Round Robin
Hey, I thought you guys might want to read my installment of the Round Robin. I'll post the link to the other parts as soon as they go up. Hope you guys like it.
The Beginning
Thursday was his favorite day. Granted Thursday was when he had double Transfiguration with the Gyffindors, when he had to give tutoring sessions for third year Hufflepuffs, and was the day of his assigned patrol, the graveyard shift no less, but it was still his favorite day. And the reason Thursday was the best day ever (in his opinion that is) was the girl who had just turned the corner. “Well Weasel, only 10 minutes late today, that must be a record.” Wait for it.
“Stuff it Ferret.” Yes, he thought, this was the best day ever.
An explanation is probably in order. You see, Draco Malfoy was not like normal teenage boys. While boys his age had different ideas about their dream girl, it was pretty much a given that they wanted someone who wouldn’t argue with them all the time. Not Draco though. Draco liked to argue, fling insults, banter, whatever you want to call it. For him it was a kind of foreplay, and the girl standing in front of him was the best at it. Too bad she’s a Weasley.
“So Weasel, what’s on the agenda for tonight?” She answered him with a glare, though the effect was lost because of the small smile she was trying to hide. “We have to do a sweep of the dungeons and the lower levels on the south side. Just like every Thursday, Ferret, what’s the matter? Hanging around Crabbe and Goyle too long? You’re starting to pick up some of their more annoying habits, you know, like stupidity.” With that she turned and headed for the dungeons. Someone’s in a playful mood, he thought, nothing more than a glare for the Weasel comment.
Draco grinned and followed. He wondered what had put her in such a good mood. Well he could just ask. “So Little Weasel, Potter finally give you a good snog? Nah, you’re in too good of a mood for just a snog, maybe a shag then?” He watched her ears turn red and silently thanked her for putting her hair in a braid. Made it much more fun to watch her reaction.
He was a bit surprised then, when she just took a deep breath and answered him calmly. Calmly for her that is. “I’ve told you Ferret, me and Harry aren’t like that. Merlin, you have been spending too much time around those goons haven’t you? Or maybe it’s Pansy, did she shag all the wit out of you?”
Draco snorted, in a gentlemanly way of course. “Please, like I would let that bothersome little wench anywhere near my person. I do have some standards you know.” He saw her stifle a laugh, but decided to ignore it in favor of the more important cause of finding out why she was in a good mood. “So are you going to tell me who shagged you into a good mood? I want to know who I have to thank.” He watched her ears go red again and hid a grin.
“First off Malfoy, You? Thank somebody? Not bloody likely. And secondly, my sex life is none of your business. I do not shag and tell, so drop it.”
There was a slight pause from Draco as he realized that she might actually have a sex life. He decided he didn’t like that thought at all. “Oh come on Weasley, I would gladly thank anyone who got you out of the funk you’ve been in lately. And you know if you don’t tell me I’ll just have to guess until I get it right.” She groaned her displeasure and he took that as a sign that she was willing to let him guess. Well, she hadn’t cast a Silencing Spell on him, now had she?
“Hmm, so Potter is out. Who else might you shag? Camera Boy?”
“His name is Colin.”
“That didn’t sound like a denial to me, though I know it’s not him. Much too timid; wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.” He saw her flush and had just decided to make a comment about her being a real tiger in bed when she cast Full Body Binds on an unsuspecting couple snogging in the corner. He stood back and watched her tell off the little fourth ears with admiration.
Merlin, if she has that much feeling about something this routine, just think about what she would be like in the bedroom. Of course right after this thought, Draco decided that wasn’t smart to indulge in such fantasies with the object of said fantasies not more than a meter away. When the two little brats had been sent back to their dorms he decided to see if he could get her angry. So far she had been able to control her temper. But not for long, he thought with a smirk.
“What are you smirking about Ferret? Think of a new way to maim my brother?”
“Please Weasel, I know enough ways to maim your brother without spending all day thinking about it. I was actually just thinking about how good you’d be in the sac.” Wait for it -- One…Two…Three…
“WHAT?!?!”
Ah there it was. Draco loved when she got worked up over something. Her face would flush, and she would start taking deep breathes, which incidentally caused her chest to strain against her shirt. He took a moment to admire his work before replying.
