Draco Pan - By Bandana Gurl
I got this crazy idea, while reading some Draco/Ginny stories. That's not to say that I don't enjoy a good Harry/Ginny story!! But I had a good idea, and wanted to try it out.
I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. They're owned by J.K Rowling, so NO SUEING ME!! I don't own the story of Peter Pan either, so no sueing me for THAT either. I'd appreciate any, and all comments from you (including flames, but I prefer good stuff). Now, let me unleash my creation upon you. MWAHAHAHAHA!!
Draco Pan. Chapter One - A Play!
Virginia Weasley sat down to dinner in silence. She was half- heartedly eating, but mostly shoving her food around her plate. Beside her, her brother Ron was talking to Harry about the latest Quidditch match. Hermione was sitting on Ginny's other side, engrossed in a book.
Ginny sighed, and looked at Harry. She'd had the biggest crush on him for years, and now, in her fifth year, she was slowly realizing, that maybe things weren't "meant to be." She continued picking at her food, until Professor Dumbledore stood up at the head table. Everyone looked up expectantly.
"I have a special announcement." He said, his eyes sparkling behind his half moon spectacles.
"In light of the winter holidays, I have talked to all of the teachers, and we have agreed to put on a play."
There was an excited buzz amongst the students.
Dumbledore put his hand up; signaling for quiet .The room fell silent once again.
"Yes, yes I know you're excited. What makes this even more exciting, is the play we have chosen to perform." He paused, and everyone was on the edge of his or her seats, waiting for him to announce the play. "I have been fascinated with the muggle fairy tales for years now. I particularly like the one story of Peter Pan."
Those who were muggle born gasped in surprise.
Dumbledore smiled.
"Auditions will be held throughout the week in the great hall from 3:00- 4:30. If you'd like to tryout, please come then. That is all. Enjoy your dessert."
He waved his hand, and chocolate pudding appeared in front of everyone.
"Can you believe it?" Harry said excitedly to Hermione.
"I know! Peter Pan was one of my favorite stories!"
Ron looked at them.
"Can someone PLEASE tell me what's going on?"
Harry and Hermione laughed.
"Peter Pan is the story of a boy who doesn't want to grow up." Hermione said.
"Yeah. He flies into open windows at night, to those who believe in him." Harry added.
"One day, he lost his shadow into a girl name Wendy's house. He took her, and her brothers to Never Never Land, where they meet up with Captain Hook. It's a big adventure story, and some romance."
Ginny grinned to herself, her somber mood gone. This is going to be so much fun! She thought.
"Hey Potter! You should try out for the part of the big, stupid guy!" A familiar drawling voice said. Malfoy stood by their table, glaring at Harry.
"Hey Malfoy! You should try out for one of the lost boys!" Harry retorted back. Malfoy stared at him, confused, and fell silent, walking away.
Harry grinned.
"There aren't many times when I like being part of the muggle world, but this is one of them!"
Everyone laughed.
That night, when Ginny was getting ready to sleep, she couldn't stop thinking about the way Malfoy looked at Harry. There was malice, and hatred, but she was sure she saw something else. Something other than his usual demeanor..
* * * *
When Ginny woke up the next morning, she got dressed slower than usual. Her mind was preoccupied with the idea of trying out for the play. I don't know if I should. After all. I don't even know what Peter Pan is! . But maybe if I do, Harry could notice me. but I'm over him. This went on for a while.
Ginny was so preoccupied with her thoughts, that she didn't notice the person in her path. They crashed into each other. BANG! Stars were whirling around Ginny's head.
"Watch where you're going Weasel." A nasty drawling voice said.
Ginny's head cleared long enough for her to realize that she'd crashed into Malfoy.
"Sorry" she mumbled.
"You'd better be." He said, and walked off, leaving her to pick herself off the ground.
Ginny sighed. There was no use getting mad about it. That was the way Malfoy was. She wasn't about to forget the rude way he'd treated her when they first met in Flourish and Blotts oh so many years ago. But last night was the first time she'd seen a glimpse of someone else. Someone hidden within the rock hard personality.
