If Only
Jeni Draco's Girl
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Jeni was slightly relieved and slightly apprehensive when Char's reply came a few days later as she wasn't sure that her current feelings were the same as they had been when she'd written to Char. Her determination to refuse him at all costs was breaking down.
"Dear Jeni" it read.
"I have to say that what's been happening to you sounds far more interesting than anything that happened when I was there ~or~ anything that's happening here. None of the people here are as good friends as you." Jeni felt her heart warm. "I'm confused about Malfoy's sudden, well, I'm not sure what to call it really, as I don't think affection is quite the right word. Personally, I think he's messing with your brain. Don't do anything I wouldn't do in your position...that's all the advise I can give you." Jeni thought it was definitely too late for that. "God knows what he will do next." Or what he ~had~ done next. "I wish more than ever I was there, but I don't think there's any chance of that."
"Love, your bestie, Char."
Jeni sighed.
She didn't have a clue what to do, but she did know that she wouldn't write again until she knew what Draco was going to do next.
Little did she know she would find out the next morning.
~
The following day, Jeni was walking across the entrance hall to the Great Hall for breakfast when someone grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and spun her around, causing her to lose her balance. She would have ended up flat on her back if she hadn't been caught about a foot from the ground. Jeni tried to struggle up, but found that it is extremely difficult to when a guy much larger and stronger than you is holding you right where you are.
Jeni frowned and glared into Draco's face, which was inches from her own, angrily.
His face was emotionless, his eyes narrowed. 'I don't take "no" for an answer.' He practically growled at her.
Jeni was too terrified to reply. What did you say to something like that? Why couldn't she think of a witty reply?
'I'm not the one you should be asking.'
Damn his mind reading skills!
'And I'm the one asking the questions.' He continued, lowering his head still closer to her's.
Jeni felt she might soon pass out. Her heart was thundering in her chest. It was obvious what it thought. But her head was the one running the show, so to speak. Thankfully. Her head was logical and so the resistance movement prevailed.
Jeni managed to get her hands between her chest and Draco's to push him firmly away from her. This proved fruitless. She wasn't strong enough.
Jeni thumped Draco on the chest with a fist. 'Why on earth isn't anyone acting as if something strange is happening?!' She demanded, glancing out at the other students milling around as if she and Draco were invisible.
'Because it isn't,' Draco replied calmly. 'I do things like this all the time.'
Jeni searched her memory to find when Draco had ever done this with another girl. She didn't recall having seen or heard about it, and Char had always known everything, so...She tried to raise an eyebrow, failed once more, and sent Draco what she hoped was a what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about expression, mentally crossing her fingers that he'd get it like he always did.
He did.
'Oh, all right...' Draco relented. 'Maybe I didn't. But I always ~told~ people I did, so everyone thinks it's normal.'
Jeni's expression changed from what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about to "right...". She was growing bored with the conversation, and her tummy was starting to rumble, so she jabbed him as hard as she could between the ribs in the hope that this would be more effective. It was most likely the pure shock of this that caused him to stand up straight, and luckily pull her up with him, instead of dropping her. Jeni managed to extricate herself from his arms and look him straight in the eye.
'The answer's still no.' She told him bluntly, thrusting her chin forward defiantly, before turning and continuing on into the Great Hall in what she felt was a very esteem building exit.
Draco just stood there, scowling in frustration.
Jeni felt a mixed rush of emotions ranging from regret to proud resolve.
And one other girl standing in the shadows at the entrance to the dungeon corridor was almost green with jealousy and hatred, and was having a hard time controlling it and stopping herself from running over and ripping Jeni away from Draco and into little pieces. She noted that she should also cut her nails – her palms were starting to bleed.
~
Later that day, Jeni was heading towards the stairs after charms to go down to the Great Hall for lunch when, for the second time that day, she was spun around. This time the result was more painful – she was slammed into the castle wall, and she dropped all her books as her bones reacted, much like someone automatically kicks out when you hit their knee in the right spot with a hammer.
The cause of all this wasn't as pleasant for Jeni as her heart had hoped, in that it wasn't Draco. It was a girl from Slytherin, Emily something. She was in seventh year, pureblood, and all the guys chased her – she had a very coldly beautiful face and dead straight waist length dark mahogany hair. She was also almost a foot taller than Jeni. Jeni herself was at that moment confused as to the look of furious anger that was currently contorting the other girl's features. Emily was obviously not as good at hiding her emotions as Draco was – or maybe she just didn't want to.
