Ginny and Draco's New Life
Ginny's POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Ms. Rowling's beautiful work. sigh oh well... I only own the plot (I think) and any random characters if they decide to show up...
Chapter 1: The Bookstore
His eyes, like gems in the moonlight, light up as they look down at me. His features are dark, but I can see the shadow of a smile flicker across them as he squeezes my hand. His skin is smooth against my fingers, and I rejoice that I have finally found my dream man. We continue to stroll along the beach. Eventually, he leads me back to the ballroom where we dance the night away. He twirls me, and I spin, coming back to his arms. He holds me tightly, and I never want to let him go. We look deeply into each other's eyes and...a bell tinkles?
Suddenly I was out of my daydream, awoken by the bell over the door to my shop. A stranger stepped inside, blinking his eyes to adjust from the blinding light outside to the dimness of my shop. I waited patiently, wondering when I could get back to my daydream. Then, I recognized who it was. Draco Malfoy had just entered Ginny Weasley's shop. My shop.
I watched cautiously as he approached my seat. He seemed changed, but only a little. I had, of course, read the newspaper stories about Malfoy and Parkinson. They had gotten engaged, Malfoy had dumped her, and she had raged to all that would listen about the "Malfoy ferret". Malfoy, of course, had responded publicly in a composed manner. And now, here he was in front of me.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy. How can I help you?" I put on my best business voice.
This was my childhood enemy I was trying to impress.
"Hello, Miss Weasley. I was just browsing around." He looked coolly around the shop, taking it in in a glance. My heart thumped in my chest, and suddenly I was nervous.
"Well, if you need anything, just ask." I managed to retain my composure. The idea was to keep up a façade like Malfoy. I bent my head, picked up a quill, and began rewriting some records. I managed to look up only once. He was looking at a shelf mnear my desk. It looked like he was randomly pulling out books just to look busy.
Eventually, he approached my desk, book in hand. I looked up, took the book, and rang it up.
"So, I read about your fiasco with the infamous Harry Potter," he told me.
The reason for the visit was out. I had recently broken up with Harry when we decided our interests were no longer similar. Also, he and I did not share the same family views. I wanted to adopt children, and he wanted to have his own. We had been dating since my graduation day. But as the years went on, nobody had realized that I was no longer the scared little girl from first year. My retort was ready.
"And I read about yours with Parkinson." Not what he expected, by the look on his face.
"Well, you've definitely grown up, Weasley." Ha, he had to change the topic.
"And so have you, Malfoy. But you haven't changed much. Still the same cold retorts. Here you go. Have a nice day. Come back again sometime." I gave him his change, smiled, and made a shooing motion. Take that!
"Goodbye, Weasley. I might take you up on that offer." Wait a minute! What offer? Oh. Come back again sometime. Ok, shouldn't have said that. Although, Malfoy did look good. Ok, I did NOT just think that! I didn't get much sleep last night. Maybe that's what made me think that. Hmmm. Note to self: Go to bed early tonight so you don't think stupid things tomorrow or say stupid things in front of Malfoy.
Ginny's POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Ms. Rowling's beautiful work. sigh oh well... I only own the plot (I think) and any random characters if they decide to show up...
Chapter 1: The Bookstore
His eyes, like gems in the moonlight, light up as they look down at me. His features are dark, but I can see the shadow of a smile flicker across them as he squeezes my hand. His skin is smooth against my fingers, and I rejoice that I have finally found my dream man. We continue to stroll along the beach. Eventually, he leads me back to the ballroom where we dance the night away. He twirls me, and I spin, coming back to his arms. He holds me tightly, and I never want to let him go. We look deeply into each other's eyes and...a bell tinkles?
Suddenly I was out of my daydream, awoken by the bell over the door to my shop. A stranger stepped inside, blinking his eyes to adjust from the blinding light outside to the dimness of my shop. I waited patiently, wondering when I could get back to my daydream. Then, I recognized who it was. Draco Malfoy had just entered Ginny Weasley's shop. My shop.
I watched cautiously as he approached my seat. He seemed changed, but only a little. I had, of course, read the newspaper stories about Malfoy and Parkinson. They had gotten engaged, Malfoy had dumped her, and she had raged to all that would listen about the "Malfoy ferret". Malfoy, of course, had responded publicly in a composed manner. And now, here he was in front of me.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy. How can I help you?" I put on my best business voice.
This was my childhood enemy I was trying to impress.
"Hello, Miss Weasley. I was just browsing around." He looked coolly around the shop, taking it in in a glance. My heart thumped in my chest, and suddenly I was nervous.
"Well, if you need anything, just ask." I managed to retain my composure. The idea was to keep up a façade like Malfoy. I bent my head, picked up a quill, and began rewriting some records. I managed to look up only once. He was looking at a shelf mnear my desk. It looked like he was randomly pulling out books just to look busy.
Eventually, he approached my desk, book in hand. I looked up, took the book, and rang it up.
"So, I read about your fiasco with the infamous Harry Potter," he told me.
The reason for the visit was out. I had recently broken up with Harry when we decided our interests were no longer similar. Also, he and I did not share the same family views. I wanted to adopt children, and he wanted to have his own. We had been dating since my graduation day. But as the years went on, nobody had realized that I was no longer the scared little girl from first year. My retort was ready.
"And I read about yours with Parkinson." Not what he expected, by the look on his face.
"Well, you've definitely grown up, Weasley." Ha, he had to change the topic.
"And so have you, Malfoy. But you haven't changed much. Still the same cold retorts. Here you go. Have a nice day. Come back again sometime." I gave him his change, smiled, and made a shooing motion. Take that!
"Goodbye, Weasley. I might take you up on that offer." Wait a minute! What offer? Oh. Come back again sometime. Ok, shouldn't have said that. Although, Malfoy did look good. Ok, I did NOT just think that! I didn't get much sleep last night. Maybe that's what made me think that. Hmmm. Note to self: Go to bed early tonight so you don't think stupid things tomorrow or say stupid things in front of Malfoy.