To See You Again
Chapter Two
People Aren't Always Who They Appear To Be
The next morning Ginny awoke and saw Draco sitting up in bed and staring at the floor.
"Draco?" Her voice seemed to startle him for he jumped slightly, probably from the noise after sitting in the perfect silence for hours.
His blonde head turned to her. She could see his eyes were different somehow. Not cold exactly but tired and... there was something she just couldn't place in them. She noted he seemed a bit paler than she remembered but he had been gone for so long maybe she didn't remember him perfectly. "Huh?"
"What were you doing up last night?"
He paled a bit more and looked slightly uncomfortable. "Um... I-I," he swallowed, "couldn't sleep."
Ginny quirked a brow. "So you were in a dark corner of my room at some odd time. Right. Makes perfect sense now." She was being sarcastic of course but with a good point. Why would he be in a dark corner in the middle of the night all because he couldn't sleep?
"Does it really matter? I mean I'm back now. That's all that should matter."
He was too charming and persuasive for her to resist. He stroked her cheek softly, barely even touching it. He fingered a lock of her black hair then returned his eyes to her face. "Why did you dye your hair?"
"I-I..." She really had no reason. After his supposed death, she had just felt the need to do it. It had seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
He smiled softly. "Here give me your wand."
"Where's yours?" Ginny asked curiously as she picked hers up from the stand next to her bed.
She handed it to him. "I'm not sure." He still seemed a bit uncomfortable.
Draco took the wand in his pale hand and muttered a spell. He looked her over and grinned. "There's the Ginny I remember."
Ginny stood and walked over to the mirror. Instead of seeing the dark, perfectly straight head of hair, she was used to seeing she saw wavy vibrant red hair curling at the ends. Two locks were hanging down her face separate from the rest of the hair. She smiled at her reflection. She hadn't truly smiled since Draco's "death" until he had appeared yesterday.
"So how's Potter?" Draco seemed nervous. He was tapping his foot on the floor and darting his eyes around in a paranoid fashion.
"He's fine..." Ginny paused and studied him. "Um... Draco? Is everything... ok?"
"Yeah. Everything's fine. It's just a bit strange..."
"What's strange?"
His face went red and he seemed to have said too much. "N-nothing." He stammered.
"Ok..." She didn't want to press him. She figured she'd just ask him later when he wanted to talk. "So what are we going to do today?"
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"Mr. Fudge, sir?"
"What?" Fudge snapped. He was in the middle of an important letter when his fool of an assistant had to interrupt him. "This better be important."
"It is sir." The assistant, a boy by the name of Neville Longbottom, paused as if trying to decide whether to tell him or not.
"Well spit it out boy. I don't have all day." Fudge had grown considerably impatient over the past few years. Ever since Voldemort's attack on Hogwarts three years ago he had been quite busy with everything.
"It's about Draco Malfoy." Neville said softly.
"What about him? It can't be too important. I mean the boy died three years ago."
"That's the thing sir. He's not quite so dead anymore."
Fudge studied Neville to see if he was lying. "What do you mean Neville?" It was one of the few times Fudge had ever called him by his first name.
"I mean Draco Malfoy has returned to life." Neville's tone was dark and spooked. That was really no surprise though. It wasn't everyday a person just returned from the dead. Especially one killed by Avada Kedavra with thirty or so witnesses watching.
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A/N: I got an idea for a continuation of this story. It's not going to be just a sappy love story anymore. Darker theme now. Why is Draco acting so strange now? Do you get the idea Fudge and Neville know more about Draco's "death" than everyone thinks? Please review.
A/N 2: Before I forget I've got an interesting challenge. No prize except maybe me mailing you new chapters of this story before they are uploaded (upon request of course) or any of my other stories.
Here are the guidelines:
1.) No flames.
2.) Must include the word "Draco" exactly 8 times.
3.) Must have the name "Ginny" 4 times.
4.) Must have the name "Meagan Malfoy" in there twice.
5.) Needs to include something about a fuzzy potato chip.
6.) Needs to use the words "fuzzy purple pencil" and "polka dotted typewriter" in there somewhere.
7.) Needs to be at least 12 sentences long.
8.) Must have at least one good comment on the story and/or one suggestion for something to be added in the story.
9.) Needs to use every letter of the alphabet at least once.
10.) Should make at least some sense.
I really want to see who can pull this one off. I forgot one.
11.) Needs to make reference to your "orange striped alien friend".