'What have you done to Draco?' she demanded coldly.
'What?' Jeni managed to get out, before cursing herself for sounding so scared.
The girl stepped closer, her height bearing down on Jeni. 'Why else would Draco be after you,' she practically hissed, 'Being that you're such a short little ~Ravenclaw~ of all things, than if you'd put some sort of love spell on him or something?'
'I...I didn't do anything.' Jeni protested, her voice wavering. She thought she heard a rather unladylike snort come from Emily.
'Well, whatever you did,' Emily said threateningly, 'Lay off, bitch. Draco's mine.' She turned away sharply, head held high, her expression once more cold and unconcerned.
'I can't help it if...' Jeni started before she could stop herself.
Emily turned back. 'If what?' she asked, lowering one eyebrow doubtfully.
'If...if...' if I really like him! Supplied her heart automatically. No way! Said her brain. You don't like him, this is the resistance, remember? It took over her speech. 'If he keeps asking me out.' Jeni finished confidently. Her heart started sulking. 'There's nothing I can do about it!'
'You can do something about it, and you will.' Emily told her darkly. 'Or else.' She finished, emphasising each of the two words.
If this was a movie, thought Jeni, I would ~not~ be in this situation right now. Or something convenient would happen to take care of Emily. Or she'd die. Jeni sighed. This wasn't a movie. And what ~was~ she suppose to do about it? She looked up from the floor. Emily was stalking away, looking a lot like a cat-walk model, her hair swishing from side to side behind her.
Jeni sighed again.
If Char was here, she'd know what to do.
But she wasn't.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
~~
There you go, chap 9 done. Many thanks to Crimson Sun, my, er, 'bestie' (hehe) and everyone who's reviewed, I LOVE YOU! Well, except for m00nstorm77. *glares angrily at people who read and don't review* . Also, if you like the story, tell lots of people about it! THANKS!
So, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW and REVIEW again!! ;D
Jeni Draco's Girl
~~
Jeni was slightly relieved and slightly apprehensive when Char's reply came a few days later as she wasn't sure that her current feelings were the same as they had been when she'd written to Char. Her determination to refuse him at all costs was breaking down.
"Dear Jeni" it read.
"I have to say that what's been happening to you sounds far more interesting than anything that happened when I was there ~or~ anything that's happening here. None of the people here are as good friends as you." Jeni felt her heart warm. "I'm confused about Malfoy's sudden, well, I'm not sure what to call it really, as I don't think affection is quite the right word. Personally, I think he's messing with your brain. Don't do anything I wouldn't do in your position...that's all the advise I can give you." Jeni thought it was definitely too late for that. "God knows what he will do next." Or what he ~had~ done next. "I wish more than ever I was there, but I don't think there's any chance of that."
"Love, your bestie, Char."
Jeni sighed.
She didn't have a clue what to do, but she did know that she wouldn't write again until she knew what Draco was going to do next.
Little did she know she would find out the next morning.
~
The following day, Jeni was walking across the entrance hall to the Great Hall for breakfast when someone grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and spun her around, causing her to lose her balance. She would have ended up flat on her back if she hadn't been caught about a foot from the ground. Jeni tried to struggle up, but found that it is extremely difficult to when a guy much larger and stronger than you is holding you right where you are.
Jeni frowned and glared into Draco's face, which was inches from her own, angrily.
His face was emotionless, his eyes narrowed. 'I don't take "no" for an answer.' He practically growled at her.
Jeni was too terrified to reply. What did you say to something like that? Why couldn't she think of a witty reply?
'I'm not the one you should be asking.'
Damn his mind reading skills!
'And I'm the one asking the questions.' He continued, lowering his head still closer to her's.
Jeni felt she might soon pass out. Her heart was thundering in her chest. It was obvious what it thought. But her head was the one running the show, so to speak. Thankfully. Her head was logical and so the resistance movement prevailed.
Jeni managed to get her hands between her chest and Draco's to push him firmly away from her. This proved fruitless. She wasn't strong enough.
