If Only
Rating: PG-13 (For language.)
Ship: Draco/Ginny
Spoilers: OotP I guess.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling. Some stuff belongs to Warner Brothers, but who really cares about them anyway?
AN: My computer in my room is broken! So I'll be writing more by hand (:cries:) and then type it out in the living room. I'll try to get each chapter of all my stories out ASAP, but since my dad is lazy and won't get his fat ass off the computer, you may only get ONE chapter of ONE story a week.If even that much. But that shouldn't stop you from reviewing!
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Chapter One
*Every single time I see you I start to feel this way//Makes me wonder if I'm ever gonna feel this way again//There's a picture that's hanging in the back of my head//See it over and over*
"Whatcha lookin' at Drakey?" Pansy Parkinson asked Draco Malfoy at dinner in the Great Hall on Thursday evening.
Draco tore his gaze away from the sea of red he'd been staring at and turned to look at Pansy, the usual sneer on his face. "Nothing." He claimed, not knowing anything to say to back him up.
Blaise Zabini leaned over so that he was cheek to cheek with Pansy. "He was probably just imagining how good it would feel to fuck you," He told her, "Maybe the two of you should try it out later."
Pansy erupted into a fit of giggles, and a slight blush rose on her cheeks. Draco glared at Blaise, angry at him for putting that idea in Pansy's head. He tried to think of a million comebacks, but all that he managed to spit out was a, "Fuck you, Zabini."
"Sorry to burst you bubble, Malfoy, but I don't swing that way," Blaise informed him, "You'd be much better off with Pansy here."
Draco's look curled in disgust and he turned back to his dinner. He knew better than to provoke Blaise. He could easily beat Draco into a bloody pulp, and in a duel he could hex him in a heartbeat. It's a death wish for anyone to provoke Blaise Zabini.
Though he tried his hardest not to, Draco's eyes averted their gaze back to the Gryffindor table, right on Ginny Weasley. Her back was to him, so all he could do was watch her hair. It was beautiful auburn hair, looking like fire the way it shone in the light of the Great Hall.
Many times Draco had imagined running his fingers through her hair as he'd hold her in his arms. He'd imagined doing many things with Ginny. She was all he could think about sometimes.
"Do you want to go now, Draco?" Pansy asked him flirtatiously, breaking his thoughts from Ginny for the second time that night.
"No." Draco drawled out, stealing one final glimpse of Ginny who was now getting up to leave, "You go ahead, Pansy. I'm going to stay here."
"Then I'll stay, too," Pansy said, "That way we can go back together."
"Wonderful." Draco muttered, watching as Ginny left the Great Hall.
'You'll be over her by tomorrow,' He assured himself, 'then everything can go back to normal.'
AN: This is a fic I wrote a while ago, that I've just decided to post. Forgive me if it's not very good. It was a pathetic attempt. :) So.I have every chapter to this one, but I'm going to make you wait. Okay.
Rating: PG-13 (For language.)
Ship: Draco/Ginny
Spoilers: OotP I guess.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling. Some stuff belongs to Warner Brothers, but who really cares about them anyway?
AN: My computer in my room is broken! So I'll be writing more by hand (:cries:) and then type it out in the living room. I'll try to get each chapter of all my stories out ASAP, but since my dad is lazy and won't get his fat ass off the computer, you may only get ONE chapter of ONE story a week.If even that much. But that shouldn't stop you from reviewing!
***
Chapter One
*Every single time I see you I start to feel this way//Makes me wonder if I'm ever gonna feel this way again//There's a picture that's hanging in the back of my head//See it over and over*
"Whatcha lookin' at Drakey?" Pansy Parkinson asked Draco Malfoy at dinner in the Great Hall on Thursday evening.
Draco tore his gaze away from the sea of red he'd been staring at and turned to look at Pansy, the usual sneer on his face. "Nothing." He claimed, not knowing anything to say to back him up.
Blaise Zabini leaned over so that he was cheek to cheek with Pansy. "He was probably just imagining how good it would feel to fuck you," He told her, "Maybe the two of you should try it out later."
Pansy erupted into a fit of giggles, and a slight blush rose on her cheeks. Draco glared at Blaise, angry at him for putting that idea in Pansy's head. He tried to think of a million comebacks, but all that he managed to spit out was a, "Fuck you, Zabini."
"Sorry to burst you bubble, Malfoy, but I don't swing that way," Blaise informed him, "You'd be much better off with Pansy here."
Draco's look curled in disgust and he turned back to his dinner. He knew better than to provoke Blaise. He could easily beat Draco into a bloody pulp, and in a duel he could hex him in a heartbeat. It's a death wish for anyone to provoke Blaise Zabini.
Though he tried his hardest not to, Draco's eyes averted their gaze back to the Gryffindor table, right on Ginny Weasley. Her back was to him, so all he could do was watch her hair. It was beautiful auburn hair, looking like fire the way it shone in the light of the Great Hall.
Many times Draco had imagined running his fingers through her hair as he'd hold her in his arms. He'd imagined doing many things with Ginny. She was all he could think about sometimes.
"Do you want to go now, Draco?" Pansy asked him flirtatiously, breaking his thoughts from Ginny for the second time that night.
"No." Draco drawled out, stealing one final glimpse of Ginny who was now getting up to leave, "You go ahead, Pansy. I'm going to stay here."
"Then I'll stay, too," Pansy said, "That way we can go back together."
"Wonderful." Draco muttered, watching as Ginny left the Great Hall.
'You'll be over her by tomorrow,' He assured himself, 'then everything can go back to normal.'
AN: This is a fic I wrote a while ago, that I've just decided to post. Forgive me if it's not very good. It was a pathetic attempt. :) So.I have every chapter to this one, but I'm going to make you wait. Okay.