The Nameless Harry/Draco Fic

Draco was standing about the Room of Requirement, minding his own business, when something chest height and solid smashed into him. It was flailing around, shrieking.

"Weaselette?"

"Tom! Get away! No!"

"Tom? That wrinkly old guy a the Leaky Cauldron? I mean--" Draco smirked. "--I knew you got around, Weasel Princess, but I never thought you got that around."

Ginny slowly closed her eyes. Draco's smirk faded as he saw a tear slide out of the corner of her eye. Draco had an annoying urge to apologize. He quickly squashed it. As he watched another one fall, he had to ball his fists to keep from wiping it away. He mentally kicked himself--he was a Malfoy; he never apologized! Or wiped tears away, for that matter. Tears were for the weak.

"I'm sorry."

Ginny's eyes opened again. She saw him, and blinked. Draco realized that she had been asleep. That was one hell of a sleepwalker.

"How the hell did I get here, Malfoy?" Draco's smirk returned.

"You fled to me in dreamland, Weaselette."

"I was dreaming about Tom, not you."

"The barkeep?"

"Not usually. I like blondes and brunettes, not balds."

"Are you saying you actually do dream about me? Yuck. I am the source of fantasies for a Weasel. Can this be any grosser?" At this, Ginny turned an interesting shade of magenta.

"Who ever said I was dreaming about you!?"

"You said you liked blondes."

Her ears matched her hair. Fortunately, her hair covered her ears.

"So? Seamus is blonde."

"Finnegan? You have no taste. At all. Now, P--" He cut himself short. His pale face was a shocking shade of red.

"Have I found something, Malfoy? Don't tell me you're gay?" Draco paled--more so than usual.

"I never said that."

"That isn't the point. Are you?"

".........."

Ginny grinned.

"Oooh, so who's your crush? No, wait let me guess."

Draco groaned and hit his head repeatedly against the stone wall.

"So... Ernie?" Draco nearly turned green.

"Too fat."

"Justin?"

"Too skinny."

"Terry?"

"Too bookish."

"Dean?"

"Too in love with Seamus. And grumpy."

"Heh. Blaise?"

"Too brotherly."

"Neville?"

"Yuck. Too long a list of 'no fecking way'."

"Dennis?"

"Too squeaky."

"Colin?"

"Too hyper and fanatical."

"Roger?"

"Too pompous."

"That's rich, coming from you. Zacharias Smith?"

"Too snippy."

"Michael?"

"Corner? Too girly."

"Crabbe?"

"Too... too long a list."

"Goyle?"

"Too long a list. Ick!"

"Ron?"

"Too freckly. And red-haired, and gangly, and bitchy. Hmmph."

"Harry?"

Draco hesitated. Apparently for a second too long. Ginny jumped him.

"Harry? I always thought there was something more to those insults and hexes. So, how long have you two been going out? On the sly, duh, but you can tell me." Draco turned from pale to blue to green to red to pale in an instant.

"We're not going out, Weasel. He's not gay."

Ginny smirked impishly at him.

"What makes you think that?"

Draco frowned. Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"You know, Draco, it never hurts to try."

She walked away, simple as that, leaving Draco to ponder when it had morphed from 'Malfoy' to 'Draco'. God, he was sunk. Asking a Weasel for romance help. Except he hadn't asked. Oh, god, this sucked.

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Ginny plopped into a chair in the Common Room that night, a silly smile on her face. Ron, Harry and Hermione, who had not even gone to bed yet, were sitting in front of the fire. Well, actually, Harry was sitting in front of the fire. Ron and Hermione were snogging on a couch a bit away. Harry looked up at Ginny tiredly. She saw his essay for Snape on the floor in front of him, only half done.

"What's got you smiling? And when did you leave?" Ginny grinned.

"I'll start by telling you that I sleepwalked. Into a very interesting person." Harry arched an eyebrow.

"Ooh, has Ginny got herself a secret boyfriend?" Harry whispered, so as not to alert Ron, who had super-duper-older-brother-senses where Ginny was concerned. Ginny giggled and shook her head.

"Nope. But you might." At this Harry sort jumped up, put his hands on Ginny's knees and grinned madly at her.

"Who, who, who?" he asked excitedly. Ginny snorted at his childish behavior.

"We-ell..." Harry pouted.

"Aw, come on, Gin. You know you want to. You lurve me!" Ginny burst into giggles, but whispered to Harry,

"I'll give you a couple of clues. He's tall, thin, blonde and has a habit of being a snarky git." Harry's smile faded slightly.

"Dr--er, Malfoy?" Ginny looked at him funny.

"Uh-huh."

"He's gay?" Harry seemed completely shocked. Ginny snickered.

"Obviously. Look at his hair." Harry mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'I do'. Ginny put this in her mind to ponder for later, but otherwise ignored it.

"Yup. And you have totally been making moony-eyes at him over breakfast lately." Harry didn't deny it. In fact he didn't respond at all. His eyes sort of glazed over and he stood up, saying to Ginny,

"Night. I'm off to breakfast...er... bed." Ginny cocked her head as he stumbled up to his dormitory. She picked up his forgotten essay and brandished it after him, but he didn't hear her.

"I bet it takes three days for them to start snogging." Hermione put a hand on her shoulder. Ginny jumped, she hadn't realized that Ron had gone to bed.

"I say two."