Title: My China Doll 1/2
Author: Calie
Rating: G
Summary: This is a two part story. The first takes place when Ginny is seven and Draco is eight. Draco's finds himself unable to keep his eyes off of her. The second part takes place Draco's last year of Hogwart's, Draco finally remembers who she is.
Notes: I got the idea for this story today when I was in line at the store and I saw this little blond head boy with really blue eyes, the rest of it created itself. I know it the idea has been done before, but I at least thing I've done it slightly differently. I hope you like it and if you do give me feedback. I have a bunch of Draco/Ginny stories written but I just don't have the urge to post them, maybe if I can get some good reviews I'll do it. The next part will be in the works as soon as this is posted.
At the point that she entered the young boy wasn't really sure what it was about her that drew his attention. Being only eight he hadn't been familiar with the feelings that one would get for the oppisite sex. Although, from what he had learned through the short years of his life, he was pretty sure he didn't want those feelings. Besides that though, girls were just plain old useless in his eyes. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why older boys liked them. Sure they were decent witches, but besides that he just didn't see the use. It was that reasoning that left him slightly baffeled, becuase he had not idea why he was staring at her.
Originally it had been because of the contrast of the colors he had seen from the corner of his eye as a few people entered the store. All he had seen was green and red. The colors were so vibrant against the somewhat dreary ones of the other customers he unconsciously found himself drawn to the little girl. Her dark red hair hung strait down her back and seemed to have been curled at the ends for some festive occasion. Her dress was simple and hung to her knees, but it was the satiny green color of it that startled him. He had always prefered green to any other color, but he hadn't appreciated how marvelous it was till he saw it on her. Even her shoes where the same shade of green. His eyes moved to her face then and he finally noticed how dark her own eyes were, and how pale her skin was in conrast to everything else. Finally he knew what it was drew that drew his attention, it was her overall appearance. She was rather striking and perfect to him. In a way she reminded him of those china dolls his mother collected. In fact the little girl looked more perfect then those pieces of glass could ever be.
A ruff sounding voice drew his attnetion away from the little girl and he noticed a taller boy standing behind her. In fact there were three taller boys standing with her, all of which had red hair. Two of them looked much older, most likely teenagers, the other looked almost the same age as the girl and suddenly he couldn't help the twitch of his lip that had been occuring lately whenever he became disgusted or angry. It would be almost another year though before he would realize it was the beginning of a perfect sneer.
She moved away from them though, and once again his picture wasn't ruined by the other boys. With a quick glance behind him he made sure his mother was still engrossed with her shopping and the saleswoman. Knowing her attention was entirely on her purchases he felt safe enough to move away from her and towards the small girl who was walking by herself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
They would be forever looking around, and Quidditch wasn't exactly something she enjoyed, so once sure their attention was entirely on the sport she quickly made her escape to some other part of the store. She hadn't been in the store before, even though she continuously begged her to go in. Her mum said it was entirely over priced though and their was no reason for them to even consider it. But it had always looked so pretty from the window, and since her mother had some things to attend to she had asked her Mum pleadily to allow her to look through the store. Of course she had complied and after instructing her two elder brothers to go along and supervise her, and her youngest brother throwing a tantrum that he wanted to go also, the four of them were on their way. A large set of cases drew her attention and she stopped in front of them and stared wide eyed and the different aray of dolls that sat upon it.
"Are you buying one?"
The voice startled her and she turned quickly to find herself staring up at a boy. He seemed about her age, except for the difference of height, but even her youngest brother was taller then her and he was only a year older. This boy though kind of scared her with his almost white hair and blue eyes that reminded her slightly of the ocean that her family had vacationed to last year. His clothes were very nice she noticed, even though she usually had little care for such things. Even so she was glad she was wearing her new dress. Her brother said the color was ugly but she insisted to her mother she would have no other for her birthday. The boy was still waiting she noticed and nervously she realized that he wanted an answer. "No, I was just looking."
Her voice was small and shy and a flicker of guilt passed through him when he realized he had surprised her. Quickly he tried to rectify the matter by setting her fears to rest. "My mum has some, probably as many as on this shelf, she collects them. I don't know why though."
The boy had looked away from her then and to the dolls, which relieved her slightly. Having his sharp eyes on her made her slightly uncomfortable. She also turned her attention back to the dolls. "Maybe she finds them pretty."
