Title: Knew It
Ship: Draco/Ginny
Name/Pen Name: Crystal/InTheStars
Word Count: 2297
Theme #/Theme: #4/The kiss
Challenge count: 2/7 finished

Content: PG-13
Spoilers: Books 1-5? I do not know where to place this fic. It's a universe all on it's on.
Warnings: Blaise/Tracey
Summary: Blaise is patient, Trelawney predicts love affairs and untimely deaths, and Ginny knows how to shut Draco up.



“I see... a terrible death in the coming months! A horrible fate to befall all... horrible!”

Draco leaned back in his chair and breathed in a heavy incense that made his nose itch. Professor Trelawney was looking into a crystal ball, her voice just as lulling as the atmosphere.

“I’ll tell you what’s horrible,” he muttered viciously.

Beside him, Blaise Zabini was casually flipping through a tattered book. Every now and again he glanced up cyan eyes to a strawberry-blonde girl sitting across the table.

“Let me guess,” Blaise drawled, not looking up from the line he was studiously reading, “this class?” He wagered.

Tracey Davis flipped a page in her own book, darting emerald eyes settling on a sentence.

“Is it over yet?” Draco hissed.

“Patience is a virtue,” he answered without answering, lips tugging in a smile, slight amusement in his tone.

“Easy for you to say,” the Slytherin clipped back, although he wasn’t exactly sure why it was. The thick perfume in the air was choking out his creative insults, most likely.

“Yes, Malfoy,” Blaise trilled, sparing him a raised eyebrow before burying his nose back into Rhymes and Riddles: Beatrice Brook’s Guide to Perfectly Nasty Counter-jinxes that are Just as Wonderfully Horrid as Regular Jinxes, “I am a patient person who puts time and thought into my words and actions, whereas you,” he paused for dramatics, “do not.”

“Riveting analysis of my psyche,” Draco drawled back, nonchalantly flicking his wand and throwing harmless green sparks at a drooling Goyle.

The dunce jumped up so quickly his chair fell over with a thud. Professor Trelawney narrowed her wide eyes, lips twisting and voice scandalized, dealing out a long speech about the importance of Divination.

Blaise scratched the back of his head, fingers weaving into thick jet-black hair, while Draco chuckled, slightly chagrined.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Tracey whispered, nervous and nibbling at a puffing pink lip.

Both Slytherins stopped to stare at the usually quiet girl. She merely pursed her lips at their attention, playing absently with a silver and green tie.

“Well, it wasn’t,” she repeated, a little louder.

“Aren’t you supposed to be over there, Davis?” Draco sneered after a moment, gesturing to a full table across the room.

“I invited her,” Blaise cut in, dark brows furrowing. “Parkinson was being a right cow and took her seat, Malfoy.”

He sat back, narrowing a grey gaze at Tracey, who blinked back at him, unintimidated. “Yeah, she’d do that,” he conceded.

Blaise seemed to back down a little, exchanging a short glance with Tracey before continuing his reading. It wasn’t soon before Trelawney was back to her fortune-telling and Tracey had followed in Blaise’s footsteps, leaving Draco monumentally bored once again.

He snapped out of his half-sleeping stupor only when the door latch opened and a familiar red head popped into his view.

“Hello, excuse me, Professor,” Ginny Weasley was saying, a lone spot of Gryffindor in a full room of Ravenclaws and Slytherins. She was clutching a small parcel, her freckled chin raised and spine straight.

Draco curled his lip and nudged Blaise.

“Yeah, she is absolutely beautiful,” he drawled, “and I’m tired of your constant squabbles with her. Go ask her out and get it over with,” he advised, immensely bored. Tracey shifted and peeked up at him with an indescribable expression.

“She’s uglier than a blast-ended skrewt,” he retorted through a clenched jaw, dots of betraying pink on his cheeks, “why don’t you just ask your lovely little Tracey out and get it over with?” He punched right back.

If Blaise was startled or embarrassed he didn’t show it, even as Tracey flushed and held her edition of Hogwarts, A History so close to her nose Draco was sure she couldn’t possibly be reading it. In fact, the bugger looked serenely triumphant. “Hit a nerve, did I, Malfoy?”

“Another word and I’ll hit more than a nerve on you, Zabini,” Draco shot back, clutching his wand.

“Try it,” he smirked. “I was just reading up on counter-jinxes. I could use the practice.”

“Class is dismissed!” Trelawney announced.

Draco stood quickly, grabbing his things, too happy to get the bloody hell out of the room to care about jinxes. “I’ll grow you an unsightly tail some other time, yeah?” He promised, heading for the trap door.

It just so happened the way to the trap door was a long and pushy line right past where the odd professor and Ginny were still standing.

“Excuse you,” Adrienna Putain muttered rudely, bumping shoulders with Ginny on the way out.

