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Friends or Lovers?
Chapter 3 Double Potions Class
I walked down the stairs that had led to he girls' dormitories and upon returning to the common room, I found Pansy Parkinson sitting on the large armchair, most likely waiting for me. I sighed to myself and sat down in an armchair across from her.
"Malfoy, why didn't you tell me that you were bringing the girl to my room?" she asked.
I quirked an eyebrow at her. "Your room?" I asked.
She nodded. "Aw...don't tell me that you forgot already...after all, you were the one who always pinned me against the wall." She said with a seductive smile. "Which reminds me...are you still coming to my room tonight?"
"No." I responded coldly.
She pouted and got up from her seat. I knew what she was about to do and I didn't bother to stop her. She moved closer to me and slowly climbed onto my lap.
"Malfoy...why not? Are you afraid that girl will bother us? I'll just freeze her with my wand and she won't know what happened." She suggested.
"You will NOT lay a finger on her, Pansy. Unless you wish to have your family in debt, which they will not be able to pay off so easily." I warned.
"What do you mean? A weak girl like her is capable of doing something of that sort?" she asked curiously.
"Of course. Her family is just as strong as mine..." I said slowly.
"I bet your family is stronger." She commented cheerfully and wrapped her arms around me.
"Pansy...please restrain yourself from touching me." I said softly.
She pouted once more. "You've been acting strangely ever since that girl arrived. Is she your ex-girlfriend or something?" she asked.
I looked at her violently. "What have I told you about butting into my personal business?" I asked harshly.
Quickly she climbed off of my lap, pouting at me. I sighed to myself, closing my eyes and soon running my fingers through my greasy blond hair. Usually I didn't care about the feeling of grease rubbing against mine, but suddenly the feeling was unusual. There was an unusual feeling, I frowned to myself. Stupid Eveline...telling me that greasing my hair is bad...hmph...
Half an hour passed and soon I got up from the armchair, moving up the stairs towards her room. I knocked gently on the door, waiting for a reply, but received nothing but silence. Slowly I opened the door and frowned at what I saw. Eveline was laying on her bed, sleeping. I frowned slowly and moved towards her, I took the blanket and covered her frail and soft body. Then I pulled the curtains and left the room. Guess I didn't have to bring her to the late dinner...oh wells. It matters not to me.
The next day, I walked down the hallway with Crabbe, Goyle, and Eveline. Bringing her to Double Potions Class taught by Professor Snape. He was on my side instead of Potter's, what a relief. I can't stand Potter, he gets attention when he doesn't deserve it, especially during our Fourth Year when the Triwizard Tournament took place.
"Malfoy!" a voice called from behind me.
I frowned slightly and turned around to see who it was. It was Pansy Parkinson, how I wished I was not acquainted with such creature. I still do not understand my parents' decision about my future wife. They had decided on Pansy...I couldn't stand the wench at all. Her voice does not carry warmth or love in it. Instead it carries hatred, revenge, and every negative feeling possibly felt. But my parents didn't know that, they didn't even see it! They only cared about me marrying a girl who belonged in Slytherin and was wealthy so she would not ruin my name, bah!
"What is it now, Pansy?" I asked impatiently.
"Ginny Weasley. is in our Potions class!" she said angrily.
An evil smirk appeared upon my face. "I see..." I replied back. The five of us walked down into the deep, dark dungeons belonging to Professor Snape, there I found her. Ginny Weasley...the youngest of all the Weasley children...and the most attractive one as well.
"So Weasley's sister is in our class...are you sure you have the right class?" I mocked as I walked towards the group of Gryffindor students. "Did you take the wrong turn? You shouldn't be in this class...after all, you are a Fifth year and this class is only for Sixth years."
"I took summer courses, Malfoy. So shut up." She retaliated.
"How could you...?" I asked curiously.
"My brother got a raise and decided to help me out. That's all, but you wouldn't understand, Malfoy." She said. "And who's the new girl?"
"That's her, Ginny! That's the girl who knows Charlie." A voice said from behind us.
The red head girl turned to Eveline and smiled brightly. "You know Charlie? So, you must be the girl who Charlie keeps talking about. Eve was it?" she asked.
"Eveline." I corrected her in disgust.
"Yes, I'm also called Eve, but only Charlie calls me that. You can call me Eve if you wish. Charlie has told me a lot about all of you...he even told me about you liking Aiden Lynch, Ireland's best seeker." She replied back.
