Beautiful. That would be the only way to describe him. This was how Ginny Weasley perceived him. His cool arrogance. His sharp tongue. His witty repertoire. She didn’t want to think about him, but she couldn’t choose who she fell for. There was no way her heart could take the pain of seeing him with someone else.
Even Ron, the most dimwitted person, save Harry, was beginning to notice a change in her demeanor. He was beginning to see through her fake smiles. Being the big brother he was, he tried to pry it out of her to no avail. He tried to ask her friends, but they didn’t know. He tried to watch her, but never saw. Eventually he gave up. She went about the day with an aloof disposition.
She was always so secretive, never letting anyone suspect what she felt for the ferret. The trouble began when all the seventh years were paired up with the sixth years for a month to help train them for their N.E.W.T.S.
During one lunch period, the seventh years and the sixth years were ushered into an empty corridor. They were separated, the Slytherins and Gryffindors, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Professor Snape pulled out his never-ending bag and Professor McGonagall conjured up the names of the Slytherin and Gryffindor seventh years.
One by one, the sixth years chose a name out of the sack and read it aloud, walking over to their partner. Ginny pulled out the small parchment, unfolding it, almost going into cardiac arrest.
“Well, Miss Weasley,” Professor Snape drawled. “What are you waiting for? Who is it?”
“I-It’s Draco Malfoy, sir,” she replied meekly.
Ron’s left eye began to twitch as Draco smirked at him. She hesitantly made her way over to him as the rest of the papers finished up.
“So… Weaslette… We’re stuck together everyday for the next month,” he murmured.
She nodded so vigorously that he was surprised that she didn’t hurt herself.
“I expect you to be on time for our meetings. Copasetic?”
“Yes,” she whispered so softly, he almost didn’t catch it.
So that’s where it began. Where it ends, only time will tell…
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“No! You swish your wand like this,” Draco explained patiently, correcting her movement.
“Oops.”
“Now you try it,” he demanded.
“Expecto Patronum!” she cried out.
Young foxes spouted from her wand, protecting her. They quickly dissipated. She squealed with delight, jumping up and down, despite the feebleness of her Patronus. Although she expected him to give her a hard time, it wasn’t all that bad. It had already been a little less than two weeks since they began the tutoring.
“It’s a shame your brother wasn’t so quick to learn it,” he grinned.
“He’s not very bright,” she giggled.
“I’m surprised you’re not sticking up for that prat.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I love him, but sometimes it’s just… he doesn’t understand me, you know? Sometimes I think that if I wasn’t so good at pretending to be, I’d be better at actually being happy,” she sighed wistfully. “He doesn’t see it. He doesn’t see me.”
Draco scrutinized her with a calculating gaze.
“Would you like to accompany me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” he asked unexpectedly.
Her chocolate brown eyes widened with surprise. Was she going crazy?
“What?” she questioned.
“Merlin, Weaslette. I thought you were sharper than that thickheaded brother of yours. I guess I overestimated you,” he joked.
She bit her lip in doubt. Was he on something?
“Why?” she choked out.
“Just because. Do I need a reason?”
She shook her head.
“So what do you say?” he queried.
“I-I guess I could,” she answered.
“Good. Let’s say you meet me at the Three Broomsticks around noon,” he stated with a tone of finality.
She just nodded.
“Lovely.”
With that, he spun on his heel and left her staring at where he had stood. She snapped out of it when she realized that she would be late for her next class.
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