“Surely, Weasel, you have heard the rumors about red-heads. You know all that passion and fire they show out of the bedroom translates in---”
“Stop right there Malfoy. Say one more thing about my, or any redheads‘, abilities in bed and you’ll be getting another performance of my Bat-Bogey Hex.”
Draco looked at her face, saw the ’there-are-worse-things-than-death’ glare she was giving him, and realized she wasn’t joking. Therefore, since he had no desire to live through her cursed Bat-Bogeys again, he decided to let the matter drop…for now. “Alright Weasel, no need to get your knickers all in a bunch, I’ll leave it.”
“You know Ferret I’m not sure whether to thank you, or slap you.”
“Of course now that the subject of your skills in bed are off limits, I guess that means we’re back to me guessing about whose been on the receiving end of these skills.” He watched her ears go red and waited for the explosion. He was surprised when she just shook her head and started walking down the corridor.
Draco frowned at her back. He didn’t like this; she was supposed to be fighting him, not ignoring him. Well, I guess I’ll just have to fix this little problem. “So Weasel, who was it…that Irish Git? Or that Mud--er, Muggleborn Painter?” He had learned the hard way that using ‘Mudblood’ around her was a sure way to get hexed, and say anything you want about the girl, but she could throw curses and hexes with the best of them. She grinned at his slip-up but didn’t say anything.
“Not them eh? How about…Oh bloody hell, please tell me it’s not that blundering idiot Longbottom?” He saw her frown a bit, but she didn’t reply. “So Weasel if it wasn’t any of them who was it? Maybe you didn’t bed any of them, maybe you were just wishing you could. Is that it Weasel? The reason you’re in such a good mood is because your fantasizing about someone?” When she still didn’t respond he decided to take it one step further.
“Maybe your scared. But of what? Rejection? Is the Little Weasel scared that her fantasy boy is going to turn her down?” He figured that calling a coward of sorts would get some kind of reaction, but she just shrugged and continued walking.
He stepped in front of her and forced her to stop. When she tried to step around him, he moved in front of her again…and again…and again. He assumed that she would get tired of it and at least say something. But all she did was lean against the wall. She didn’t even glare at him. He gave her a baffled look and walked over to stand in front of her.
“What’s wrong with you Weasel? You’re supposed to be fighting back, not just taking it like some Hufflepuff.” Again her response wasn’t what he wanted; she just looked up at him and smirked. Okay fine, if she’s not going to play it’s time to bring out the big hexes.
He took a step closer, and placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head, trapping her in. When she still didn’t protest at this invasion of her personal space he scowled at her. “Why aren’t you fighting me Weasel? What’s it going to take? Do I have to insult your family, tell you that they are all poor, worthless, blood-traitors.” Ginny still just stared up at him, not saying a word.
“Then your little Mudblood friends? Is that who I have to insult to get you to fight back?” When she still didn’t respond he closed his eyes and groaned. Why doesn't she fight back? He hated being ignored. “Why won’t you fight me? I know you want to.”
“Why?”
His eyes flew open and he stared at her. She had this curious look on her face, and he adopted one of confusion. “What?” She gave him a ‘how-stupid-can-you-get’ look and repeated herself, “Why?” When he gave her that confused look again she elaborated, “Why do you think I want to fight you?”
“Because you’re a Weasley, you lot are known for red-hair, second hand robes, and your temper.” She just shook her head.
“No, I’m not talking about my family, I’m talking about me. How did you know that I’ve been in a mood this past month? How did you know that I was in a good mood tonight? Why do you think you know me?” Draco just stared at her as she continued on her mini rant.
“And don’t say it’s because we’ve patrolled together these past three months; you can barely remember the names of your other patrol partners. And don’t say anything about me being like my family, if you really think you know me you know that I’m not like them. Which brings us back to the question. Why do you think you know me?”
Draco who didn’t want to this question, since said answer could be used for blackmail, did the only thing he knew was assured to shut a woman up. He kissed her. And surprisingly, she kissed back.
Both Draco and Ginny were so involved in trying to memorize the others’ taste they didn’t hear the angry hiss from someone behind them. They also didn’t hear the sound of this person stomping away. They can’t really be blamed though. If they hadn’t noticed they were being followed for their whole patrol, who could blame them for not noticing while they were engaged in such a enjoyable activity?
TBC...
A/N: I have to give thanks to Erin and Duckadork for the beta. And to Gregimus and Robert for the support. This is definitely not my best work, but this is also the first time I've written something outside of the drama/angst genres.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. Just FYI.
