A/N: Lol. I guess I need to really do some editing on this story.. does
anyone wanna be my beta? Plez? Anyone? Well ok if you do. email me k? k
thanks! O and thanks to my reviewers! Damn I can't remember whether I put
Draco in seventh or sixth year. Does it say in the story? Well if it does
can someone tell me? Plez?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. wait is there really any plot to this story?
Summary: Draco just wanted a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch but when he gets an attitude with Lucius he'll get more than a mouthful of fists. *oops did I say that out loud?!*
Chapter Seven
: : All I Wanted Was Lunch(Over Protective Brother) : :
I tossed and turned in my bed that night. My eyebrows furrowed as memories came swarming back into my mind. Thoughts of lying on the ground screaming from pain that took over my body. Thoughts of lying in bed crying. My mothers' soft voice trying to hush me. My fathers' threats echoing in my head. One thought stood out from the rest. I was 12, I had walked downstairs to get some lunch. Mum wasn't home but he was.
"Draco," He called from his study.
"What," I yelled back in a cocky tone.
"Don't give me that tone!" He shouted as he walked into the kitchen.
"What tone?" I asked trying to be smart.
SMACK!
Lucius backhanded me. I didn't see it coming as I had my head stuffed in the refrigerator and as soon as I pulled it out, he pounced. He was like a black jaguar that had cornered his prey. Waiting for the time to come before he could attack.
"What the hell was that for?" I asked, unfortunately I was still a dimwit and hadn't learned when to hold my tongue yet.
"What did I tell you about that tone of yours?" he demanded.
"Ok ok. What would you like father?" I asked in my most sweetest voice, which was also, a mistake.
My jaw suddenly went numb with pain. And then another shot of pain. Damnit, what the hell was going on with me and then I noticed his fists. They were the reasons for the pain. Another shot to the face and I couldn't see. Had I blacked out? No. I could still feel the pain but.
I shot up in bed gasping for breath. The hangings were closed and as I regained my breath I stared down at my bare chest. My scar was exposed and I ran my finger across it. The pain from the sword never really went away and my chest pulsated with it. I quickly removed my hand and shut my eyes tight so that no tears would be shed.
"Draco?" I heard a voice, so sweet so tender. It surprised me.
I opened one of my curtains to find the source of the voice.
"Ginny, how. how'd you get." I looked around and noticed I was not in the Slytherin dorm as I had thought, "Where are we?"
She looked at me with concern. "Don't you remember.?" she asked.
"Remember. what?" I replied.
"Well. Ron saw us holding hands earlier and well. he thought you were like brainwashing me into liking you and well. to put it simply. you got the lights knocked out of you," Ginny said fidgeting with her hands.
It was then that I became aware of the pain in my jaw. I rubbed my hand across it.
"So then, I'm in the hospital wing," I asked and Ginny slowly nodded, "that makes sense."
"I'm so sorry Draco, I tried to pull him off but he's a third my size and o I'm sorry," Ginny apologized over and over again.
I gave a little laugh, "Gin, it's ok. It's not like I haven't had the lights knocked out of me before. I am actually used to it by now."
She slowly walked over to the bed I was lying in and sat down. She stared into my cold gray eyes with her warm honey-brown eyes. Then her eyes traveled to my chest and she asked, "does it hurt?"
I knew what she was talking about. It was the scar on my chest.
"Only from time to time," I replied. I took her arm and pulled her closer to me. She sat on my lap and I put my arms around her and held her there until the sunlight slowly crept in through the window. I knew she had to go so I let her, but not without a kiss to start my day off.
End of Chapter
A/N: Did I do better with spelling and grammar there? I hope so lol. anyways R/R plez!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. wait is there really any plot to this story?
Summary: Draco just wanted a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch but when he gets an attitude with Lucius he'll get more than a mouthful of fists. *oops did I say that out loud?!*
Chapter Seven
: : All I Wanted Was Lunch(Over Protective Brother) : :
I tossed and turned in my bed that night. My eyebrows furrowed as memories came swarming back into my mind. Thoughts of lying on the ground screaming from pain that took over my body. Thoughts of lying in bed crying. My mothers' soft voice trying to hush me. My fathers' threats echoing in my head. One thought stood out from the rest. I was 12, I had walked downstairs to get some lunch. Mum wasn't home but he was.
"Draco," He called from his study.
"What," I yelled back in a cocky tone.
"Don't give me that tone!" He shouted as he walked into the kitchen.
"What tone?" I asked trying to be smart.
SMACK!
Lucius backhanded me. I didn't see it coming as I had my head stuffed in the refrigerator and as soon as I pulled it out, he pounced. He was like a black jaguar that had cornered his prey. Waiting for the time to come before he could attack.
"What the hell was that for?" I asked, unfortunately I was still a dimwit and hadn't learned when to hold my tongue yet.
"What did I tell you about that tone of yours?" he demanded.
"Ok ok. What would you like father?" I asked in my most sweetest voice, which was also, a mistake.
My jaw suddenly went numb with pain. And then another shot of pain. Damnit, what the hell was going on with me and then I noticed his fists. They were the reasons for the pain. Another shot to the face and I couldn't see. Had I blacked out? No. I could still feel the pain but.
I shot up in bed gasping for breath. The hangings were closed and as I regained my breath I stared down at my bare chest. My scar was exposed and I ran my finger across it. The pain from the sword never really went away and my chest pulsated with it. I quickly removed my hand and shut my eyes tight so that no tears would be shed.
"Draco?" I heard a voice, so sweet so tender. It surprised me.
I opened one of my curtains to find the source of the voice.
"Ginny, how. how'd you get." I looked around and noticed I was not in the Slytherin dorm as I had thought, "Where are we?"
She looked at me with concern. "Don't you remember.?" she asked.
"Remember. what?" I replied.
"Well. Ron saw us holding hands earlier and well. he thought you were like brainwashing me into liking you and well. to put it simply. you got the lights knocked out of you," Ginny said fidgeting with her hands.
It was then that I became aware of the pain in my jaw. I rubbed my hand across it.
"So then, I'm in the hospital wing," I asked and Ginny slowly nodded, "that makes sense."
"I'm so sorry Draco, I tried to pull him off but he's a third my size and o I'm sorry," Ginny apologized over and over again.
I gave a little laugh, "Gin, it's ok. It's not like I haven't had the lights knocked out of me before. I am actually used to it by now."
She slowly walked over to the bed I was lying in and sat down. She stared into my cold gray eyes with her warm honey-brown eyes. Then her eyes traveled to my chest and she asked, "does it hurt?"
I knew what she was talking about. It was the scar on my chest.
"Only from time to time," I replied. I took her arm and pulled her closer to me. She sat on my lap and I put my arms around her and held her there until the sunlight slowly crept in through the window. I knew she had to go so I let her, but not without a kiss to start my day off.
End of Chapter
A/N: Did I do better with spelling and grammar there? I hope so lol. anyways R/R plez!