In Time of Self-Declared War There Will be No Chocolate Frogs (p.3)

by Isabelle Ferrer

Pairings: Draco/Ginny (mentions: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione)

Disclaimers: All characters of Harry Potter belong rightfully to J.K. Rowlings and not to me.

Rating: R (for language)

Summary: A look inside Draco's head as he starts noticing Ginny Weasley and her so-called-relationships.

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PART 3

The little war dance had continued for the next couples of months. If he had to admit anything he would admit she was rather fun (when she wasn't snogging Potter).

That and she was beautiful.

The day he admitted to himself that she was beautiful was in a Hogsmeade outing. Potter had to stay indoors because of the scar-trauma; Weasley and Granger stayed with him.

Leaving Ginny alone and defenseless.

A malevolent smile crept on his lips. He overheard her telling Longbottom she was only leaving Pott-head's bedside (how romantic) to bring him some sweets; he'd run out of them (or the Weasley-brute had hogged them all) and she promised to be quick.

It was his window of opportunity. He would position the pieces in place, wait for the right moment and send in the attack. This had been his working plan for way too long. He'd been waiting to get her alone. Blasted shit went everywhere with Potter. Anyone would think he was permanently attached to her.

For some unexplained reason that sat wrong with him and started dripping acid on the pit of his stomach.

Regardless, Potter as an accessory must be highly uncomfortable.

So back to the beautiful!epiphany.

It happened when he saw her walking out of the sweet shop, she looked down -her curls framing her face then looked directly at him.

Her eyes entranced him for a moment and it seemed like his entire world had stopped. She was the snow queen. The streets were white with snow and there she stood. Her red hair like a beacon, her eyes a sheltering star.

And now he was getting poetic. Bloody hell!

He had swallowed and did the most pathetic, pansiest thing. He smiled.

She obviously looked taken back and she narrowed her eyes.

The moment was broken and now he was left gazing at the spot she had stood in. The only word he was able to state was "Beautiful."

It must've malfunctioned his system because that seemed to be the only thing he could think of. Before he had time to collect himself he realized she had left and his plan was for nothing.

He had missed his window of opportunity because of starring at her like a idiotic carp.

He really was pathetic. No wonder his father was always displeased with him.

He was so furious with himself that he stalked off, cursing and muttering under his breath.

Until he ran smack into her, falling and making a great spectacle of himself (this was becoming a common occurrence).

"I am leaning into thinking, Malfoy, that you have either severely damaged your motor skills or you're starting to stalk me. Having no other way to gain my attention but by giving me monthly bruises every time you make an arse out of yourself."

God, she was infuriating. And beautiful. Dang it all to hell!

He looked up to her to see her rubbing her arm, where apparently hurt her.

"Don't bother asking if I'm hurt, alright? Because I am fine." Smooth operator.

"I'm sure you are," she told him, a bit sourly. Then without warning she reached out and yanked him by his collar. She surprised the hell out of him with her strength as she propped him up.

He was sure his eyes were wide and written across his forehead was the words "beautiful". Great, now all Hogsmeade would know he was a love-sick sod.

"Listen to me, Malfoy. I think I know what you're up to so let's just come out and say it. If you're trying to get to Harry by going through me--"

Leave it to her to make it all about Potter. Who cared if the Superhero in spandex died? To be truthful it would be better for everyone.

"-- I have no intention of ever thinking of you in that way, you get me Ferret?"

He sputtered.

"I - what are you on about?"

"It's so obvious, you're very transparent and it's got nothing to do with the fact that you're borderline albino."

"I am not albino!" he was fuming.

"Right, you know, it's all prerogative." a fine piece of ruby-hair had fallen over her forehead and it took all of his physical restraint to prevent himself from tucking it behind her ear. "Regardless," she blew the strand off her face. "You need to stop this little pathetic plan of yours-"

He knew he shouldn't have told Crabbe about the plan. The great oaf probably told her himself.

