Look at her, Draco thought. She walkes around school, not even
knowing what she's doing to me. That red hair, those green eyes, clear
skin. Why are long robes required?
She's so beautiful, so perfect and nice and loving. I wish it were me she was talking to...I wish it was me who could make her laugh...make her blush. But what would she see in someone like me?
Draco stared across the Great Hall at breakfast, unaware of his surroundings. The only person he saw was Ginny. It had been so gradual, his liking her, that it hit him without him realizing. He tried to convince himself it was just physicl attraction, but then he began to wish he could just speak to her...hear her laugh and he could die a happy man.
He wanted her to learn her head on his shoulders when she was sad. Push him playfully when joking. Kiss him softly...
He wanted the whole package, and he's never wanted that with anyone else before.
Love? Could it be? Of course he'd have to kill himself. It was like a bird loving a fish...both are in two completely different worlds.
He watched her get up with her friends, and leave, yearning to take her hand in his and walk her to her class.
"Today," Snape said from the front of the room. "We will be making The Draught of Sleeping Beauty."
Harry jumped at the mention of a familiar fairy tale. "Sleeping Beauty?" He raised his eyebrows, looking at Ron and Hermione for explanations.
"Harry, shh." Hermione pointed to Snape who looked menacingly at them.
"I will write the ingredients on the board, and while you prepare them I will give you a brief history of the Draught. Laura, AKA Sleeping Beauty, was a very stubborn Muggle. She was asked to marry a Lord so a peace treaty could be cealed with matrimony, but she refused to marry if not for love. The Lord and her met secretly and fell in love, but too proud to admit to their parents. Laura's step mother, being a witch, found out about the secret affair and prepared a special draught that would put the drinker in a deep sleep until her true love kissed her, giving her life again. The Muggle's have reduced this story into a 'fairy tale,' and, as usual, have screwed up all the facts. Your homework assignment is to read the fairy tale version that's in the back of your books, and site the differences from the truth."
Snape headed back to his desk and began correcting papers from a previous assignment. Harry took this opportunity to get more information from Ron and Hermione.
"Sleeping Beauty was real?" He asked, cutting up some rose root.
"Yes." Hermione said, making sure Snape was engrossed in his work. "Almost all Muggle fairy tales are twisted versions of real happenings. The draught was also used by Snow White's step mother, only she injected the potion to an apple. They say only your true love can kiss you awake...rubbish...I think there's something in the kiss itself, not the person giving the kiss." Hermioned went into a long lecture of her theory of the draught, and by the time she was finished all three of the cauldron's were bubbling a deep red liquid that gave off a very sweet aroma.
"Now, this is one potion we will not be testing because it's very unpredictable. I would not have even suggested it... Dumbledore thought I should teach you how to make a more 'happier' potion...well, there's your happy potion. Now, bring your cauldrons up one by one and we will dump them down the drain." Snape called each table, allowing a few students at a time to the front.
Ron looked around quickly, making sure no one was watching him. He reached for a flask and filled it with the potion, and pocketed it before anyone noticed.
"I'll slip some to Hermione, and when I kiss her she'll wake up and realize that I'm her true love." Ron smiled stupidly.
"Ron, are you ok?" Hermione asked, as they dumped their potion out.
"Huh? Yeah...I'm fine." He rubbed his hand through his hair. "Man, I'm famished...let's get something to eat."
The Great Hall was bustling with students. Harry, Ron and Hermione slipped into some seats next to Ginny who greeted them between mouth fulls of salade. It took nearly the whole lunch period for Ron to pluck enough courage to bring out the flask and pour it into Hermione's pumpking juice. Of course, everyone else was looking up at some commotion coming from the front of the Gryffindor table. Ron felt like hugging Fred and George for pulling a practical joke at the perfect time.
Ron stared at the cup, willing Hermione to take just one swig of it. Twice she grabbed it, but was distracted by something else, and let go.
"Hermione, you gonna finish your juice?" Ginny asked, grabbing for it.
"No, you can have it." She said, and continued to talk to Harry.
"No!" Ron shouted, but it was too late.
It took only a few seconds after Ginny drank it before she collapsed in her chair, her body falling onto Hermione.
