The Red Haired Weasel and the Amazing Bouncing Ferret

Draco Malfoy

October 31st 4:36 p.m.

Everything is progressing just as I would have guessed. I sent her a very nice letter along with a single rose, and am patiently awaiting her response. I’m not nervous at all-there’s no reason to be.

Even though it’s been 24 hours and I still haven’t heard a word.

In other news, I believe all the teachers are going crazy. If not all the teachers, at least Professor Sinistra.

Yesterday, Professor Snape approached me in the hall, his eyes glittering in the light.

“Have you thought any more of my offer, Draco,” he questioned, cutting the small talk completely.

I glanced at him and answered truthfully. “Yes, sir, I have.”

He didn’t ask for me to continue. He waited silently for me to answer.

“I believe I would enjoy it immensely.”

If I had expected him to smile, or give any indication of pleasure, I was most disappointed. For he simply gave a curt nod and muttered, “I suppose I’ll have to mention this to Auriga.”

I forgot my indifferent demeanor and raised my eyebrows. “The astronomy teacher?” I asked in surprise.

He sneered at me. “Not that it’s any of your business, but, yes, that is who I am speaking of.”

A ridiculous idea struck me, and I had to fight back a laugh. It was insane, right? But just to be sure, I had to ask.

“Why would you need to tell her I’ll be staying with you?”

He glared. “I have a class to teach. I don’t have time to answer impertinent questions.”

And then he strode away, looking decidedly unnerved.

Now if I were someone whose imagination ran away with him, I would be quick to think that Professor Sinistra is, for whatever reason, romantically involved with Professor Snape and that would be the reason he would have to mention my presence this summer. Because she, herself, spends a lot of time at Professor Snape’s during the holidays and should be alerted that I will be there as well.

But that’s absurd. I, myself, don’t mind Snape. He is, for lack of a better term, someone that I believe might actually understand what it meant when I sent my parents to Azkaban. I expect that that’s the reason the two of us get along so well.

But a female…

Interested in Severus Snape?

Like…. On purpose?

Seems far fetched, if you ask me.

8:33 p.m.

It’s finally working! About time, too. Not that I was losing faith in my ability to charm the masses or anything, but I was starting to wonder if she’d realize her feelings before February.

But she has.

Okay, so the word “love” has yet to be mentioned, but we’re finally on our way.

It all started about an hour ago. Everyone was finishing up their Halloween Feast and I got to my feet to go up to my room early. Honestly, you’d think a group of Slytherins could find something more entertaining to discuss than Granger and Weasley’s get together. (Okay, so technically they were discussing who’d lost the pool for our house and it was rather irritating to know that I’d lost to Goyle.)

So anyway, I had just stepped out of the view of those situated at the table when a hand shot out from around a corner and pulled me in the owner’s general direction.

Ginny Weasley was standing before me, complete with her hands on her hips.

“What in Merlin’s name is the matter with you,” she snapped, looking very, very angry.

And she’s not pretty at all when she’s angry.

Right.

So I gave my most complaisant smile and said, rather convincingly if I do say so myself, “Ginny, if you don’t know what the ‘matter’ is, then you haven’t been paying attention.” And I was taking care to make sure that my voice was very soft and intense.

She flushed deeply (not at all attractive-I like my women pale and colorless) and lowered her eyes. “Listen, Draco, I’ve been thinking.” She paused. “Are you serious? About us, I mean?”

I stood silent for a full 10 seconds before I realized she was actually asking.

“Yes, Ginny, I am,” I answered finally.

A smile broke out across her face and my heart did an odd jump thing that was more than a little aggravating.

“Well, then…” She licked her lips as though uncomfortable with this whole topic. “Then I’d like to give us a chance to,” she responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

I kissed her gently, then, as though to seal the deal. Then tried to ignore the warmth that spread throughout my entire body, the way my insides twisted into knots and the way the very smell of her was making my legs unsteady.

I had been waiting, rather impatiently, for her to bring up the subject of her brother, and what she wanted to do about keeping our relationship under wraps and was quite pleased when it was addressed immediately. (I didn’t want to bring it up, myself,-after all, who wants a boyfriend that’s more concerned about his physical health than his girlfriend’s happiness-but have you SEEN her brother? If we ditched our wands, he could undoubtedly rip me apart, limb from limb.)

“I think that it may be a good idea for us to keep this just between us for now,” she said, eyeing my physic, then looking up quickly, as though fearful offence would be taken.

None was.

“Whatever you would like,” I replied.

“It’s not that I don’t think you could hold you own if my brother decided to turn violent,” she added swiftly, “but…”

“I’m following,” I assured her.

“Okay.” She sort of smiled shyly.

An idea struck me then, a rather good one, if I do say so myself. “Listen, Ginny, would you like to get together later tonight? You know, as a first date of sorts.”

She appeared surprised, to say the least, but didn’t hesitate with an answer. “Sure, Draco. That sounds nice.”

Score one for the Malfoy! We decided to meet here at 9.

So with that we parted, and I headed up here, to the Astronomy Tower to set up. I’ve lit more candles around this room than most people have seen in their entire life and a rather quaint picnic blanket is set up on the floor, complete with sparkling cider in two crystal wine glasses (inherited from my parents). I figure we’ve both eaten dinner, so the only food of any kind I have is a gorgeous strawberry cheesecake (one food from muggles we used to eat around my house). I’m investing a lot in this dinner, so I hope it’s appreciated.

I considered transfiguring a table and chairs out of some telescopes, but from what I understand about females, I think the picnic idea is better.

Well, here she comes, so I guess this is it for the evening.