My DR -George Weasley-

Chapter Six: Ginny & Draco

  I felt horrible. It wasn't like I did anything wrong, but it wasn't like what we were about to do was right either. I looked up and down the hallway before running out of the room with George calling after me, trying to catch up. "Hey, wait up," he said as he grabbed my wrist. "Nope, no more of that," I told him, "Whatever that was, it's over. No more grabbing hands, no more winking in the halls." I was gonna tell Ginny. I had to. Ok, that's overstepping it. I didn't have to, but at that moment I was desperate to get rid of the guilt sitting in my stomach. I grabbed my hand back and walked down the hall, leaving George behind me. I was about to turn the corner when I heard him remind me of tonight. Shit. We had to clean out the classroom together.

  After Divination, Neville and I walked into the great hall to sit with Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. Dumbledor stood in the middle of the room next to the Goblet of Fire as he gave his introduction speech. The goblet turned a bright blue as three burned parchments flew out. "Fleur Delecour, Victor Krum, and finally Percy Weasley." Dumbledor bellowed. Our table cheered as Percy walked up to stand with the other champions. Sure I wasn't fond of him but I was happy that someone from our house was chosen. Percy was in his final year and I was happy for him. Part of me even hoped he would win. I looked over at the Slytherin table and I could see Malfoy sulking. "Suck on that blondie," Hermione whispered. "Mione- '' I said shocked.

   "Oh he had it coming." she told us, "Earlier I heard that Adrian Pucey was going to enter, and they were all making bets on which house would get picked."

   "Oh Lennon, that reminds me, later tonight we were going to sneak into the Ravenclaw house. They are hosting a party for the older years, but Luna is gonna get us in. Wanna join?" Ron asked. God that sounded fun. I have never been to the Ravenclaw tower before. "I can't, I'm stuck cleaning a classroom with George," I told them.

   "That reminds me, I can't make it either," Ginny told us. That surprised me. Ginny was always down to do something we weren't supposed to. "I have to study for this thing we have later this week."

   The remainder of that day went by pretty quickly and I soon found myself walking down to the dungeons. I opened the doors to find George already cleaning. "I figured I might as well come early so we get out of here quicker," he told me as he moved bottles around. That was kind of him. As he reached up to put something up on one of the higher shelves his shirt rose and I could see his V-line. Shit, I was getting butterflies again. He wasn't wearing his robe and his shirt buttons were undone up top. I could feel myself starting once again. "You know, you should get that staring problem worked on. It could be contagious," he told me as he lowered his arm. I quickly turned around organizing the table in front of me. "I wasn't staring, I just was making sure you put them on the right shelves," I lied. "If you wanted me to take off my shirt all you had to do was ask love," he smirked. I could feel him smirking. His voice changed when he did. I didn't reply and just went on moving items to different places. I was putting a jar up on a shelf when George's arm reached over, grabbed it from my hand, and placed it on the shelf. His sleeves were rolled up and I could see the veins in his arm. As he lowered his arm he used his other hand to turn me around, facing him. He was lowering his head down to kiss me when he suddenly whisked me into the potions closet. "What are you doinmhhh-" He had put his hand over my mouth. "Someone's coming," he whispered as he peeked out the door. I grabbed his hand, removing it from my mouth when I could hear the main door creak open. "Oh shit." I whispered back, "Is it, Snape?"

  "No, it's GINNY?!" he said, shocked. He was about to open the closet door when we heard another voice following. Before I could reply to George, I was looking at Draco pushing Ginny up against a wall, kissing her. I quickly stepped away from the door backing into George. "Sorry," I mumbled, keeping an eye on the two. He was reaching over me to try and close the closet door when I accidentally knocked into a bottle and George had to quickly catch it. He was bent over in front of me and as he slowly stood up I could feel him breathing on my face. We were inches from each other and as we slowly turned around we could hear Ginny start yelling. "You know what. I can't keep doing this.'' She started, "One minute you are telling me how much you adore me, then next you are snogging Astoria in front of me. That's not fair."

  "You know what isn't fair?" Draco told her, "Getting upset over everything I do. We aren't even a couple Weasley so why don't you stop acting like we are." He was walking out of the room when Ginny started yelling, "Whatever this is. It's over."

  "Good," Malfoy yelled back as he walked out of the classroom. To be honest, what happened from that point was kinda a blur because I think my eyes were temporarily blinded by what I had just seen. Ginny soon walked out of the classroom and after waiting a couple of minutes George and I were walking out of the closet. "I'm going to murder him," George told me, running his hands through his hair. "I'm gonna murder both of them."

"She hates him." I replied, "I don't get it."

  "It didn't look like she hates him," he replied. I couldn't help what I did next. I started laughing. "What is so funny?" he asked as he turned to face me. "It's just so ironic, isn't it?" I laughed, "Ginny ends up seeing the one guy no one likes, I end up snogging you, and at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if we were to catch Filcth with Hootch in a room." I was wiping a tear from the corner of my eye when George started laughing too. "I guess it is a bit ironic isn't it." he told me, "Let's get out of here, shan't we?"

  We were walking down the hall and entered the common room in silence. We were headed our separate ways when he asked, "Wanna come talk in my dorm? You can tell me more about that Scamander lad that your obsessed with."

  "Sure why not," I replied. Besides, I would have just been sitting in my room waiting for the others to get back anyway. We walked into his room as he told me, "The far bed is mine. You can sit there while I change real fast." I slowly walked over to his side of the room as I admired the trophies he had. On the left of his bed, he had a wooden nightstand and his sheets were a silky red. On the canopy of his bed, he had Quittich posters hanging up. To the left of his bed, there was a Beater club hanging on the wall. I sat on his bed as George began pulling off his shirt. He walked into the bathroom only to come walking out in a pair of black sweats and a black top. "You can wear one of my shirts if you want." he offered, "Since your are all dusty from that closet." I hadn't even looked down at what I was wearing until he mentioned it. I looked horrible. Hell, I looked like I had just flown down a chimney. "They are in the top drawer of that dresser," he said pointing next to me. I walked over and pulled open the top drawer. All of his shirts were folded and in rows. I grabbed a white one and as I began pulling my current one-off I turned to see him staring. "Turn around," I told him and as he did so I pulled off my shirt and slipped his on. "You look good in it." he told me as he sat on his bed, "Keep it."

  "Oh, I couldn't do that." I protested. "And why not?" he asked, "Does it smell bad?"

  "No why?" I asked as I sat down next to him. "Because I haven't washed that one in days." he teased. "Oh THAT'S gross," I said as I began taking it off. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." he laughed. We then began discussing the latest chapter I had read when he reached out his right hand moving a piece of hair that was in front of my face. That's when I leaned in and kissed him. He had one of his hands on my back and had begun to pull me into him with the other. His tongue slowly moved into my mouth as I moved myself on top of him. He began slowly moving my shirt up as we broke the kiss. He threw it onto the floor and just laid there admiring me for a second. He sat up with me on his lap as he had begun to kiss on my collarbone. "Mmm," I mumbled as I broke the kiss. "No one has to know?." I whispered. "No one," he replied as he started kissing me once again. He then stood up holding me as he flipped me over so I laid on his bed. He then took his shirt off and threw it next to the other. He had begun kissing up my stomach when we heard a voice at the door.

"HOLY SHIT-" GINNY SCREAMED.