Sunny Day

One Shot

Essays. Papers. Studying. School. All of it…. Sucks. Everyone's worrying about finals or O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s. What's wrong with these people? It's a perfectly sunny day.

Ditch this jazz (A/N Junk). I'm playing Quidditch. After all I only have Muggle Studies left. Who cares about that class anyway?

So Ginny Weasley went on her way. Grabbed her broom and went out to the pitch.


A certain seventh year Slytherin had finished up his last N.E.W.T. of the year, of his life. No more studying. No more essays. No more papers. Almost no more school. Finally! All of the… suckiness, has ended! Harrah!

I want to go flying. What else is there to do when your as happy as I am?

So Draco Malfoy left. Grabbed his broom and went onto the pitch.


Ginny had been flying and doing different moves for about five minutes now, when she saw someone down below on the ground kick off and begin flying. Paying them no mind, it is a free pitch you know. So she kept flying, not knowing that her presence was getting on the nerves of the newcomer.

"Weasley. What are you doing here?" Draco Malfoy asked Ginny once he had gotten close enough to her. That flipin girl was too hard to catch, she never stopped moving.

"I would have thought that it would obvious. I'm flying Malfoy." Ginny said smirking. Smirking the Malfoy smirk no less.

"I realize that. Don't you have finals to study for, or Pot-head to worship, or something?"

"Finals, yes I do. But it's only Muggle Studies, who cares? And as for 'Pot-head' I don't like him anymore. Why does everyone still think that I do?"

"Well, why don't you go study then?"

"Because, Malfoy, it's a beautiful day and I hate that class. Why don't you leave? I was here first."

"I'm a Malfoy I can do whatever I want, when I want to do it."

"Just like Daddy Dearest aren't you?" Draco glared at her. Correction, death glared at her. Then lunged, pulling her close, very close, to his face.

"I am nothing like my father."

"Then why flaunt the name?" Draco opened and closed his mouth a few times, not really knowing what to say. Using this to her advantage Ginny got away from Draco.

"Well you get back to me on that, alright Malfoy?" Ginny said smirking once more, then flying off. Doing moves that even impressed Draco himself.


Draco had thought long and hard about that day. And since today was the last day he was going to get back at the she-weasel. He was going to make her wish that she hadn't ever been born. So when he saw her getting onto the train, he went to her compartment.

"Hey! She-weasel. Come here. I want to tell you something." Ginny rolled her eyes but got up none-the-less.

"Yeah Malfoy," Ginny said once they were out of earshot and in an empty compartment. "What do you want?"

"I'm going to tell you why I am not like my father."

"Took you long enough."

"Shut up. I'm not like my father, because he would have hit you up there or worse. That and the fact that I let you stay in the sky. My father wouldn't have. You should be grateful."

"Yeah, see that wasn't the answer I was looking for." Ginny grabbed him be the cuff of his shirt and kissed him. Soon after that they were snogging.

"That's the answer I was looking for. You aren't like your father because you kissed me. And that I love you."

"No, I'm not like my father because I kissed you and I love you."

The End