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Chapter 1: Pride
He walked down the corridor, grinning at the way people were staring at him. Boys sharing an expression of obvious envy, girls, well. He knew every girl in the school wanted him now. And could he blame them? He raised a hand, paler skin than he would have liked but that could just be the black shirt, and flicked his floppy hair out of his eyes. He saw a girl to his right inhale quickly, biting her lip. He turned. Ginny Weasley. She looked stunning as usual, but she didn't seem to notice. Nor did anyone else. He had to keep reminding himself who he was and what he looked like. Why have her when he could have anyone else? You did this for her you idiot, he thought, you don't want anybody else. He was perfect. He knew it. All these people knew it. They either wanted to be with him or wanted to be like him. This was the way it should be. No one had ever seen him like this before. He had always hidden his slim, toned body beneath baggy robes, not caring what people saw (or didn't see). But after he had watched Ginny dance with Colin Creevey at the ball, her utter beauty wasted on someone as bumbling and undeserving as him, he had made a decision to change. He had to change. The fitted, but not too tight, black shirt and leather trousers felt strange, alien, but gave him the instant self-confidence he knew he reeked of but had never actually possessed. She had to be his. And now she would be. How could she resist him?
At the same time, he knew it would never work. Ron would always be there, overprotective brother, Ginny's protector. He would never back down and would always be there to see Ginny wasn't hurt. And he knew that Ron would never approve of him and Ginny. But he would cross that bridge when he came to it. He thought about speaking to Ginny, a quick hi would do it, but he didn't trust his voice to stay steady and calm. He breathed in slowly, turned his head, and gave her a tiny wink, subtle as the touch of a cobweb. Ginny blinked a couple of times, mouth open just a tad, and smiled her gorgeous smile. It was nervous and shy, almost as subtle as the wink, but he knew he had made an impact. And as he turned away and continued his walk down the corridor, he heard Ginny let out her breath and whisper, maybe to herself, maybe to her friend, "Pinch me, I must be dreaming." Draco Malfoy smiled. Beat this, Harry Potter.
Chapter 1: Pride
He walked down the corridor, grinning at the way people were staring at him. Boys sharing an expression of obvious envy, girls, well. He knew every girl in the school wanted him now. And could he blame them? He raised a hand, paler skin than he would have liked but that could just be the black shirt, and flicked his floppy hair out of his eyes. He saw a girl to his right inhale quickly, biting her lip. He turned. Ginny Weasley. She looked stunning as usual, but she didn't seem to notice. Nor did anyone else. He had to keep reminding himself who he was and what he looked like. Why have her when he could have anyone else? You did this for her you idiot, he thought, you don't want anybody else. He was perfect. He knew it. All these people knew it. They either wanted to be with him or wanted to be like him. This was the way it should be. No one had ever seen him like this before. He had always hidden his slim, toned body beneath baggy robes, not caring what people saw (or didn't see). But after he had watched Ginny dance with Colin Creevey at the ball, her utter beauty wasted on someone as bumbling and undeserving as him, he had made a decision to change. He had to change. The fitted, but not too tight, black shirt and leather trousers felt strange, alien, but gave him the instant self-confidence he knew he reeked of but had never actually possessed. She had to be his. And now she would be. How could she resist him?
At the same time, he knew it would never work. Ron would always be there, overprotective brother, Ginny's protector. He would never back down and would always be there to see Ginny wasn't hurt. And he knew that Ron would never approve of him and Ginny. But he would cross that bridge when he came to it. He thought about speaking to Ginny, a quick hi would do it, but he didn't trust his voice to stay steady and calm. He breathed in slowly, turned his head, and gave her a tiny wink, subtle as the touch of a cobweb. Ginny blinked a couple of times, mouth open just a tad, and smiled her gorgeous smile. It was nervous and shy, almost as subtle as the wink, but he knew he had made an impact. And as he turned away and continued his walk down the corridor, he heard Ginny let out her breath and whisper, maybe to herself, maybe to her friend, "Pinch me, I must be dreaming." Draco Malfoy smiled. Beat this, Harry Potter.