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Date with Destiny

Ginny walked down the halls, demanding everyone's respect and attention, just like any other day. Her arms swinging lightly by her sides, she made it seem that she was floating, rather than walking, down the crowded corridor. Although graceful, Ginny Weasley was not known for her grace. Rather she was known for her cruel words and dark humor. Rumor had it that she was really a Slytherin, put in Gryffindor to save the Weasley reputation. Others said she was just downright evil, and warned their younger siblings to stay away from "that Weasley girl". But most just tried to stay out of her way.

"That Weasley girl" was in a particularly bad mood that Tuesday afternoon, and was thinking of just why people were the way they were. Why did they do the things they did? Why were they so cruel to each other? What made one person better than another, and why did it matter? With so many questions, and so many answers buzzing about in her head, it was no wonder that she bumped into someone.

Unfortunately for Ginny, that someone had ice-blonde hair, cold grey eyes, and an attitude to match.

Draco Malfoy practically glided to his next class. He had all the ease and grace of a cat, and he didn't care who knew it. We walked, or rather, glided by a group of giggly, first year girls and smirked. He knew what they were saying in their bubbly, but hushed voices. Fixing his eyes on a spot on the wall, the one at the far end of the corridor, he desperately tried to banish a fit of hysterical, if not completely insane, laughter that he knew was completely inappropriate. Then again, I am not known for following the rules. Buwaha ha ha haha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HAHAHAHAAHA!

Only too late did Draco find out that the last part of his thoughts had been uttered aloud.

Manic cackling will always earn a negative reaction from your peers. Especially when you are the only one that knows what you are laughing at. Draco was staring down a third year boy that looked far too interested in him, and was nearly succeeding when he ran into something.

Make that a someone.

"What the hell Malfoy?" were the first words from Ginny.

"And that is supposed to mean...?" Draco asked, as if completely unaware of any kind of collision.

"It means," she started, talking slowly, as one would to a five-year-old, "that you ran into me, and I expect an apology."

"Me? Apologise to a Weasley? That's laughable. See? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The shock of someone interrupting her thoughts had made her snap, but honestly, Ginny wouldn't have cared whether he apologised. But to insult her family's financial status...Well...now she was pissed.

And it was a well-known fact that when Weasley's were insulted, they didn't get mad, they got angry. Livid. Incensed. Call it whatever you will, but Ginny was angry and definitely not rational. She wanted vengeance, and since words just wouldn't suffice, she did the next best thing.

"What the hell Malfoy?" the red-haired vixen cried.

Obviously Draco had startled her, as she him, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

"And that is supposed to mean...?"

"It means that you ran into me, and I expect an apology." Wow, she's a feisty one!

"Me? Apologise to a Weasley? That's laughable. See? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Draco laughed in her face. Well...Actually he was just laughing, but it was in her general direction; so, given the nature of Draco Malfoy, and the preceding statement, it could be taken as offensive.

He saw the color rise in her cheeks and the wheels turning in her head as she decided what to do with him. Then the wheels came to a grinding halt as she made up her mind. The rest was mostly a blur, but Draco remembered this:

She grabbed him by the back of his neck, and kissed him.

Ginny roughly seized the back of his neck, pulled his head towards hers, and kissed him.

It was blind, raging madness. Malfoy tried to pull away, but Ginny dug her nails further into his neck, preventing him. He bit her tongue, and though she could taste the blood in her mouth, she continued. The utter humiliation Malfoy would experience was worth it.

When she pulled away, he glowered at her and muttered something about how that was the closest to money that she would ever get, and he would get revenge.

Young Ginny was not intimidated. She shot back at him, "Ooh, and you can see me shaking in my boots!"

She then caught Malfoy glance at her feet. She was wearing boots. Chunky heeled, lace-up-to-the-knee, black leather boots.

O dear Lord. Not the leather boots. Need a distraction...ah! Draco thought while he stared at Weasley's feet. When he looked around he saw the other Weasley, Ron, to be more specific. You have to when talking about Weasleys. They multiply like- Quickly Draco stopped thinking and started kissing Ginny. Her brother would be furious if he thought they were dating. Buwahhahahaha!

He felt himself being pushed away, fiercely. Then Draco saw the male Weasel rushing towards him and the female backing away.

"...dare you touch me?!" the incensed fire-goddess yelled.

Ron was still running, almost there really, and once he did get to Draco he forgot all about his wand and started to beat the living daylights out of his Slytherin enemy. Somewhere in the background he could hear Ginny laughing.

In the end, Ron walked away happily yelling not-so-idle threats at Draco and Ginny trailing not-so-far behind her oh-so-annoying brother, waggling her fingers at him; "See you later. And then I'll really get you."

[A/N] Can you tell I like the way-too-much-hypenation adjectives? Anyway, I hope you like it. If you don't...Don't read it anymore. I have no clue where this is going but...shhhhh...it's a secret!