"-because it's not going to work. I love Harry and I would never do anything to harm Harry in any way. I think it's good we make that clear between the two of us."

It was then that something clicked.

"Really?" he leered at her.

She moved away from him and it made him smirk even more. Cheshire grin.

"Yes. Really."

"I'm sure you think so, or at least like to think so. If so, why are you here -taking time out to explain this to me- all the while not being able to keep your mitten off me?"

Her cheeks flushed red and she glared at him once more.

"You're twisting this around."

"Am I?"

"You are."

"Fine, if you say so,"

Yes! Was he smooth or was he was smooth?

"Fine-- hey! What do you mean if I say so? It's a bloody fact!"

"Temper, Miss Weasley!" he was amused by her flustering.

"Urgg, you are so--" she was waving her hands around, her eyes wide and round because she didn't seem to find a word that truly described his persona.

"Dashing? Handsome? Devilishly sexy? Trust me, all of these work. It's the bad boy thing."

Apparently it was the erroneous thing to say because she punched him in his gut.

The he did something that was completely NOT in the plan. It was in fact completely away from the plan. It was bloody anti-planistic. That's what it was!

He grabbed her upper arms and firmly placed his lips over hers.

He heard her scream in outrage but he didn't let go. His life depended on it. He had to me her like it. If she didn't she would run and tell her 50 brothers about it and they would surely kill him, use him for the Sunday stew. Malfoy-poach. Not very appealing. It was actually positively grotesque.

So you see, he had to make her like it.

His skills as a Casanovan-kisser apparently paid off because soon she was leaning into him and letting herself melt into his arms.

It was the most terrific feeling in the entire universe. Not even a pleasure charm could feel this good because he was sure any moment now he would explode from spontaneous delight.

She was bloody killing him!

So he let her go and both panted and stared at each other with wide confused eyes.

Did he have a plan or did he have a plan? He was a plan-master, master of plans, ruler of the plan-world--

SMACK!

"Bloody hell!"

SMACK!

"Why you little--"

SMACK!

He lost his balance then, falling unceremoniously on his bum. Eww, he was getting wet. Standing up once more he glared down at her little petite frame. She must have brass knuckles.

"How dare you!" she was hissing.

Hissing from a woman was never good. His nerve systems were on overload all screaming to run. Run and never come back.

"Excuse me? Someone's got her knickers in a twist" Shut your bloody mouth, you prat, she's got a hand and she's not afraid of using it. "If I remember correctly, you were very happily reciprocating my advances, Genevra."

"Ugh! I would never--"

"Mouth might lie, tongues never do--"

SMACK!

"Stop that!" he was sure his eye socket was missing an eye ball. It was now rolling down Hogsmeade Ave. and planning on sitting for a nice cuppa tea by 62nd.

"You begged for it!" She cried.

Her face was tomato-red. Her entire neck and ears were red and he thought she looked absolutely amazing.

"I beg for no such thing. I'm not the Italian-boxer here!" he smiled, despite the currently forming bruises. "Besides. You liked it. You liked it very much."

Though she snorted her eyes were wide-still with fear. Fear that she might've liked it. She might've enjoyed it.

"I did not--"

"Yeah, yeah, you're going to deny it. But between you and I--" he leaned in until her was once more dangerously close to her face. "--we both liked it."

She opened her rosy pink mouth to deny it but he placed a finger over her lips to silence her.

"You don't have to admit it either, Miss Weasley," he stepped back and looked at her bag of sweets that was now crumbled. "Go on, take Potter his-" his eyes raked over her. "- sweets."

She was trembling slightly but she gave him a curt nod before staring at him for a moment then turned and tracked her way back to school.

Plan Status: Completed

Heart Status: In love

It's all Potter's fault.

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And it Ends.

A/N: I made these a 3-part mini-series. Hope you liked my first D/G fic.

For my other HP fiction check out my fiction site at plastic-slut.com/purplepoet