Your Little Fixations Part 3
Draco had more sense than to approach the girl while the trio was there, especially at a moment like this. Though Harry had rejected her, he knew she was hurting and was sure to try to make amends. He had the perfect excuse to talk to her, he just had to wait until the moment presented itself.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry were avidly discussing something, Draco didn't care enough to find out what it was, and it seemed very important to them. It was probably one more checkmark on a very long list of heroic efforts, the kind that should get the hero expelled but would instead win him praise. The tradition started first year and hadn't yet let up.
Predictably, a third of the way though lunch, they all abruptly stood and rushed toward the hall where the library was located, Bookworm Girl in the lead (Bookworm Girl was the least popular character in a humorous doujinshi that Pansy wrote and illustrated). Minuets later Ginny stood as well. Rather than going out the door closest to her end of the hall as her friends had, she crossed the Great Hall, going to the corridor of the broken girls bathroom. Draco excused himself and followed.
He let her have a few minuets alone before following her inside. She was crying in one of the stalls. Draco walked over to it and knocked on the door. She flung open the door and was clearly irritated when she saw who it was. Venomously, she asked, "What do you want?"
"I don't really want anything. I found this place a while ago and I come in here every now and then for a good wank. I can't do that with you wailing away like that."
Ginny gave him a disgusted look. "Ugh, the last thing I wanted to hear about was your masturbation habits. Now if you'll excuse me," she pushed past him, "I'm leaving."
Draco grabbed Ginny's arm as she tried to walk by. "Wait," he said. "I was kidding." He waited for her to stop and look at him. "I was walking by and I heard you crying from the hall. I thought somebody was hurt, and obviously you are. I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help."
"Why would you want to help anybody, Malfoy?"
"Well, despite what your friends may have told you, I'm not the utter bastard I appear to be on the outside. Besides, you *could* have been a Slytherin, you know."
Ginny was insulted by this. "I never could have been a Slytherin. I'm nothing like you or any of the other Slytherins."
Draco smiled at her misinterpretation, a real smile, not an I'm-only-smiling-because-it-will-get-me-what-I-want smile. "I meant, there might have been a Slytherin crying in the stall, not that you, Ginny Weasley, could have been placed in Slytherin house. And on another note, what makes you think you're nothing like me? You don't even know me."
"Oh."
"You could get to know me though," he said suddenly. "I'm always here if you want to. Or if you want to talk about what's gotten you so upset I could hear you crying from the hall."
"It's Harry."
"Potter?"
"Yes, Harry Potter."
"What about him?"
"Where do I even begin? He doesn't want me. Me! What's there not to want?" Thinking it was rhetorical, Draco didn't answer. "Well?"
"Oh, well, nothing really. Maybe he's a queer. He really doesn't give off the gay vibes though."
"Harry's not gay, he's had crushes on girls."
"I thought he had a crush on you. I try not to listen in on his personal life, but I really thought the two of you would end up together."
Ginny looked at Draco as if he was the only person who understood. "That's exactly what I've been saying. We were meant to be together. From the moment we met I knew he was the man I'd fall in love with." Draco didn't remark on the fact that at eleven, Harry wasn't quite a man yet. "I think he sees my… infatuation as a by product of his Boy Who Lived Syndrome. It's not just that I'm Ron's little sister, he doesn't think that my feelings for him are real. He thinks I'm in love with his image.
Draco nodded. "That's what I got too."
"What."
"I know I'm not in love with him, but when we first met I was quit taken by him. He radiated power. I met him in the robe shop before I met him on the train and when he entered the room it filled with magic. I was quite in awe of him. When I later introduced myself to him on the train I knew who he was. He must have thought the awe came from his name and not from him and that's probably why he rejected me."
"No," said Ginny. "I've heard this story. He didn't reject you because he thought you were a fan. He rejected you because you were an asshole."
Draco grinned despite himself. "It may have been that."
The bell rang. They both moved automatically toward the door as only bell trained students and mice can. "The offer to talk whenever you want still stands. Not that we didn't talk enough. I'll see you around."
"See ya!" responded Ginny.
The had something together. Strong negative feelings for Potter. He'd only wanted to hurt her before, but now he was wondering if he could completely turn her against Harry. This was going to be fun.
