In Too Deep

In Too Deep

By Kay Kay

The faster we're fallin'/ We're stoppin' and stallin'/ We're running in circles again/Seems like each time/ I'm with you I lose my mind/ Because I'm bending over backwards to relate/ I can't sit back and wonder why/ It took so long for this to die/ And I hate it when you fake it/ You can't hide it you might as well embrace it/ So believe me it's not easy/ It seems that something's tellin' me/ I'm in too deep, and I'm tryin' to keep/ Up above in my head instead of going under-"In Too Deep" Sum 41

Harry and Ron were on a quest. Okay, so they were just going to Hagrid's for some tea, but using the cloak (even needlessly) made everything feel like a grand adventure (apparently Harry had a flair for the dramatic).

"So then I told Hermione, 'If you don't want to come with us, you don't have to.' Then she said she'd just go down without the cloak, because it's dumb! She just doesn't see the fun of-"

"Shh!" Harry interrupted Ron's babble. "Shush. I hear voices.

"I should go. It's getting close to dinner and my roommates might wonder..." a female voice said, sounding regretful.

"Oh, yes, God forbid precious Potter sees you're gone," replied an easily identifiable male drawl.

"Oh, shut it. You'll meet me tomorrow?" rejoined the girl.

"Of course," the drawling boy laughed. "I'm powerless against you. Room of Requirement, or does the Potty Fan Club have a meeting?"

"Room of Requirement is fine, you big mouth. Seriously, could you quiet down?" The girl sounded quite frustrated (Harry twigged. She sounded very familiar with that tone in her voice).

"Honestly, nobody's out here to hear about your stupid club. Now quit harping and kiss me or else I'm going to leave, and you won't see me until tomorrow." The disembodied voice of Draco Malfoy said this as haughtily as ever, like it were the worst thing in the world. Ron snorted at Malfoy's snooty tone, but seemed less amused when the sounds of slurping and a moan carried over to them.

"Night, Draco," the girl purred. Ron pulled a disgusted face at Harry, but Harry wasn't watching, and instead seemed lost in his own pensive thoughts.

"What?" asked Ron (he tended to get worried when Harry thought too much, as it always ended in some melodramatic blow up) "So the Malfoy git has a girlfriend, nothing to be fussed about. Apparently she's in the DA, which I guess is a bit dodgy..."

"Ron...that voice. Did it sound familiar to you?" asked Harry, sounding on the edge of a break down.

Ron sighed. "Noooo. No, but if you're really so worried about it I suppose we could check it out tomorrow night. Do you have any guesses?"

"We should definitely check it out, 'cause it's the weirdest thing, Ron. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was your sister."

*

"So, you're saying you like me." Draco smirked at the small red-haired girl before him.

"Look," she spat, "it was a dare. If I don't do it, I have a consequence that-" She shuddered. "Well, it's much worse, and it still involves you." She paused again to gain control of her temper. "C'mon Malf- Draco, please! It's just one date."

"Yes, Weasley, I agree. I am quite fit. I'd choose me too. No one in this school has such impeccable bone structure or perfect hair. Touch it, I swear, no hair in the school is softer. And have you looked at my eyes? They are simply shining prisms of light. In winter sometimes they-" Ginny narrowed her eyes dangerously at him ('He does rather have a point though,' she thought to herself). "Sorry. I just amaze myself sometimes. But, you know, Weasley, you're not so bad as one would have expected."

Draco looked at the youngest Weasley closely for the first time. She was petite, and her skin was pale, gold freckles speckling the skin. Her eyes were the deep brown of Honeyduke's Fantasmical Ultra Dark! Chocolate. Her hair was long and curly, and was a deeper red then the hair of those thousands of plebeians she called brothers.

"I never said a word about you being nice looking," said Ginny tightly. 'You were!' accused her brain. 'And why wouldn't you, really? Look at those eyes. Oh, the eyes...'

"Yes," said Draco, interrupting her pleasant thoughts with a smirk, "but you thought it."

"I did actually." Draco's mouth fell open in surprise and Ginny gave him a cheeky grin before sauntering off sexily.

'I'm going to like this a lot,' thought Draco.

*

"Hey. Sorry I'm late."

"You incredible prat, you!" the tone of Ginny's voice was affectionate and she sat up to make room for him on the couch that had appeared in the Room of Requirement.

"I was just thinking of the day I asked you out. It's been almost a year now," Ginny smiled at her boyfriend and reached to touch his hair tenderly.

"Hmph," Draco pulled away, a scowl on his face. "I thought we decided that I asked you out."

