Harry Potter and the Adventure He Affectionately Calls Life

Harry and Draco stepped out of the Headmaster's office just before dinner time. Draco headed towards the Slytherin common room, and Harry headed to freshen up with the other Gryffindors.

"Password?" the Fat Lady requested.

"Courage."

"Passwords were changed as of noon today."

The fat lady blushed insanely. "Go on in Harry. And your friend can go in, too."

"Malfoy," he said, flashing a grin as the entrance swung open. "Draco Malfoy. I shall come back and visit often. This is not good-bye, for your unmatched beauty will haunt me."

The fat lady giggled.

"Potter," Draco muttered as soon as they were safely out of earshot. "She's hideous. But remember this above all: flattery will get you everywhere."

"Er..."

"Harry!" Ron looked surprised. "How did you know the password?"

"Malfoy sweet-talked his way in."

"Malfoy! What are you doing here?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "You have two ears, Weasel. Use them."

"Ron, what's the new password?"

Ron looked at Draco and narrowed his eyes.

"I don't need a password, Weasley," Draco said in a bored voice. "I had the pink elephant eating out of the palm of my hand."

"He did," Harry agreed.

"Quidditch," Ron said.

Draco groaned. "Don't say that word. You saw what happened at that match." He shook his head. "We could have won. Potter, you're definitely faster, but Parkinson was right next to it this time."

Ron grinned. "I thought she would get it before you, Harry."

"Me, too!" Harry sighed happily. "She extended her arm to grab the Snitch. If she stretches just a bit more, she can almost touch it. Then something happens, and she recoils."

Draco glared at them.

"My nail polish is chipped!" Ron and Harry said in unison in high-pitched girly voices before they started laughing uncontrollably.

"You know, Ron, Quidditch is actually fun again. I mean, it was always fun, but now it's even more fun. It's not like Slytherin is a challenge anymore. Hufflepuff is okay, but let's face it; they're not really a threat."

"Ravenclaw's got a few good players," Ron mused. "But even if they do manage to beat us once or twice, it's not the end of the world."

Draco glared at them even more. "I don't have to tolerate this," he said. "I'm leaving. To hell with you Gryffindors."

Ron blinked in surprise. "Why, Malfoy," he exclaimed with mock shock. "I didn't even know were here!"

"Clearly," Draco said, sounding quite a bit like his father. "Farewell, Potter. Spending the past few hours with you has been simply divine. NOT."

"So where were you?" Ron asked after Draco was gone.

"Teen Witch Weekly wanted to do an interview with us."

"Well that explains your disappearance. What about Malfoy?"

Harry laughed. "Same place; same reason." He laughed again at the expression of disgust on Ron's face.

"They wanted an interview with him, but not me

"I want an interview with the sexy Ron Weasley," Hermione said, coming up behind him and kissing his cheek. "Except I want a small-" she kissed him again- "intimate" - another kiss - "one-on-one type thing." Another kiss.

Ron grinned.

"You guys can have the couch," Harry offered. "Just remember that dinner is in fifteen minutes."

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Ginny went to go see Draco after dinner that evening. One of the first year Slytherins let her in. He was a cute little boy with sleek, shiny brown hair and bright blue eyes. He doesn't look evil, Ginny though. But then again, neither does Draco. She peeked into hole. He just looks mysterious. She straightened her hair and clothes and knocked on the door.

"Hi, Gin," he said, bending down to greet her with a quick kiss.

"Hi, Draco," she said. "What are you working on?"

"I'm writing to my mother."

"Why?"

"I need advice."

"Maybe I can help?" she offered, taking his hand.

"You? You're the cause of my problems."

Ginny stared at him. She felt like she had been slapped. "Draco..." she whispered. "Why?"

"Well, I'm in love... with a Weasley, and-"

"I love you, Draco," she said honestly, kissing him through her tears of joy. I'm a Weasley and it doesn't matter because he loves me anyway.

"Ginny, you're crying!" He gently wiped away his tears with his thumb. "Why?"

"I cry when I'm happy," she sniffled.

"Hmm... that's interesting. We Malfoys don't even cry when we're sad."

"You're going to tell your parents about us?" she asked, searching his stormy gray eyes. "Draco, you're going to tell your parents that-"

"That I think I'm in love with a Weasley?" he interrupted. "No. I'm just going to tell my mother."

"Oh, Draco," she said, feeling as if she was going to cry again and her heart would burst into a million pieces because she was so happy.

"Hey," he warned, smiling at her. "Don't get all weepy on me."

"Sorry," she said, blushing. "Force of habit."

"Also, don't tell your big brother about this. Potter and I have seemed to cease fire on the insults, but Ronnie dearest won't let up. It's actually fun watching him try to insult me because he's so stupid."

"Draco, he's my brother," she said grinning.

"Oh, whatever." He kissed her, taking her mind off of her brother. She melted in his arms, kissing him back. "I'm really looking forward to this trip to Miami," he said, tucking a stray lock of flaming red hair behind her ear. "Potter, me, Granger, and our three Weasleys."

Ginny smiled against his lips. "You're outnumbered. No one's supposed to know, but Lana said George and Fred are coming, too. She found out this morning."

"No, hun, George and Fred are coming." She grinned as he stared strangely at her. "Long story. Don't ask."

"Okay, then." He placed the parchment he was writing in a little box, and then returned to her, kissing her. It was slow at first, his kiss, and then it grew into a frenzy of passion with the heat of the Forbidden Forrest on fire. Draco's hands snaked upwards to undo her robes.

"Draco..." she said, stopping him. "No."

He kissed her quickly, taking her little hands in his. "Sorry."

"My brother told me you woutold him.

"Which one?" he wanted to know.

"All of them."

"Unpredictable. That's the way to get 'em."

Ginny giggled. "You never cease to surprise me." She brushed away the hair from his eyes, savoring its softness. "Just a few years ago you said I was Harry's girlfriend. And now I'm yours."

"And now you're mine."

"Yes. Now I'm yours," she echoed softly as he bent down to kiss her. Draco's ha hook of her clothing, but Ginny was surprised to find herself wishing they would. Instead, Ginny found herself trying to remove his cloak.

Draco stopped her. "Watch it, Gin," he said with mock seriousness. "You have a lot of nerve bringing a Gryffindor virgin into a Slytherin dungeon."

Ginny blushed furiously, and Draco sat back, an amused smile on his face. She buried her face in his shoulders and he held her. "I love you, Draco."

"Hey, none of this pregnant-girly crap. Malfoys don't get emotionally attached. But if it means anything, Weasley, I love you, too."

Ginny grinned. "Now I just have to wait for you to say Ginny instead of Weasley."

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Draco twirled his quill in his fingers in Divination. He was very bored. He had Weasley on the brain. Two Weasley's, actually. He was planning another encounter, courtesy of some cherry-flavored InstaChange. And he was wondering how to get Ginny to break up with him so he wouldn't look like a bad guy. He wouldn't try to get her to sleep with him. That was pretty low, even for a Slytherin. Besides, he reasoned. Ginny's a Weasley. She'd probably be horrible. A little voice in his head spoke up: Lana's a Weasley, too, and she's probably a sex bomb. Draco froze at the mental image of his fingers skimming Lana's bare midriff and sliding up and down her curves as she kissed him.

"Draco?" Professor Trelawney said, looking at him. "Are you alright?"

"Fine, Professor," he lied.

"Good. In that case, maybe you'd like to answer the question I asked you fifiv>