Opposite Attraction

Opposite Attraction
Takes place 6th year

Draco sat in his dorm, wondering when his life had gotten so messed up. Maybe when his father had been sent to Azkaban, but then again, that hadn’t been a surprise.
He’d been expecting it, and Draco had been more relieved than mad when it had happened. With his father locked away, he would no longer be forced to become a death eater. Something he was becoming more and more opposed to as time went on.

It’s not that he suddenly abandoned all the beliefs that had been drilled into him from childhood, and was now ready to accept all muggle-lovers and mudbloods with open arms. No, he just didn’t think he wanted to dedicate his life to a hypocrite.

Of course, just because Draco wasn’t sure he wanted to become a death eater, didn’t mean that he would suddenly fall to his knees and worship Potter and all his little friends like everybody else seemed to around here. Never. Just because he was contemplating asking Dumbledore to join the light side, didn’t mean we would suddenly be friends with all those goody two shoes.

But that was besides the point, Draco turned his mind back to thoughts of his messed up life, only wanting to wallow in self pity.

He had no friends. It certainly seemed to everybody else as if he did, but Crab and Goyle could hardly be categorized as breathing, thinking human beings, much less capable friends!

No, he didn’t have any real friends. In fact, the only person who really cared about him, besides his mother in her fits of guiltiness she found herself in every once in a while, when she would buy him a new broomstick or some other expensive thing to make up for it, was Pansy Parkinson. Not because she particularly cared about his well being, no, but it would be better for her appearance, or her appeal he should say, especially to the male population of Hogwarts, if it looked like she was unattainable, or at least a challenge. He doubted this greatly, but rarely voiced his thoughts on such matters.

Your pathetic, just sitting in your dorm feeling sorry for yourself. Get up, do something instead of sitting here like a stupid idiot.

Sighing, he looked at the clock, and realized he was late for lunch.

Marvelous, just what I needed. He thought sullenly.

He put on his cloak and hurried out of the dorm, shoving the portrait aside roughly on his way out, and earning an angry comment from it’s inhabitant. _________________________________________________

Ginny stared out the window. Not really looking at the scenery, just feeling sorry for herself.

All guys were the same, they only wanted one thing, and that was easy enough to figure out. Even girls who were virtually blind to their ulterior motives, such as her, eventually got it. And when they did, chances were it was a rude wake-up call.

She had just broken up with Dean that day, after he had tried to persuade her to have sex with him, despite her angry insistence not to many times.

She hadn’t really liked him all that much. She had only gone out with him because he was cute, and besides, everybody else seemed to have a boyfriend, why couldn’t she? But nonetheless, it still hurt to be used like that.

But never again, she decided. She would wait for the right guy to come along. No matter how long it took.

He was undoubtedly out there, although sometimes she wondered. He’d be considerate and respectful, wouldn’t pressure her into things. He’d have to be at least a little smart or at least not a dimwit, and of course he’d have to like Quidditch. You didn’t grow up with six brothers, all crazed Quidditch fanfatics, and not grow up to be one yourself. Of course, it’d also be nice if he got along with her family, and he would preferably be hot, she thought, a smile growing on her face.

As she heard a door slam down the hall, she came out of her stupor and looked at the clock, realizing she was late for lunch.

Great, just great. If I miss lunch I won’t have time to go down to the kitchens before Quidditch practice! She thought.

Putting on her shoes, she raced out of the tower, slowing her pace only slightly when she was closer to the great hall. But looking at her watch she sped up quickly again as she rounded the corner.

When she turned into the main hallway, the next thing she knew, all of her books were laying haphazardly scattered on the floor, along with herself. She looked up into the eyes of a certain someone sprawling on the floor across from her.

As her sluggish mind finally processed who it was, her eyes widened.

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Opposite Attraction.
Chapter 2: Awkward situations and pumpkin juice

A/N: Sparky, sparky, spark! ***, no I'm not off my rocker, you’ll see! Just read the story!

“Malfoy!” Ginny said in a shocked voice.

“Weasel!” Draco said in an equally shocked voice.

They spoke at the same time, the disdain showing clearly on both of their faces.

“Watch where you're going! Or is your head so big now that it obstructs your view?” Ginny said, her anger flaring.

“Cute, very cute. I’m surprised you’d dare to emerge from that den of yours, what with those tattered robes, and wild red hair,” Draco spat back.