"Ron, what did you do?" Hermione asked, knowing Ron must have tampered with the drink.
"Nothing." His face began to turn red, as McGonagall came to see what had happened.
"She drank some of my pumpkin juice, then just fainted, Professor." Hermione said.
"Take her to the hospital wing." She said, then went to report back to Dumbledore.
"Help me, will you?" She looked at Ron and Harry, who both took Ginny by the legs.
Draco, panic on his face, watched as Ginny was being carried out of the Great Hall. He swiftly got up from his chair, and followed at a good distance behind them. He stopped outside the door to the Medical wing, and listened.
"Ron, you did what?!" Hermione screamed.
"I just meant it was a practical joke." Ron said, shrugging his shoulders and turning a bright pink.
"Putting the Draught of Sleeping Beauty in someone's drink is not a practical joke." Hermione sighed, rubbing her forehead with her hand. "You heard Snape, there's no cure except true love's kiss."
"But you said you think anyone can kiss the victim and they'll wake up." Ron stated.
"Ron, it's a theory...ugh, what are we going to do? We have to tell Madame Pompfrey."
"No! I'll get in trouble...I wasn't supposed to take some of the potion." Ron said.
"Serves you right." Harry said, coming from behind the door that Madame Pompfrey had Ginny.
"Harry, you gotta go in there and kiss her." Ron pleaded.
"What?" Harry said, bewildered.
"You know Ginny fancies you, you can wake her up." Ron rationalized.
"Ron, she doesn't have a crush on me any more."
"Just do it, please?"
There was a long pause, and Draco strained to hear what was happening. After a while some movement could be heard.
"It didn't work." Harry said.
He kissed her! Draco yelled in his head. I'll kill him!
"Ok, now can I tell Madame Pompfrey what happened?" Hermione said, but before Ron could protest, she left for Madame Pompfrey's office.
By dinner that night, the whole school was abuzz with what happened to Ginny Weasley. Ron was given two weeks worth of detention, and the Professors were racking their brains with a possible cure. Professor Sprout went directly to her books to see if some sort of plant had the magical properties to wake someone from a deep sleep. Snape was also in his dungeons, searching for an alternate cure.
But none was found. With much trepidation, Dumbledore announced that evening that the male population of the school who knew Ginny were asked to line up outside the Hospital Wing to give Ginny a quick kiss. One by one, the boys entered, kissed, and left. Ginny lay peacefully asleep through her first kiss...and second, and third, and fourth...
Night was now fully upon the school, and the plans were being made the next day for the entire male population, not just those who knew Ginny, to line up.
Darkness fell upon the empty corridors, shafts of moonlite cutting through the windows. Draco crept down the corridors, and stair cases, slowly making his way to the hospital wing. He charmed his way throught the locked door, and walked towards the bed where Ginny lay. Draco pushed back the curtains surrounding the bed and felt his heart leap as he saw the peaceful figure of Ginny. Her hair was dark, outlining her pale face.
Draco was filled with unfounded hope. What if's clouded his mind...What if I kissed her...and she woke up? What if she loved me?
Deep down Draco knew it was impossible. How could someone so good and kind love someone like him? He almost turned and walked away, but his heart wouldn't let him. He at least wanted to stay and watch her a while longer. She looked so calm, he had never been this close to her before.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was brushing her hair away from her face, and bent slowly towards her. He paused, inches away from her face. He brushed the back of his hand down the side of her face, and touched his lips with hers.
Warmth filled him...flowing through his veins. He couldn't pull himself away, it was too good. Her scent captivated him, leaving his mind void of any thought.
Then he felt something. He pulled away and saw her eyes open. Her hand was on his shoulder, holding tightly, making sure he couldn't go too far.
"What happened?" Ginny asked, looking around confused.
"You're in the hospital wing." Draco replied, afraid to expand.
"Am I sick?" She questioned. "I don't feel sick."
"You passed out in the Great Hall...your brother slipped something into the cup you drank out of." Draco gently took her hand in his and removed it from his shoulder. "Get some sleep."
"Are you an angel?" Ginny asked, watching him get up and leave.
He turned to look at her. She doesn't know who I am. He thought.
"I wish..." And with that he left.
