It's One Crazy Love Story!

Chapter 7

Ginny

I grumbled as I woke up. God, it was Monday- again. I hated Mondays. They were the worst, right before Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Sundays.

I got up and yawned. It was only six thirty, but I liked getting up early. I couldn't explain why. Even though I was almost dead in the mornings, I just loved the quiet and serenity of the morning. I loved getting up alone, while everyone slept and getting ready without any of the other girls telling me to hurry.

I went to the loo and had a shower. I dried my hair and got dressed. For some reason, I had a hard time deciding what to wear. I really didn't have a style either. I liked casual, but not sweatpants casual. I liked girly, but not hot pink girly. I liked trendy, but not revealing.

I threw my hands exasperated in the air and tried to remember the next part of the plan. Then I remembered that it was the same phase as yesterday: Get to know Malfoy better.

I suddenly remembered that I was going to wear my uniform anyways, so I smacked myself. My god, I have no idea where I got my genius genes; I'm pretty sure I wasn't adopted.

I entered the Great Hall alone. I was later than usual, so there were more students than normally.

I sat down at my spot and began eating. I spied Draco sitting at his table, eying me. Even though I was used to this every day, for some reason it made me blush to see him looking at me that way.

Don't get me wrong, I DO NOT have a crush on him, or am not infatuated with him any way, although I DO think he's kinda hot, but that's beside the point.

Besides, no guy has ever looked at me like that. I've had boyfriends before, but they never looked at me in that way. Never mind, it's too hard to explain why I blushed; I can't figure it out anyways.

The problem is with the way I blush. Ron has the same problem. When we blush our ears turn red, although I must say I don't turn AS red as Ron. He starts blushing madly whenever Hermione is around *evil grin*.

Anyways, I digress as usual; don't you just love that word? I love finding interesting words in the books I read and then using them later. Oh great, I'm doing it again!

For some reason, I just can't stay on one topic- ever! I'm always talking non-stop and switch topics like that *snaps fingers*.

All right, so back to the 'Malfoy' problem. When he first confessed to me, I didn't know what to think of it. It was so absurd, but I didn't believe it.

I mean he's been mean to me for the past, six years I have been at Hogwarts, and one night he confesses his love to me? What's up with that; it's natural I won't believe him right?

But since I observe the tiniest things, I realized he was following me. I was so confused that I just started panicking and getting all frustrated (hence the broken lamp in my room). It looked like he wasn't going to stop, so I consulted Hermione, which is the reason why I have the plan.

Hermione told me to 'pretend' to fall in love with him and then expose him in front of all his Slytherin friends. But not fall in love with him like have a crush on him that last a few days, I'm talking a deep love. That's why I have to get to know him better and figure out his weaknesses, so when I break his heart, it will be really broken.

I checked my watch; I still had a half hour until class. I figured I could put some more of my plan in action.

I left the Great Hall and waited patiently behind a staircase that no one ever used; it was small and private.

As I went there, I remembered yesterday's events. It was really strange to find out that Malfoy had no plans of becoming the next Lord...thingy. I had always thought he would jump when his father asked him to join and do it right away.

Yesterday, was kind of fun, I thought. I mean after I got all upset and came running after me, it was interesting to learn about his family. After that, we walked around the village, ducking and running when we saw someone familiar. It was a lot of fun.

I sat under the stairs and opened my book while I waited patiently for him. I was still uncomfortable being under the stairs with him, even though there was no reason to be. The only time he had touched me was yesterday, when he grabbed my hand.

So even though he claimed to be in love with me, he had only kissed me once and that was it.

But being kissed my Malfoy wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It wasn't one of those passionate slow kisses in movies, but it was nice all the same. It was like eating or touching something that was forbidden, but you had to have a taste of it.

"Hey," he said, sitting down beside me. I glanced briefly at him. He wore his Slytherin robes as usual, but for some reason when he wore them he looked so much...cooler and so much hot than all the other Slytherin losers. His hair was lightly gelled today, with a bit of his light blond hair falling over his eye

I waved to him, with one hand while I continued to read the last page. It was just too good, but suddenly Malfoy took my book out my hand.