It’s not actually red, quite a charming shade of auburn actually, a refreshing change from the others', I should think.

WHAT! Snap out of it, you idiot! You were just thinking something NICE about the Weaslette! WHAT is wrong with me! I really need to eat something, lack of food is affecting my brain, Draco thought, shaking his head.

As Malfoy was staring off into space, Ginny was standing there glowering at him.

What is his problem? Does he have NOTHING better to do than torture Gryffindors? But then again. . . it didn’t seem sincere this time, the insult. . . Ginny thought.

Looking at him, she thought, he’s so cute when he’s surprised, without that mask of impassiveness over his face.

“WHAT!” Ginny screamed out loud.

“Shit,” she said out loud, again.

By now, Draco was staring at her. Confusion clearly showing on his face.

“Talking to yourself Gi-Weasley? That’s never a good sign. One of the first signs of insanity actually.” Shoot, I almost said her name! I really REALLY need some food. Now just back away slowly, and maybe she won’t notice.

“Did you just call me Ginny?” she said bewildered.

“No!” Hh said quickly.

“Liar,” she said, with a smirk on her face.

“Am not!” Draco said indignantly.

“Then why is your face red, if you have nothing to hide?” Draco thought he could practically hear the smirk in her voice.

“Because, because, It just is!” he said flustered.

“What’s the matter, ferret boy, blast-ended skrewt got your tongue?” Ginny said laughing.

“What?!” Draco said in confusion.

“Nevermind, just comes from spending too much time with Luna Lovegood,” she said with another laugh.

“Right,” he said slowly.

They sat there staring at each other, in an awkward silence, realizing at the same time, hence Draco’s jaw dropping, and Ginny’s eyes bulging out, that they had just gotten along. If only for a few seconds, but still. . .

At the same time they sprung into action, simultaneously reaching for their books.

As they were retrieving their books, Ginny went for her History of Magic book, which was consequently under Draco’s potions book.

They went for their books at the same time, and their hands accidentally brushed each other’s. As they made contact, it seemed as if a bolt of electricity had jumped from the others hands, up their arms, not ending until they both snatched their hands away a second later.

As they looked at each other, another awkward silence ensued.

“Ahem,” said Draco, clearing his throat.

“Well. . .” said Ginny, trailing off into another awkward silence.

“I’ve er, got to go.” And with that she hurried off quickly, her face flushed red with embarrassment.

WHAT was that! That was so weird, first, we’re actually being civil to each other, and then, our hands touch, and it’s like, electricity or something! Wait! No! This is DRACO MALFOY were talking about! His hands were just clammy or something, and you were shocked by the coldness. Yes! That’s it! That’s ALL there is to it! She thought as she walked away.

As Draco straightened up and turned to leave, his eye caught on a silver necklace shimmering on the ground.

It must be her necklace! He thought, as his breath caught in his throat.

Looking up and down the hall, he noticed that she was already out of sight.

Well. . . seeing as she’s no longer here, I’m sure it’d be better that I take it, instead of somebody, less trustworthy person, he thought. Yes, I’ll just give it back to her when I see her next! he decided.

And with that, he quickly pocketed it and walked into the great hall.
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Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Ginny was unknowingly stabbing her sandwich viciously with her fork, in an attempt to clear her head of thoughts of Draco Malfoy, and the sensation Ginny had felt climb up her arm when their hands touched.

This is RIDICULOUS! Draco Malfoy is an egotistical prat! His father is a death eater! And you know what they say, like father like son! she thought angrily.

“Ginny, did the sandwich do anything to you? Because you know, if it did, I’d be glad to hex it for you!” Harry said to Ginny, laughing at his own joke.

“Oh, ha, ha, Harry! I’m astounded by your clever wit every time you open your mouth! However do you do it?” she said sarcastically.

But Harry had already turned his attention elsewhere.

“Argh! Does everyone around here find it funny to ignore me?” she muttered angrily as she banged her head on the table, feeling sorry for herself. She quickly regretted it though, as she felt something wet and sticky dripping down her forehead. Looking down, she saw she had rested her head in her bowl of soup.

Great, could this day GET any worse?

But of course, you should know never to say that, unless you just might jinx yourself, which is of course exactly what she did.

