Title: The Wishing Stone
Pairing: D/G
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters.
~~~~ The Wish ~~~~
Draco Malfoy wasn't usually the type to become jealous. No, Draco Malfoy was
handsome, mysterious, and respected, what would he need to be jealous of? He
knew the answer to that, and so did every other students at Hogwarts:
Witchcraft and Wizardry. There was only one person who could make Draco crazy
with jealousy. So crazy that he would go out of his way to bring that person
down, to pick at every tiny flaw till he was no longer the person he was,
resulting in a few harsh words, or a punch eagerly thrown. Harry Potter. The
stupid git who was only famous because of a nasty little scar that ran down his
forehead. Draco didn't want the scar, no, he wanted what came with it. The
fame, the loving protection of those around him, and the awe looks he received
from those who had met him for the first time. No, Harry Potter himself was not
one to be adored, but the boy who lived was.
The blond sneered at the said boy from across the room. There he was, sitting
among his close and dear friends, laughing and talking like he hadn't another
care in the world. Across from him sat his little fan club, Virginia Weasley
and Colin Creevy. Those two were the most pathetic Draco had ever laid eyes on.
Always falling at Harry's feet, waiting for any chance to please the oh-so famous
one. Draco narrowed his eyes in anger. Sometimes... sometimes he just wished he
could have all that. For even one day if possible. Wait a second...
As an idea began to form itself, he removed himself from the table with an
apologetic nod to Pansy, and a wave of his hand to Crabbe and Goyle. Quickly,
he strode toward the Great Hall's huge doors, not even bothering to glance at
the Grryfindor table, where he knew most would be staring at him in disgust. He
pushed the doors open, and took long, firm steps to where the Slytherin house
was. Coming across a painting with an old, balding man, he stopped. "Anima del
serpente" he whispered, causing the painting to swing open with an loud swoosh.
He nearly ran with happiness up the stairs to the boy's dorms, and found his
way to his bed. He kneeled, reaching for something under the bunks, and pulled
out a small gray box. Dust that had been covering the box, was removed with a
quick blow of Draco's breath. He gingerly opened it, his steel eyes running
over its contents. When they settled on a blue, diamond shaped charm, he
smirked. After pulling it out, he placed the box back under his bed and sat
down. "I can't believe I hadn't thought of it earlier!"
"What does it do?" the young Malfoy asked his mother, looking down at the
weird shaped stone.
Narcissia Malfoy frowned. "Its...its a wish charm. It allows you to make two
wishes. Often people make a wish, then undo the wish with the second one. All
wishes have a price, and they are often bad. So use it wisely." she told him,
staring at the stone within her son's hand.
Bright gray eyes removed themselves from the stone to look up at the woman
before them. With a slight nod, he placed his hand on his mother's shoulder as
a sign of affection. "Thank you. It is a great birthday gift."
His mother's words echoed within his mind. "All wishes have a price, and they
are often bad." That thought alone is why he hadn't used the charm since the
day he had received it on his 8th birthday. Placing the charm in his pocket, he
sighed, deciding that maybe the charm wasn't the best way to go. If he couldn't
think of anything else, he decided that he would use the stone. Until then, he
would have to think of a wish that wouldn't result in something extremely bad.
He sullenly walked back toward the Great Hall, but stopped when he heard two
people talking around the corner he was about to turn.
"What is it Ginny?"
'Ah, so it was the young Ginny and Harry talking. I wonder what Ginny is going
to say. Probably confess her love and devotion to him... again.'
"Harry... maybe you should go easy on Ron. He's just having a rough time, he
didn't mean to blow up on you."
Draco frowned, realizing that he had probably missed a fight between Weasel and
Potter. Those were always quite entertaining, especially when one stormed off.
The only problem was that they always seemed to forgive each other afterwards.
He could hear Harry shifting from one foot to the other, seemingly
uncomfortable with talking about this. "I thought I smelt something old and
used. Must be your robes Weasel." he remarked, stepping our from behind the
corner. He watched as Harry rolled his eyes, and Ginny bundled her fist in
anger.
"Sorry Malfoy if they aren't up to your standards, but at least I don't have
wear nice robes to get people to talk to me." she growled.