"Hey Ginny! You alright?"
Ginny turned to see the trio standing in front of her it was Hermione who had spoken. Have I shrunk, or are they just really tall? She thought, and then it hit her. She was still sprawled on the ground.
"Yeah I'm fine." She said
"Here. Want a hand?" Harry asked. He extended his hand to her.
For once, Ginny's pulse didn't flutter.
"Sure." She said.
She took his hand, and stood up. She noticed that she didn't feel the slightest quiver in her stomach. She just felt.. Normal. Maybe I really am over him.
"Let's go to breakfast." Hermione said.
They walked down the hallway, and Ginny tried to forget the odd, bizarre incident.
* * * *
Ginny stood outside the great hall. I don't know if I can do this.. She'd thought she'd made up her mind, but she was so unsure now. She glanced at her watch. It was 3:15. Auditions were starting soon.
You can do it! Go for it girl! Ginny took a steadying breath.
"Here goes." She mumbled.
She opened the doors, and walked nervously inside. It felt like she was a first year again, seeing the great hall for the first time, and in a way, she was. All of the tables had been set against the wall, and a big open space stood where the tables once were. Numerous kids were milling around. Ginny thought she'd spotted Neville Longbottom.
There are so many people. Ginny's breathing became labored, as she began losing her nerve. I'm so going to choke! She turned around, and walked slowly towards the doors, praying her legs wouldn't buckle.
"Chickening out weasel?"
Ginny gasped more out of fear than surprise. Malfoy stood in front of her. I didn't know Malfoy was so tall. Ginny felt the walls closing in on her.
"N-n-no. I-I'm n-not." She stammered. She was shaking all over.
Malfoy laughed in her face.
"Right. Sure you're not." He said sarcastically. "And you're stammering, and stuttering for no apparent reason."
He laughed again, and Ginny wondered why he was so cruel to her, when she'd done nothing to him. Anger began to seep into her, replacing the fear.
"You don't know anything about me, so shut up Malfoy." She glared at him.
There was surprise in his eyes for a brief moment. Then it passed, and his eyes became hard and cold again.
"I know more than you think Weasel." He said.
Curiosity begged Ginny, and she took the bait.
"Like what?" she asked.
He stepped closer to her, and she felt the walls closing in even more, threatening to squash her between them, like sandwich bread.
"It's disgusting, the way you pine over that stupid Potter."
People had stopped their conversations, and were staring at Malfoy and Ginny. Neither were aware of their surroundings.
"Like I said Malfoy." Ginny's voice sounded angrier than anyone had ever heard. "You don't know anything about me, so mind your own business."
Everyone around stared at each other, not knowing what was going to happen next.
"Well the little weasel has a backbone after all!" Malfoy laughed. "And here I thought you were a spineless little chicken who was too scared to say a few lines in front of a few measly people."
"Who said I wasn't going to try out?"
Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"N-n-no I'm not c-chickening o-o-out." Malfoy imitated her earlier behavior.
Ginny was seeing red, and when Virginia Weasley sees red, god help the poor person who receives her wrath. Without a word, she marched up to the front of the room, and waited patiently. Soon, Professor McGonagall came in, with a pile of scripts.
"Welcome to the auditions." She said loudly. Everyone turned to look at her.
"If you're interested in auditioning, please come stand behind Miss Weasley here, and take a number. When you are called, you will come forth, and read the lines from the script. The cast list will be posted on Friday. Any questions?"
No one answered.
"Good. Then on with the show!"
Since Ginny was first in line, she got the first number. She sat back down, and watched everyone receive his or her numbers. Malfoy sneered at her, on his way back to where he was standing. This just made Ginny all the more determined.
Soon, everyone had a number. Ginny was growing increasingly nervous, but knew that if she were to back out now, she'd never hear the end of it from Malfoy.
"Alright then. first up is Ginny Weasley."