As she reached for the napkins across the table, she knocked over her goblet, the juice in it quickly spilling all over her. Jumping up and trying to get some of the liquid out of her skirt with the napkins in her hand, she rammed into somebody quite forcefully as she was jumping back from the table.

The next thing she knew, she was on the floor lying on something, or should I say someone. She looked up into the eyes of the person who so unfortunately had been behind her at the time of Ginny’s clumsiness and groaned, trying to ignore the tingling spreading up from her fingers.

Not again! she thought.
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Draco walked into the great hall, quickly scanning the tables for a certain redhead.

As he spotted her, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, a thought struck him.

I can’t walk over there! The whole “Dream Team” will be sure to maul me! I’ll just have to give it to her some other time, when she’s not in the company of those three disgusting human beings.

Deciding upon this, he proceeded to promptly start walking again hurriedly past the Gryffindor table on the way to his own.

But not quickly enough, evidently. As he was walking right past where Ginny was sitting, at that exact time, he heard Ginny shriek, and turned to look at her. Big mistake. As he was standing there (once again he had stopped walking) she got up quickly from the table, and toppled into him.

Draco lost his footing, and soon he found himself on the floo, underneath Ginny, bewildered, and also trying to ignore the electricity that seemed to flow from Ginny onto his fingertips, to his hands, and up to his brain, slowly affecting his judgement and sense of rational thinking.

As their eyes met, Ginny audibly groaned, and buried her head in his shoulder.

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Opposite Attraction
Chapter 3: Missing things and bumping heads

“Well, Weaslette, we seem to find ourselves on the floor together quite a lot don’t we?” He said with a smirk.

Ginny lifted her head off of his shoulder quickly, as she realized where it was, her face red with embarrassment.

“Yes, it would appear so wouldn’t it.” She answered back.

“I just said that, so yes. . . it would. But thanks for making it obvious to everybody else.” Draco said smirking.

Ginny glared at him, but quickly gave it up and smirked back at him.

Shocked, Draco burst out laughing.

“What?” Ginny asked angrily.

“You cannot smirk. It’s just so funny to see you try. You end up looking like you’re in pain.” Draco said through his fits of laughing.

When Draco stopped laughing, Ginny realized she was still on top of him.

“Well, um, thank you, for er, cushioning my fall!” She said quickly getting up off of him with a nervous laugh.

No, don’t get up! It felt so right, so warm. . . WAIT! What the hell am I thinking? I’m completely off my bonkers, the sooner I get some food into my system, the better, yes food.

Coming out of his thoughts, he realized she was waiting for him to answer.

“It’s okay Gi-I mean Weasel, just make sure that next time you. .” He was about to insult her, and suddenly stopped. He opened his mouth again, and closed it, open, close. Standing there like an idiot, finding himself suddenly rendered unable to taunt her. “Just make sure your watching where your going.” He said, and quickly turned, walked a few steps, then stopped. He turned around quickly, his robes billowing, knocking into a first year Hufflepuff in the process.

“Er, wait! Earlier you dropped this, just giving it back to you.” And he quickly walked off, again, this time sitting down at his house table. Staring at the necklace, she thought:

Why does he always seem to be the one I run (literally) into? And then there’s that darn tingling, I mean claminess, whenever he touches me! It’s infuriating! Why does HE have to be the one to affect me this way! ARGH!

Deep in her thoughts, she rushed out just minutes later, after a fruitless attempt to leave thoughts of a certain silver- eyed someone behind and eat her lunch peacefully.

Heading up to her dorm to change before quidditch practice, she didn’t notice the object of her thoughts get up quickly afterwards and follow her out the door.

Ginny stopped suddenly on her way up to Gryffindor tower. She thought she had heard footsteps, but now they were gone. Looking behind her, all she saw was a few students milling about. Shrugging, she continued.

“Snufflesnort.” She said quickly to the fat lady, and hurried up to her room.

Is it just me or does the password get weirder every year? She thought to herself, a small smile on her face.

After changing into her quidditch uniform, and taking a short, or maybe not so short nap, she hurried back downstairs, broom in hand.

Darn, shouldn’t have taken that nap, now I’m late!

She quickly grabbed her bookbag from one of the couches, planning to study later after practice, and pushed the portrait open hurrying out.