The Gryffindor glared at the passing group of scowling Slytherin girls, folding her arms over her chest with a huff. “Thanks, but there’s no excusing you,” she snapped back with a smart reply.

Addie didn’t even look back, flouncing down the ladder carefully in her too-short skirt. Draco stopped to simper at the Weasley’s display of backbone, eyes traveling over her lithe frame. His mouth opened with a lewd comment, but at that moment someone shove him hard, and it was only Ginny Weasley and the table behind her that halted his fall.

“Ugh, geroff!” She demanded, pushing at his broad shoulders.

Flustered, he took a step back, adjusting his tie.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Malfoy,” he heard Blaise say a moment later.

Draco only had the chance to glare daggers at Zabini’s back as he jumped out of the classroom.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” Ginny snapped.

He turned back to her with a readied smirk, close enough to count the freckles on her cheeks, the number of her eyelashes that were fluttering with indignation. “Why don’t you get out of everyone’s way, weasel?”

By that time only Tracey was carefully leaving, and the only other sound was that of Trelawney scribbling a note.

“Why don’t you learn some manners, you overgrown ferret?”She shot back.

“Oh yes,” he agreed sarcastically, “I’m in need of lessons. The only one in this room that needs to learn her place in this world is you.”

“At least my place isn’t some pen in Azkaban,” she said with spite.

Draco reached to pinch her pale chin and she swatted away his hand with a slap.

“Hands off,” she growled.

“At least my place isn’t a pig pen,” the words were sibilant and low.

“You know what I think, Malfoy?” She ventured, hands finding her waist, face upturned to study him closely.

“Do tell, not that I care,” he spat.

“I think you have many issues due and not limited to your narrow-minded, ego-inflating upbringing and the only way to cure you of your personality is a thorough and complete Obliviate Charm.”

“Children! Children,” Trelawney cut in, her beaded robes making clipping sounds with her fluid movements. “Sit down, sit down... your auras are positively glowing...”

“What?” Draco asked, confounded. “What are auras?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Of course you wouldn’t know, you idiot. Auras are-”

“Don’t Granger me, red,” he sneered, “you’re not smart enough for that.”

Ginny was ready to slap back another insult even as they were ushered into seats, but Trelawney starting humming in a loud and extremely odd manner, ringed fingers waving in front of their scowling faces.

“What are you-” Draco started to ask, but Trelawney hummed defiantly higher.

One hand came up to Ginny’s curling smile, trying to push back giggles.

“I see... yes, a very powerful longing between you two... a ravaging desire!” She announced dramatically.

Draco blanched, his pale skin even whiter. He looked across the table to Ginny, who had a horrified expression on her face.

“What young love! What a torrid romance that awaits you two... it will end in... oh my... in death!”

Two sets of eyebrows raised.

“Right. Sure,” Draco arched his neck back as far as it would go, blinking with a mixture of fear and thinly-veiled disgust. “Now that we have that settled...” He trailed off, rising swiftly. “I knew I should have taken Arithmancy...”

“Do not forsake the Inner Eye!” Trelawney stuttered out.

Ginny was back to giggling, each new round accompanied by snorts, the sound grating on his ears. Her hair was crimson red in the shadowed room and she rose too, walking past him and down the ladder, holding onto any stationary objects in her path.

“Yeah, this is really bloody funny,” he muttered, thoroughly annoyed.

He followed Ginny out, ignoring their Professor’s warning calls of horrid unusual deaths involving pygmies. Or perhaps pixies. Draco wasn’t exactly sure which or even if he’d heard correctly at all. All he knew as he left the stifling atmosphere of Trelawney’s room was the tomato-red mane in front of him, those bouncy curls his hands itched to yank at.

So maybe Blaise had hit a nerve, that pounce. And maybe she was quite pretty and maybe he did go out of his way to trade banter with the witch, but that surely wasn’t going to stop him from continuing to torture the freckled sideshow.

She was slowly making her way down the stairs, sun streaming gold hints into her hair, her laughter ebbed.

“And where do you think you’re running off to, Weasley?” He asked, hurrying to catch up with her. It didn’t take long, especially when his long legs could gulp two steps at a time.

“Elsewhere in the realm of not-around-you,” she replied liltingly, still smiling. “My Inner Eye sees as much,” she joked.

“My Inner Eye disagrees, Gin,” he drawled, caressing her nickname with his tongue. Swiftly, he cut her off, leaning against the banister and cocking an eyebrow and a smirk.

“Do get out of my way, Draco,” she cooly, although her mirroring smirk betrayed her tone.

She tried to go around him, but in a rush of robes he blocked her path.

“Leaving so quickly?” He taunted. “What about our torrid love affair?”