"Hey, give that back!" I said.

He smirked his classic, and flipped through the book.

"Just what do you get out of reading so much?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said, getting grumpy already. As you can see, I have a very bad case of quicktemperosis.

I reached to try to get it, but he was too tall, even when he was sitting down. His arm went higher than mine and the book was out of my reach, unless I wanted to jump on him.

With that thought in my head, I started to blush again. "Just give it- please," I added.

He laughed and it wasn't as evil as you would think. It was actually really nice, kind of deep, but it suited him well.

"Tell me, Ginny, would you rather read a book than talk?"

I pushed my bangs out of my eyes, "Yes, now please give it back." I reached over more, but he was much too quick for me.

"You would rather read a book than talk to me?" he asked.

I blushed even madder now. I cursed whomever it was in my family that gave me this despicable gene. I couldn't even look at him now, without laughing and wetting my pants. That was another problem, I laughed at everything. Even when something wasn't funny, I would still laugh at it.

I refused to answer the question. I ignored it all together and leaped for my book, but he moved his hand again.

Now I was in his lap. Oh My God, I assumed the lake nearby would've dried up by now, considering all the heat coming from my body.

I bet I was blushing up to the roots of my hair. He smarmy git could do nothing but smirk at me. All I could think of doing was trying to grab my book again.

I tried again and he tried to move his arm. This time, he wasn't that fast so I grabbed my book. I finally got it- but this time he was on top of me.

Oh great, doesn't this sound dandy? I was on the floor now, with him on top of me. It was a harmless act, me trying to get my book, but if someone saw us...well you get the picture.

His face was only a few centimetres away from mine. His cool grey eyes were fixed on mine and I think my heart may have jumped up to my throat. If I was feeling the heat between us before, it was nothing to what I was feeling now.

It was basically his fault; I mean he stole my book!

I tried to get up, but forgot Draco Malfoy was on top of me, so ended up banging my head on his chin.

"Holy mother of Merlin," I said, as I watched stars circling me.

He smirked at me as I tried to get my things. I couldn't see anything, considering the pain I was in, but the jerk couldn't do anything to help me. He just sat there, smirking at me, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. I blushed madly and slung my bag over my shoulder just as the bell rang.

I breathed a sigh of relief and headed of to my class, with one backward glance.

Malfoy stood under the stairway looking at me, as I went to class. He caught my eye and winked at me!

I pretended I didn't see him and went on my way.

Draco

I smirked slightly as I saw Weasley's red hair bob out of sight. I can't believe I winked at her. I mean, a wink? Come on, I rolled my eyes and walked to class.

I can't believe she fell into my lap, I felt the corners of my mouth twitching but I remembered the 'Malfoy' rule about not smiling. It was a rule that stated that no matter how funny something way, you couldn't smile. Fully smile or laugh, so that was the reason why I smirked so much.

Although, I'm so used to it, I refer to it as my 'trademark' smirk.

I reached class and sat down. I couldn't help but smile a bit though; I couldn't believe she fell on top of me. She seems like the type who would be graceful and poised, but I guess she's clumsy.

I should've kissed her then, I realised. It would've been a great opportunity to start the passion part of the plan.

The plan was going really well, and that was all I could think about. The next part I was anticipating. It was a very critical part.

I focused my attention back to Snape's class. We were making some new cancer potion and he had assigned us pairs.

I got partnered with Pansy; I almost groaned.

She stiffly walked up to me and took Goyle' s seat beside me. Crabbe and Potter and Goyle and Longbottom were partnered.

I couldn't help but smirk. Pansy looked like she was ready to cry. I knew she was upset about the wedding and I couldn't wait to upset her some more.

"Let's get started then," I said.

She nodded, hiding her face with her short veil of dark brown hair.

After a few minutes of silence, I was getting bored to death. Too bad Weasley wasn't here; she'd probably do something stupid to make me laugh.

