The Ginny and Draco Diaries

CHAPTER TWO - Great, When's the wedding?

Monday - Draco

I am going to do it today. Or you know, tomorrow. And by 'it' I mean...I'm going to tell her. And by 'tell her' I mean...I'm going to ask her out. There now. That wasn't so hard now was it? Actually, I tell a lie - my hand was shaking as I wrote the bloody words. Damnation! If this is how I react telling it to my own diary, how am I going to manage telling it to her (insanely beautiful) face?

Obviously she wouldn't refuse me. ...Would she? Well she might - I mean, those rumours about me and Filch were pretty nasty...oh wait a second... she spread those rumours. Huh.

Wow. Evil, beautiful, AND she has a dirty mind!

Monday - Ginny

I found an ace hair-curling charm in Lav's Witch Weekly today. It makes me look very sexy I am told. Unfortunately, I managed to blow up a small section Parvati's hair while I was trying to do the spell on her and check out my reflection at the same time. I'm sure she'll recover though.

Someone who is not recovering however, is me. I feel Draco deprived and I keep mentally rewinding to our brief time in that sacred broom cupboard. I'll never forget the musty smell of mothballs and All-Purpose-Magical-Mess-Remover, and the way Draco had to bend his head slightly to fit in there in the first place. But it was not to be. I am slowly coming to terms with this. Actually, I tell a lie - I will NEVER come to terms with this. Never.

And all because he's bad, sexy, AND has a gorgeous arse!

Tuesday - Draco

Right. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day. It'll be a breeze. Seriously, I mean it's not like she'd dare refuse a MALFOY right? Oh who am I kidding. My Father is half way to the St Mungo's loony bin with the way he acts. I mean, as I have mentioned before, the man is completely batty, and his sanity (or lack thereof) is certainly in question. Honestly - The Dark Lord will rise again? Suuure he will daddy-o. Nurse! Fetch the sedatives!

The things I have to deal with. The name Malfoy is shamed. I doubt I could use it to get a free butterbeer at The Hogs Head, let alone anything useful. At least Mother isn't barking though, and she can still make wicked cupcakes. Speaking of which, I could really go for some of those...

Today was horrible. Crabbe and Goyle managed to transfigure each other into Squirrels somehow. McGonagall was not pleased. Nor was I. But what right had McGonagall to be displeased when I was the one who had to keep feeding the squirmy buggers acorns until she could fix them? And Crabbe is STILL making annoying clicking noises with his teeth and scratching his ears an awful lot. In his weakened state however, I finally beat him at chess.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, until I received a love letter of unknown origins.

Dear Drakey-poo,
I wrote this poem about your gorgeous self, and I can only hope you feel the same way...

Draco you are such a babe,
And we'd be so good together,

Because you truly have the nicest arse -

And you'd look so hot in leather!

I think about you all the time,
There's no one I want instead

Because you're the hottest thing I've ever seen,

...And I want you in my bed!

Your body is a sculpture,

Yes, you are a work of art,

I want to wake up with you,

And feel the beating of your heart.

Undying love,
Blaise Zabini Your Secret Admirer.

Disturbing. God, I hope it's not from Filch.

Tuesday - Ginny

Ok. I am distracting myself from eminent Draco-induced depression once more, with my future career of spinster/matchmaker! And not the kind of matchmaker that makes matches, i.e. those Muggle things that dad finds so amusing. I mean the kind of matchmaker who sets people (Ron) up with other people (Hermione) if you catch my drift.

Anyway, I held conference with Hermy. Well, I kind of cornered her as she was concentrating on a History of Magic assignment in the common room. I used standard interview procedure. i.e. I lulled her into a false sense of security and then SHAZAM! I hit her with the big one. Oh yeah.

For business purposes (and just because it's really quite amusing), here is the transcript of our conversation.

Me: Hey Hermione!

Hermy: Hello Gin.

Me: How's it going?

Hermy: Well thanks.
Me: And how's the homework?

Hermy: Not bad

Me: And how are you feeling?

Hermy: Pretty good

Me: And it's a bit warm in here isn't it?

Hermy: Yeah

Me: And the weather is horrible at the moment huh?

Hermy: Uhhuh.

Me: And are you in love with my brother?

Hermy: Ye- NO, I mean what are you talking about? Don't be silly...honestly, I mean well...where would you get the idea that...I mean really....

Me: Thought so.

Ginny: 1, Hermy: 0

Wednesday - Draco

Ok, so I chickened out again today. Not that it's really 'chickening out' as such. Malfoys, (as I am often told by the Senile One i.e. Daddy Dearest) do not chicken out. So, for the purpose of keeping my manhood and the Malfoy name alive, lets just say I delayed the whole asking out shenanigan for today.

Anyhow, today was slightly better than yesterday if you count that Crabbe and Goyle are thankfully no longer small, nut-eating mammals. Actually, I think maybe I prefer them as squirrels - at least they were cute.

