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--Andy the banners B-E-A-utiful Thank you!! A curse has been placed on Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy. They both have to fall in love and once done so, within a year, they must wed and never part after that. What’s odd though is that Malfoy is trying to convince Ginny that this will work and Ginny’s the reluctant one. Will it work? Or will they die in their stubbornness? (Before HBP)
Malfoy was quiet for sometime after she said this; his eyes strayed from hers up to the ceiling of the bed before back onto her. When he spoke his voice was soft and thoughtful: “you said ‘hated’ so, you like me now?” “No.” “Dislike me, then?” “Highly.” “All right” he said, his regular smirk on his lips, “I suppose I can take that.”
“Tough luck, ferret,” she called over her shoulder. Hearing him say ‘we slept with one another’ made her stomach churn and she found her hunger completely gone so she began to walk up the stairs and plan on what she was going to write to her family.
With his brief and subtle curiosity he lifted his arm gently from her. When she never moved her ran the hand through her hair; it was smooth, cold, and seemingly flawless- Then he hit a tangle and jerked her hair. She moaned.
Things begin to grow tricky now that Harry's back and around.
Instead, he leaned over and pecked her on the cheek before grinning at her flushed face. He gripped her hand in his and gave them a hand shake before saying back, in a quiet voice that mirrored the voice he used in the infirmary: “deal.”
I don’t care and acting as if I do…” he trailed off, and whirled around to look at Ginny’s bed. He swore he heard a movement, but then shook his head and returned to look at his blank faced professor.
“Malfoy…proposed and- and I said no..."
Pushing open the doors, he stared straight into Potter’s face before looking at Weasley who was giggling at a certain area that Pomfrey was touching. Potter returned his stare with an even colder one as Draco stepped in. “Potter brought her in.” The words still rang within his ears as Freckles noticed her was there.
Gritting his teeth he listened as she cried while repeating a sentence over and over again: “I hate you.” Ignoring her wishes and pushing away his mother’s as well, he reached forward and gripped her shoulders. Jerking her forward, he pressed his lips angrily against hers.
She smiled, almost serenely before pouring them both some more tea. “That question, Mr. Malfoy, is almost the same as asking me why I continue to live as I do despite knowing the time of my death,” she said, her smile unmoving as Lucius looked at her looking with no reaction to this comment except for his brow which had inched slightly and unnoticeable forward in shock. “Also would be the same as asking me why I keep stalling in telling you what you truly want to know.”
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