A/N: Sorry if this is clichéd, Draco not being evil or whatever. Overused,
I know. And the whole tutoring thing.....if anyone thinks that that subplot
is solely theirs, tell me.
Disclaimer: nothing you recognize is mine. So that means....everything except the plot.
The Reversus Curse
Ginny Weasly skipped lightly down the hall. She had just received full marks for her 5-parchment-long essay on Healing Properties. A few of her friends caught up and walked with her. They laughed all the way down the corridor to the Great Hall. Ginny and her friends sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Draco Malfoy watched all of this with narrowed eyes. He walked cockily into the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table. Pansy started fawning all over him as soon as he was seated. "Draco, I love your hair, did you cut it?"
"Pansy," he sighed, "it's over. No amount of flattery will win me over." Pansy let out a huge huff and walked out, sulking. Draco heard her mutter something that sound suspiciously like, "went to the ball with me." Draco smirked and rolled his eyes. Pansy Parkinson had been his girlfriend, sure-- but for half a year, their fourth. This was sixth year, for Peat's sake.
A single Eagle owl flew in through a window. Draco caught his breath and closed his eyes. "Don't be ours, don't be ours..." he muttered silently under his breath. He hoped to God that no one saw him looking like an idiotic git. But he felt a whoosh of air and the owl lit in front of him. He opened his eyes.
There was a piece of parchment attached. Draco swallowed. He untied it gingerly and let it roll open. A black mark was burned into the paper. It confirmed Draco's fears, because it depicted a skull with a snake hissing out of it's mouth.
"What's that?" Goyle asked thickly. Draco shook his head. It was from his father, a point blank reminder of Lucius Malfoy's wrath. Over the summer Draco had been extremely unwilling to join the Dark Lord, much to his fathers distaste. Draco absently fingered the bruise he still had on his temple, only one of the signs of his beating after his refusal.
He took out his wand and burned the note. Then he glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Ginny's friends had left her and now the redheaded fifth year was reading a book intently by herself.
Draco remembered again his "arduous" task. Professor Sprout had assigned him to seek a tutor--and a certain one at that. Draco sighed warily. Getting help from a girl, a younger girl, and a younger Weasly girl! It was disgraceful. Completely and utterly disgraceful.
Draco smirked as he stared at the girl. She had finally become much more feminine, including her shapely curves. But not many boys dared to hit on her, in fear that they would incur the wrath of her brother Ron. Draco's malignant smile quickly faded when he saw a tear fall onto Ginny's book and Ginny wipe her eye. He decided to...cheer her up, shall we say.
Striding proudly over to where she was sitting, Draco Malfoy slid smoothly into the seat in front of her. "Malfoy," she sniffed coldly, "I don't need any of your crap today." She pulled her auburn hair behind her ear and stared at her book. Her hair had become wavy and full, and freckles resembling the twin's speckles across her nose. Draco wondered in awe why he was noticing these things he mentally shook himself, and decided to go for the good-guy bit.
"Me? I wouldn't dream of hurting you," he said with a devilish smile. Ginny looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"Stop with the act," she said impatiently. "You hate my family and all you're trying to do is get me to like you and then blatantly refuse friendship in front of twenty, no thirty classmates." Draco blinked. That was exactly what he had been planning to do.
"But I--"
"Can it," she said, not looking at him. "Either give me an excuse for being there or bug off."
"You hurt me feelings," Draco said with a frown. Well...not really, he was kind of hurt, no permanent damage. "Anyway, well, see, Professor Sprout, the idiot, she says I'm not doing too good in, uh, Herbology, and uh, recommended..." Draco rambled on, now truly uncomfortable. But the way Ginny looked at him then--a look of caring, or appreciation, or something of the like--made him blurt out, "Sprout's making you tutor me in Herbology."
A passing Hufflepuff burst out laughing, and Draco's face blanched as he stood up angrily. Draco Malfoy, the smooth bad boy that took crap from nobody, could NOT be tutored. "Never mind," he snapped to Ginny, "I don't need one. I'll get my own." He started to storm off but someone had a firm grasp of his elbow.
"No, you wont," Ginny said softly. "Sprout said me, and it will be me." She dragged him back to sit. "Not that I want to spend time with you," she said irritably. "It'll look good on my reputation." She brushed her eyebrow, avoiding his eye.
"Liar," he whispered. Those were top signs of a lie, touching her face and not looking at him. She looked up, startled, and he smirked. "Tomorrow, second break."
"Where?" she asked quietly. Draco stifled a grin; he had her wrapped around his finger.
"The Trophy room, I'll lead you from there." He didn't wait for a reply and walked out. 'Yes,' he thought smugly to himself, 'another one will fall for me and I'll get top marks.' He smirked and walked to the Slytherin Common Room.
