Professor Draco Malfoy

Professor Draco Malfoy

Chapter Seven: Kiss, Fight, and Quidditch

The next few weeks were hard for Ginny. She hardly spoke to Malfoy, and wasn't so sure about what was going on between them. At the same time, her friends continued to complain about him constantly, and she had to do the same so they wouldn't think that anything was different.

So it was both a relief and a surprise when Malfoy once again made her stay behind after class so he could 'discuss her homework.' Ginny's friends rolled their eyes at her, feeling sorry for the way that Malfoy continually picked on her, and Ginny went up to Malfoy's desk to discuss something that she knew had nothing to do with her homework.

When the door closed behind the last of the Gryffindor seventh years Ginny approached Malfoy's desk. "Err... you wanted to see me?"

Malfoy smirked, "Yes Miss Weasley, I did. Now... what the hell is going on?"

"Ex-excuse me?" Ginny asked, looking at him nervously, wondering what he meant by that and at the same time noticing the way his green robes complimented his facial features.

"You know what I'm talking about Weasley," Malfoy snapped, knowing that he was making her nervous. Usually doing just that made him metaphorically squirm with delight -of course he didn't really (Malfoy's do not squirm)-, but for some reason making this particular girl nervous made him feel even the tiniest bit guilty. He shook his head, trying to rid it of the thoughts of how attractive he found the youngest Weasley to be.

"Yes, Malfoy, I do know what you're talking about," Ginny replied, braver now that she realized he was using his rudeness at the moment to cover up for the nervousness she could tell he was feeling, "But I am also wondering why on earth you would expect me to know the answer to that question if you don't know it yourself."

Malfoy glanced at the fiery redhead in front of him, amazed that for once the renowned Weasley temper was not getting on his nerves. "Well, Ginny-" he stopped talking, glanced at her in horror and then said quickly, "I mean Weasley, you're right. I don't know what is going on any more than you do."

Ginny had looked up at him in surprise when he had called her by her given name, and now she slowly walked towards him.

Malfoy sucked in his breath as he watched this girl, who was considered one of the prettiest in the school, walk towards him. He opened his mouth to tell her to get out of his classroom before he gave her a detention, but instead found himself standing up and walking towards her.

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise as she saw her sexy, evil-tempered Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walking towards her with a look of determination in his eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound escaped her mouth save a small moan as she felt Malfoy's lips on hers. She looked at him, surprised, and saw that he was looking at her as though unsure if this was a good idea, so she kissed him back. Hard.

Malfoy knew that this wasn't a good idea, but at the moment he couldn't care less. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist as she wrapped hers around his neck. Still kissing her, Malfoy backed her into his desk, positioning himself so he was pressed hard up against her.

Ginny was in heaven. She had been kissed by a few guys, but it had never felt as good or as right as being kissed by Malfoy did. Malfoy's lips just melded perfectly with hers, as if they were meant to be together. She let a small moan escape as Malfoy rubbed his hands up and down her back, kissing her harder and longer. Just when Ginny thought she was going to pass out from lack of air and giddiness Malfoy pulled back for a moment, looked at her, smirked -she was getting used to his smirks- and leaned in for more.

"Draco," Ginny moaned against his lips as his hand found its way to her leg. She didn't want him to stop, ever.

Malfoy finally came to his senses as he heard the slamming of a door somewhere close by. He pulled away from Ginny, who looked disappointed, and muttered, "You should go."

Ginny nodded, knowing that she had class in five minutes, and headed out of the door, looking back once to smile at him. He smiled back slightly, shaking his head at himself. That had been so much more satisfying than any of the kisses he had shared with Pansy, or with any other girl he had kissed. But Ginny was a Weasley, and Malfoy didn't see how this was going to work. He knew that he was going to have to stop it and that as Draco Malfoy he should delight in the thought of hurting her feelings, but he knew that he couldn't hurt her. He didn't know why, but he had definitely fallen for this student, who was also the younger sister of one of his worst enemies. He sighed, and started preparing for his next class.

Meanwhile, while Malfoy was musing about his new-found feelings, Ginny had run to the bathroom to make sure that no one would be able to tell that she had just taken part in a major make-out session. Once satisfied with her appearance, Ginny headed towards Charms, knowing that she was going to be late.

"You are late, Miss Weasley," Professor Flitwick scolded, looking at her disapprovingly.

"S-sorry Professor," Ginny gasped, out of breath from having run half way across the school in ten minutes to get there, "Professor M-Malfoy needed to talk to m-me about my h-homework."

Professor Flitwick nodded, and Ginny headed towards her usual seat in the middle of the room next to Colin. "Hey Gin," he muttered as she sat down. "You're all flushed!"

Ginny rolled her eyes at him, masking her momentary nervousness that she had been found out, and said "Colin, you would be too if you had just run all half way across the school."

"You're right," he muttered before turning back to the lesson.

