TITLE: Your Little Fixations
AUTHOR: thelovemutt (at earthlink dot net)
PAIRING: Draco/Ginny
RAITING: R
SUMMARY: Draco tries to hurt Harry though Ginny but things don't go according to plan.
Your Little Fixations Part 1
Ginny Weasley was nothing more than an object. Her purpose as far as he was concerned was to serve him in achieving an ultimate goal. She was a tool, just something to use to get to Harry. The best friend's little sister; while an unpopular method, he knew if he pulled it off correctly it would soon be a classic.
This would be different than calling Granger "mudblood" or taunting Ron about his financial state. But then, his goal was different this time. He didn't want to simply piss Harry off. He wanted Harry to hate him.
The fight with Ron after potions sealed his sister's fate. Draco lost it. After seven years of cold detachment, seven years of manipulating the pieces into the proper places for checkmate Draco just couldn't take it anymore. He never raised his voice before, preferring the same icy tones that commanded respect when used by his father, but this time he screamed himself hoarse. Standing over Weasley who lay bleeding from the lip and nose on the floor (oh, and was that wrist supposed to be bent like that?) he told the red head exactly what he would like to do to him. He told him just *how* he would curse him once he was a full fledge Death Eater. In graphic detail he told Ron what he was already capable of but unable to perform due to Hogwarts wards ("But wait until I meet you on the platform." Looking back he wasn't sure if it was meant as an idle threat or not). He unleashed seven years of pent up fury with animalistic screams and tears of rage. When he saw tremors move though Ron he was startled to realize he was unsure of whether Ron was actually shaking with fear. It was possible his grasp on what lay before him was faltering due to his own trembling.
At what should have been the climax of his anger Draco simply deflated. Suddenly, he had to be anywhere but there. He hurriedly finished shoving his books into his bags- he'd only been partway though when Ron approached him- and moved for the exit. Harry stood by the door (or course he hadn't left without his shadow) and, unwilling to lower his eyes as he passed, Draco and Harry looked directly at each other. Harry had very expressive eyes. He was incapable of lying; his eyes shone with such emotion that anyone who looked immediately saw though his words to his guilt. When Draco haphazardly glanced at Harry's face it wasn't guilt he saw behind those thick round frames. They were filled with pity. Pity was much too close to sympathy for Draco's comfort. If Harry could feel sorry for him, if he could emphasize with him in any way, the tenuous hold Draco held over him wouldn't be worth anything. Pity meant Harry saw him as human, and that wasn't allowed. Perhaps he was wrong though, it was only a glance after all. Draco chanced a second, and what he saw along with the pity was much worse. From those bespectacled green orbs something much worse than pity was emitted: compassion.
Draco felt as if he'd been struck. Harry's benevolence undermined everything he'd worked for over the past seven years. When the time came and the pieces fell into place, his Lord was counting on Draco being a key player in the downfall of Harry Potter, but that wouldn't work unless Harry absolutely hated Draco.
The next morning at breakfast, as Draco ate, he watched the Gryffindor table and a plan began to form in his mind. Virginia Weasley to the right of her big brother who sat next to his mudblood girlfriend who sat opposite Harry. From what he could see, she was just as actively involved in the conversation and Harry gave the same thoughtful consideration to her as he did to Hermione and Ron. Somewhere between 6th and 7th year, when Draco wasn't looking, the little redhead had managed to worm her way into Harry's little trio of friends making them a quartet.
When he saw Ginny lean across the table, say something, and giggle followed by Harry smiling nervously, turning beet red, and running his fingers self consciously through that thick mop of black hair he knew exactly what he was going to do.
Harry Potter was going to pay. He was going to pay for having the audacity to pity Draco when Draco was so obviously so many levels above him. He was going to pay for pitying Draco when he should have been thanking Draco for gracing him with his presence, even if he was there to hurt Ron and through Ron, Harry. He was going to pay for every disgusted look, every attempt to ignore, and every failure to acknowledge Draco's greatness. Harry Potter was going to pay, and he was going to pay through Virginia Weasley.
end pt 1.