Jeni thumped Draco on the chest with a fist. 'Why on earth isn't anyone acting as if something strange is happening?!' She demanded, glancing out at the other students milling around as if she and Draco were invisible.
'Because it isn't,' Draco replied calmly. 'I do things like this all the time.'
Jeni searched her memory to find when Draco had ever done this with another girl. She didn't recall having seen or heard about it, and Char had always known everything, so...She tried to raise an eyebrow, failed once more, and sent Draco what she hoped was a what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about expression, mentally crossing her fingers that he'd get it like he always did.
He did.
'Oh, all right...' Draco relented. 'Maybe I didn't. But I always ~told~ people I did, so everyone thinks it's normal.'
Jeni's expression changed from what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about to "right...". She was growing bored with the conversation, and her tummy was starting to rumble, so she jabbed him as hard as she could between the ribs in the hope that this would be more effective. It was most likely the pure shock of this that caused him to stand up straight, and luckily pull her up with him, instead of dropping her. Jeni managed to extricate herself from his arms and look him straight in the eye.
'The answer's still no.' She told him bluntly, thrusting her chin forward defiantly, before turning and continuing on into the Great Hall in what she felt was a very esteem building exit.
Draco just stood there, scowling in frustration.
Jeni felt a mixed rush of emotions ranging from regret to proud resolve.
And one other girl standing in the shadows at the entrance to the dungeon corridor was almost green with jealousy and hatred, and was having a hard time controlling it and stopping herself from running over and ripping Jeni away from Draco and into little pieces. She noted that she should also cut her nails – her palms were starting to bleed.
~
Later that day, Jeni was heading towards the stairs after charms to go down to the Great Hall for lunch when, for the second time that day, she was spun around. This time the result was more painful – she was slammed into the castle wall, and she dropped all her books as her bones reacted, much like someone automatically kicks out when you hit their knee in the right spot with a hammer.
The cause of all this wasn't as pleasant for Jeni as her heart had hoped, in that it wasn't Draco. It was a girl from Slytherin, Emily something. She was in seventh year, pureblood, and all the guys chased her – she had a very coldly beautiful face and dead straight waist length dark mahogany hair. She was also almost a foot taller than Jeni. Jeni herself was at that moment confused as to the look of furious anger that was currently contorting the other girl's features. Emily was obviously not as good at hiding her emotions as Draco was – or maybe she just didn't want to.
'What have you done to Draco?' she demanded coldly.
'What?' Jeni managed to get out, before cursing herself for sounding so scared.
The girl stepped closer, her height bearing down on Jeni. 'Why else would Draco be after you,' she practically hissed, 'Being that you're such a short little ~Ravenclaw~ of all things, than if you'd put some sort of love spell on him or something?'
'I...I didn't do anything.' Jeni protested, her voice wavering. She thought she heard a rather unladylike snort come from Emily.
'Well, whatever you did,' Emily said threateningly, 'Lay off, bitch. Draco's mine.' She turned away sharply, head held high, her expression once more cold and unconcerned.
'I can't help it if...' Jeni started before she could stop herself.
Emily turned back. 'If what?' she asked, lowering one eyebrow doubtfully.
'If...if...' if I really like him! Supplied her heart automatically. No way! Said her brain. You don't like him, this is the resistance, remember? It took over her speech. 'If he keeps asking me out.' Jeni finished confidently. Her heart started sulking. 'There's nothing I can do about it!'
'You can do something about it, and you will.' Emily told her darkly. 'Or else.' She finished, emphasising each of the two words.
If this was a movie, thought Jeni, I would ~not~ be in this situation right now. Or something convenient would happen to take care of Emily. Or she'd die. Jeni sighed. This wasn't a movie. And what ~was~ she suppose to do about it? She looked up from the floor. Emily was stalking away, looking a lot like a cat-walk model, her hair swishing from side to side behind her.
Jeni sighed again.
If Char was here, she'd know what to do.
But she wasn't.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
~~
There you go, chap 9 done. Many thanks to Crimson Sun, my, er, 'bestie' (hehe) and everyone who's reviewed, I LOVE YOU! Well, except for m00nstorm77. *glares angrily at people who read and don't review* . Also, if you like the story, tell lots of people about it! THANKS!
So, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW and REVIEW again!! ;D