Ginny hardly paid attention as Flitwick demonstrated how to make a tree start blossoming nonstop, as she was too busy thinking about what was going on between her and Malfoy. She knew that there was definitely something, and that she was not the only one feeling something. She had seen his eyes, and they looked confused. And it took a lot to make Draco Malfoy look anything but perfectly composed.

"Ginny," Colin muttered, elbowing her in the ribs and drawing her out of her thoughts.

"Wh-what?" She muttered, glancing up.

"Flitwick just asked you a question," he replied, looking at her strangely.

"Err... sorry Professor," she said embarrassedly, blushing furiously. "What did you ask?"

Flitwick looked at her suspiciously, but didn't say anything, having experienced quite a number of girls daydreaming during classes over the years.

After Charms it was time for lunch, so Ginny followed her friends in the direction of the Great Hall. However, they hadn't gotten far when they heard the sounds of people screaming at each other. Moving faster, the group came upon a pair of sixth years, one from Gryffindor and one from Slytherin, having a wizards duel right there in the hallway. And by the looks of it, they were both doing very badly.

Ginny looked at Meg and raised an eyebrow, as if to say how stupid can you get? And Meg shrugged back at her before turning back to look at the fight. The Gryffindor, Greg Forbes, had flowers sprouting from his head, and his legs looked like they had been hit by the jelly-legs jinx, and the Slytherin, Francis Drake, was sporting a red clown nose and feet five times their usual size.

No one was sure of what to do, so they just stood there and watched. However, they weren't standing there for more than a minute when they heard loud footsteps hurrying over to them, and in a second Professors McGonagall and Malfoy came into view, wands at the ready. "Stupefy!" Malfoy shouted at the same time as McGonagall, each of their wands pointed at a different student.

Both Forbes and Drake fell over, wands still pointed ahead of them, only to be re-awoken by a very angry McGonagall. Malfoy, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. He just watched as McGonagall dragged the two students off to her office to deal with, and then sneered at the remaining students. "Well?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow and glaring at them all, "What are you all doing standing around here? The entertainment's over, and if you don't get out of here right now I will take ten points each from your houses."

At that they all quickly left, grumbling at how Malfoy always treated them so unfairly. "You know," Meg said slowly and quietly so she wouldn't be overheard, "Malfoy has changed somewhat."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked her friend nervously.

"I mean, normally he would have taken points without giving it a thought, but he actually gave us a chance to get out of it today."

But no one else thought it was that big a deal to Ginny's relief. Of course, their lack of interest in the subject might have had something to do with the crowd around the board in the Entrance Hall. "What's going on?" Bobby asked someone on the edge of the crowd.

"Quidditch try-outs for all teams are this coming week!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Brilliant!" Meg exclaimed, grinning at her friends. Meg was a jock. Before coming to Hogwarts she had been friends with all of the sporty people in her Muggle school, and had participated in nearly all of the sports opportunities. Ginny knew that she had been looking forward to when Harry left Hogwarts so she could try out to be Seeker.

Ginny loved Quidditch. Growing up in a family with six brothers it was hard not to get sucked into activities that every single one of them enjoyed. While Ginny was pondering whether or not she should try out to be the one of the new chasers needed, Meg said, "Come on Ginny! Let's go out for it!"

And Ginny agreed. After all, what did she have to lose?

So two days later, when the Gryffindor tryouts were to be held, Ginny and Meg headed out to the Quidditch Pitch together, where a few other Gryffindors were waiting to try out.

The tryout session was long and grueling. The new captain for the year, a fourth year by the name of Brian Hutchens, wanted to make sure that they had the best team possible, so he made the people trying out perform moves over and over and over, taking note of how many times each person messed up each move.

Despite how difficult the tryouts had been, Ginny and Meg both made the team, and Brian congratulated them and Bertha Nape - a fifth year who had gotten the position of Beater - on a job well done.

"You know Gin," Meg said quietly to her friend as they walked back to the school, "I'm kind of nervous."

"Why?" asked Ginny, glancing at her friend in surprise.

"Well," Meg admitted, looking at her feet, "I'm going to be the next Seeker after Harry Potter. And everyone knew how good he was, and I don't know that can meet the standard he set."

"Meg," Ginny said, putting a comforting hand on her friend's arm, "you'll do great! You know that you will! I'm not going to lie and say that you're much better than Harry Potter, because that wouldn't be true, but you are definitely at his level. Write to him, and he'll probably agree to come here and help you a bit. I know he misses Hogwarts. They all do!"

Meg smiled at Ginny. Even though Ginny's honesty could be a bit annoying at times, it was very reassuring to know that her friend honestly thought that she was at Harry Potter's level, despite knowing in her heart that she definitely wasn't. "Thanks, Gin," she said. "Maybe I will."

Ginny smiled back, and the two friends walked up to the school together just in time for dinner.