Milkshakes for the Emotionally Needy

"HI there, sweetheart! How are you doing today?"

Ginny frowned as Harry shuffled up behind her. She pasted on a grin. "Oh, just great...especially now that you're here!"

He blushed and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Aw...you're just saying that..."

She was just saying that.

"Give me a kiss," he cooed, leaning in for a peck.

"I would..."she muttered," but I'm trying to study. Can I get back to you?" She brushed him off gently and stared at the textbook in front of her, hoping that perhaps if she concentrated hard enough, it would finally spontaneously combust and give her a valid excuse not to learn.

"But Gingercakes..."

She turned a horrified face in his direction. "Oh sweet Merlin, you did not just call me Gingercakes..."

Harry pouted. "I'm just trying to show you I care."

She stood and herded him toward the library doors. "I get it. You're an outstanding and emotionally available guy...I'm so impressed. Let's discuss our feelings later."

He perked up. "Actually, I heard the most lovely song today that reminded me of your eyes--"

She grabbed him by the front of the robes. "Look! Unless you want to fuck or something, I suggest you either write this essay for me or get the fuck out so I can study!"

Harry paled and looked wounded. "I'm sorry. You're obviously frustrated, and I know you didn't mean all that. I forgive you."

"Shut up!"

"I'll go."

Ginny sighed and released her hold. "Good idea."

"Gingercakes--I mean, Ginny, there's just one more thing."

"What?"

"Could you make me a milkshake?"

She stared blankly. "A milkshake?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "It's just that yours are so good...and I'm really jonesin' here..."

"A milkshake?" she squeaked. "Is that what you're after?"

He nodded.

"Its not enough that I let you screw me...or that I have to talk about my emotions...or that I have to put up with stupid pet names like Gingercakes...now you want me to make you a freaking milkshake?"

He smiled and nodded innocently.

Ginny lost it. "Why are boys so fucking needy? I can't take this anymore!"

Harry cowered as she screamed. The encounter was drawing spectators by now.

"I--I just wanted a milkshake..." Harry said.

"Well, you're not getting a milkshake," Ginny snapped. She pushed him into the corridor. "You know what, Harry? Go upstairs. Hang out with Ron. Be an insensitive, incompetent lout, and when I feel like making out or letting you buy me pretty things, I'll come get you...okay?"

He sulked. "Okay."

"Don't you try that pathetic look on me mister!"

"Yes, m'am."

He shuffled off towards the Gryffindor dorms, sniffling.

Ginny walked back to her desk and sighed. "I don't know why I bother..." she muttered.

She had finally gotten through an entire page when she noticed a certain Slytherin eyeing her from across the aisle.

Draco Malfoy approached her desk smoothly and let a hand rest on hers. "Weasley...there's something I should show you in the magical history section," he whispered. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. (Merlin she loved a good smirk.)

"Oh really?" she drawled. "And what makes this certain something worth my time?"

He leaned in, his lips just touching her ear. "Oh...believe me. It'll charm the freckles right off of you."

She smiled, and he quickly stalked away into the shelves.

Now the magical history section is infamously know as the official library snogging section...mainly because no one ever reads anything in the section as it is a dull and pointless subject. So it was only natural that Ginny followed Draco with the expectation of some sweet Slytherin action, and young Malfoy was not about to disappoint her.

The moment was ruined, however, as Draco began to unbutton her blouse.

"Oh...take me to dreamland, fiery demon of love..." he moaned suddenly, pinning her to a shelf with a kiss.

Ginny pulled away. "What was that?"

"Kiss me, my red goddess of passion!"

She started to rebutton. "No! No more of that!"

Draco stepped back, a fretful look on his face. "I've upset you. It was the kissing, wasn't it? I've always thought my technique had flaws."

"No...that was fi--"

"What was it then? What did I do wrong?"

She shook her head. "I can't believe this. You're supposed to be the biggest bastard in school, and even you can't stop worrying about my feelings!"

Draco bit his lip. "I'm sorry. It's just...I have a terrible weakness for milkshakes."

Ginny froze. "What was that?"

"It's just that...everyone says yours are so amazing...and I would really like to try one."

"What is wrong with you?" she hissed. "Is that all men can think about? I mean...you wanna go all the way on the first date? That I can handle, but demanding a milkshake? How dare you!"

"But Ginny, I'm a man...I have needs!"

"You're an inconsiderate bastard!" She started to storm off. "No...scratch that. You're a considerate bastard!" She continued then paused. "Call me if you're interested in some more illicit library lovin'," she added quietly. "And leave my milkshakes out of it!"

Ginny had just about reached her desk when there was a tap on her shoulder.

She scowled. "What is it now you pandering fool? I am no milkshake monger!"

"What are you talking about?"