The Beginning
Thursday was his favorite day. Granted Thursday was when he had double Transfiguration with the Gyffindors, when he had to give tutoring sessions for third year Hufflepuffs, and was the day of his assigned patrol, the graveyard shift no less, but it was still his favorite day. And the reason Thursday was the best day ever (in his opinion that is) was the girl who had just turned the corner. “Well Weasel, only 10 minutes late today, that must be a record.” Wait for it.
“Stuff it Ferret.” Yes, he thought, this was the best day ever.
An explanation is probably in order. You see, Draco Malfoy was not like normal teenage boys. While boys his age had different ideas about their dream girl, it was pretty much a given that they wanted someone who wouldn’t argue with them all the time. Not Draco though. Draco liked to argue, fling insults, banter, whatever you want to call it. For him it was a kind of foreplay, and the girl standing in front of him was the best at it. Too bad she’s a Weasley.
“So Weasel, what’s on the agenda for tonight?” She answered him with a glare, though the effect was lost because of the small smile she was trying to hide. “We have to do a sweep of the dungeons and the lower levels on the south side. Just like every Thursday, Ferret, what’s the matter? Hanging around Crabbe and Goyle too long? You’re starting to pick up some of their more annoying habits, you know, like stupidity.” With that she turned and headed for the dungeons. Someone’s in a playful mood, he thought, nothing more than a glare for the Weasel comment.
Draco grinned and followed. He wondered what had put her in such a good mood. Well he could just ask. “So Little Weasel, Potter finally give you a good snog? Nah, you’re in too good of a mood for just a snog, maybe a shag then?” He watched her ears turn red and silently thanked her for putting her hair in a braid. Made it much more fun to watch her reaction.
He was a bit surprised then, when she just took a deep breath and answered him calmly. Calmly for her that is. “I’ve told you Ferret, me and Harry aren’t like that. Merlin, you have been spending too much time around those goons haven’t you? Or maybe it’s Pansy, did she shag all the wit out of you?”
Draco snorted, in a gentlemanly way of course. “Please, like I would let that bothersome little wench anywhere near my person. I do have some standards you know.” He saw her stifle a laugh, but decided to ignore it in favor of the more important cause of finding out why she was in a good mood. “So are you going to tell me who shagged you into a good mood? I want to know who I have to thank.” He watched her ears go red again and hid a grin.
“First off Malfoy, You? Thank somebody? Not bloody likely. And secondly, my sex life is none of your business. I do not shag and tell, so drop it.”
There was a slight pause from Draco as he realized that she might actually have a sex life. He decided he didn’t like that thought at all. “Oh come on Weasley, I would gladly thank anyone who got you out of the funk you’ve been in lately. And you know if you don’t tell me I’ll just have to guess until I get it right.” She groaned her displeasure and he took that as a sign that she was willing to let him guess. Well, she hadn’t cast a Silencing Spell on him, now had she?
“Hmm, so Potter is out. Who else might you shag? Camera Boy?”
“His name is Colin.”
“That didn’t sound like a denial to me, though I know it’s not him. Much too timid; wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.” He saw her flush and had just decided to make a comment about her being a real tiger in bed when she cast Full Body Binds on an unsuspecting couple snogging in the corner. He stood back and watched her tell off the little fourth ears with admiration.
Merlin, if she has that much feeling about something this routine, just think about what she would be like in the bedroom. Of course right after this thought, Draco decided that wasn’t smart to indulge in such fantasies with the object of said fantasies not more than a meter away. When the two little brats had been sent back to their dorms he decided to see if he could get her angry. So far she had been able to control her temper. But not for long, he thought with a smirk.
“What are you smirking about Ferret? Think of a new way to maim my brother?”
“Please Weasel, I know enough ways to maim your brother without spending all day thinking about it. I was actually just thinking about how good you’d be in the sac.” Wait for it -- One…Two…Three…
“WHAT?!?!”
Ah there it was. Draco loved when she got worked up over something. Her face would flush, and she would start taking deep breathes, which incidentally caused her chest to strain against her shirt. He took a moment to admire his work before replying.
“Surely, Weasel, you have heard the rumors about red-heads. You know all that passion and fire they show out of the bedroom translates in---”
“Stop right there Malfoy. Say one more thing about my, or any redheads‘, abilities in bed and you’ll be getting another performance of my Bat-Bogey Hex.”