I decided to have some fun with her, since I knew exactly the way her mind worked.

"Pass me the gingerroot," I said.

She passed it to me and I took it from her making sure my hand brushed hers. I saw her eyes widen in alarm but she just continued to stir the potion.

I then put my hand on her arm, trying to scratch my arm.

"Sorry about that," I said, trying to concentrate on the next ingredient.

She tensed right up; I knew that for sure.

Near the end of class, I decided to do one last thing.

I noticed on her left hand, there was a ring on her ring finger. It wasn't the ring I gave her, but it was still a ring.

"Pansy," I said, "are you getting married? You've got a ring on your finger, who's the lucky groom?"

Pansy's head shot up in alarm. She stared at me for a few seconds and then glancing back to her hand. I'm sure she had just put the ring there by accident, because she was so used to having one there, but the effect of these words on her was powerful.

She looked back up and her skin became paler than it already was.

Big, fat tears started welling up in her eyes and she ran out of the class.

Everyone watched her and then Snape just said, "All right, everyone. Just get back to work."

I couldn't help but smirk. My plan had worked like a charm. I was even more convinced that my plan with Weasley would go just as well since this little spur of the moment plan went to well.

I don't know why there's a small part of me that doubts the plan will work. I know all my plans work and that I am considered the smartest in the school.

None of my plans have failed to this day. All the plans I come up with have been foolproof, yet for some reason I don't think Weasley's going to fall for it. For some reason, I think she's different.

She doesn't melt whenever she sees me, like every other girl in the school. She just greets me with a stare with her peculiar green eyes. I don't think she's stupid to underestimate me, but I don't think she's smart enough to know exactly what I'm up to.

The bell rang, so I gathered my things and left. I had Charms next, so I went there.

After Charms, I went to lunch. I sat down at my Slytherin table, keeping the usual eye on Weasley.

She's there with her friends and sitting on the other end. She seems to laugh at their jokes and it looks like she's paying attention, but I can see her mind is somewhere else, perhaps on me.

Her smile is there, but her eyes wander. She's sitting there but she's not really there; she's there in body, but not in soul. She's hears what her friends are saying, but she doesn't listen to them. She's talking, but she does not understand.

"Malfoy," Goyle nudged me.

I looked back to my table. All the seventh year Slytherins, basically all my 'friends' were looking at my strangely.

"Malfoy," grunted Flint. "When's the next quidditch practice?"

I shrugged slightly, "I'll let you know later. It'll be soon though." Lately, my mind had been so focused on the plan that I completely forgot quidditch.

Everyone went back to eating and talking and Crabbe turned to me.

"Where were you last night?" he asked me.

"Why?"

He shrugged, "Just wondering. Flint just wanted to ask that."

"I was with..." I looked around for someone. My eyes landed on Millicent Bulstrode and I blurted her name out.

Goyle trued to smile, but it came out as a frown. "You've already moved on eh?"

I smirked back, "No more Pansy anymore." I saw Ginny leaving the Great Hall, so I hurried to leave.

"Hey, where are you going?" asked Crabbe.

"I was just joking before," I said. "I wasn't with Millicent, I was with Cho. I must go meet her now."

Goyle laughed his crusty laugh, "You mean Chang?"

"Yes," I said, trying to get away. "I'll come back later."

I finally got away, into the Entrance Hall when Pansy cornered me. I saw she wasn't crying anymore.

"Draco," she said with difficulty. "I needed to speak to you last night; I searched the whole school."

I racked my brains trying to come up with something, "I was with Crabbe and Goyle."

She looked at me suspiciously, "They were in the common room the whole time."

"I was at the Headmasters, he wanted me to sign some forms for guardianship for the remainder of my year," I rambled. It was one of the stupidest lies I had ever told, but she was so stupid she would never figure it out.

"Oh," she said. "Anyways, I wanted to give this to you," She placed the engagement ring in my hand and without another word, she just left.

I stuffed it in my pocket and went on my way to meet Ginny.