With a glance he looked to his mother who was fingering some shiny material then looked back to the dolls. It was probably true, his mother did love pretty things, she surrounded herself with them. "Do you think their pretty?"
"Yea." She nodded slowly and surveyed the dolls. Some were boys, some were girls, some babies, and some pretty ladies with fluffy dresses. Regardless of what they were though she found them all lovely. Even though she knew they weren't the types of dolls she could play with, it would still be nice to have as many as the boys mother did.
"Why don't you buy one then?" He turned away from the dolls and watched her, even close up she was still pretty, prettier then the dolls on the shelves.
"I-." She stopped before she said her Mum wouldn't be able to spare the money for one. "I don't have any money. I'm with my brother and my Mum is in another shop. She's already bought all my birthday presents."
"When is your birthday?" She turned to him finally and to his relief seemed more relaxed then she had moments before.
"Today, I'm seven." She smiled proudly and grabbed the hem of her skirt to hold it out. "That's why I got to wear my new dress. Normally Mum wouldn't let me because she says I get into as much of a mess as my brothers, but I told her I wanted to have a pretty green satin dress for my birthday. Do you like it?"
He studied her face for a moment then looked to her dress again then nodded once he looked back at her brown eyes. "I do, green is my favorite color."
"Really? Mine to. My brothers say that's not good. Only Slyth-." She stopped herself and frowned as she tried to recall the name for the house her brothers talked bad about. She smiled shyly when she remembered and continued speaking. "They said only Slytherine's like green."
For the first time he was slightly affronted by her comment, but the emotion passed when he remembered it was her brothers who were of that opinion, not her. "My father is sending me to Hogwart's and I'm going to be in Slytherin. Our whole family has been in Slytherin."
"Really?" Her eyes widend in slight shock in respect. She wasn't sure what Slytherin's really were but from what she heard from her elder brothers she thought she might be scared of him. What was it about this boy that would place him in Slytherin she wondered. He seemed nice enough and even had said he liked her dress, which was more then her brothers had said. "I'm going to be a Gryffindor, I know it. My brother's are and my parent's were."
His lip twitched again but he controlled the feelings and kept his face neutral. From the questions he had asked his father about Hogwart's and the answer's he received he had come to believe Gryffindor's to be the worse house. They were sickingly good hearted and foolishly brave was his father's opinion, and not to be trusted. This girl though seemed to be of the very nice sort and when he actually began to think of it he could imagine her as nothing else except a Gryffindor.
"Maybe we'll see each other there." She smiled excitedly at the thought of having a friend. "How old are you?"
"Eight." It happened again, the blur of colors that had caught his attention and he turned his head to look but she spoke again.
"Really? Then we probably will see each other there. What's your-?"
"Hey munchkin, lets go!"
She turned at the sound of one of her elder brothers and released a reluctant sigh. Hurriedly she turned back to the boy but he wasn't looking at her, instead he was looking to the dolls again. A doll in a green dress, the same color as her caught her attention and she stepped forward to look at it closer. "I think that one's my favorite."
It was the same one he had been looking at. After nodding he turned his face to her own and found himself closer to her then before, and finally noticed the color of her eyes. They were brown, the darkest brown he had ever seen, and it made him almost uncomfortable to look into them. "Me too."
"Stop talking to your boyfriend and lets go!"
She turned from the boy and looked to her younger brother. "Shut up or I'm going to tell Mum you were flying!" His face turned red at the comment, as usual when he became angry, but he remained silent. She turned back to the boy and smiled. "Maybe I'll see you at Hogwart's"
"Yea, maybe." He couldn't keep the reluctance out of his voice though, even at the promise. He wouldn't start Hogwart's for four more years.
"Bye." With a smile she hurried after her brothers.
He watched her go with a frown. When she reached the door he couldn't help the dark feeling that had overcome him. She suddenly stopped though and turned to him, her eyes meeting his one last time. With a smile and a wave she left the store. His mood lifted slightly and he couldn't help another twitch of his lips. He rarely smiled, but smirking was slowly becoming his nature. The young boy turned back to the shelf of dolls and he looked at the one in the green dress with red curly hair. Oh it wasn't an exact replica, but it would do. With gentle hands he took the doll from the case and treated it with more care then he had anything in his life. His mother had given him some money to spend to keep him busy, it was up to him what he bought with it.
