Your Little Fixations Part 2
Draco rarely saw the youngest Weasley. They shared no classes and they shared no mutual friends. When he first decided to make his move he was very unsure of how to go about it. Five days after the fight opportunity presented itself. Looking back, he realized it was to be expected, and he was happy about the timing. Saturday, four days before *it* happened the November issue of Teen Witch arrived. The event in itself was unremarkable (in fact, it happened monthly), but Pansy, who honestly believed the magazine was satirical, insisted on reading one of the articles to him as he tried to study. He'd known her since they were 3 and they were best friends, so he threatened her only with 'death' instead of threatening her with the more popular 'inscrutable torture *and* death' that he threatened the usual common annoyance with.
It was an article on catching your dream man, as if finding your ideal mate were more dependant on your skill with a net than possessing any actual personality. It was the average mainstream magazine trash; spouting nonsense about what He wants, as if all men have the same exact desires and are therefore looking for the same type of woman. The article included tips on how to improve everything from your looks to your attitude to your breath, all to fit this purposed ideal man's vision of perfection.
Rain was pouring down on Sunday, so Draco and his gang stayed in, but he caught sight of Harry and his friends leaving for an evening in Hogsmeade. Ginny was wearing a little more make-up than usual, at least in the mascara department. Her lashes were usually the same bright red as the rest of her hair but on Sunday they were black, thickened with gunk that was somehow supposed to make them look more appealing. Draco thought it looked trashy. Also, she wore a blouse that hinted at what might be curves where she usually wore a tomboyish t-shirt. Finally, she kept touching Harry's arm as she spoke, flashing him lightning bright smiles. She seemed oblivious to the fact that he wasn't reciprocating her advances. He seemed oblivious to the fact that she was so obviously trying to get his attention.
On Monday, after double potions, she was there. Draco knew she didn't pass the potions lab on the way to her next class because she'd never been there before and the potions lab was the only classroom on that floor that was in use. Nevertheless, she was there, making small talk with the mudblood before she ignored her to talk to the resident celebrity. Though Harry took no note of her unusual presence, the mudblood and the weasel walked behind and made expression that clearly said "Aww."
On Tuesday Draco slept though breakfast. It never was his day of the week. At lunch, the near-squib Longbottom managed to squeeze his tub of lard arse into the midst of the foursome when they sat down to eat. Ginny was forced to sit three seats away. Still, she laughed loudly whenever Harry looked to be making a joke, even though she couldn't have been that involved in the conversation from the other side of Finnegan and Thomas. Her inability to talk to them (him) was more than made up for by being able to look. And look she did.
On Wednesday, hump day, the day that is special only because it isn't, she practically shared his seat with him at breakfast. She had that gunk on her face again but Harry was as oblivious as ever. Draco *almost* felt a bit of sympathy for the girl. When he realized it he stopped. She was there after their morning potions class again. There was nothing special as it was the third time in a row and to be expected by that point. There was something notable about this particular bit of stalking though: after walking as a group for a moment Ginny said something that caused her to go red in the face. It couldn't have been that embarrassing because none of the others gave the same reaction, but Granger and Weasley did leave Harry and Ginny alone. They fell back as Ginny led Harry deeper into the dungeons rather than toward their next classes. Draco was tempted to follow, but thought better of it. Whatever was being said would come out eventually and he didn't want to be branded a peeping tom.
On Wednesday, at lunch, Ginny sat at the end of the Gryffindor table farthest from the trio. She cast random glances toward her usual spot but for the most part she kept her eyes down. Ginny wasn't eating and when she did chance a glance up Draco could clearly see from his table that the shit she'd had on her lashes had somehow been smeared. If he'd looked closer he would have seen the tracks where her tears corroded the carefully applied foundation and blush. If there was only one word to be used to describe Virginia Weasley at that moment it would have been 'Heartbroken.' Draco smiled. It was time to strike.
Draco rarely saw the youngest Weasley. They shared no classes and they shared no mutual friends. When he first decided to make his move he was very unsure of how to go about it. Five days after the fight opportunity presented itself. Looking back, he realized it was to be expected, and he was happy about the timing. Saturday, four days before *it* happened the November issue of Teen Witch arrived. The event in itself was unremarkable (in fact, it happened monthly), but Pansy, who honestly believed the magazine was satirical, insisted on reading one of the articles to him as he tried to study. He'd known her since they were 3 and they were best friends, so he threatened her only with 'death' instead of threatening her with the more popular 'inscrutable torture *and* death' that he threatened the usual common annoyance with.
It was an article on catching your dream man, as if finding your ideal mate were more dependant on your skill with a net than possessing any actual personality. It was the average mainstream magazine trash; spouting nonsense about what He wants, as if all men have the same exact desires and are therefore looking for the same type of woman. The article included tips on how to improve everything from your looks to your attitude to your breath, all to fit this purposed ideal man's vision of perfection.
Rain was pouring down on Sunday, so Draco and his gang stayed in, but he caught sight of Harry and his friends leaving for an evening in Hogsmeade. Ginny was wearing a little more make-up than usual, at least in the mascara department. Her lashes were usually the same bright red as the rest of her hair but on Sunday they were black, thickened with gunk that was somehow supposed to make them look more appealing. Draco thought it looked trashy. Also, she wore a blouse that hinted at what might be curves where she usually wore a tomboyish t-shirt. Finally, she kept touching Harry's arm as she spoke, flashing him lightning bright smiles. She seemed oblivious to the fact that he wasn't reciprocating her advances. He seemed oblivious to the fact that she was so obviously trying to get his attention.
On Monday, after double potions, she was there. Draco knew she didn't pass the potions lab on the way to her next class because she'd never been there before and the potions lab was the only classroom on that floor that was in use. Nevertheless, she was there, making small talk with the mudblood before she ignored her to talk to the resident celebrity. Though Harry took no note of her unusual presence, the mudblood and the weasel walked behind and made expression that clearly said "Aww."
On Tuesday Draco slept though breakfast. It never was his day of the week. At lunch, the near-squib Longbottom managed to squeeze his tub of lard arse into the midst of the foursome when they sat down to eat. Ginny was forced to sit three seats away. Still, she laughed loudly whenever Harry looked to be making a joke, even though she couldn't have been that involved in the conversation from the other side of Finnegan and Thomas. Her inability to talk to them (him) was more than made up for by being able to look. And look she did.
On Wednesday, hump day, the day that is special only because it isn't, she practically shared his seat with him at breakfast. She had that gunk on her face again but Harry was as oblivious as ever. Draco *almost* felt a bit of sympathy for the girl. When he realized it he stopped. She was there after their morning potions class again. There was nothing special as it was the third time in a row and to be expected by that point. There was something notable about this particular bit of stalking though: after walking as a group for a moment Ginny said something that caused her to go red in the face. It couldn't have been that embarrassing because none of the others gave the same reaction, but Granger and Weasley did leave Harry and Ginny alone. They fell back as Ginny led Harry deeper into the dungeons rather than toward their next classes. Draco was tempted to follow, but thought better of it. Whatever was being said would come out eventually and he didn't want to be branded a peeping tom.
On Wednesday, at lunch, Ginny sat at the end of the Gryffindor table farthest from the trio. She cast random glances toward her usual spot but for the most part she kept her eyes down. Ginny wasn't eating and when she did chance a glance up Draco could clearly see from his table that the shit she'd had on her lashes had somehow been smeared. If he'd looked closer he would have seen the tracks where her tears corroded the carefully applied foundation and blush. If there was only one word to be used to describe Virginia Weasley at that moment it would have been 'Heartbroken.' Draco smiled. It was time to strike.