Almost instantly, all eyes were on her. Ginny felt the walls closing in on her again, crushing, grinding, collapsing the little air she had left in her lungs-
"Something wrong Ginny? You look so pale." Professor McGonagall's voice was kind.
Malfoy laughed.
"What'd I tell you? Weasel is too chicken to do it!" he started imitating a chicken, which made several people laugh. Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She closed her eyes, as if shielding off everyone. This, of course, made everyone laugh harder.
"Aww! Little weasel is too chicken to do it. She's such a baby. She needs a little baby blanket-"
"Malfoy!"
Everyone stopped talking at the magnitude of the voice. Thinking it was McGonagall, everyone looked at her. She looked just as perplexed as everyone else.
"I'm not a weasel, or a chicken, or a baby! I'M GINNY WEASLEY, AND I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU, OR ANYONE! So if you think I'm going to chicken out, you can forget it!"
Ginny was so wrapped up in her angry rant that she didn't notice the clapping until everyone had joined in.
'Well done Miss Weasley!" McGonagall said.
"What'd I do?" Ginny was confused.
"I must say that I didn't know that you had it in you. That was some fine acting!"
"But." Ginny tried to tell her that she wasn't acting, that in fact, it was genuine.
"Let's see some more then!"
McGonagall turned around.
Malfoy stood near the front of the room now, a smirk on his face.
"Well. if Ginny wants to read from the script, then it's her choice, but I think that sudden burst was really quite original."
"Please. let me read from the script."
For once in her life, Ginny was actually grateful that Malfoy was there.
* * * *
The auditions went on. Malfoy did really well, and received many looks of approval. Others didn't do so well. Neville Longbottom, for instance, couldn't get past the first line. Ginny hoped that he would still get a part. Neville was a nice boy.
Now McGonagall stood in front of the room once more.
"Thank you all for coming. I hope that you had fun. I know I did!"
Everyone left, talking all at once. Ginny managed to slip past everyone. Relief that it was over, sagged through her. Her body felt drained of energy.
"Well Weasel. I guess I was wrong. but don't let it get to your head. I'm still better than you."
"Malfoy? Shut up."
She walked away, leaving Malfoy standing there, speechless.
* * * *
The next few days seems to crawl by. Ginny was dying to know if she got a part. She tried to avoid Malfoy like the plague, but there were times when she couldn't. Like at lunch. That was when the undeclared war raged between the two of them. Insults flew between them constantly.
"They shouldn't call you Weasel. They should call you rat. A dead, scrawny rat." Malfoy said one day in passing.
"And they should call you Mr. Fathead" Ginny had retorted,
Still, insults in all, Ginny found something almost. intriguing about Malfoy. She knew that something must've happened in his past, to make him act the way he did.
Sometimes, she almost went as far as wishing things were. different between the two of them, but she knew that was impossible Because of their differences, they could never be friends. At least, that's what Ginny thought.
After many long days, spent awaiting the news, Friday finally, FINALLY came to pass. Ginny got up, and literally sprang out of bed.
Today's the day. I hope I get a part.
Ginny got dressed in record time, and rushed downstairs to the great hall. As luck would have it, the cast list was posted on the door, and there was a crowd of kids near it. Ginny pushed her way through the throng, and bumped into someone.
"Sorry." she started to say, and realized it was Malfoy.
"Oh the great one is apologizing to me!" he said in falsetto. "I should be honored!"
"Shut up Mafloy."
"Oh? No good insults for me today? Lost your touch have we weasel?"
Ignoring him, Ginny pushed her way up front, and began reading down the list of names.
'Oh my gosh!" she cried out loud.
"I don't believe it!"
A/N: I'm ending it here, because I'm cruel. ^_^. No really, I want to make you wait. It's my first attempt at a story with Draco in it. I hope he isn't too OOC. if any of you have suggestions to make Draco seem more realistic, I'm happy to receive them. So please REVIEW!! I leave you now to contend with my starburst. Luv ya lotz! Bandana Gurl. AKA BG ^_^
I got this crazy idea, while reading some Draco/Ginny stories. That's not to say that I don't enjoy a good Harry/Ginny story!! But I had a good idea, and wanted to try it out.