Author: Calie
Rating: G
Summary: This is a two part story. The first takes place when Ginny is seven and Draco is eight. Draco's finds himself unable to keep his eyes off of her. The second part takes place Draco's last year of Hogwart's, Draco finally remembers who she is.
Notes: I got the idea for this story today when I was in line at the store and I saw this little blond head boy with really blue eyes, the rest of it created itself. I know it the idea has been done before, but I at least thing I've done it slightly differently. I hope you like it and if you do give me feedback. I have a bunch of Draco/Ginny stories written but I just don't have the urge to post them, maybe if I can get some good reviews I'll do it. The next part will be in the works as soon as this is posted.
At the point that she entered the young boy wasn't really sure what it was about her that drew his attention. Being only eight he hadn't been familiar with the feelings that one would get for the oppisite sex. Although, from what he had learned through the short years of his life, he was pretty sure he didn't want those feelings. Besides that though, girls were just plain old useless in his eyes. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why older boys liked them. Sure they were decent witches, but besides that he just didn't see the use. It was that reasoning that left him slightly baffeled, becuase he had not idea why he was staring at her.
Originally it had been because of the contrast of the colors he had seen from the corner of his eye as a few people entered the store. All he had seen was green and red. The colors were so vibrant against the somewhat dreary ones of the other customers he unconsciously found himself drawn to the little girl. Her dark red hair hung strait down her back and seemed to have been curled at the ends for some festive occasion. Her dress was simple and hung to her knees, but it was the satiny green color of it that startled him. He had always prefered green to any other color, but he hadn't appreciated how marvelous it was till he saw it on her. Even her shoes where the same shade of green. His eyes moved to her face then and he finally noticed how dark her own eyes were, and how pale her skin was in conrast to everything else. Finally he knew what it was drew that drew his attention, it was her overall appearance. She was rather striking and perfect to him. In a way she reminded him of those china dolls his mother collected. In fact the little girl looked more perfect then those pieces of glass could ever be.
A ruff sounding voice drew his attnetion away from the little girl and he noticed a taller boy standing behind her. In fact there were three taller boys standing with her, all of which had red hair. Two of them looked much older, most likely teenagers, the other looked almost the same age as the girl and suddenly he couldn't help the twitch of his lip that had been occuring lately whenever he became disgusted or angry. It would be almost another year though before he would realize it was the beginning of a perfect sneer.
She moved away from them though, and once again his picture wasn't ruined by the other boys. With a quick glance behind him he made sure his mother was still engrossed with her shopping and the saleswoman. Knowing her attention was entirely on her purchases he felt safe enough to move away from her and towards the small girl who was walking by herself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
They would be forever looking around, and Quidditch wasn't exactly something she enjoyed, so once sure their attention was entirely on the sport she quickly made her escape to some other part of the store. She hadn't been in the store before, even though she continuously begged her to go in. Her mum said it was entirely over priced though and their was no reason for them to even consider it. But it had always looked so pretty from the window, and since her mother had some things to attend to she had asked her Mum pleadily to allow her to look through the store. Of course she had complied and after instructing her two elder brothers to go along and supervise her, and her youngest brother throwing a tantrum that he wanted to go also, the four of them were on their way. A large set of cases drew her attention and she stopped in front of them and stared wide eyed and the different aray of dolls that sat upon it.
"Are you buying one?"
The voice startled her and she turned quickly to find herself staring up at a boy. He seemed about her age, except for the difference of height, but even her youngest brother was taller then her and he was only a year older. This boy though kind of scared her with his almost white hair and blue eyes that reminded her slightly of the ocean that her family had vacationed to last year. His clothes were very nice she noticed, even though she usually had little care for such things. Even so she was glad she was wearing her new dress. Her brother said the color was ugly but she insisted to her mother she would have no other for her birthday. The boy was still waiting she noticed and nervously she realized that he wanted an answer. "No, I was just looking."
Her voice was small and shy and a flicker of guilt passed through him when he realized he had surprised her. Quickly he tried to rectify the matter by setting her fears to rest. "My mum has some, probably as many as on this shelf, she collects them. I don't know why though."
The boy had looked away from her then and to the dolls, which relieved her slightly. Having his sharp eyes on her made her slightly uncomfortable. She also turned her attention back to the dolls. "Maybe she finds them pretty."