But, of course as fate would have it, she once again found herself on the floor, holding her head as the stars in her eyes cleared, and she found herself staring into entrancing grey eyes again, the second time in one day.

“Well, fancy meeting you here Weaslette. Couldn’t stay away could you?” Draco said with a smirk.

“On the contrary ferret boy, seeing as I am just outside MY common room, and seeing as YOU are on top of ME this time!” Ginny said smugly.

“Oh, well. . .yes, I see that.” He said quickly getting off of her, and offering her a hand up.

She took it, not exactly noticing what she was doing, until she as standing up once again staring into those grey eyes, and realized that she was not only standing less than a foot apart from Draco Malfoy, but also that he was still holding her hand.

“Well!” She said dropping his hand and bending down to retrieve her books. “I really have to get going, nice chatting with you!” And with that she left, leaving behind a stunned Draco Malfoy.

As he bent to pick up the books he had been carrying, he noticed a brown, leather bound book among his other books.

Ginny’s Diary, he thought with a gasp!

Looking down the corridor in the direction Ginny had gone, he realized that she was gone.

Well, she’s gone, and I’m here with one of her things, again. So I should probably take it, and then, you know, I can hold on to it for her! Yeah! That’s it! I mean, better me than somebody who would probably take it and read it and not give it back. And YOU won’t read it? His conscious asked. I never said that! I’m just fully intending to give it back!

And with that he quickly got up, shoving the book to the bottom of his bag and hurried back to his dormitory.

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“Ginny! Concentrate! You just missed another ball! If we’re going to beat Ravenclaw this weekend we have to practice!”

Ginny was at quidditch practice, being yelled at by Harry, who was now the team captain, because she had dropped the quaffle, AGAIN. And why, did she drop it pray tell? Because she couldn’t get her mind off of Draco sodding Malfoy! She couldn’t forget the tingling sensation, or the way his eyes seemed to hold hers, and see into her soul, or the way that he hadn’t been as mean, or mean at all in fact, to her lately.

“Hellooo! Ginny, snap out of it! Pay attention!” Harry said waving his hands in front of her face.

“Sorry Harry, just a little preoccupied today.”

“Yes, well make sure you pay attention!”

Geez, Harry can be very bossy sometimes, or is it just me?

She kicked off the ground, following her team mates into the air, for a simple passing drill.

Everything was going fine until she saw a gray bird fly through the sky, which in turn reminded her of Draco’s eyes, and suddenly there was an “OOF!” followed by a *THUD* as Ginny hit the ground, which was luckily, just a couple of feet below her.

“Ginny!” Was the last thing she heard before she completely blacked out.

Draco bounded up the stairs two at a time, jumped onto his bed, and quickly pulled the bed curtains shut.

I really shouldn’t be doing this. This is bad! Bad! Bad! Oh shut up, you’ve done worse things than this before! Yes, but this is Ginny’s Diary! So? What’s the difference with her! You don’t fancy her do you? No, No! Nothings different! Nothing at all, and of course I don’t fancy her! Good than read the diary!

Sighing, he opened the diary to a random page, looking at the date, which was coincidentally today, during lunch it looked like, seeing as there were bits of food on the paper.

Dear Diary,

Something SOOO weird happened today I don’t even know where to start! Ok, so I was hurrying on my way to lunch, and then I bump into DRACO MALFOY! Of all people! So we were insulting each other, nothing usual, but then, he started being. . . like actually civil! It was kind of freaky, actually. And so anyways, then there was this awkward silence, and so I just reached down to grab my books, but he must have reached for the same book, because our hands were touching! It was so weird, it felt like, a bolt of electricity traveling from his fingertips! Kind of like in those sappy muggle movies, the spark they always talk about! It was so weird, but I mean DRACO MALFOY! He was different today, not his usual egotistical prat, he was actually sort of, normal! But, it’s just, ARGH! I can’t get him out of my head! It’s so annoying, I wonder if I fa- NO! I can’t even write the word I most certainly DO NOT FANCY DRACO MALFOY!

Must go now though, have to eat fast before quidditch practice.

Ginny

Bloody hell. Bloody sodding hell! She fancies me! Or she might, she did say that she didn’t! Yes, but she almost said she did! And she felt that spark too! So what if she did? It doesn’t mean anything! It’s not like you actually fancy HER! What if I do like her? Bloody Hell! I like Ginny Weasley! No, no, I can’t! She’s just pretty, that’s it! I can’t like the Weaslette!