Still no news on who the author of that poem is. Whoever they are though, they do have a point - I would look hot in leather.

Wednesday - Ginny

Operation Ro-mione is well underway. Apart from the frequent intrusions on my brain of visions of a certain devilishly handsome Slytherin somebody who will remain nameless, I have been very focused on my goal. And that is to get Ron and Hermy together at whatever cost. I will employ the help of Gred and Forge.

Dear Most excellent Brothers,

I have a business proposition for you. It has come into my attention that ickle Ronniekins is mad about Hermione. I'm sure you will find the poem I have enclosed very amusing (and possibly disturbing), and also proof of his affections. I also have reason to believe that Hermione is a little more than just fond of our dear brother. I will also include the transcript of a short conversation I had with her on this subject.
I trust you will help me in Operation Ro-Mione.

Love from your only - and therefore best - sister, Gin-Gins.

I sent the above owl to the evil twins and I await their response. Why owl when we are both in the same common room at this very moment? Well, I think it ads a nice touch to the whole covert operation thing.

Thursday - Draco

Ok fine, so I didn't do it today. But really, I'm getting around to it I promise. It's just that she always seems to travel in a swarm of her insufferable Gryffindor Girly companions. What am I meant to do? It would look decidedly suss if I tried to talk to someone who is clearly my sworn enemy, especially in front of her various annoying girly-pals. I will have to devise a plan. Something clever and complex and...oh hell, I'll probably just end up doing the broom closet thing again.

Stick with what works I always say. I think that's how all these evil types meet their demises. They get too fancy and try and take over the world etc. Voldy for example, I mean he had to start some whole cult following thing for pity's sake. All with the black cloaks and running around at night and such.

See, when I take over the world, I'm going to stick with the plain and simple. I hear killing everyone works well.

Thursday - Ginny

Dear Scheming Gin-Gins
Absolutely spiffing idea. We would be delighted to join you in Operation Ro-Mione. Any excuse to tease the lanky bugger is a good thing in our books. We have many plans already. Also, we must say how proud we are that you have clearly taken after us, and not perfect-prefect-Percival. We are most impressed.

However, we must also ask a favour of you. We will not discuss it in writing, but please do come and meet us at midnight tonight in the kitchens. As a Weasley, We trust you know how to get in. So just tickle the pear and we'll see you there.

Hugs and Kisses, Frieda and Georgina.

Excellent. Everything is going according to plan. Well, it would be if I actually had a plan. Oh well. I'm sure something will come to me. I wonder what Frieda and Georgina want in the kitchens? And what could it possibly have to do with me?

Friday - Draco

Honestly, I will DEFINITELY do it tomorrow. No joke. Nothing can stop me. I am unstoppable. I will just march up to her and ask her out. Seriously.

I saw her with Dean Thomas again. He's obviously sweet on her, the puny git. Like he'd ever have a chance. I mean sure he's good-looking, and a nice guy, and pretty smart too, and has a way with the women and ...oh bleeding hell! He does have a chance. A very good chance.

What am I going to do? At times like these, one can only comfort oneself with making up imaginative ways to kill Potter. It has such a way of calming my poor nerves.

Oh I feel much, much better.

Friday - Ginny

I am dead tired after last night's escapades with the evil twins. It seems that their big secret is a new range of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products, and I am to be the guinea pig. Fantastic. And yes, that was sarcasm - and I know it can be hard to tell sometimes in writing, but I felt it was necessary.

We met in the kitchens so the twins could pick up a few extra supplies. Those elves are way too friendly. Nine Pumpkin Pasties later and I was not feeling so good.

Anyway, my part of the bargain is to test whatever they have come up with tomorrow. Gulp. I just hope I don't end up covered in spots, or stuck as a canary for all eternity. I don't think Draco likes canaries...

Saturday - Draco

It seems I am not the only bloke in the school who planned to ask Ginny out today. There were queues! No really, Denis Creevy confessed his undying love, and Crabbe asked her to marry him. Even SNAPE was winking at her in a disgustingly saucy way.

The only explanation is that everyone is against me. The only males in the castle I didn't see drooling over her were Dean Thomas, Longbottom and Colin Creevy, and you would have thought they were her most obvious admirers. Even Blaise Zabini was hanging off her every word and bearing her gifts of flowers and chocolates. That Cedric Diggory fellow followed her around playing the violin. He was actually quite good.

Crowds of boys from all houses and ages traipsed around the grounds singing odes to her red hair and whatnot, while I was left to watch from a distance, the jealousy slowly eating me alive, which is clearly unhealthy by anyone's standards. But it's not fair because she is MINE and I don't want anyone else to be singing to her hair, or praising her eyes because...well I don't know, I just don't like it.