With a glance he looked to his mother who was fingering some shiny material then looked back to the dolls. It was probably true, his mother did love pretty things, she surrounded herself with them. "Do you think their pretty?"
"Yea." She nodded slowly and surveyed the dolls. Some were boys, some were girls, some babies, and some pretty ladies with fluffy dresses. Regardless of what they were though she found them all lovely. Even though she knew they weren't the types of dolls she could play with, it would still be nice to have as many as the boys mother did.
"Why don't you buy one then?" He turned away from the dolls and watched her, even close up she was still pretty, prettier then the dolls on the shelves.
"I-." She stopped before she said her Mum wouldn't be able to spare the money for one. "I don't have any money. I'm with my brother and my Mum is in another shop. She's already bought all my birthday presents."
"When is your birthday?" She turned to him finally and to his relief seemed more relaxed then she had moments before.
"Today, I'm seven." She smiled proudly and grabbed the hem of her skirt to hold it out. "That's why I got to wear my new dress. Normally Mum wouldn't let me because she says I get into as much of a mess as my brothers, but I told her I wanted to have a pretty green satin dress for my birthday. Do you like it?"
He studied her face for a moment then looked to her dress again then nodded once he looked back at her brown eyes. "I do, green is my favorite color."
"Really? Mine to. My brothers say that's not good. Only Slyth-." She stopped herself and frowned as she tried to recall the name for the house her brothers talked bad about. She smiled shyly when she remembered and continued speaking. "They said only Slytherine's like green."
For the first time he was slightly affronted by her comment, but the emotion passed when he remembered it was her brothers who were of that opinion, not her. "My father is sending me to Hogwart's and I'm going to be in Slytherin. Our whole family has been in Slytherin."
"Really?" Her eyes widend in slight shock in respect. She wasn't sure what Slytherin's really were but from what she heard from her elder brothers she thought she might be scared of him. What was it about this boy that would place him in Slytherin she wondered. He seemed nice enough and even had said he liked her dress, which was more then her brothers had said. "I'm going to be a Gryffindor, I know it. My brother's are and my parent's were."
His lip twitched again but he controlled the feelings and kept his face neutral. From the questions he had asked his father about Hogwart's and the answer's he received he had come to believe Gryffindor's to be the worse house. They were sickingly good hearted and foolishly brave was his father's opinion, and not to be trusted. This girl though seemed to be of the very nice sort and when he actually began to think of it he could imagine her as nothing else except a Gryffindor.
"Maybe we'll see each other there." She smiled excitedly at the thought of having a friend. "How old are you?"
"Eight." It happened again, the blur of colors that had caught his attention and he turned his head to look but she spoke again.
"Really? Then we probably will see each other there. What's your-?"
"Hey munchkin, lets go!"
She turned at the sound of one of her elder brothers and released a reluctant sigh. Hurriedly she turned back to the boy but he wasn't looking at her, instead he was looking to the dolls again. A doll in a green dress, the same color as her caught her attention and she stepped forward to look at it closer. "I think that one's my favorite."
It was the same one he had been looking at. After nodding he turned his face to her own and found himself closer to her then before, and finally noticed the color of her eyes. They were brown, the darkest brown he had ever seen, and it made him almost uncomfortable to look into them. "Me too."
"Stop talking to your boyfriend and lets go!"
She turned from the boy and looked to her younger brother. "Shut up or I'm going to tell Mum you were flying!" His face turned red at the comment, as usual when he became angry, but he remained silent. She turned back to the boy and smiled. "Maybe I'll see you at Hogwart's"
"Yea, maybe." He couldn't keep the reluctance out of his voice though, even at the promise. He wouldn't start Hogwart's for four more years.
"Bye." With a smile she hurried after her brothers.
He watched her go with a frown. When she reached the door he couldn't help the dark feeling that had overcome him. She suddenly stopped though and turned to him, her eyes meeting his one last time. With a smile and a wave she left the store. His mood lifted slightly and he couldn't help another twitch of his lips. He rarely smiled, but smirking was slowly becoming his nature. The young boy turned back to the shelf of dolls and he looked at the one in the green dress with red curly hair. Oh it wasn't an exact replica, but it would do. With gentle hands he took the doll from the case and treated it with more care then he had anything in his life. His mother had given him some money to spend to keep him busy, it was up to him what he bought with it.