I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. They're owned by J.K Rowling, so NO SUEING ME!! I don't own the story of Peter Pan either, so no sueing me for THAT either. I'd appreciate any, and all comments from you (including flames, but I prefer good stuff). Now, let me unleash my creation upon you. MWAHAHAHAHA!!
Draco Pan. Chapter One - A Play!
Virginia Weasley sat down to dinner in silence. She was half- heartedly eating, but mostly shoving her food around her plate. Beside her, her brother Ron was talking to Harry about the latest Quidditch match. Hermione was sitting on Ginny's other side, engrossed in a book.
Ginny sighed, and looked at Harry. She'd had the biggest crush on him for years, and now, in her fifth year, she was slowly realizing, that maybe things weren't "meant to be." She continued picking at her food, until Professor Dumbledore stood up at the head table. Everyone looked up expectantly.
"I have a special announcement." He said, his eyes sparkling behind his half moon spectacles.
"In light of the winter holidays, I have talked to all of the teachers, and we have agreed to put on a play."
There was an excited buzz amongst the students.
Dumbledore put his hand up; signaling for quiet .The room fell silent once again.
"Yes, yes I know you're excited. What makes this even more exciting, is the play we have chosen to perform." He paused, and everyone was on the edge of his or her seats, waiting for him to announce the play. "I have been fascinated with the muggle fairy tales for years now. I particularly like the one story of Peter Pan."
Those who were muggle born gasped in surprise.
Dumbledore smiled.
"Auditions will be held throughout the week in the great hall from 3:00- 4:30. If you'd like to tryout, please come then. That is all. Enjoy your dessert."
He waved his hand, and chocolate pudding appeared in front of everyone.
"Can you believe it?" Harry said excitedly to Hermione.
"I know! Peter Pan was one of my favorite stories!"
Ron looked at them.
"Can someone PLEASE tell me what's going on?"
Harry and Hermione laughed.
"Peter Pan is the story of a boy who doesn't want to grow up." Hermione said.
"Yeah. He flies into open windows at night, to those who believe in him." Harry added.
"One day, he lost his shadow into a girl name Wendy's house. He took her, and her brothers to Never Never Land, where they meet up with Captain Hook. It's a big adventure story, and some romance."
Ginny grinned to herself, her somber mood gone. This is going to be so much fun! She thought.
"Hey Potter! You should try out for the part of the big, stupid guy!" A familiar drawling voice said. Malfoy stood by their table, glaring at Harry.
"Hey Malfoy! You should try out for one of the lost boys!" Harry retorted back. Malfoy stared at him, confused, and fell silent, walking away.
Harry grinned.
"There aren't many times when I like being part of the muggle world, but this is one of them!"
Everyone laughed.
That night, when Ginny was getting ready to sleep, she couldn't stop thinking about the way Malfoy looked at Harry. There was malice, and hatred, but she was sure she saw something else. Something other than his usual demeanor..
* * * *
When Ginny woke up the next morning, she got dressed slower than usual. Her mind was preoccupied with the idea of trying out for the play. I don't know if I should. After all. I don't even know what Peter Pan is! . But maybe if I do, Harry could notice me. but I'm over him. This went on for a while.
Ginny was so preoccupied with her thoughts, that she didn't notice the person in her path. They crashed into each other. BANG! Stars were whirling around Ginny's head.
"Watch where you're going Weasel." A nasty drawling voice said.
Ginny's head cleared long enough for her to realize that she'd crashed into Malfoy.
"Sorry" she mumbled.
"You'd better be." He said, and walked off, leaving her to pick herself off the ground.
Ginny sighed. There was no use getting mad about it. That was the way Malfoy was. She wasn't about to forget the rude way he'd treated her when they first met in Flourish and Blotts oh so many years ago. But last night was the first time she'd seen a glimpse of someone else. Someone hidden within the rock hard personality.