Well that's it. Happy reviewing!! :)
Chapter Two
People Aren't Always Who They Appear To Be
The next morning Ginny awoke and saw Draco sitting up in bed and staring at the floor.
"Draco?" Her voice seemed to startle him for he jumped slightly, probably from the noise after sitting in the perfect silence for hours.
His blonde head turned to her. She could see his eyes were different somehow. Not cold exactly but tired and... there was something she just couldn't place in them. She noted he seemed a bit paler than she remembered but he had been gone for so long maybe she didn't remember him perfectly. "Huh?"
"What were you doing up last night?"
He paled a bit more and looked slightly uncomfortable. "Um... I-I," he swallowed, "couldn't sleep."
Ginny quirked a brow. "So you were in a dark corner of my room at some odd time. Right. Makes perfect sense now." She was being sarcastic of course but with a good point. Why would he be in a dark corner in the middle of the night all because he couldn't sleep?
"Does it really matter? I mean I'm back now. That's all that should matter."
He was too charming and persuasive for her to resist. He stroked her cheek softly, barely even touching it. He fingered a lock of her black hair then returned his eyes to her face. "Why did you dye your hair?"
"I-I..." She really had no reason. After his supposed death, she had just felt the need to do it. It had seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
He smiled softly. "Here give me your wand."
"Where's yours?" Ginny asked curiously as she picked hers up from the stand next to her bed.
She handed it to him. "I'm not sure." He still seemed a bit uncomfortable.
Draco took the wand in his pale hand and muttered a spell. He looked her over and grinned. "There's the Ginny I remember."
Ginny stood and walked over to the mirror. Instead of seeing the dark, perfectly straight head of hair, she was used to seeing she saw wavy vibrant red hair curling at the ends. Two locks were hanging down her face separate from the rest of the hair. She smiled at her reflection. She hadn't truly smiled since Draco's "death" until he had appeared yesterday.
"So how's Potter?" Draco seemed nervous. He was tapping his foot on the floor and darting his eyes around in a paranoid fashion.
"He's fine..." Ginny paused and studied him. "Um... Draco? Is everything... ok?"
"Yeah. Everything's fine. It's just a bit strange..."
"What's strange?"
His face went red and he seemed to have said too much. "N-nothing." He stammered.
"Ok..." She didn't want to press him. She figured she'd just ask him later when he wanted to talk. "So what are we going to do today?"
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"Mr. Fudge, sir?"
"What?" Fudge snapped. He was in the middle of an important letter when his fool of an assistant had to interrupt him. "This better be important."
"It is sir." The assistant, a boy by the name of Neville Longbottom, paused as if trying to decide whether to tell him or not.
"Well spit it out boy. I don't have all day." Fudge had grown considerably impatient over the past few years. Ever since Voldemort's attack on Hogwarts three years ago he had been quite busy with everything.
"It's about Draco Malfoy." Neville said softly.
"What about him? It can't be too important. I mean the boy died three years ago."
"That's the thing sir. He's not quite so dead anymore."
Fudge studied Neville to see if he was lying. "What do you mean Neville?" It was one of the few times Fudge had ever called him by his first name.
"I mean Draco Malfoy has returned to life." Neville's tone was dark and spooked. That was really no surprise though. It wasn't everyday a person just returned from the dead. Especially one killed by Avada Kedavra with thirty or so witnesses watching.
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A/N: I got an idea for a continuation of this story. It's not going to be just a sappy love story anymore. Darker theme now. Why is Draco acting so strange now? Do you get the idea Fudge and Neville know more about Draco's "death" than everyone thinks? Please review.
A/N 2: Before I forget I've got an interesting challenge. No prize except maybe me mailing you new chapters of this story before they are uploaded (upon request of course) or any of my other stories.
Here are the guidelines:
1.) No flames.
2.) Must include the word "Draco" exactly 8 times.
3.) Must have the name "Ginny" 4 times.
4.) Must have the name "Meagan Malfoy" in there twice.
5.) Needs to include something about a fuzzy potato chip.
6.) Needs to use the words "fuzzy purple pencil" and "polka dotted typewriter" in there somewhere.
7.) Needs to be at least 12 sentences long.
8.) Must have at least one good comment on the story and/or one suggestion for something to be added in the story.
9.) Needs to use every letter of the alphabet at least once.
10.) Should make at least some sense.
I really want to see who can pull this one off. I forgot one.
11.) Needs to make reference to your "orange striped alien friend".
Well that's it. Happy reviewing!! :)