The blond narrowed his eyes at the young girl, stepping forward till he was
within a foot of her. "Your one to talk Weasel. The only person you have as a
friend would be your own brother, and he would rather hang out with the
Mudblood and Scar face here, then talk to you." he snapped. He and Ginny had
gone through this routine of arguing many times before. Usually he came out the
victor, but this time, he had a feeling he wasn't going to.
Hurt crossed Ginny's face, then a look of pure rage filled her eyes. She
reached out and shoved Malfoy with all of her strength, sending him tumbling
back a couple of steps into a nearby wall where he hit with a loud thump. He
heard the slight ping as something hit the stone floor, but ignored it as Harry
stepped in Ginny's way. "Calm down Ginny. He just wants to make you mad. Its
Malfoy." he said, as though the name Malfoy would explain everything.
She let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding and shook her head.
"Sometimes he just gets me SO mad..."
"I am still here, ya know?" Malfoy asked, pushing himself away from the wall.
When the two continued talking, ignoring his comment, he decided to leave. This
wasn't worth his time, and he had other things to tend to. He turned, and
walked away from them. It wasn't until he reached the Great Hall that he
realized something. The perfect wish! 'I could wish that nothing bad would
happen during my second wish, with my first wish. Then I could wish to have
Harry Potter's fame for my second wish! That should work.' He reached into his
pocket, eager to make the wish, when he suddenly realized something...it wasn't
there. He swore loudly. 'Must have fell out when Weasel pushed me.' he thought
to himself. He ran back to where the argument had occurred, only to find that
the charm wasn't there. 'Where could it be?'
***
Ginny laid on her stomach across one of the couches in the Grryfindor common
room. She turned the stone over in her hand, taking in the way the light of the
fire shinned against every curve of it. It was very pretty and must have been
quite expensive. The chain alone looked to be a glittering solid silver that
looked like it flowed as well as water did. She had found it when she and Harry
had noticed that Draco had snuck away while they were talking. 'It must be
Draco's... the bastard. He should take care of his possessions, but then again,
why would he need to? He has enough stuff already.' she thought to herself. The
thought of Draco made her frown. Sometimes, he was just so damn mean! Then
again, sometimes, he seemed as though he was just lost in the world. Another
pawn in life. 'I know he isn't really that bad. I just wish he would show how
he really feels, then maybe he wouldn't be such a jerk.' she thought. Suddenly,
the stone glowed a bright green, causing Ginny to gasp and let it fall onto the
couch. The stone shook where it laid, green light shooting out in all
directions, filling the whole common room, before it dulled and returned to its
original blue color. She stared at the stone for a few seconds, before picking
it up.
"Your wish is my command." she heard someone whisper. Another bright light shot
out of the stone then disappeared straight through the wall. She stared at
where the light had disappeared, then blinked. 'Oops?'
***
Draco had been searching the area for nearly ten minutes and STILL could not
find the stone. He was about to give up when he saw something zoom by. "What
was that?" he asked himself. When he was about to look to see where it had
gone, the thing zoomed back and stopped right in front of his face. It looked
like a bright little dot, but when he focused his eyes on it, it took the shape
of a bright little fairy. He shield his eyes with his his hands and watched as
the little fairy buzzed back in forth in front of him, before flying straight
into his chest, causing Draco to gasp with surprise. He could feel the fairy
fluttering around in his stomach, then moving throughout his body before
settling in his chest. Suddenly, without warning, he felt his chest begin to
contract four times, before it stopped. Draco stilled, thoughts of what had
just happened swarming his head. He had almost convinced himself that he had
probably just dreamed the whole thing when Hermione Granger had decided to pass
by.
"Not that I care, but is anything wrong Malfoy?" she asked, staring at the out
of breath boy.
He slid down against the wall into a sitting position. "I'm just confused.
Sorry Granger, didn't mean to make you want to care." he told her.
Hermione glared down at him. "Your such an ass Malfoy." she remarked, surprised
at her own comment.
"Yeah, I know. I take after my father." as the words left his lips, Draco
suddenly covered his mouth. 'Did I just say that?' he asked himself. The look
of utter shock on Hermione's face made him realize that he HAD just said it!
Standing himself up, he quickly walked away, afraid he might say something
worst. "What is going on!?"
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A/N: I edited this story, and I'm currently working on the
second chapter. Hope to have it out before 8/16.