"Hey Ginny! You alright?"
Ginny turned to see the trio standing in front of her it was Hermione who had spoken. Have I shrunk, or are they just really tall? She thought, and then it hit her. She was still sprawled on the ground.
"Yeah I'm fine." She said
"Here. Want a hand?" Harry asked. He extended his hand to her.
For once, Ginny's pulse didn't flutter.
"Sure." She said.
She took his hand, and stood up. She noticed that she didn't feel the slightest quiver in her stomach. She just felt.. Normal. Maybe I really am over him.
"Let's go to breakfast." Hermione said.
They walked down the hallway, and Ginny tried to forget the odd, bizarre incident.
* * * *
Ginny stood outside the great hall. I don't know if I can do this.. She'd thought she'd made up her mind, but she was so unsure now. She glanced at her watch. It was 3:15. Auditions were starting soon.
You can do it! Go for it girl! Ginny took a steadying breath.
"Here goes." She mumbled.
She opened the doors, and walked nervously inside. It felt like she was a first year again, seeing the great hall for the first time, and in a way, she was. All of the tables had been set against the wall, and a big open space stood where the tables once were. Numerous kids were milling around. Ginny thought she'd spotted Neville Longbottom.
There are so many people. Ginny's breathing became labored, as she began losing her nerve. I'm so going to choke! She turned around, and walked slowly towards the doors, praying her legs wouldn't buckle.
"Chickening out weasel?"
Ginny gasped more out of fear than surprise. Malfoy stood in front of her. I didn't know Malfoy was so tall. Ginny felt the walls closing in on her.
"N-n-no. I-I'm n-not." She stammered. She was shaking all over.
Malfoy laughed in her face.
"Right. Sure you're not." He said sarcastically. "And you're stammering, and stuttering for no apparent reason."
He laughed again, and Ginny wondered why he was so cruel to her, when she'd done nothing to him. Anger began to seep into her, replacing the fear.
"You don't know anything about me, so shut up Malfoy." She glared at him.
There was surprise in his eyes for a brief moment. Then it passed, and his eyes became hard and cold again.
"I know more than you think Weasel." He said.
Curiosity begged Ginny, and she took the bait.
"Like what?" she asked.
He stepped closer to her, and she felt the walls closing in even more, threatening to squash her between them, like sandwich bread.
"It's disgusting, the way you pine over that stupid Potter."
People had stopped their conversations, and were staring at Malfoy and Ginny. Neither were aware of their surroundings.
"Like I said Malfoy." Ginny's voice sounded angrier than anyone had ever heard. "You don't know anything about me, so mind your own business."
Everyone around stared at each other, not knowing what was going to happen next.
"Well the little weasel has a backbone after all!" Malfoy laughed. "And here I thought you were a spineless little chicken who was too scared to say a few lines in front of a few measly people."
"Who said I wasn't going to try out?"
Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"N-n-no I'm not c-chickening o-o-out." Malfoy imitated her earlier behavior.
Ginny was seeing red, and when Virginia Weasley sees red, god help the poor person who receives her wrath. Without a word, she marched up to the front of the room, and waited patiently. Soon, Professor McGonagall came in, with a pile of scripts.
"Welcome to the auditions." She said loudly. Everyone turned to look at her.
"If you're interested in auditioning, please come stand behind Miss Weasley here, and take a number. When you are called, you will come forth, and read the lines from the script. The cast list will be posted on Friday. Any questions?"
No one answered.
"Good. Then on with the show!"
Since Ginny was first in line, she got the first number. She sat back down, and watched everyone receive his or her numbers. Malfoy sneered at her, on his way back to where he was standing. This just made Ginny all the more determined.
Soon, everyone had a number. Ginny was growing increasingly nervous, but knew that if she were to back out now, she'd never hear the end of it from Malfoy.
"Alright then. first up is Ginny Weasley."