Draco had more sense than to approach the girl while the trio was there, especially at a moment like this. Though Harry had rejected her, he knew she was hurting and was sure to try to make amends. He had the perfect excuse to talk to her, he just had to wait until the moment presented itself.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry were avidly discussing something, Draco didn't care enough to find out what it was, and it seemed very important to them. It was probably one more checkmark on a very long list of heroic efforts, the kind that should get the hero expelled but would instead win him praise. The tradition started first year and hadn't yet let up.
Predictably, a third of the way though lunch, they all abruptly stood and rushed toward the hall where the library was located, Bookworm Girl in the lead (Bookworm Girl was the least popular character in a humorous doujinshi that Pansy wrote and illustrated). Minuets later Ginny stood as well. Rather than going out the door closest to her end of the hall as her friends had, she crossed the Great Hall, going to the corridor of the broken girls bathroom. Draco excused himself and followed.
He let her have a few minuets alone before following her inside. She was crying in one of the stalls. Draco walked over to it and knocked on the door. She flung open the door and was clearly irritated when she saw who it was. Venomously, she asked, "What do you want?"
"I don't really want anything. I found this place a while ago and I come in here every now and then for a good wank. I can't do that with you wailing away like that."
Ginny gave him a disgusted look. "Ugh, the last thing I wanted to hear about was your masturbation habits. Now if you'll excuse me," she pushed past him, "I'm leaving."
Draco grabbed Ginny's arm as she tried to walk by. "Wait," he said. "I was kidding." He waited for her to stop and look at him. "I was walking by and I heard you crying from the hall. I thought somebody was hurt, and obviously you are. I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help."
"Why would you want to help anybody, Malfoy?"
"Well, despite what your friends may have told you, I'm not the utter bastard I appear to be on the outside. Besides, you *could* have been a Slytherin, you know."
Ginny was insulted by this. "I never could have been a Slytherin. I'm nothing like you or any of the other Slytherins."
Draco smiled at her misinterpretation, a real smile, not an I'm-only-smiling-because-it-will-get-me-what-I-want smile. "I meant, there might have been a Slytherin crying in the stall, not that you, Ginny Weasley, could have been placed in Slytherin house. And on another note, what makes you think you're nothing like me? You don't even know me."
"Oh."
"You could get to know me though," he said suddenly. "I'm always here if you want to. Or if you want to talk about what's gotten you so upset I could hear you crying from the hall."
"It's Harry."
"Potter?"
"Yes, Harry Potter."
"What about him?"
"Where do I even begin? He doesn't want me. Me! What's there not to want?" Thinking it was rhetorical, Draco didn't answer. "Well?"
"Oh, well, nothing really. Maybe he's a queer. He really doesn't give off the gay vibes though."
"Harry's not gay, he's had crushes on girls."
"I thought he had a crush on you. I try not to listen in on his personal life, but I really thought the two of you would end up together."
Ginny looked at Draco as if he was the only person who understood. "That's exactly what I've been saying. We were meant to be together. From the moment we met I knew he was the man I'd fall in love with." Draco didn't remark on the fact that at eleven, Harry wasn't quite a man yet. "I think he sees my… infatuation as a by product of his Boy Who Lived Syndrome. It's not just that I'm Ron's little sister, he doesn't think that my feelings for him are real. He thinks I'm in love with his image.
Draco nodded. "That's what I got too."
"What."
"I know I'm not in love with him, but when we first met I was quit taken by him. He radiated power. I met him in the robe shop before I met him on the train and when he entered the room it filled with magic. I was quite in awe of him. When I later introduced myself to him on the train I knew who he was. He must have thought the awe came from his name and not from him and that's probably why he rejected me."
"No," said Ginny. "I've heard this story. He didn't reject you because he thought you were a fan. He rejected you because you were an asshole."
Draco grinned despite himself. "It may have been that."
The bell rang. They both moved automatically toward the door as only bell trained students and mice can. "The offer to talk whenever you want still stands. Not that we didn't talk enough. I'll see you around."
"See ya!" responded Ginny.
The had something together. Strong negative feelings for Potter. He'd only wanted to hurt her before, but now he was wondering if he could completely turn her against Harry. This was going to be fun.