Draco's Desires

Part Two

Sunshine Of All Kinds

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I lie on my bed in the Slytherin dormitory, trying to do my Magical Creatures homework. That's such a bloody rotten class. Risking my life everyday working with creatures that would kill me, and probably will someday as soon as that giant Hagrid's back is turned. I'll never forgive him for that creature biting me and practically killing me. They all think I wanted the great beast to hurt me, but it was very painful! Well, I almost got even with them all. At least that blasted Hippogriff is dead...I think. Why should I research these creatures? I suppose Potter enjoys getting attacked by strange beasts, perfect little prat that he is.

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The only day that Care for Magical Creatures was good was the one day I was early. Crabbe and Goyle were blabbing on nonsensically about some chicken leg at lunch – something about who had it first or whatnot, so I left early just to get away from such pointless jabber. Idiots. Anyhow, I went out onto the sunny grounds, letting my pale hair blow in the wind. It felt good. Even I'm entitled to a bit of simple pleasure, am I not? I wandered over toward Hagrid's pathetic little hut, since I had to make my way over there in about a half an hour anyway, and sat down in the grass a little ways a way. I couldn't exactly go over there for fear of getting trampled or blasted by something.

I was looking over towards the sparkling lake when a flash of red caught my eye. I turned my head lazily to see what it was. The little Weasley girl was running in the sunshine, hair whipping around, playing with a massive boarhound. I held my breath, hoping that it wouldn't kill her, she was so small, but she seemed happy enough. She eventually collapsed and threw her arms around the great furry neck of the dog, laughing with joy. She was so cute and pretty, there in the sun, and I felt a peaceful warmth flow through my body. I sprawled out on my back, but kept my head turned to watch her. I felt the need to scoop her up in my arms and spin her around, laughing. I wanted to protect her and show her the beautiful dark magic.

I suddenly jumped out of my reverie; the girl was running right towards me! She obviously didn't see me and was about to trample me. I sat up suddenly and she skidded in the grass and fell on her bum, looking at me with terror. "You!" she cried and backed off a bit, trembling. She was obviously terrified of me, considering all the things I've said to Potter and her brother.

I held up my hands, thinking that it would kill me if she ran away. "You don't have to go, you know. I was just enjoying the sunny day." I tried to force the ever-present coldness from my voice.

She looked at me, a puzzled expression in her eyes. "You enjoy the sun?" Apparently she couldn't believe this, not that anyone else would either.

"Why not?"

"Because…well, just because." She knelt down and wrapped her arms around the dog's neck. I grinned. She was too shy and too kind to insult me.

"What's the dog's name?" I looked at the boarhound, very much on edge.

"Fang." She looked at me curiously, as if she wanted to ask me questions but was too cautious.

I then remembered the dog from my first year when Potter and I had taken our detention in the woods. I patted his nose. "And your name?"

"Me? I'm Ginny. Ron's my brother, you know. You're always so mean to him, I'm surprised you don't know my name by now." She glared at me, her eyes and face defiant and proud once again, and she headed off to Hagrid's cottage without looking back.

I flopped down in the grass again. Nice job, Draco…you blew it. She hates you because you hate Weasley. Oh, what does it matter anyway? She's just some little brat. I turned my head and saw the rest of the Slytherins heading towards me. The blasted Gryffindors weren't far behind. I decided that I'd better get out of the grass before they all thought I had lost my mind. I turned my head to watch the girl, Ginny, running towards the Gryffindors. Weasley lifted her up off her feet for a moment, giving her a hug, and then Potter gave her a squeeze too. Granger smoothed Ginny's hair before she tore away towards the castle, her bookbag flying through the air behind her, along with her hair. Oh, to be so close to her and to not even appreciate it. Bloody git, Potter.

"What are you looking at, Malfoy?" Weasley barked at me, the rest of his little gang glaring at me.

I sneered at them and joined the Slytherins, once again playing the part of the high and mighty Draco Malfoy, the Draco that everyone expected.

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I flop over on my bed and look at the ceiling. Damn shame, really, being so hated by someone so loved.

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