Ginny smiled brightly at her. I looked down at the red head and smiled to myself, loving her pure and genuine smiles...if only they were towards me. Heck, what the hell was I thinking? Ginny Weasley and I become a couple? That would never happen no matter how hard I try, after all...she's a Weasley and I am a Malfoy. Nothing can change that fact at all. Both of our names will be soiled by each other so what was the point?
Slowly I sat down at my seat as Professor Snape shouted at those still talking. The young red head sat in front of me, running her fingers through her long, silky hair. Virginia Weasley...how I wished to hold her in my arms...suddenly my thoughts were disrupted by someone placing their hand upon my thigh. I quickly looked over to my side and saw Pansy Parkinson. I glared at her.
"Get your filthy hand off of me." I hissed at her.
She quickly pulled her hand away and wrapped her arms around my arm. I glared at her once more, but she didn't bother to move over. I struggled to pull my arm away from her, not wanting to feel her disgusting touch.
"Hm...Miss Parkinson, please switch seats with Eveline." Snape said suddenly. Thank god! Even if it meant sitting next to my childhood rival, heck...I wouldn't mind sitting next to Potter or Weasley!
"But Professor..." Pansy whined.
He looked at her with a stern expression. "Move...NOW!" he exclaimed.
Quickly she picked up her bag and switched seats with Eveline, who sat down beside me and snickered. I rolled my eyes a bit and took out a piece of parchment and my quill. Time to time, I glanced at the red head beauty in front of me...Virginia Weasley...such a beauty for one who lives with a poor family.
"Hm...Miss Weasley, are you in the wrong class...?" Snape asked her.
I looked up at this and saw her expression. It was somewhat filled with terror, yet had a tint of courage.
"No professor, I'm in the right class." Slowly she took out her schedule paper and handed it to Professor Snape. He had better not move Virginia elsewhere...or else he'll have to deal with my father. Although, I would have to make up a good reason for telling him to make Snape leave Virginia in her seat in front of me, but that's a different story! Gah...what the heck is my problem?!
I suppose...I'm attracted to this orange haired goddess...
Friends or Lovers?
Chapter 3 Double Potions Class
I walked down the stairs that had led to he girls' dormitories and upon returning to the common room, I found Pansy Parkinson sitting on the large armchair, most likely waiting for me. I sighed to myself and sat down in an armchair across from her.
"Malfoy, why didn't you tell me that you were bringing the girl to my room?" she asked.
I quirked an eyebrow at her. "Your room?" I asked.
She nodded. "Aw...don't tell me that you forgot already...after all, you were the one who always pinned me against the wall." She said with a seductive smile. "Which reminds me...are you still coming to my room tonight?"
"No." I responded coldly.
She pouted and got up from her seat. I knew what she was about to do and I didn't bother to stop her. She moved closer to me and slowly climbed onto my lap.
"Malfoy...why not? Are you afraid that girl will bother us? I'll just freeze her with my wand and she won't know what happened." She suggested.
"You will NOT lay a finger on her, Pansy. Unless you wish to have your family in debt, which they will not be able to pay off so easily." I warned.
"What do you mean? A weak girl like her is capable of doing something of that sort?" she asked curiously.
"Of course. Her family is just as strong as mine..." I said slowly.
"I bet your family is stronger." She commented cheerfully and wrapped her arms around me.
"Pansy...please restrain yourself from touching me." I said softly.
She pouted once more. "You've been acting strangely ever since that girl arrived. Is she your ex-girlfriend or something?" she asked.
I looked at her violently. "What have I told you about butting into my personal business?" I asked harshly.
Quickly she climbed off of my lap, pouting at me. I sighed to myself, closing my eyes and soon running my fingers through my greasy blond hair. Usually I didn't care about the feeling of grease rubbing against mine, but suddenly the feeling was unusual. There was an unusual feeling, I frowned to myself. Stupid Eveline...telling me that greasing my hair is bad...hmph...
Half an hour passed and soon I got up from the armchair, moving up the stairs towards her room. I knocked gently on the door, waiting for a reply, but received nothing but silence. Slowly I opened the door and frowned at what I saw. Eveline was laying on her bed, sleeping. I frowned slowly and moved towards her, I took the blanket and covered her frail and soft body. Then I pulled the curtains and left the room. Guess I didn't have to bring her to the late dinner...oh wells. It matters not to me.
