b"Enter the Dragon"/b
All characters © Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I am NOT making money off this, (lol), and if Miss Rowling
reads this, please don't sue me. All I have is $16.75.
Summary: Ginny Weasley has always been an outcast. She has been sulking by herself, and has no means of
communication with the trio, not even Hermione. Ron is worried about her, but maybe Malfoy is too..(Can
you guess the pairing? I'll give you three guesses..)
(Fourth year fic. In reviews, if I spelt something wrong or got a fact wrong, please tell me! Comments
greatly appreciated, constructive criticism welcomed, flames welcomed! :D)
1
Where's my Knight in Shining Armor..? Rather..Dragon.
Ginny Weasley was having a great time looking down at the floor while walking to Defense
Against the Dark Arts (DADA). The teacher, currently, was Mad Eye Moody. She was by herself. She had
no best friend, and nobody was there for her. She excelled in classes, but didn't show any signs of
appreciation when teachers praised her, just nodded and went back to doodling and writing on parchment.
She usually doodled the people she thought a lot about, including Harry, Ron, Hermione, and sometimes
Neville. Her house was Gryffindor, although Ginny felt she shouldn't have been placed there. She had
double DADA with the Slytherins today (A/N can you do that? O.o, since all J.K. wrote was about double
potions). Malfoy was in her class, because Dumbledore had requested he take DADA again, because of his
bad grades. Ginny was honored for being top student all the time. Nobody understood her, nobody knew her
feelings..nobody knew her true self.
"Ginny…Ginny?…Ginny!" Moody called her.
"What..?" she said, yawning.
"Class ended about ten minutes ago," informed Moody.
"Oh..I'm sorry. I just didn't get any sleep last night," Ginny apologized and picked up her books.
She turned around to leave, but the sight of Malfoy's sneer made her stop.
"So, Weasley, have a nice sleep?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow.
"Sure," Ginny looked down at the floor and walked away.
"How odd," she thought to herself, walking up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.
She walked in the girls' dormitory, where a bed welcomed her deep sleep.
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was in the Slytherin Common Room, avoiding Pansy's sultry gaze that
seemed to be like the basilisk's gaze, only Pansy's lured him in the closet with her.
"So, why were you talking to Weasley?" Pansy spat at the last y.
"Because I can, Parkinson. Now go away, I have more important things to do than talk to you," he sneered then turned away, leaving a horrified Pansy, frozen there.
Meanwhile, Ginny had woken up after about a two hour nap.
"Ohhh. Why did I have to wake up now? Why not tomorrow?" she said, yawning. She got up to change her skirt and shirt. She changed in a pair of jeans with the Gryffindor crest etched in it and a flashy, red shirt.
"Hullo, Gin!" Ron greeted her, blocking her path to get out. Ginny had to go to the library, she had a 'specific' book she wanted to look for.
"Oh..hi Ron." she said, staring blankly at him.
"Where are you headed?" he asked inquisitively.
"The library," she told him.
Ron moved away from the entrance, allowing Ginny to leave.
Draco was writing a poem, for once in his life. He had never thought of himself as a poem writer. He decided to write one. His poem turned out as…
bEnter the dragon,
The dragon is your aide
Your partner
Even though it breathes fire
The dragon will not harm you.
The dragon will not harm you.
If you just trust the dragon…
The dragon will not harm you.
Let the dragon enter.
In your life.
It can burn the heartaches out of your pain filled heart.
If you just…let the dragon enter./b
"Wow. That was a crap poem." decided Malfoy, and he began crumpling it up.
He suddenly got an idea.
"Maybe this will come in handy later…" he smirked.
Little did he know, that one poem would change his life.
All characters © Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I am NOT making money off this, (lol), and if Miss Rowling
reads this, please don't sue me. All I have is $16.75.
Summary: Ginny Weasley has always been an outcast. She has been sulking by herself, and has no means of
communication with the trio, not even Hermione. Ron is worried about her, but maybe Malfoy is too..(Can
you guess the pairing? I'll give you three guesses..)
(Fourth year fic. In reviews, if I spelt something wrong or got a fact wrong, please tell me! Comments
greatly appreciated, constructive criticism welcomed, flames welcomed! :D)
1
Where's my Knight in Shining Armor..? Rather..Dragon.
Ginny Weasley was having a great time looking down at the floor while walking to Defense
Against the Dark Arts (DADA). The teacher, currently, was Mad Eye Moody. She was by herself. She had
no best friend, and nobody was there for her. She excelled in classes, but didn't show any signs of
appreciation when teachers praised her, just nodded and went back to doodling and writing on parchment.
She usually doodled the people she thought a lot about, including Harry, Ron, Hermione, and sometimes
Neville. Her house was Gryffindor, although Ginny felt she shouldn't have been placed there. She had
double DADA with the Slytherins today (A/N can you do that? O.o, since all J.K. wrote was about double
potions). Malfoy was in her class, because Dumbledore had requested he take DADA again, because of his
bad grades. Ginny was honored for being top student all the time. Nobody understood her, nobody knew her
feelings..nobody knew her true self.
"Ginny…Ginny?…Ginny!" Moody called her.
"What..?" she said, yawning.
"Class ended about ten minutes ago," informed Moody.
"Oh..I'm sorry. I just didn't get any sleep last night," Ginny apologized and picked up her books.
She turned around to leave, but the sight of Malfoy's sneer made her stop.
"So, Weasley, have a nice sleep?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow.
"Sure," Ginny looked down at the floor and walked away.
"How odd," she thought to herself, walking up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.
She walked in the girls' dormitory, where a bed welcomed her deep sleep.
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was in the Slytherin Common Room, avoiding Pansy's sultry gaze that
seemed to be like the basilisk's gaze, only Pansy's lured him in the closet with her.
"So, why were you talking to Weasley?" Pansy spat at the last y.
"Because I can, Parkinson. Now go away, I have more important things to do than talk to you," he sneered then turned away, leaving a horrified Pansy, frozen there.
Meanwhile, Ginny had woken up after about a two hour nap.
"Ohhh. Why did I have to wake up now? Why not tomorrow?" she said, yawning. She got up to change her skirt and shirt. She changed in a pair of jeans with the Gryffindor crest etched in it and a flashy, red shirt.
"Hullo, Gin!" Ron greeted her, blocking her path to get out. Ginny had to go to the library, she had a 'specific' book she wanted to look for.
"Oh..hi Ron." she said, staring blankly at him.
"Where are you headed?" he asked inquisitively.
"The library," she told him.
Ron moved away from the entrance, allowing Ginny to leave.
Draco was writing a poem, for once in his life. He had never thought of himself as a poem writer. He decided to write one. His poem turned out as…
bEnter the dragon,
The dragon is your aide
Your partner
Even though it breathes fire
The dragon will not harm you.
The dragon will not harm you.
If you just trust the dragon…
The dragon will not harm you.
Let the dragon enter.
In your life.
It can burn the heartaches out of your pain filled heart.
If you just…let the dragon enter./b
"Wow. That was a crap poem." decided Malfoy, and he began crumpling it up.
He suddenly got an idea.
"Maybe this will come in handy later…" he smirked.
Little did he know, that one poem would change his life.