That Thing You Do
Insincerelyours
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Chapter One: Sept 2nd to Sept 4th Draco
Monday, September 2nd
First Day Back
Breakfast
I saw her this morning in the Great Hall.
She looked absolutely gorgeous, as usual.
She was talking to the pillock Thomas, her latest boy plaything. It infuriates me to see her with him. She could do so much better. Like, me for example. But, of course, she doesn't see me at all. She's too busy laughing at something the prat said. I wish I was the one making her laugh. When she laughs her eyes sparkle so much they could make a fairy jealous.
Oh no, Parkinson just asked me what I was doing. That maddening hag, must remember to leave a curse on her chair later tonight. I gotta go.
D.M
10 a.m.
Potions
Severus yelled at me today. He yelled at me, his favourite student. Is it my fault she is so god damn beautiful that I couldn't focus on my Memory Potion? No, of course it isn't. It's not like I have any control over these things.
Damn! Severus just gave me a detention! I've never been given a detention in Potions before. That's what Potty and Weasel are for!
I'm starting to really miss Umbridge.
D. M
10:15 a.m.
Still Potions
What was I talking about? This whole mess is that cow's fault in the first place. If it weren't for her and her stupid Inquisitorial Squad I'd never have noticed her and then I wouldn't have a detention.
I've just remembered that night. I'd never seen a Bat Bogey curse cast so well. The Dark Lord himself would be ashamed.
Bugger, the Mudblood just saw me seemingly smiling—it was more of a smirk—at nothing and now she's trying to see what I'm writing.
D. M
12 am
Boys Dorm
I think I need to go to the Hospital Wing. Surely it's unhealthy to have your heart pounding a mile a minute and your limbs turned to jelly.
Maybe I should explain what made me all human-preserves-ish.
It happened when I was leaving Transfiguration. Never liked that class anyway. McGonagall really needs to shag someone already. Anyway, I was walking out the door, Goyle and Crabbe stalking me as usual, when I see her and the pillock. They were having a row in the corner, and it must have been bad because she was turning as red as her hair from rage. She's really cute when she's mad….
Focus! So, they were yelling at each other when I had this sudden urge to hex Thomas until his head was up his arse. I pulled out my wand before I could even think it through and then hit him with a brilliant—if I do say so myself—knee-reversing Hex.
It didn't exactly have quite the effect I wanted it to. First Ginny turned very pale and then she turned on me, eyes flashing. And I have to say, she's not nearly as cute when it's me she's glaring at. Then she got all up in my face. I couldn't make my mind work for a moment, but I finally realized she asked me why I had hexed him.
I sneered. (What else was I going to do?) "Because he was there," I said in my perfected 'holier-than-thou' voice. She turned a million shades of red—each one cuter than the next—and looked like she was about to start shouting at me, but at that exact moment Thomas began groaning in the corner.
He had passed out from the pain—bloody wimp—but he came to, and she was instantly at his side. She helped him up as he couldn't walk with reversed knees, and they hobbled off to the H.W.
Well, she'd never hobble. And even if she did, it'd be adorable.
Anyway, I was left standing there, completely shaken. I don't know how she does it. She just does this thing and I turn into a human puddle!
On the bright side, the curse I left for the maddening hag turned her eyebrows purple, so that's a laugh. I think I'm feeling better already.
D. M
Tuesday, September 3rd
Between the end of first class and the beginning of second
Third Floor Boys Bathroom
I'll probably be late for Care of Magical Creature's class, but who cares? I saw her again this morning. I'm getting very skilled at following people without them knowing.
Not that I'm stalking her or anything. I'm not that pathetic. I just like to watch her walk through the hallways. The pillock is still in the hospital wing. All I have to say to that is he obviously deserves it!
On the down side, I've heard whispers in the common room that a break out of Azkaban is coming soon. I'm not really sure what to think about that. On one hand, If father did get out and found out I'm infatuated with a Weasley, he'd probably Avada me. On the other hand, he is my father, and, no matter what other people think about him, I can't hate him. On the other hand he nearly killed her and that's a little hard to forgive.
Great! Now I have three hands. Some help that was. Last time I ever listen to my MindHealer. Thoroughly analyze your feelings? Ha! Some help that was.
Just looked at my very expensive, platinum watch. I've missed half of Care of Magical Creatures. Not that I really care. I can't believe that oaf hasn't been fired already; he's almost as bad as Scarhead.
Then again, she really likes the oaf.
However, she also liked Potter, so that can't say much for her judge of character.
At least, I think she likes him.
She had the crush her first year, always turning red and spilling things.
It was quite amusing, almost as amusing as Potter's complete embarrassment. Not that I noticed or anything. I'm leaving now; I think someone just took a shit in the stall next to mine.
D. M
Lunch
Great Hall (Where else would I be?)
Got myself another detention. The oaf did notice I was gone. Maybe he's not as thick as I thought he was.
Then again, not many people can overlook my wonderfulness. I can only really think of one person outside of the perfect 'Golden Trio,' and that's her. She just goes about, doing her thing… not noticing me at all!
I think I'm going crazy.
I can't stop thinking about her. It's become worse now that we're under the same roof (even if it is a rather large roof).. Regardless of it's size I still see her all the time. Over the summer at least I wasn't constantly reminded of her everywhere I went.
It's making me bonkers!
I don't seem to be the only one who's noticed my insanity issues. Zabini's been giving me the oddest looks. He and Nott are two of the very few people who aren't intimidated by my name and dashing good looks. It makes for good conversation, but you can't make them do things for you, which is very irritating.
