Rifted
By Shankz
Draco Malfoy quietly crept out
of the Slytherin Common Room at five o'clock in the morning. He figured if he was the first one in the
Great Hall, he could quickly go to the Owlery, or be the first one in the
Owlery and go to the Great Hall.
Nevermore.
Tripping over the hems of his
new robes, landed on his face, in a corridor.
"Damn it! I told Father I
didn't like these robes and they were too big, but no!" I hate him sometimes."
He sneered, picking himself up. Sometimes?
He beat you. You do remember,
right? He never loved you, or your
mum. He's a Death Eater, he loves
Voldemort. He's killed people; he's
risked his own life for that Bastard. A voice reasoned him. "Shut UP!" he yelled at himself.
Ginny Weasley sat in a
Corridor crying very early that morning.
Her and Harry Potter, The Harry Potter, not that it mattered, had
been her, well. Boyfriend' you could say, since her fifth year. Fine!
One year, but seriously, she'd loved him since forever.
The conversation
between her, her brother, and Harry from the night before still echoed in her
head.
"Ginny, Voldemort's after
me. I can't… we can't, I mean. I have a point. I can't-"
"He can't go out with you anymore." Ron spat.
"Why? Just because of
You-Know-Who? He can kill
everyone! I don't care. What does that matter?"
"He'll go after you."
"So? Ron and Hermione have been your friends for seven years! And you throw me out of your life because of
that?"
"If it were my choice, I wouldn't.
But it wasn't. I am sorry,
Ginny."
"Sure, you are. Sure." And she left the Common Room into the
Corridor.
Ginny sobbed even
harder. All night she'd been out
here. In this little Corridor, hiding
from Filch or Mrs. Norris or Peeves, for that matter. Then came this… shadow.
Checking her watch, she gasped and got up. It was already six! Not
that it was a big deal. Gryffindor
wasn't always awake that early. But
still. She'd didn't get any sleep. She
watched him trip and curse to himself.
She looked up and smiled lightly.
She didn't know what made her.
But she did.
"Ron, seriously, you're
such a Duffer." Hermione Granger smiled, holding hands with her boyfriend and
best friend.
"Yeah, but you're a bloody genius. What am I s'posed to live up to?" He smirked back. He turned his attention to Harry, who was slowly
walking sulkily looking at all of the pictures down the Corridor, like they
were the Death Card in a Tarot Pack. "What's a matter, Mate?"
"Wha-what? Oh, I'll have
Trifle, please."
"Harry, it's okay. You did what you had to do. I'm sure Ginny isn't exactly… happy. But, she'll be okay." Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and
smiled.
"I guess you're
right. She's a good looking- nice girl;
she'll find a boyfriend anytime soon.
If Ron doesn't kill them, that is." Harry had stopped mid-way into the
sentence because if he had even thought to say the words 'good looking'
referring to his best friend's sister.
Merlin knows how long it took him to back off on them when he first
found out. Hermione had to calm him down.
The two of them had
been…. a "couple" since the summer before their fifth year. But everyone with half a brain could figure
out they liked each other, come on, they did see Ron's face at the Yule
Ball. And Hermione when Fleur kissed
Ron on the check. Someone please, tell
me what was the kiss on Harry all about?
Of course. Making Ron
jealous. Everyone knew, except them
to. Harry had to agree, they did make a
good couple. They fought a lot, but it
ceased down a bit.
The Great Hall
was packed with all of the students from the school, and roars of laughter,
fighting, and voices filed the air. Looking
up, the sky over the school displayed on the ceiling, which was enchanted to
look like it outside. A ray of sun landed on Hermione and Ron, as Harry dragged
his feet. He'd figured the whole school
had heard about him and Ginny.
"Blimey,
Harry, you sure dropped her like hot coal."
"Harry Potter,
utter rotter, dumped poor Ginny like a Finny."
And apparently, they had.
Malfoy looked over
at Harry Potter, looking rather depressed.
Moving his head over to watch Ginny Weasley, her facial emotions
matching those of Potter's. Something
had happened. Oh well. Like he really cared. Seriously, Potty most likely broke up with
Weasel's sister. Well, who really
cares?
His old Slytherin
pride had long since worn out since Voldemort's arrival at the Triwizard Tournament. But now, he'd had been longing to join the
Gryffindor table. Weasel with his arm
around Mudblood. Potty talking about
trifle, when he was trying to dip his toast into his drink. [A/N- I know that sounds a bit nasty. But he's a bit mad at the moment. Writing about mad people like me is my
favourite.] Little Weasel staring scornfully
at Potty. Lavender and Parvati fussing
with their make-up. Seamus and Dean talking
about the Quidditch Finals. And for
some odd reason, he wanted to join them.
And sit next to Little Weasel.
But he turned his
attention to Pansy Parkinson, whom he pretended to like. In truth, he used to. But not anymore. She was too fussy; he only showed any liking to her because she
was a Slytherin and a Pureblood. He sighed
to himself, and put on his nasty little smirk and kissed her. Just to get back into his character.
After all. He was Draco Malfoy, rich, cocky, and
handsome.
A/N 2- I don't
know. This may not please too many
people. Mostly because I was a past H/G
writer, and most D/G people are H/H.
And this is R/H. Oh well. I do hope you enjoyed this. I do enjoy writing it.
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