The next day, I walked down the hallway with Crabbe, Goyle, and Eveline. Bringing her to Double Potions Class taught by Professor Snape. He was on my side instead of Potter's, what a relief. I can't stand Potter, he gets attention when he doesn't deserve it, especially during our Fourth Year when the Triwizard Tournament took place.
"Malfoy!" a voice called from behind me.
I frowned slightly and turned around to see who it was. It was Pansy Parkinson, how I wished I was not acquainted with such creature. I still do not understand my parents' decision about my future wife. They had decided on Pansy...I couldn't stand the wench at all. Her voice does not carry warmth or love in it. Instead it carries hatred, revenge, and every negative feeling possibly felt. But my parents didn't know that, they didn't even see it! They only cared about me marrying a girl who belonged in Slytherin and was wealthy so she would not ruin my name, bah!
"What is it now, Pansy?" I asked impatiently.
"Ginny Weasley. is in our Potions class!" she said angrily.
An evil smirk appeared upon my face. "I see..." I replied back. The five of us walked down into the deep, dark dungeons belonging to Professor Snape, there I found her. Ginny Weasley...the youngest of all the Weasley children...and the most attractive one as well.
"So Weasley's sister is in our class...are you sure you have the right class?" I mocked as I walked towards the group of Gryffindor students. "Did you take the wrong turn? You shouldn't be in this class...after all, you are a Fifth year and this class is only for Sixth years."
"I took summer courses, Malfoy. So shut up." She retaliated.
"How could you...?" I asked curiously.
"My brother got a raise and decided to help me out. That's all, but you wouldn't understand, Malfoy." She said. "And who's the new girl?"
"That's her, Ginny! That's the girl who knows Charlie." A voice said from behind us.
The red head girl turned to Eveline and smiled brightly. "You know Charlie? So, you must be the girl who Charlie keeps talking about. Eve was it?" she asked.
"Eveline." I corrected her in disgust.
"Yes, I'm also called Eve, but only Charlie calls me that. You can call me Eve if you wish. Charlie has told me a lot about all of you...he even told me about you liking Aiden Lynch, Ireland's best seeker." She replied back.
Ginny smiled brightly at her. I looked down at the red head and smiled to myself, loving her pure and genuine smiles...if only they were towards me. Heck, what the hell was I thinking? Ginny Weasley and I become a couple? That would never happen no matter how hard I try, after all...she's a Weasley and I am a Malfoy. Nothing can change that fact at all. Both of our names will be soiled by each other so what was the point?
Slowly I sat down at my seat as Professor Snape shouted at those still talking. The young red head sat in front of me, running her fingers through her long, silky hair. Virginia Weasley...how I wished to hold her in my arms...suddenly my thoughts were disrupted by someone placing their hand upon my thigh. I quickly looked over to my side and saw Pansy Parkinson. I glared at her.
"Get your filthy hand off of me." I hissed at her.
She quickly pulled her hand away and wrapped her arms around my arm. I glared at her once more, but she didn't bother to move over. I struggled to pull my arm away from her, not wanting to feel her disgusting touch.
"Hm...Miss Parkinson, please switch seats with Eveline." Snape said suddenly. Thank god! Even if it meant sitting next to my childhood rival, heck...I wouldn't mind sitting next to Potter or Weasley!
"But Professor..." Pansy whined.
He looked at her with a stern expression. "Move...NOW!" he exclaimed.
Quickly she picked up her bag and switched seats with Eveline, who sat down beside me and snickered. I rolled my eyes a bit and took out a piece of parchment and my quill. Time to time, I glanced at the red head beauty in front of me...Virginia Weasley...such a beauty for one who lives with a poor family.
"Hm...Miss Weasley, are you in the wrong class...?" Snape asked her.
I looked up at this and saw her expression. It was somewhat filled with terror, yet had a tint of courage.
"No professor, I'm in the right class." Slowly she took out her schedule paper and handed it to Professor Snape. He had better not move Virginia elsewhere...or else he'll have to deal with my father. Although, I would have to make up a good reason for telling him to make Snape leave Virginia in her seat in front of me, but that's a different story! Gah...what the heck is my problem?!
I suppose...I'm attracted to this orange haired goddess...