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09 January 2011 @ 03:58 am
the unromantic ones {draco/ginny}  
Title: The Unromantic Ones
Author: raspberry_rave
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley
Summary: Ginny moves on.
Word Count: ca. 700

Author’s Note: Found this tidbit while clearing out my hard drive. Vignette. AU. Fluff.



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Ginny watched for the flash of blonde hair to enter the Great Hall, like she had every day for some time now. She didn’t know when trading barbs had become the highlight of her day, but the flutter of anticipation she felt when she saw him saunter towards the Slytherin table would not be denied.

When Harry dumped her, and despite what anyone said she knew rejection when she heard it and Harry had been rejecting her, she had fallen into a depression. For days she’d cried like there was no tomorrow, and no one had been there to comfort her. But she got over it, just barely. One night as she had been contemplating her worth she stared into the night sky and made a wish. It was childish, but she’d been a child then. Now she knew better. Now she knew that it was up to you to make your wishes come true. And that was exactly what she was doing.

Ginny tossed her hair, grinning unrepentantly when she caught the attention of the Slytherin seated three tables across from her, and continued to devour her pancakes. Ron and Hermione regarded her warily and Ginny suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Didn’t they expect her to move on? Maybe Draco Malfoy wasn’t at the top of Ron’s list for blokes he wouldn’t kill for dating his sister, maybe he was at the bottom, but Ginny’s heart had been tangled for so long now that she relished the freedom that Malfoy represented.

She really had gotten over Harry, even burning the unsent notes she had written for him so many years ago. She’d cringed at the horrible poetry, but the sense of catharsis was worth it. And this wasn’t just some ploy to get Harry back; she actually liked Draco. At least that’s what she tried to convince herself as he motioned towards the Hall doors. Her heart leapt to her throat as she pushed away from the table and followed him when he exited the Hall. She peeked outside cautiously and wondered if this was at all sensible. When Malfoy grabbed her hand and pulled her into the corridor, she scowled at him and wondered why she had to go for the unromantic ones.

“You couldn’t ask me out like a normal boy?” she hissed, pulling her hand away.

She wished that Draco’s raised eyebrow wasn’t the sexiest thing she had ever seen, but deep down she knew it was one in a long line of things about him she was attracted to. He smirked at her when her blush betrayed her thoughts.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like my methods, Ginevra,” he responded smoothly.

Ginny scoffed. “Who’s pretending? You practically manhandled me.”

A gleam entered Draco’s eyes and he moved towards her. Ginny narrowed her eyes at him.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Being romantic,” Draco drawled. His arm snaked around her waist securely as he bent her back and kissed her, stifling Ginny’s gasp of surprise. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep her balance, wondering if he would sweep her off her feet next. Literally.

“Well, now I can say you take my breath away and mean it,” she commented when he let her up, slightly dazed but very much happy.

He smirked at her again and Ginny’s breath caught. She tangled her fingers in his hair and ignored the way her heart was pounding to kiss the smirk off his face. He obliged her and the next thing Ginny knew her feet were off the ground and she was in Malfoy’s arms. She laughed loudly and tried not wriggle too much as he carried her down the deserted corridor.

“I hope I’m not too heavy for you,” she teased.

Draco glanced at her. “Actually, I’m about to drop you. What have you been eating, woman?”

She wiggled on purpose and shrieked when he pretended to drop her.

Draco smirked. “You are too easy.”

Ginny rolled her eyes at him and snuggled closer to his chest to rest her head on his shoulder. The cage of Malfoy’s arms was like a lazy swing, lulling her into peacefulness, and she was determined to enjoy the ride.
 
 
Mood: tiredtired