A.N. // this story is part of a 3 part series. (This is the first story in the series) please enjoy! Please read and review, but no flames please!
Disclaimer // Je ne possed pas Harry Potter. (I do not own Harry Potter) [Trying to practice French…I hope that is right…]
Summary // Tired of attitude, Ginny tries to change Draco. Instead, she gets a different attitude…focused on her. D/G
Chapter 1 // Is it even possible?
Draco's cold sneer filled the street of Knockturn Alley. He followed his controlling father into a shop that had a sign that read "Forbidden Dark Magic Books Sold Here.
"Do not touch anything." Lucius demanded his son.
Draco nodded quietly and followed his father. They walked up and down the aisles, staring at the torn up binds of the books.
"Father, what exactly are we buying?" Draco questioned his father.
"Deatheater guide…only for you." Lucius said, sliding his fingers on the spines of all the books.
"Why can't I use your old copy?" Draco asked.
"Mine is different." Lucius responded firmly. He grabbed one of the books in the bookcase and rubbed the page edges. A symbol lit up in the front of the cover and whispered an incantation.
"I'll pay for the book; you get your supplies in Diagon Alley." Lucius commanded his son.
Draco wiggled his fingers in front of his father and watched him slip a few galleons into his palm. He walked out of the store, hands in pockets, and whistled a random tune. He reached deeper into his pockets, searching for the galleons his father had given to him. Instead, the galleons lied down on the street.
"That would be mine, thank you." Draco said, as he pressed his foot onto Ginny's hand.
"Well, if you didn't step on my hand, maybe I would have given it back to you." Ginny said.
Draco laughed. "You give me my money? Probably you were going to take it to your family and buy your dinner with it."
"We're not that poor, Draco. You're the one who's poor." Ginny replied.
"Me, poor? I'm the one with a few galleons!" Draco yelled.
"You're poor with heart, spirit, all the other stuff you don't have that my family has." Ginny said, flattening the crinkles on her robe. She walked away.
Poor, yeah right. That bitch. Draco thought. He walked into the broom shop, jingling the coins in his pocket.
***
Ginny and Hermione sat down on a bed, admiring the walls in the room.
"Sixth year…I hope it doesn't go by too fast." Hermione said.
Ginny fell back. "I wish it goes by fast. I don't want to see certain people for a century!"
"Certain people like…who?"
"Well…there's Michael Corner, that one kid, some kid in Hufflepuff, and Draco Malfoy. I wish Draco Malfoy died or something."
"He'll die someday, when the time is right."
"How about the other people I mentioned?"
"They'll die too."
***
"Fifth year is the hardest year in the world." Karen, Ginny's Gryffindor friend, said. Her brown eyes glittered in the sunlight, reflecting the sky. Her shoulder length brown hair was usually a little bit frizzy, but today she had spent the time to brush her hair.
"It's the whole test taking idea. Whoever invented that should live in a shack with Voldemort." Ginny replied.
Karen smiled slightly. She grabbed her broomstick and started flying around in circles. She paused in midair, waiting for Ginny. She blushed slightly at the sight of Draco Malfoy. Karen admired his bad boy/rebel attitude and his charming looks.
Ginny looked sickly at her friend. "If his looks matched his personality then I wouldn't think it's sad that you like him."
"It's not sad! It is lovely! Just look at that charming smile!"
"You call that a charming smile? I call it a sneer; others would call it a sneer too."
"Well, look at him now. His eyes are fluttering like butterflies."
"That's a glare."
"Just love him, damn it!"
"He's not my type."
"What exactly is your type?"
"Handsome."
"Draco's handsome."
"They have to be charming."
"Draco's charming."
"They have to look nice or have this certain gaze that's dreamy."
"Like I said, Draco has all that."
"Lastly, they have to be nice, thoughtful, friendly, and most of all someone not like Draco Malfoy."
Karen paused. "Again, Draco has all those qualities."
"He does not!"
"If he changes, then he would have those qualities."
"Well if you want me to have a certain liking in him too, change him!"
"It's not that easy…"
***
"Is it even possible to change the sky into the sea and the sea into the sky? Is it even possible to say 'I love you' when you really want to say 'I hate you'? Is it even possible to change the nicest kid in the land into a big idiot? Is it even possible to give a stranger a name and keep them a stranger? Is it even possible to turn a bad boy into a gentleman?" Ginny said.
Professor Mignon, the creative writing professor, clapped. "Tres bien! Bravo! Bravo!"
"Professor, I'm not done." Ginny said.
"Continue then."
"Answer me Karen! Now! I'm finished now." Ginny said, with a small smile. She received a plentiful amount of applauses.
Karen smiled. "Professor Mignon, I'd like to go next if that's all right."
"Okay Karen. What's the title of your poem?"
"It's possible. A response to Ginny's poem, Is it even possible? Sorry if it doesn't make sense."
"It's all right. Please recite your poem for us."
"It's possible to change the sky into the sea and the sea into the sky. Find that one person who changes your life and can turn your world upside down because his love for you will amaze you like whoa. It is possible to say 'I love you' when you want to say 'I hate you'. A simple lie may break your heart, but not as much as losing the one you love. It is possible to change the nicest kid in the land into a big idiot. Look at a certain Malfoy, read his biography. His life filled with sadness has enough tears to hold an entire sea. It is also possible to turn a bad boy into a gentleman. Everything is possible—and then I give up. Sorry if it didn't sound like a poem."
"Lovely! Well the bell has rung! See you on Thursday."
Ginny walked up to Karen. "Fine, I'll change him."