AUTHOR: thelovemutt (at earthlink dot net)
PAIRING: Draco/Ginny
RAITING: R
SUMMARY: Draco tries to hurt Harry though Ginny but things don't go according to plan.
Your Little Fixations Part 1
Ginny Weasley was nothing more than an object. Her purpose as far as he was concerned was to serve him in achieving an ultimate goal. She was a tool, just something to use to get to Harry. The best friend's little sister; while an unpopular method, he knew if he pulled it off correctly it would soon be a classic.
This would be different than calling Granger "mudblood" or taunting Ron about his financial state. But then, his goal was different this time. He didn't want to simply piss Harry off. He wanted Harry to hate him.
The fight with Ron after potions sealed his sister's fate. Draco lost it. After seven years of cold detachment, seven years of manipulating the pieces into the proper places for checkmate Draco just couldn't take it anymore. He never raised his voice before, preferring the same icy tones that commanded respect when used by his father, but this time he screamed himself hoarse. Standing over Weasley who lay bleeding from the lip and nose on the floor (oh, and was that wrist supposed to be bent like that?) he told the red head exactly what he would like to do to him. He told him just *how* he would curse him once he was a full fledge Death Eater. In graphic detail he told Ron what he was already capable of but unable to perform due to Hogwarts wards ("But wait until I meet you on the platform." Looking back he wasn't sure if it was meant as an idle threat or not). He unleashed seven years of pent up fury with animalistic screams and tears of rage. When he saw tremors move though Ron he was startled to realize he was unsure of whether Ron was actually shaking with fear. It was possible his grasp on what lay before him was faltering due to his own trembling.
At what should have been the climax of his anger Draco simply deflated. Suddenly, he had to be anywhere but there. He hurriedly finished shoving his books into his bags- he'd only been partway though when Ron approached him- and moved for the exit. Harry stood by the door (or course he hadn't left without his shadow) and, unwilling to lower his eyes as he passed, Draco and Harry looked directly at each other. Harry had very expressive eyes. He was incapable of lying; his eyes shone with such emotion that anyone who looked immediately saw though his words to his guilt. When Draco haphazardly glanced at Harry's face it wasn't guilt he saw behind those thick round frames. They were filled with pity. Pity was much too close to sympathy for Draco's comfort. If Harry could feel sorry for him, if he could emphasize with him in any way, the tenuous hold Draco held over him wouldn't be worth anything. Pity meant Harry saw him as human, and that wasn't allowed. Perhaps he was wrong though, it was only a glance after all. Draco chanced a second, and what he saw along with the pity was much worse. From those bespectacled green orbs something much worse than pity was emitted: compassion.
Draco felt as if he'd been struck. Harry's benevolence undermined everything he'd worked for over the past seven years. When the time came and the pieces fell into place, his Lord was counting on Draco being a key player in the downfall of Harry Potter, but that wouldn't work unless Harry absolutely hated Draco.
The next morning at breakfast, as Draco ate, he watched the Gryffindor table and a plan began to form in his mind. Virginia Weasley to the right of her big brother who sat next to his mudblood girlfriend who sat opposite Harry. From what he could see, she was just as actively involved in the conversation and Harry gave the same thoughtful consideration to her as he did to Hermione and Ron. Somewhere between 6th and 7th year, when Draco wasn't looking, the little redhead had managed to worm her way into Harry's little trio of friends making them a quartet.
When he saw Ginny lean across the table, say something, and giggle followed by Harry smiling nervously, turning beet red, and running his fingers self consciously through that thick mop of black hair he knew exactly what he was going to do.
Harry Potter was going to pay. He was going to pay for having the audacity to pity Draco when Draco was so obviously so many levels above him. He was going to pay for pitying Draco when he should have been thanking Draco for gracing him with his presence, even if he was there to hurt Ron and through Ron, Harry. He was going to pay for every disgusted look, every attempt to ignore, and every failure to acknowledge Draco's greatness. Harry Potter was going to pay, and he was going to pay through Virginia Weasley.
end pt 1.