grin colored her face when she peered up at him.
got the idea from Dumbledore’s Army, to get–” she stopped suddenly, realizing
she wasn’t speaking to a friend but to someone who last year had attempted to
kill the namesake of their group.
Annoyed, Draco crossed his arms
and leaned back in his seat. Was this going to happen every time they tried to have
an actual discussion? Draco, more than anybody, understood the need to display
caution while speaking. But this was going to get ridiculous rather quickly.
There was nothing they
could share with each other that wouldn’t put the other person in a vulnerable
position. And Draco had acknowledged that when he first decided to take part in
this little… game with the youngest Weasley.
But she was clearly unsure still.
Draco knew that Ginny was much
more guarded than her brother, that she watched her words carefully and could conceal her expressions when needed. But,
nonetheless, she was still a Weasley. Obnoxious, excited, quick to temper, and
proud. This wasn’t the first time she almost let something slip in front of
Draco and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. But each time she stopped herself.
If he was going to learn anything from her, he’d have to gain her trust more than he already
had. As if rescuing her from near death wasn’t enough.
Fighting the temptation to roll
his eyes, Draco lazily waved his right hand, urging her to continue.
think we’re past the point of keeping secrets from each other, aren’t we?” he asked wryly.
From the way her eyes narrowed,
he assumed she didn’t agree.