"I drank what?" Ginny was now fully awake, and laying in the hospital bed.
To everyone's surprise, Ginny had awoken in the night, the boys who lined up outside the door all murmured about being cheated out of a kiss. Ron was now beside her, along with Hermione and Harry, telling her what happened.
"It was supposed to be a joke." Ron once again explained.
"So how did you wake up...do you remember?" Hermione asked, as if this was some huge school project.
"I don't know...I dreamt of an angel though...I think." Ginny's eyebrows fused together in confusion. "He looked like an angel."
"You didn't recognize him?" Hermione asked.
"He seemed familiar...but I couldn't tell you who it was."
"He must have snuck in here, the pig!" Ron punched his clinched fist into his hand. "I'll find out who it is and I'll...I'll...kill him!"
"Ron, calm down," Harry said. "You're the one who put the draught into the cup."
"But Hermione was supposed to drink it!" Ron blurted out, then clasped his hands over his mouth.
"Oh, I was supposed to drink it, was I?" Hermione put her hands on her hips. "And why is that, Ronald Weasley?"
Ron began to mumble incoherently, and was led out of the room by a steaming mad Hermione. Harry and Ginny laughed.
"So you really don't remember who kissed you?" Harry asked.
"No...He had blonde...no, silver hair. He had a fine chisled face...looked tall."
"Hmm, I wonder why none of the other boys woke you up." Harry said.
Ginny blushed. "Exactly how many boys kissed me?"
"I dunno, 'bout fifteen...Dumbledore was going to have everyone kiss you, to see if you'd wake up...wonder why that one boy was different." Harry got up to leave Ginny in her thoughts.
Ginny was released from Madame Pompfrey and was let to eat lunch with the rest of the students. She refused to drink pumpkin juice, and gladly filled her cup with water. She was listening to a very interesting story of Ron's first day of detention when she felt something...a pulling...
Ginny turned around, and looked across the Hall at the Slytherin table and saw Draco staring at her...his silver hair fell over his fine chisled face...
"Oh no." Ginny gasped, dropping her water. "It's him."
(A/N: I was planning on having this only be a short story, but if I get a lot of reviews I may continue it...hint hint)
She's so beautiful, so perfect and nice and loving. I wish it were me she was talking to...I wish it was me who could make her laugh...make her blush. But what would she see in someone like me?
Draco stared across the Great Hall at breakfast, unaware of his surroundings. The only person he saw was Ginny. It had been so gradual, his liking her, that it hit him without him realizing. He tried to convince himself it was just physicl attraction, but then he began to wish he could just speak to her...hear her laugh and he could die a happy man.
He wanted her to learn her head on his shoulders when she was sad. Push him playfully when joking. Kiss him softly...
He wanted the whole package, and he's never wanted that with anyone else before.
Love? Could it be? Of course he'd have to kill himself. It was like a bird loving a fish...both are in two completely different worlds.
He watched her get up with her friends, and leave, yearning to take her hand in his and walk her to her class.
"Today," Snape said from the front of the room. "We will be making The Draught of Sleeping Beauty."
Harry jumped at the mention of a familiar fairy tale. "Sleeping Beauty?" He raised his eyebrows, looking at Ron and Hermione for explanations.
"Harry, shh." Hermione pointed to Snape who looked menacingly at them.
"I will write the ingredients on the board, and while you prepare them I will give you a brief history of the Draught. Laura, AKA Sleeping Beauty, was a very stubborn Muggle. She was asked to marry a Lord so a peace treaty could be cealed with matrimony, but she refused to marry if not for love. The Lord and her met secretly and fell in love, but too proud to admit to their parents. Laura's step mother, being a witch, found out about the secret affair and prepared a special draught that would put the drinker in a deep sleep until her true love kissed her, giving her life again. The Muggle's have reduced this story into a 'fairy tale,' and, as usual, have screwed up all the facts. Your homework assignment is to read the fairy tale version that's in the back of your books, and site the differences from the truth."
Snape headed back to his desk and began correcting papers from a previous assignment. Harry took this opportunity to get more information from Ron and Hermione.
"Sleeping Beauty was real?" He asked, cutting up some rose root.