Oh no! He's coming over here…
Empty Classroom
Around 9 pm
Well, detention wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. Mind you, I did have to clean the entire potions room without my wand. But guess who had detention with me! Go on, guess.
That's right, you're a journal, they don't write back.
Well, most anyway. We had this one that father would never let me go anywhere near in our library… but it turned out to be a psycho dark object that nearly sucked the soul out of her so I don't mention it much.
Anyway, she was there! Turns out Severus gave her detention because Creevey—the bloody idiot—nearly blew up her potion when he tried to take a photo of her as she was adding the powdered toadstool.
Not that she talked to me, or anything, I just heard her muttering to herself as she scrubbed the cauldrons.
Remind me to never get her peeved with me.
After detention, we both left at the same time. Surprisingly, she didn't go toward the Tower but followed the same path I was taking. She must have seen me looking at her because she gave me this truly nasty look.
"What are you looking at?" she spat. I tried to act like I was completely disgusted by the idea of looking at her. It was hard.
"Nothing," I said, more to appear nonchalant than to anger her.
She rolled her eyes and said, "I guess I should thank you for saving me the trouble of breaking up with Dean, not that I'd ever thank you". Then she mentioned something along the lines of me being a slimy Death Eater who should die.
I was as shocked as a very shocked person. I mean, who does she think she is? Her entire 20 person family lives in one room! And she has the nerve to insult me.
And lets not even begin to examine how much she wounded by already bruised ego. (Ha! Okay, that one was just for fun).
But really- I should die? I wasn't the one sucking face with Dean Thomas. If I was, I would happily crawl in a hole and die.
I mean, I knew she didn't like me, but… but she was so cruel. I don't know what to do now. I guess I always thought that if I made a little effort to woo her she'd see how utterly fabulous I really am.
Obviously the girl is delusional.
D. M.
Wednesday, September 4th
Boy's Dorm
Some time after one
I couldn't get up this morning. I stayed up all night thinking about her and what she said. When I finally got out of bed I took one look in the mirror and propelled myself back into bed. I can't believe I could look so, so bad!
So instead of forcing myself to go and join the masses in the Great Hall, I told Goyle to tell Severus I was ill and make my excuses to the other teachers.
So I spent all of last night and this morning thinking.
My brain hurts.
I'm never thinking again.
D. M
Ten minutes later
When she first said those ridiculous things, I was shocked. But now that I think about it, I don't know why… it's not like she's ever been anything but cruel to me.
The first time I saw her, all those years ago in Flourish and Blotts, I remember exactly how I felt. It was this odd… nauseous feeling, but it wasn't unpleasant. Of course, I had no idea she was a Weasley. If I had known I probably would have cursed her and been done with it.
Instead, I did what any eleven year old boy does when he likes a girl—I teased her.
Not the brightest plan, if you look at what happened next.
She insulted me!
And I still couldn't hate her, or think she was below me (which she is) or anything. She's just too perfect!
D. M
Niche in the third floor, behind a suit of armour, next to the trophy room
After Classes (That I didn't attend)
Nott and Zabini are having their usual beginning of term poker game (not to be confused with their 'it rain this week' poker game or 'someone sneezed' poker game, and not at all like their 'I feel like a game of poker' poker game). And they invited me. Not like they like me, or anything, they just know I have a lot of pocket money to lose.
Still, scamming other people out of their money might cheer me up. I think I'll go.
D. M
Hidden Room across from the Slytherin Common Room
50 Galleons too late
Well, losing my money just doesn't do the trick like winning does. I'm ashamed of myself. I've never been so bad at poker before.
In my defence, my mind isn't like it used to be.
I've charmed you so if anyone looks it looks like I am casually flipping through a Quiddith magazine. Though Kerrey keeps sending me odd looks.
I just can't stop thinking about her and how much she seems to hate me.
Her first year I tried to express my feelings like any twelve year old would—I teased her, and picked on her and hexed her. Obviously she was oblivious to my true intentions. Her family isn't know for it's intelligence.
I remember, one time, on Valentine's Day I saw her in the hallway, staring at Potter like a freak. Then I heard the valentine she wrote him being read to him by the dwarf sitting on Potter's legs. It made me so mad that he had her attention when he so obviously didn't want it. Especially since I has unable to talk to her, seeing as she was a blood traitor and all.
I was so wounded that day.
Dammit! Zabini just won again!
I have to pay 10 more Galleons… at this rate, I won't have any money for the Hogsmeade's weekend!
D. M
Five minutes later
I hate losing money. It's so… not like a Malfoy. Malfoys don't lose money; we make money.
Zabini is such a prat, too. He can't just take the money… he has to make comments. I knew there was a reason I didn't associate with him. He and Knott are just terrible. They have no respect.
Oh! I just remember. There was that time in my fourth year. Well, after third year she seemed to come out of her shell. She was always ambling all over the castle giggling with a group of friends. And she had such a temper. You couldn't insult her family of hex her without getting screamed at.
Then she started going out with that complete oaf Michael Corner. That girl really does have the worst taste in men. Potter, Corner, and now Thomas? No wonder she doesn't like me, I'm not ugly as arse and a complete idiot.
So I saw her and Corner in a corner—seriously. No pun intended. They were all over each other. I was shocked and horrified at such behaviour from her. With anyone but me, of course.
I said so, of course, after all part of a Malfoy's duty is to try and help out the less-informed. Regrettably, she flipped out, much like yesterday, except she broke my nose then. I got it immediately healed and never told anyone, but still!
Five minutes later
And then there was that time she hexed me last year. Which, as you can see, has deeply disturbed me. I should sue her for the inevitable mind healing bills this is going to lead to. Then again, I wouldn't get much. Horribly poor, you know.
D. M
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