Infuriated with himself for even letting himself think that, he strode angrily out of the room to the hospital wing.

I’ve got to get a headache potion from Pomfrey, all this arguing with myself is making my head hurt.

The last thing he expected to see as he stepped into the hospital wing, was Ginny, laying on a bed surrounded by what looked like the whole Gryffindor quidditch team. The blood drained from his face, and without thinking he ran over to the bed.

“What happened? Is she alright?” He asked shakily.

As everybody sitting around Ginny’s bed stared at him, he knew he’d make a mistake.

“What’s it to you?” Ron asked angrily.

Quickly regaining his composure, he said, “Nothing, just wanted to know so I could tell the captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team not to bother showing up at the game next weekend, seeing as your only decent chaser is obviously not well enough to play.” A sneer firmly in place on his face.

“Well than you can go tell him that she’ll be fine! It’s just a concussion, and she’ll be up in an hour or so, plenty time enough for her to be in the game next weekend! Now I’d suggest you leave before I’m forced to hex you to pieces and scatter them over the four corners of the earth!” Ron said angrily raising his wand and pointing it at Draco.

The color came back to Draco’s face. And he stalked off, not even bothering to reply, completely forgetting the Headache Potion.

Wait, why am I so relieved that she’s ok! Why should I care? Because you fancy her! A little voice in his head said. I do not! That’s rubbish, just because every time she touches me, I get this tingling sensation, and every time our eyes meet the world seems to stop. . . STOP! Stop it right now! You’re losing it! Over a WEASLEY! No less! Well I can’t help who I fancy! Well then for gods sake, if you’re going to fancy poor trash like her, at least do something about it! But I caaan’t! Oh bloody hell stop whining! Why are you afraid? She won’t say no! She fancies you, you heard, well not really heard, saw her say it! So just do it before you lose your mind!

But his train of thought was abruptly cut off as he not so gracefully walked directly into the wall.

“Excellent. I find myself on the floor again except this time, there isn’t a certain red head lying on top of me! Totally ruins the effect,” he grumbled, picking himself gingerly up off the floor and walking away. “What to do, what to do.” He said to himself as he made his way to the owlery, not noticing that some 1st year Ravenclaws were staring at him rather strangely.

As he stepped into the owlery, he realized he had no letter to send.

Cursing silently under his breath, he ran back to his dorm and quickly jotted down a note.

Ginny,

Heard about your accident. Are you ok? Just wondering. . Anyways, can you meet me at the library tonight? Say around 9?

See you there,
D.M.

A few minutes later, just as Ginny was waking up, an owl landed on her arm, hooting softly and nudging her. She untied the letter, and it flew away. Reading it, her jaw dropped.

Draco Malfoy. Wanted to see her. Her. There were butterflies in her stomach. No, not butterflies. More like pidgeons! Yes, big pigeons in her stomach! What did he want? Glancing at her watch she saw dinner was already over. Getting out of bed, she dressed quickly and walked over to the door.

“Oh no you don’t missy, you stay right there until you’ve had your medicine.” Madam Pomfrey said bossily.

“Medicine?” Ginny gulped, it was a widely accepted fact that any medicine you received in the hospital wing would be foul tasting and smell atrocious too.

“Yes.” She said, stuffing the medicine into her mouth before Ginny could protest.

“Now off with you.” She said shooing Ginny out the door. As soon as Ginny was out, the door was shut firmly behind her.

“Yuck!” Ginny said trying to keep the medicine down. She hurried to her common room, planning to drop off her bookbag, before going to the library.

But alas, she was intercepted, as what seemed to be the whole Gryffindor house swarmed around her, shooting questions at her, asking her if she was alright, and making sure she would be able to play.

“I’M FINE!” She said angrily, racing up the steps to her dorm and shutting the door firmly behind her.

Emptying out her bag, she realized she didn’t have her diary. Looking frantically around the room for it, tearing apart beds and pulling drawers out of dressers and throwing their contents around, she realized that she had lost it.

With a groan she looked at the clock and realized she had to meet Draco in 5 minutes. Putting on her cloak she hurried out the door.

A/N: Ok this chapter wasn’t as good, but tell me how you like it anyways!