Ginny giggled. "For the record you did." She pulled him closer. "But I know the real story!" She leaned in to press their lips together and Draco let out a deep breath and opened his mouth to her ministrations. Ginny shivered, and he laughed and pulled her into his lap.

"C'mon," he whispered. He began to kiss her neck, sucking and biting hungrily, while his fingers traced loose patterns on her back.

*

"Do you want to open the door, or should I?" asked Ron, seemingly amused at the thought of busting in on Malfoy while he was trying to pull a girl.

"Ah," said Harry apprehensively, "I will." His hand reached forward in trepidation.

"Harry," said Ron, his voice impatient, "if you're still on about that being my sister, I'll hit you. Just open it." Ron reached forward and pushed the door open for himself. "Alright," Ron said amusedly, "what prat has decided to snog Malf- SHIT!"

*

Harry looked over at them, but looked away just as quickly. Ginny's shirt was off and Malfoy's face was buried between her...Harry blushed. Harry grabbed Ron just as he started to react, holding both his arms.

Harry sneaked another look at the couple. "Malfoy, were you taking her bra off with your teeth?" Harry's tone was a cross between one of horror and respect.

Malfoy smirked. "Quite a good trick, yeah?" Harry almost nodded in admiration, but Ron chose that moment to let out a growl of rage. Draco was sure steam was literally coming off his red face.

Ginny seemed to have frozen in place in place, although Malfoy had straightened up. "Oh, bad," she whispered. "Bad. Bad." She yelled out suddenly, "We were studying!"

Draco and Harry didn't even register that their grins of mirth were identical. "C'mon, Ginny," said Draco. "At least put your shirt on and the four of us can talk about this reasonably.

"What?" Asked Ginny frantically. "We were just studying and you fell and my shirt ripped and-"

Harry could barely contain his laughter. "You don't even have any classes with him. Really, Ginny, you're embarrassing yourself."

"Oh God," Ginny's eyes were wide. "Damn the loophole. Oh, I'm in so far over my head." At this semi-admission of guilt (Harry thought he still saw Draco roll his eyes), Ron's voice was suddenly working again.

In an incoherent shriek of rage, he yelled. "AGH...FUCKING...MALFOY!"

"Well," drawled Draco, smirking, "actually we've been trying to take things slowly. Just a bit of kissing, really and we-" Ron let out another indignant shout and Harry used all his strength to hold him back.

"It was an accident, Ron! It just happened! I don't know how this happened to me!" Ginny had pulled her shirt on (she seemed to have miss-buttoned it, to Harry and Draco's amusement) and reached Ron. She stroked his arm lightly and he visibly relaxed.

"Did he hex you, Ginny? What'd he do?"

"A...a hex. Yes. Dra- Malfoy...he hexed me." Draco made another amused noise in the back of the throat. This time he actually caught Harry's eyes and rolled his eyes in Ginny's direction, which Harry giggled at (when did Harry get so girly?).

"Now Ginny...be honest." Draco could barely contain his glee at the entertaining situation. "I know you have at least 20 brothers, but they're bound to find out sometime. Come here." Ginny looked nervously at Ron; then walked over to him. Draco started unbuttoning her shirt.

"Really, Malfoy, I don't think-" Harry was a deep shade of red.

Draco had now done the buttons up right. "Now go out there and fight like a man." Draco gave Ginny a pat on the bum.

Ginny took a deep breath and turned back to the glowering Ron.

"Hmph." Draco didn't see the rude gesture she made towards him, before taking another breath and addressing her brother. "I'm with Draco, Ron. I'm with him, we're together, and I snog him of my own free will. In fact, I asked him out, and I rather like snogging him. He does this thing with his mouth that-"

"Ginny," Harry intoned, noticing that Malfoy's mouth had gone slack at her latest admission.

"We should go," said Harry awkwardly. Ginny nodded, and Draco was approaching her, a lecherous look on his face.

"I'll do something with my mouth, Weasley."

*

Once Harry had steered Ron out he sighed and patted his friend on the back. "Well, at least one Weasley can admit when they're in love.

Ron sill looked angry. "What, you want me to profess my undying love for Pansy Parkinson?"

Harry laughed and Ron indulged him with a small grin back. "No," Harry said slyly, "I was thinking someone a little closer to home." Harry laughed again at the confused look on Ron's face.

"Oh, there's Hermione now!" said Harry. Sure enough, there she was, coming towards them

"Harry...I...It's-"

"Bloody stubborn Weasleys," Harry intoned.

Fin.