And I'm not much for violence, but if Crabbe and Goyle weren't busy right at this moment comparing their love letters to her, I would send them off to beat up each and every one of her would be admirers in a second. Or, you know, I would do it myself.

I think I need a stress ball.

Saturday - Ginny

I am NEVER doing anything those bloody brothers of mine suggest EVER again. Honestly! I suppose I should have guessed something was up by the way they looked so suss when they gave me the sweets to try. 'Bleeding Hearts' they called them. And it almost sounded harmless. Almost.

Little red heart shaped lollies. But oh no. They can't just make NORMAL sweets. They have to make ones that send the whole school loopy and practically slobbering all over my robes. Charming.

And before now I'm sure I would have loved to have all the boys chasing me, but its just not the same when they really ARE chasing you, and some of them can really run fast.

Not to mention I am now scarred for life by the mere MEMORY of Professor Snape winking at me from over at the staff table at lunch. And I don't know how I will ever face Crabbe and Goyle again after those letters they sent me, which have subsequently been burnt and disposed of. The only males in the school who retained some semblance of normality were my brothers, and Dean, Neville and...Draco. How strange. Actually, I wouldn't say Ron was exactly normal. He got into brawls with several of my admirers and is now recovering from the wrath of Crabbe and Goyle in the hospital wing. The poor dear was always over-protective.

Despite wanting to throw pointy objects in the direction of the twins, truth be told, they didn't know this would happen exactly. The sweets were supposed to make people who already loved with me glow with red sort of light apparently. But clearly something went very wrong and I ended up with a pack of drooling, singing, chasing, poetry writing men and of all ages (and I mean ALL AGES - Snape has got to be heading to 50!) after me instead.

Great. Abso-freaking-lutely fan-bloody-tastic. Fred and George were planning on using the sweets on Ron and Hermione to get them to fess up and go out already, but after today's unfortunate events I have requested that those sweets never see the light of day again.

Sunday - Draco

Wow. I actually did it.

Sunday - Ginny

Wow. He actually did it.

I feel a bit weird actually. All wobbly and as if my brain is elsewhere. It all happened so suddenly. I was walking through the corridors, on my way to the kitchen to abuse the kindness of the house-elves, ready to eat yesterday's horrors away. When suddenly, out of nowhere, a blonde vision in jeans and a black T-shirt appeared in front of me. I did that open-mouthed gold fish impression that I sometimes (always) do when he is around. I expected some kind of insult or the like, but instead, all I got was: "You. Me. Broom cupboard. Now."

And he walked off, and yes, I did use this opportunity to check out his fine booty, which I must say, is still in peak condition.

I was quite worried that he was going to hex me or something, but I was even more worried by the fact that I was only wearing track pants and a holey singlet, not to mention my hair resembled something dead and hairy at the time. Nevertheless, I waited about a minute to give him time to get there, then made my way to that faithful broom closet.

Once inside, I found myself speechless (and also quite uncomfortable, as there as a broom inconveniently placed to poke into the back of my head). His wand was lit and I could see his gorgey face and silvery hair and his nice shoulders and I was trying my best not to drool, and to look indignant at the same time, which was very hard when there was a broom handle where my head wanted to be.

And then his lips parted, (and at this point I had to stop myself from leaping on him and snogging his socks off) and he said:

"Ginny. I have thought about kissing you. I have thought about killing you. And honestly? It was a bit of a tossup, but what the hell, what say you be my girlfriend and we have a shot at that happily-ever-after thing that everyone goes on about?"

So here was I, blinking in the wand-light, one foot in a bucket and the back of my robes hitched on an unidentified pointy object, being asked out by the love of my short and bothersome teenage life. ...And I had nothing to say! So for a moment we just stood there, and then I remembered that I had meant to be indignant and such, so I said:

"But you hate me... A lot."

He just shrugged and looked sexy, so I went on:

"And now you want to go out with me when previously you have tormented me and told me you hate me and quote: NEVER want to see me again?!? That sodding note you gave me is unforgivable!"

By now I was getting quite heated up, and I suspect I looked quite frightening, with my hair still resembling a nest of some kind, and my wild hand gestures taking up most of the breathing space. So, I continued the rant, because I was really getting into it, and it was kinda fun:

"And anyway, you hate me, you hate my family. And you Father beat up my Father in a bookstore! And you clearly have no respect for anything at all, and you're evil and way too charming to be allowed, and Blaise Zabini is in love with you, which I must say is quite disturbing... AND you're in Slytherin AND you have a one-eyed teddy bear called Draco Junior...and...and...And you just EXPECT me to jump into your arms and say 'Great, when's the wedding?'"

And he said "Well yes, that would be nice."

And I said: "Oh okay then, just checking." And I jumped into his arms (which was rather awkward with that stupid bucket still stuck to my foot) and I said: "Great, when's the wedding?"