That's Not Your Shirt

Ginny smoothed out her skirt, and kissed Draco a goodbye. Walking up the stairs from the dungeons to the Great Hall, she got many strange looks. When she walked into the Great Hall, all eyes rolled on to her.

"Ginny, why are you wearing a Slytherin shirt" Harry asked suspiciously.

" GINEVERA ROSALIA WEASLEY WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN A SLYTHERIN SHIRT" Ron screamed.

Ginny looked down at her shirt, and there it was, the slytherin crest shining boldly as ever.

"S-slytherin shirt, w-what are y-you talking a-about, o-oh the l-laundry m-must of m-mixed it u-up" Ginny stuttered

"Hey, isn't that Malfoy's Head Boy pin. Why the ruddy hell do you have that?" Ron asked accusingly.

Ginny looked down once again, and there it was the bloody head boy pin. Shit, Ginny was never good at lying. She stared at Ron, and Harry for a couple of seconds, then dashed out of the Great Hall…right into Draco Malfoy.

"Ginny what the hell, I know you love and all but you don't have to run into me." Draco said rather loudly.

"Malfoy, what GINNY? YOU CALLED MY LITTLE SISTER GINNY! WAIT, SHE LOVES YOU?!" Ron hollered.

"Oh shit, the paparazzi is here" Draco said just before he gave her deep heavy, heated kiss.

"I'm dreaming right? My baby sister did not just kiss Malfoy, please tell me i'm dreaming" Ron said faintly….

FIN

hullo, i'm toni the writer of this bloody fanfic. Just a cute little short story for pleasure writing. I hoped you enjoyed, don't be afraid to give constructive criticism! Please Review:)