Draco looked at her face, saw the ’there-are-worse-things-than-death’ glare she was giving him, and realized she wasn’t joking. Therefore, since he had no desire to live through her cursed Bat-Bogeys again, he decided to let the matter drop…for now. “Alright Weasel, no need to get your knickers all in a bunch, I’ll leave it.”
“You know Ferret I’m not sure whether to thank you, or slap you.”
“Of course now that the subject of your skills in bed are off limits, I guess that means we’re back to me guessing about whose been on the receiving end of these skills.” He watched her ears go red and waited for the explosion. He was surprised when she just shook her head and started walking down the corridor.
Draco frowned at her back. He didn’t like this; she was supposed to be fighting him, not ignoring him. Well, I guess I’ll just have to fix this little problem. “So Weasel, who was it…that Irish Git? Or that Mud--er, Muggleborn Painter?” He had learned the hard way that using ‘Mudblood’ around her was a sure way to get hexed, and say anything you want about the girl, but she could throw curses and hexes with the best of them. She grinned at his slip-up but didn’t say anything.
“Not them eh? How about…Oh bloody hell, please tell me it’s not that blundering idiot Longbottom?” He saw her frown a bit, but she didn’t reply. “So Weasel if it wasn’t any of them who was it? Maybe you didn’t bed any of them, maybe you were just wishing you could. Is that it Weasel? The reason you’re in such a good mood is because your fantasizing about someone?” When she still didn’t respond he decided to take it one step further.
“Maybe your scared. But of what? Rejection? Is the Little Weasel scared that her fantasy boy is going to turn her down?” He figured that calling a coward of sorts would get some kind of reaction, but she just shrugged and continued walking.
He stepped in front of her and forced her to stop. When she tried to step around him, he moved in front of her again…and again…and again. He assumed that she would get tired of it and at least say something. But all she did was lean against the wall. She didn’t even glare at him. He gave her a baffled look and walked over to stand in front of her.
“What’s wrong with you Weasel? You’re supposed to be fighting back, not just taking it like some Hufflepuff.” Again her response wasn’t what he wanted; she just looked up at him and smirked. Okay fine, if she’s not going to play it’s time to bring out the big hexes.
He took a step closer, and placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head, trapping her in. When she still didn’t protest at this invasion of her personal space he scowled at her. “Why aren’t you fighting me Weasel? What’s it going to take? Do I have to insult your family, tell you that they are all poor, worthless, blood-traitors.” Ginny still just stared up at him, not saying a word.
“Then your little Mudblood friends? Is that who I have to insult to get you to fight back?” When she still didn’t respond he closed his eyes and groaned. Why doesn't she fight back? He hated being ignored. “Why won’t you fight me? I know you want to.”
“Why?”
His eyes flew open and he stared at her. She had this curious look on her face, and he adopted one of confusion. “What?” She gave him a ‘how-stupid-can-you-get’ look and repeated herself, “Why?” When he gave her that confused look again she elaborated, “Why do you think I want to fight you?”
“Because you’re a Weasley, you lot are known for red-hair, second hand robes, and your temper.” She just shook her head.
“No, I’m not talking about my family, I’m talking about me. How did you know that I’ve been in a mood this past month? How did you know that I was in a good mood tonight? Why do you think you know me?” Draco just stared at her as she continued on her mini rant.
“And don’t say it’s because we’ve patrolled together these past three months; you can barely remember the names of your other patrol partners. And don’t say anything about me being like my family, if you really think you know me you know that I’m not like them. Which brings us back to the question. Why do you think you know me?”
Draco who didn’t want to this question, since said answer could be used for blackmail, did the only thing he knew was assured to shut a woman up. He kissed her. And surprisingly, she kissed back.
Both Draco and Ginny were so involved in trying to memorize the others’ taste they didn’t hear the angry hiss from someone behind them. They also didn’t hear the sound of this person stomping away. They can’t really be blamed though. If they hadn’t noticed they were being followed for their whole patrol, who could blame them for not noticing while they were engaged in such a enjoyable activity?
TBC...
A/N: I have to give thanks to Erin and Duckadork for the beta. And to Gregimus and Robert for the support. This is definitely not my best work, but this is also the first time I've written something outside of the drama/angst genres.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. Just FYI.