She huffed and tried the other direction again, but he was just as quick.

“What torrid love affair?” She asked, frustration mounting.

He could tell her annoyance by the tic of her lips, the slight twitching. He grinned a pearly white set of teeth.

“We don’t have to lie, Gin,” he started, “or you don’t, anyhow. I know how you feel about me.”

A blush blossomed on her cheeks, blending with spotted freckles. “Oh, you wish I did, you asshat,” she hissed out, and attempted to barrel through him.

Draco grabbed her waist, trapping her between his lean frame and the hard railing with ease.

“Get off!” She warned, still flushing, cheeks red with fury.

“Say that one more time, but this time like you mean it,” he teased.

Open palms came up to push at his chest. “I mean it,” she warned, clutching the soft fabric of his expensive robes. “Back off or I’ll hex you.”

“Doubt it,” he said calmly, pressing a little closer, although he had to admit he knew firsthand what her Bat Bogey Hex could do to an innocent chap like himself.

“I will hurt you,” she growled, voice strained, their noses nearly touching.

He was not ashamed to admit that her raising temper was only tempting him more. Gladly, he took one step up, hands on either side of her, grey eyes pinning her from above, errant strands of white obscuring his vision. “You haven’t hurt me yet,” he said suggestively. “Something tells me this is what you want, Weasley.”

She curled her lip, still feebly pushing at him. “Yes, I want you, I need you! Like a plague,” she shot back, finally reaching between the little space between their bodies to grasp her wand.

Draco grabbed her wrists fast, as if he had been waiting for her to try, holding them behind her back, lips nearly tasting hers.

She gasped very slightly, air rushing past his lips and through hers, cinnamon eyes flicking up to his.

“Knew it,” he muttered, releasing her and stepping back with a smirk.

Ginny let out a rattling breath, fists balled. “What?”

“I knew you wanted to kiss me, Ginny,” he explained, voice slow as molasses.

She turned beet-red, although he wasn’t sure if it was mostly from anger or from embarrassment, but he knew it was undoubtedly from both. “No, I did not!” She nearly screamed.

He merely turned on his heels and started down the stairs, leaving self-satisfied laughter in his wake.

“You are infuriating,” she called at his back, dogging his steps.

“Thank you,” he accepted graciously.

“This is ridiculous! I wouldn’t want to kiss you if you were the last wizard on earth, Malfoy. I’d rather kiss a toad,” she ranted, smaller legs rushing to keep up with him.

“A toad, really? That’s a step up from your usual.”

A spark of something hot collided with the back of his head and he stopped, startled, turning on her.

She was a mess of fiery rage, wand drawn, chest heaving. Draco could feel his mouth twisting into a grin. “Was there something you wanted, Ginevra?”

She let out a sound, something between a roar and a choke. “I didn’t want to kiss you,” she grounded out.

He leaned in, voice low. “Liar.”

“I’m not a liar!”

“Liar,” he repeated.

“I hate you!”

“Li-” He started to say again, but at that moment, Ginny had lowered her wand and pushed him into the wall, fingers weaving into blonde locks and lips crushing down onto his, lips as insistent as they were soft, each heavy breath shared with his.

With a smacking sound she unattached herself from him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“That was disgusting,” she said simply, before turning and walking away.

-fin-

Okay well I used up all my specific comments in our AIM chat, but I'll just do some more squeeing here so you can look back at it and be like "Hey I am awesome."

That was soooo good. You're ridiculous for thinking it wasn't, though I can understand how it feels after you forced a fic out and are not sure if it's ready/good/etc.

Draco and Blaise were so perfectly Slytherin, and while it was a LITTLE odd that Draco was paying so much attention to Ginny, I loved how he desperately kept saying "You're not leaving are you? Leaving so soon?" and so on because he couldn't come right out and admit he needed her to stay.

And the ending was PERFECT.
A D/G first kiss at its finest.
A D/G first kiss should be disgusting at BEST. Horribly, awfully, revolting at worst.



Kristina

HAHAHA I can't believe I just gave a Draco/Ginny fic a 5 star rating but this was just too awesome. The interactions were HYSTERICAL and the ending PERFECT. You really captured D/G here without mutilating either one of their characters. Great work!

Five stars.
Ginevra & Draco at their best ;]]
Really wonderful ficlet.

Tasha x

That was simply amazing, really. You kept everyone perfectly in character..which is rather hard for a D/G fic. Great Job.

I give you 5 stars.

--Sabrina

This was a PERFECT first kiss for them. I like that you have them staying in character. Well Done!!!!!

Awesome job. Everyone was in character and I liked that. There are lots of D/G fics that try and change Draco, but he was the same guy we know and love. Loved the ending and great work!

Ahh!! I loved it. I really loved the passion between them. It was...so...them. Lovely job.