Almost instantly, all eyes were on her. Ginny felt the walls closing in on her again, crushing, grinding, collapsing the little air she had left in her lungs-
"Something wrong Ginny? You look so pale." Professor McGonagall's voice was kind.
Malfoy laughed.
"What'd I tell you? Weasel is too chicken to do it!" he started imitating a chicken, which made several people laugh. Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She closed her eyes, as if shielding off everyone. This, of course, made everyone laugh harder.
"Aww! Little weasel is too chicken to do it. She's such a baby. She needs a little baby blanket-"
"Malfoy!"
Everyone stopped talking at the magnitude of the voice. Thinking it was McGonagall, everyone looked at her. She looked just as perplexed as everyone else.
"I'm not a weasel, or a chicken, or a baby! I'M GINNY WEASLEY, AND I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU, OR ANYONE! So if you think I'm going to chicken out, you can forget it!"
Ginny was so wrapped up in her angry rant that she didn't notice the clapping until everyone had joined in.
'Well done Miss Weasley!" McGonagall said.
"What'd I do?" Ginny was confused.
"I must say that I didn't know that you had it in you. That was some fine acting!"
"But." Ginny tried to tell her that she wasn't acting, that in fact, it was genuine.
"Let's see some more then!"
McGonagall turned around.
Malfoy stood near the front of the room now, a smirk on his face.
"Well. if Ginny wants to read from the script, then it's her choice, but I think that sudden burst was really quite original."
"Please. let me read from the script."
For once in her life, Ginny was actually grateful that Malfoy was there.
* * * *
The auditions went on. Malfoy did really well, and received many looks of approval. Others didn't do so well. Neville Longbottom, for instance, couldn't get past the first line. Ginny hoped that he would still get a part. Neville was a nice boy.
Now McGonagall stood in front of the room once more.
"Thank you all for coming. I hope that you had fun. I know I did!"
Everyone left, talking all at once. Ginny managed to slip past everyone. Relief that it was over, sagged through her. Her body felt drained of energy.
"Well Weasel. I guess I was wrong. but don't let it get to your head. I'm still better than you."
"Malfoy? Shut up."
She walked away, leaving Malfoy standing there, speechless.
* * * *
The next few days seems to crawl by. Ginny was dying to know if she got a part. She tried to avoid Malfoy like the plague, but there were times when she couldn't. Like at lunch. That was when the undeclared war raged between the two of them. Insults flew between them constantly.
"They shouldn't call you Weasel. They should call you rat. A dead, scrawny rat." Malfoy said one day in passing.
"And they should call you Mr. Fathead" Ginny had retorted,
Still, insults in all, Ginny found something almost. intriguing about Malfoy. She knew that something must've happened in his past, to make him act the way he did.
Sometimes, she almost went as far as wishing things were. different between the two of them, but she knew that was impossible Because of their differences, they could never be friends. At least, that's what Ginny thought.
After many long days, spent awaiting the news, Friday finally, FINALLY came to pass. Ginny got up, and literally sprang out of bed.
Today's the day. I hope I get a part.
Ginny got dressed in record time, and rushed downstairs to the great hall. As luck would have it, the cast list was posted on the door, and there was a crowd of kids near it. Ginny pushed her way through the throng, and bumped into someone.
"Sorry." she started to say, and realized it was Malfoy.
"Oh the great one is apologizing to me!" he said in falsetto. "I should be honored!"
"Shut up Mafloy."
"Oh? No good insults for me today? Lost your touch have we weasel?"
Ignoring him, Ginny pushed her way up front, and began reading down the list of names.
'Oh my gosh!" she cried out loud.
"I don't believe it!"
A/N: I'm ending it here, because I'm cruel. ^_^. No really, I want to make you wait. It's my first attempt at a story with Draco in it. I hope he isn't too OOC. if any of you have suggestions to make Draco seem more realistic, I'm happy to receive them. So please REVIEW!! I leave you now to contend with my starburst. Luv ya lotz! Bandana Gurl. AKA BG ^_^