A/n I don't think I'm going to continue without encouragement *wink, wink* Reviews welcome. Sorry So Short!
Disclaimer: nothing you recognize is mine. So that means....everything except the plot.
The Reversus Curse
Ginny Weasly skipped lightly down the hall. She had just received full marks for her 5-parchment-long essay on Healing Properties. A few of her friends caught up and walked with her. They laughed all the way down the corridor to the Great Hall. Ginny and her friends sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Draco Malfoy watched all of this with narrowed eyes. He walked cockily into the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table. Pansy started fawning all over him as soon as he was seated. "Draco, I love your hair, did you cut it?"
"Pansy," he sighed, "it's over. No amount of flattery will win me over." Pansy let out a huge huff and walked out, sulking. Draco heard her mutter something that sound suspiciously like, "went to the ball with me." Draco smirked and rolled his eyes. Pansy Parkinson had been his girlfriend, sure-- but for half a year, their fourth. This was sixth year, for Peat's sake.
A single Eagle owl flew in through a window. Draco caught his breath and closed his eyes. "Don't be ours, don't be ours..." he muttered silently under his breath. He hoped to God that no one saw him looking like an idiotic git. But he felt a whoosh of air and the owl lit in front of him. He opened his eyes.
There was a piece of parchment attached. Draco swallowed. He untied it gingerly and let it roll open. A black mark was burned into the paper. It confirmed Draco's fears, because it depicted a skull with a snake hissing out of it's mouth.
"What's that?" Goyle asked thickly. Draco shook his head. It was from his father, a point blank reminder of Lucius Malfoy's wrath. Over the summer Draco had been extremely unwilling to join the Dark Lord, much to his fathers distaste. Draco absently fingered the bruise he still had on his temple, only one of the signs of his beating after his refusal.
He took out his wand and burned the note. Then he glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Ginny's friends had left her and now the redheaded fifth year was reading a book intently by herself.
Draco remembered again his "arduous" task. Professor Sprout had assigned him to seek a tutor--and a certain one at that. Draco sighed warily. Getting help from a girl, a younger girl, and a younger Weasly girl! It was disgraceful. Completely and utterly disgraceful.
Draco smirked as he stared at the girl. She had finally become much more feminine, including her shapely curves. But not many boys dared to hit on her, in fear that they would incur the wrath of her brother Ron. Draco's malignant smile quickly faded when he saw a tear fall onto Ginny's book and Ginny wipe her eye. He decided to...cheer her up, shall we say.
Striding proudly over to where she was sitting, Draco Malfoy slid smoothly into the seat in front of her. "Malfoy," she sniffed coldly, "I don't need any of your crap today." She pulled her auburn hair behind her ear and stared at her book. Her hair had become wavy and full, and freckles resembling the twin's speckles across her nose. Draco wondered in awe why he was noticing these things he mentally shook himself, and decided to go for the good-guy bit.
"Me? I wouldn't dream of hurting you," he said with a devilish smile. Ginny looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"Stop with the act," she said impatiently. "You hate my family and all you're trying to do is get me to like you and then blatantly refuse friendship in front of twenty, no thirty classmates." Draco blinked. That was exactly what he had been planning to do.
"But I--"
"Can it," she said, not looking at him. "Either give me an excuse for being there or bug off."
"You hurt me feelings," Draco said with a frown. Well...not really, he was kind of hurt, no permanent damage. "Anyway, well, see, Professor Sprout, the idiot, she says I'm not doing too good in, uh, Herbology, and uh, recommended..." Draco rambled on, now truly uncomfortable. But the way Ginny looked at him then--a look of caring, or appreciation, or something of the like--made him blurt out, "Sprout's making you tutor me in Herbology."
A passing Hufflepuff burst out laughing, and Draco's face blanched as he stood up angrily. Draco Malfoy, the smooth bad boy that took crap from nobody, could NOT be tutored. "Never mind," he snapped to Ginny, "I don't need one. I'll get my own." He started to storm off but someone had a firm grasp of his elbow.
"No, you wont," Ginny said softly. "Sprout said me, and it will be me." She dragged him back to sit. "Not that I want to spend time with you," she said irritably. "It'll look good on my reputation." She brushed her eyebrow, avoiding his eye.
"Liar," he whispered. Those were top signs of a lie, touching her face and not looking at him. She looked up, startled, and he smirked. "Tomorrow, second break."
"Where?" she asked quietly. Draco stifled a grin; he had her wrapped around his finger.
"The Trophy room, I'll lead you from there." He didn't wait for a reply and walked out. 'Yes,' he thought smugly to himself, 'another one will fall for me and I'll get top marks.' He smirked and walked to the Slytherin Common Room.
A/n I don't think I'm going to continue without encouragement *wink, wink* Reviews welcome. Sorry So Short!