The Prefect meeting ended at 7:15, and Draco went back to the Slytherin common room to complain to Blaise about being stuck with Weaselette. Blaise wouldn't listen at first so they played a game of wizard's chess first, and Draco won.
"I can't believe you won again! I'm gonna kick your ass one of these days, Malfoy," Blaise said.
"Dream on, Zabini. You'll never beat me in wizard's chess. I happen to be the best."
"Whatever, Drake, just keep telling yourself that."
"I will, thank you. Anyway, can you believe I got stuck with the Weaselette for patrolling? Why do they have to change it around?"
"Oh yes, because you were so happy to patrol with Pansy?"
"At least she's easy to control. But you're right, she's a pain in the ass."
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right."
"Whatever. Were you serious at lunch today? About the Weaselette? In the summer?"
"Of course I was serious. Talk to her on your patrol tonight, you might figure out why my sister is friends with her."
"Because your sister is deluded?"
"I resent that Draco Malfoy!" a voice piped up from behind them.
Draco turned around to see Bri Zabini giving him a death glare.
"Don't look at me like that, Zabini."
"I'm not going to take your crap, Malfoy. And I heard what you were talking about. Do you honestly think Pam and I would be friends with a regular Gryff? She's different."
"I told you, Drake. Honestly. Bri, did you ask Ginny about coming to the Underground on Saturday like I told you to?"
"Shit! No, I forgot. Draco, ask her on patrol tonight," Bri said, without waiting for an answer before she and Pam left for the girls' dormitories.
"No way!" Draco said to Blaise.
"Do it!"
"No one tells Draco Malfoy what to do!"
"In case you haven't noticed, oh high and mighty one, no one cares that you are Draco Malfoy anymore. You gave up your position in Slytherin when your mum asked Dumbledore for help."
"How did you know about that?!"
"The whole house knows. So you might want to quit treating the only friend you've got left, me, like you're above me. Because, right now, you aren't. Ask her to come to the Underground, and maybe if you show up with her they'll let you in."
"Not funny, Blaise! Not funny at all. They'll let me in. I'm Draco Malfoy!" and with that he got up and left the common room for patrolling.
"Yeah, well no one cares about that anymore." Blaise said, more to himself than to anyone else.
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After the prefect meeting, Ginny had retreated to her common room too. She curled up on one of the couches with a book until eight, when she went upstairs to get changed for her patrol duty.
Why am I getting changed? she thought to herself
Because you want to look good for Draco, said the voice in her head.
Well, at least there aren't two of them this time!
She picked out Muggle clothes to wear, because most of her new clothes this year were Muggle. She had gone shopping with Hermione in Muggle London before going to Bri's, so that she would have new clothes to wear. Tonight, she decided to go casual. She just put on a pair of jeans and a black tank top that hugged her curves. She put her hair up in a messy bun, and, at quarter to nine, left to go meet Draco. I can't believe I got stuck with Malfoy, she thought as she went down the stairs.

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THE DRAGONS FIRE
أدب الهواةWritten between Order of Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince. It's Ginny Weasley's fifth year at Hogwarts, and she's thinking some pretty strange thoughts about someone she never thought she'd give a second thought to. Draco Malfoy is in his sixth year, a...