~~~
A/N please review! Thank you! (remember no flames!)
Disclaimer // Je ne possed pas Harry Potter. (I do not own Harry Potter) [Trying to practice French…I hope that is right…]
Summary // Tired of attitude, Ginny tries to change Draco. Instead, she gets a different attitude…focused on her. D/G
Chapter 1 // Is it even possible?
Draco's cold sneer filled the street of Knockturn Alley. He followed his controlling father into a shop that had a sign that read "Forbidden Dark Magic Books Sold Here.
"Do not touch anything." Lucius demanded his son.
Draco nodded quietly and followed his father. They walked up and down the aisles, staring at the torn up binds of the books.
"Father, what exactly are we buying?" Draco questioned his father.
"Deatheater guide…only for you." Lucius said, sliding his fingers on the spines of all the books.
"Why can't I use your old copy?" Draco asked.
"Mine is different." Lucius responded firmly. He grabbed one of the books in the bookcase and rubbed the page edges. A symbol lit up in the front of the cover and whispered an incantation.
"I'll pay for the book; you get your supplies in Diagon Alley." Lucius commanded his son.
Draco wiggled his fingers in front of his father and watched him slip a few galleons into his palm. He walked out of the store, hands in pockets, and whistled a random tune. He reached deeper into his pockets, searching for the galleons his father had given to him. Instead, the galleons lied down on the street.
"That would be mine, thank you." Draco said, as he pressed his foot onto Ginny's hand.
"Well, if you didn't step on my hand, maybe I would have given it back to you." Ginny said.
Draco laughed. "You give me my money? Probably you were going to take it to your family and buy your dinner with it."
"We're not that poor, Draco. You're the one who's poor." Ginny replied.
"Me, poor? I'm the one with a few galleons!" Draco yelled.
"You're poor with heart, spirit, all the other stuff you don't have that my family has." Ginny said, flattening the crinkles on her robe. She walked away.
Poor, yeah right. That bitch. Draco thought. He walked into the broom shop, jingling the coins in his pocket.
***
Ginny and Hermione sat down on a bed, admiring the walls in the room.
"Sixth year…I hope it doesn't go by too fast." Hermione said.
Ginny fell back. "I wish it goes by fast. I don't want to see certain people for a century!"
"Certain people like…who?"
"Well…there's Michael Corner, that one kid, some kid in Hufflepuff, and Draco Malfoy. I wish Draco Malfoy died or something."
"He'll die someday, when the time is right."
"How about the other people I mentioned?"
"They'll die too."
***
"Fifth year is the hardest year in the world." Karen, Ginny's Gryffindor friend, said. Her brown eyes glittered in the sunlight, reflecting the sky. Her shoulder length brown hair was usually a little bit frizzy, but today she had spent the time to brush her hair.
"It's the whole test taking idea. Whoever invented that should live in a shack with Voldemort." Ginny replied.
Karen smiled slightly. She grabbed her broomstick and started flying around in circles. She paused in midair, waiting for Ginny. She blushed slightly at the sight of Draco Malfoy. Karen admired his bad boy/rebel attitude and his charming looks.
Ginny looked sickly at her friend. "If his looks matched his personality then I wouldn't think it's sad that you like him."
"It's not sad! It is lovely! Just look at that charming smile!"
"You call that a charming smile? I call it a sneer; others would call it a sneer too."
"Well, look at him now. His eyes are fluttering like butterflies."
"That's a glare."
"Just love him, damn it!"
"He's not my type."
"What exactly is your type?"
"Handsome."
"Draco's handsome."
"They have to be charming."
"Draco's charming."
"They have to look nice or have this certain gaze that's dreamy."
"Like I said, Draco has all that."
"Lastly, they have to be nice, thoughtful, friendly, and most of all someone not like Draco Malfoy."
Karen paused. "Again, Draco has all those qualities."
"He does not!"
"If he changes, then he would have those qualities."
"Well if you want me to have a certain liking in him too, change him!"
"It's not that easy…"
***
"Is it even possible to change the sky into the sea and the sea into the sky? Is it even possible to say 'I love you' when you really want to say 'I hate you'? Is it even possible to change the nicest kid in the land into a big idiot? Is it even possible to give a stranger a name and keep them a stranger? Is it even possible to turn a bad boy into a gentleman?" Ginny said.
Professor Mignon, the creative writing professor, clapped. "Tres bien! Bravo! Bravo!"
"Professor, I'm not done." Ginny said.
"Continue then."
"Answer me Karen! Now! I'm finished now." Ginny said, with a small smile. She received a plentiful amount of applauses.
Karen smiled. "Professor Mignon, I'd like to go next if that's all right."
"Okay Karen. What's the title of your poem?"
"It's possible. A response to Ginny's poem, Is it even possible? Sorry if it doesn't make sense."
"It's all right. Please recite your poem for us."
"It's possible to change the sky into the sea and the sea into the sky. Find that one person who changes your life and can turn your world upside down because his love for you will amaze you like whoa. It is possible to say 'I love you' when you want to say 'I hate you'. A simple lie may break your heart, but not as much as losing the one you love. It is possible to change the nicest kid in the land into a big idiot. Look at a certain Malfoy, read his biography. His life filled with sadness has enough tears to hold an entire sea. It is also possible to turn a bad boy into a gentleman. Everything is possible—and then I give up. Sorry if it didn't sound like a poem."
"Lovely! Well the bell has rung! See you on Thursday."
Ginny walked up to Karen. "Fine, I'll change him."
~~~
A/N please review! Thank you! (remember no flames!)