”
“Almost noon,” Draco told her. “We could go into Diagon Alley.” His suggestion was let in the air as Ginny shook her head.
“We should go to a restaurant, get some real food,” she said. Then she stood up and stretched. “Oh, don't tell me that turns you on.”
“No,” Draco lied. He hadn't realized she heard the noise he made when she moved. “That doesn't do anything for me.”
“Right,” replied Ginny as she walked down the hall to the bathroom and shut the door.
They walked down the streets of London. Ginny had chosen to wear a black dress that accented her curves, and Draco had definitely noticed. He kept any comments to himself, because he was still trying to figure out what was going on between them.
He liked her, that much he knew. She had blown into his life at the perfect time and had apparently decided to stick around, but for how long he still didn't know.
“So,” Draco began, trying to keep his eyes on her face, “where did you want to go? There's lots of places.”
Ginny didn't say anything, just kept her eyes on the shops and such. Then she stopped, frowning.
They stood in front of a coffee shop.
“Did you want to go in there?” he asked. He watched her body stiffen and followed her gaze. “Oh, I see.”
Through the window sat two people – two people she really didn't feel like seeing at all.
Fate was cruel.
“Come on,” Draco said. “Oh, Ginny, don't.”
But she'd already stepped inside. She didn't waste any time heading toward the middle of the shop. Pansy was the first to see her, her lips curling.
“Oh, look, Harry. I guess she knew we were almost finished and wanted our scraps.”
Harry looked up from his plate and stared at Ginny. He didn't comment on Pansy's words, didn't say anything, until Draco emerged from behind Ginny.
When he bent to kiss Ginny's cheek, Harry bristled.
“Fancy seeing you two here,” the blond said, smirking. “Don't mind us. We were just getting something to eat. We need it after the night we had.”
Ginny nodded.
“This day just keeps getting better,” Pansy said as she stood up. On her way to the door, she made sure to slam Ginny with her shoulder. “Oops,” she said, smiling unkindly.
Ginny closed her eyes. Her mother always told her to count to ten when she was angry. She made it to four before she turned around and rammed Pansy in the back.
The dark-haired witch stumbled straight out the door. She fell on her hands and knees and turned just in time to see Ginny coming toward her, wand in hand.
“Get up!” Ginny shouted.
Pansy smiled and stood slowly, then stepped closer to Ginny and punched her in the face.
“Mother fucker!” Ginny hissed, hand going to her face. Her hand swung wildly, trying to find Pansy. She stopped and it was just enough time for Pansy to rip the wand from her.
“Are you afraid to fight me like a normal person?” Pansy asked, chuckling. “Or are you afraid you'd lose either way?”
Before Ginny removed her hand from her face, Pansy shoved her into the wall of the shop.
“You started this,” Pansy snarled. “Finish it.”
Ginny looked at her now and smirked. “Do you want more hair ripped out this time? I only got one side before.”
“What is your problem?” Pansy snapped. “God, you're such a bitch.”
This time Ginny laughed.
“I'm the bitch? I'm not the one who stole someone's boyfriend.”
“Sweetie, I didn't steal Harry from you. He came to me on his own because he was tired of you. I just gave him what you couldn't.”
Ginny bit the inside of her cheek before she sent her fist into Pansy's face – an injury to match her own.
Before she could see the damage she'd done, Draco appeared in front of her.
“Let's go,” he said. He glanced behind him. “Potter will pick up his own trash.”
Author notes: I needed some kind of awesomeness to happen.
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