"Yes." Hermione said, making sure Snape was engrossed in his work. "Almost all Muggle fairy tales are twisted versions of real happenings. The draught was also used by Snow White's step mother, only she injected the potion to an apple. They say only your true love can kiss you awake...rubbish...I think there's something in the kiss itself, not the person giving the kiss." Hermioned went into a long lecture of her theory of the draught, and by the time she was finished all three of the cauldron's were bubbling a deep red liquid that gave off a very sweet aroma.
"Now, this is one potion we will not be testing because it's very unpredictable. I would not have even suggested it... Dumbledore thought I should teach you how to make a more 'happier' potion...well, there's your happy potion. Now, bring your cauldrons up one by one and we will dump them down the drain." Snape called each table, allowing a few students at a time to the front.
Ron looked around quickly, making sure no one was watching him. He reached for a flask and filled it with the potion, and pocketed it before anyone noticed.
"I'll slip some to Hermione, and when I kiss her she'll wake up and realize that I'm her true love." Ron smiled stupidly.
"Ron, are you ok?" Hermione asked, as they dumped their potion out.
"Huh? Yeah...I'm fine." He rubbed his hand through his hair. "Man, I'm famished...let's get something to eat."
The Great Hall was bustling with students. Harry, Ron and Hermione slipped into some seats next to Ginny who greeted them between mouth fulls of salade. It took nearly the whole lunch period for Ron to pluck enough courage to bring out the flask and pour it into Hermione's pumpking juice. Of course, everyone else was looking up at some commotion coming from the front of the Gryffindor table. Ron felt like hugging Fred and George for pulling a practical joke at the perfect time.
Ron stared at the cup, willing Hermione to take just one swig of it. Twice she grabbed it, but was distracted by something else, and let go.
"Hermione, you gonna finish your juice?" Ginny asked, grabbing for it.
"No, you can have it." She said, and continued to talk to Harry.
"No!" Ron shouted, but it was too late.
It took only a few seconds after Ginny drank it before she collapsed in her chair, her body falling onto Hermione.
"Ron, what did you do?" Hermione asked, knowing Ron must have tampered with the drink.
"Nothing." His face began to turn red, as McGonagall came to see what had happened.
"She drank some of my pumpkin juice, then just fainted, Professor." Hermione said.
"Take her to the hospital wing." She said, then went to report back to Dumbledore.
"Help me, will you?" She looked at Ron and Harry, who both took Ginny by the legs.
Draco, panic on his face, watched as Ginny was being carried out of the Great Hall. He swiftly got up from his chair, and followed at a good distance behind them. He stopped outside the door to the Medical wing, and listened.
"Ron, you did what?!" Hermione screamed.
"I just meant it was a practical joke." Ron said, shrugging his shoulders and turning a bright pink.
"Putting the Draught of Sleeping Beauty in someone's drink is not a practical joke." Hermione sighed, rubbing her forehead with her hand. "You heard Snape, there's no cure except true love's kiss."
"But you said you think anyone can kiss the victim and they'll wake up." Ron stated.
"Ron, it's a theory...ugh, what are we going to do? We have to tell Madame Pompfrey."
"No! I'll get in trouble...I wasn't supposed to take some of the potion." Ron said.
"Serves you right." Harry said, coming from behind the door that Madame Pompfrey had Ginny.
"Harry, you gotta go in there and kiss her." Ron pleaded.
"What?" Harry said, bewildered.
"You know Ginny fancies you, you can wake her up." Ron rationalized.
"Ron, she doesn't have a crush on me any more."
"Just do it, please?"
There was a long pause, and Draco strained to hear what was happening. After a while some movement could be heard.
"It didn't work." Harry said.
He kissed her! Draco yelled in his head. I'll kill him!
"Ok, now can I tell Madame Pompfrey what happened?" Hermione said, but before Ron could protest, she left for Madame Pompfrey's office.
By dinner that night, the whole school was abuzz with what happened to Ginny Weasley. Ron was given two weeks worth of detention, and the Professors were racking their brains with a possible cure. Professor Sprout went directly to her books to see if some sort of plant had the magical properties to wake someone from a deep sleep. Snape was also in his dungeons, searching for an alternate cure.
