BREAK MY DESTINY NO TEARS & LIE
This summer... This dream...
Taking them in the skin
In this city...
MAKE MY HISTORY GET CHANCE & TRUTH
No fear of pain
For I want to say my answer to you
With a smile...!
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What was it about red that just drew one's eye? You could be the most focused being in existence, staring at your favorite thing in the universe, but as soon as the redhead in the scarlet robes flew by, you were staring at them instead. This law of nature was serving to irritate a certain Malfoy boy beyond belief, as he was trying NOT to stare at the so-called "Weasel King" as he jeered at Granger and Longbottom being rather cuddly a couple of rows down.
Being rather busy trying not to stare, Draco didn't notice Potter being a glory-hog again and catching the Snitch just after a brilliant save on Weasley's part. And of course, this left him befuddled as to the sudden crash of roars and whoops from the Gryffindor supporters. Weasley's expression of faintly murderous support and slight disappointment confused him then, and again three seconds later when he realized Gryffindor won.
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'Weasley objects to Potter's limelight hoarding ways? One would never guess. As the best friend of the so-called "Chosen One" he gets a good share of the spotlight as well. Perhaps... he wants attention for his accomplishments... Not that he has many.'
These were Draco's smirk-causing thoughts as he lounged in the Slytherin common room, sipping a butterbeer, some time later. Crabbe and Goyle had been dismissed for the time being, told to hold Pansy off, as he REALLY didn't feel like dealing with her at the moment. Annoying wench. But back to the point, Draco was contemplating Ron's earlier expression. It was no secret to his little group of friends (read: groupies) that the pale silvery-haired boy rather admired the youngest Weasley son in a certain way. He had no brains, but who could ever say that he wasn't a lovely piece of wizard flesh? It was also no secret he was bi, but the rest of the school , or even the House for that matter, didn't need to know these wonderful little tidbits.
'Perhaps,' Draco thought as he sipped at his butterbeer again, 'I can use this to my...advantage.'
With a slightly softer smirk and a long, lazy draw from the bottle in his hand, the Malfoy heir pondered over all he'd like to do once the Weasley son was his, and how he'd tell him he cared with a true smile.
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Ok then, I'm debating. I've got a mind to turn this into a longer work that delves into Draco's experiences in his pursuit of Ron, but I won't do it if there aren't people who want it. So feel free to drop me a line through email, review, or whatever and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter beyond having all the book sso far and the in-haitus Hedwig plush.
Song: Beat of Destiny (I think...) -- TWO-MIX