Joined (A Drarry Fic Not Written By Me)

Part 1: Chapter 9

*I know, this is getting long, but some of you out there still like this story with no plot, right? I present to you chapter nine!
DISCLAIMER: I have nothing against gingers. (Book) Ginny's amazing. You'll understand this disclaimer at the end of the story.*

The next morning at breakfast, Harry and Draco sat at the Gryffindor table as usual.
"...And I whacked that quaffle out of the way, and that ONE save won us the game!" Ron was saying. "Mmhm," Harry was saying, a bit absentminded to Ron's bragging.
"Ron, stop going on about your 'amazing' Quidditch abilities when Harry has won loads more games than you have," Ron's sister Ginny said, sitting down across from Harry.
Harry blushed a little. "Don't ruin his fun," he said for only Ginny to hear.
"It's my job to keep him from getting too conceited," she mouthed back.
Harry laughed. He noticed for the first time how long and pretty Ginny's vibrant hair was... and somewhere, there was a pleasant flowery scent in the air that seemed familiar.
"Do you smell that?" He said to Draco, who had quite suddenly become very grouchy.
"What? Air?"
"No, it's like... lilies... or roses... or something nice..."
Draco pouted again. He knew exactly what Harry was talking about.
"Well, I need to get to class. See you around, Harry," Ginny said, waving and walking away. Sure enough, the fragrance floated away with her. Harry looked after her, and Draco was disgusted to see a look of longing in his eyes.
"Come on, Harry," he said, his teeth gritted.
"One minute," Harry said, dragging Draco after Ginny.
"Ginny! Can I ask you something?"
Here it went.
Ginny turned, her red hair whipping around. "Yeah?"
"Will you... will you go out with me?"
Draco cringed hard. What was he, a ghost?
Ginny grinned, but then her smile faltered. "Harry," she whispered. "What about... HIM?"
Draco looked away and gave a wall his darkest wishes.
Harry frowned. "Hm... I don't know... I guess he'd have to tag along..."
Ginny looked extremely uncomfortable. "Well... I guess so," she said.
"Brilliant," Harry said, brightening. "Bye, then."
Ginny walked away and he stared after her. Once she was gone, Draco rounded on Harry.
"You just plan a date with me thrown right into the mix?!"
"Well, how else am I supposed to have any life, if I can't date anybody without YOU following me around?" Harry said angrily.
"Just be single! Or you could date—" Draco didn't finish his sentence. He almost said 'me'.
"What if I don't want to? You think I like having to drag you along for this?"
"No, you don't have a choice!"
"Exactly!"
They stood there, breathing harshly and staring at each other.
"When are we going?" Draco asked.
"I don't know, this Saturday?" Harry guessed. "Now come on, help me pick something to wear."
Draco scowled; like he wanted to help the prick find something to wear on his DATE. He hated Harry alot. What did he see in Weaslette? She was... a ginger. Nobody likes gingers. And she was his best friend's sister. Gross. AND she was a Weasley. Even more gross. Draco was such a better option...