But none was found. With much trepidation, Dumbledore announced that evening that the male population of the school who knew Ginny were asked to line up outside the Hospital Wing to give Ginny a quick kiss. One by one, the boys entered, kissed, and left. Ginny lay peacefully asleep through her first kiss...and second, and third, and fourth...
Night was now fully upon the school, and the plans were being made the next day for the entire male population, not just those who knew Ginny, to line up.
Darkness fell upon the empty corridors, shafts of moonlite cutting through the windows. Draco crept down the corridors, and stair cases, slowly making his way to the hospital wing. He charmed his way throught the locked door, and walked towards the bed where Ginny lay. Draco pushed back the curtains surrounding the bed and felt his heart leap as he saw the peaceful figure of Ginny. Her hair was dark, outlining her pale face.
Draco was filled with unfounded hope. What if's clouded his mind...What if I kissed her...and she woke up? What if she loved me?
Deep down Draco knew it was impossible. How could someone so good and kind love someone like him? He almost turned and walked away, but his heart wouldn't let him. He at least wanted to stay and watch her a while longer. She looked so calm, he had never been this close to her before.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was brushing her hair away from her face, and bent slowly towards her. He paused, inches away from her face. He brushed the back of his hand down the side of her face, and touched his lips with hers.
Warmth filled him...flowing through his veins. He couldn't pull himself away, it was too good. Her scent captivated him, leaving his mind void of any thought.
Then he felt something. He pulled away and saw her eyes open. Her hand was on his shoulder, holding tightly, making sure he couldn't go too far.
"What happened?" Ginny asked, looking around confused.
"You're in the hospital wing." Draco replied, afraid to expand.
"Am I sick?" She questioned. "I don't feel sick."
"You passed out in the Great Hall...your brother slipped something into the cup you drank out of." Draco gently took her hand in his and removed it from his shoulder. "Get some sleep."
"Are you an angel?" Ginny asked, watching him get up and leave.
He turned to look at her. She doesn't know who I am. He thought.
"I wish..." And with that he left.
"I drank what?" Ginny was now fully awake, and laying in the hospital bed.
To everyone's surprise, Ginny had awoken in the night, the boys who lined up outside the door all murmured about being cheated out of a kiss. Ron was now beside her, along with Hermione and Harry, telling her what happened.
"It was supposed to be a joke." Ron once again explained.
"So how did you wake up...do you remember?" Hermione asked, as if this was some huge school project.
"I don't know...I dreamt of an angel though...I think." Ginny's eyebrows fused together in confusion. "He looked like an angel."
"You didn't recognize him?" Hermione asked.
"He seemed familiar...but I couldn't tell you who it was."
"He must have snuck in here, the pig!" Ron punched his clinched fist into his hand. "I'll find out who it is and I'll...I'll...kill him!"
"Ron, calm down," Harry said. "You're the one who put the draught into the cup."
"But Hermione was supposed to drink it!" Ron blurted out, then clasped his hands over his mouth.
"Oh, I was supposed to drink it, was I?" Hermione put her hands on her hips. "And why is that, Ronald Weasley?"
Ron began to mumble incoherently, and was led out of the room by a steaming mad Hermione. Harry and Ginny laughed.
"So you really don't remember who kissed you?" Harry asked.
"No...He had blonde...no, silver hair. He had a fine chisled face...looked tall."
"Hmm, I wonder why none of the other boys woke you up." Harry said.
Ginny blushed. "Exactly how many boys kissed me?"
"I dunno, 'bout fifteen...Dumbledore was going to have everyone kiss you, to see if you'd wake up...wonder why that one boy was different." Harry got up to leave Ginny in her thoughts.
Ginny was released from Madame Pompfrey and was let to eat lunch with the rest of the students. She refused to drink pumpkin juice, and gladly filled her cup with water. She was listening to a very interesting story of Ron's first day of detention when she felt something...a pulling...
Ginny turned around, and looked across the Hall at the Slytherin table and saw Draco staring at her...his silver hair fell over his fine chisled face...
"Oh no." Ginny gasped, dropping her water. "It's him."
(A/N: I was planning on having this only be a short story, but if I get a lot of reviews I may continue it...hint hint)