Secret of Scarlet Infatuation
By: Wilwarindiel
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Writing genius (in my mind) J.K. Rowling does. However, I do own the general idea of this fic, and I'd rather keep it that way. In other words, please do not take my ideas without asking.
A/N: Okay, I am a big D/G shipper. The idea of it is intriguing. If you like cold Draco Malfoy falling for fiery Ginny Weasley, you'll like this fic. If you have never experimented with D/G fics, hopefully this one will make you as much of D/G fan as I am. Please, review if you like this and even if you don't. Just say something intelligible, in other words, no flames. They will be used to distract Draco from his fantasies of another "flame." Enjoy!
Plates cluttered, silverware banged against silver goblets, voices shouted their glee, and the smell of food wafted about the tables. Eyes of silver ice were clouded over, head of matching snow-blonde hair rested on pale, covered arms. Draco Malfoy didn't hear any of the sounds of the feast around him.
It was Halloween of his sixth year, and he had matured physically. No longer the thin, frail boy he was the school year before, but a strong, cold-eyed pale man.
His head turned towards the table opposite himself, he sighed. She was pretty, beautiful even. Hair like golden fire, it inflamed her delicately freckled face. Her smile lit the room, causing the others around her to smile. The others around her of course being Potter-the-adored and his side kicks Weasel and the Mudblood.
How could such a perfect person be related to someone like Ron Weasley? Caught up in his world of wanted attention. And that Mudblood! Who did she think she was, anyways? Ensnared in her world of learning and arrogance.
What he didn't realize was his arrogance, his feel of self-superiority. Why doesn't she want me? "I'm Draco Malfoy!" He said the last part outloud.
Pansy Parkinson, girl who adored him as Ginny did Harry, giggled and spoke in a sugarcoated voice, "Of course you are! None other than you deserves that name!"
Draco didn't notice Pansy, just like he didn't notice anything around him when his eyes were focused on the girl across the room.
She's everything I'm not, Draco's thoughts echoed inside his head, and I love her for it.
A/N: Btw, I know this is short, but it's sort of a prologue. Expect much longer in the future. Review!
By: Wilwarindiel
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Writing genius (in my mind) J.K. Rowling does. However, I do own the general idea of this fic, and I'd rather keep it that way. In other words, please do not take my ideas without asking.
A/N: Okay, I am a big D/G shipper. The idea of it is intriguing. If you like cold Draco Malfoy falling for fiery Ginny Weasley, you'll like this fic. If you have never experimented with D/G fics, hopefully this one will make you as much of D/G fan as I am. Please, review if you like this and even if you don't. Just say something intelligible, in other words, no flames. They will be used to distract Draco from his fantasies of another "flame." Enjoy!
Plates cluttered, silverware banged against silver goblets, voices shouted their glee, and the smell of food wafted about the tables. Eyes of silver ice were clouded over, head of matching snow-blonde hair rested on pale, covered arms. Draco Malfoy didn't hear any of the sounds of the feast around him.
It was Halloween of his sixth year, and he had matured physically. No longer the thin, frail boy he was the school year before, but a strong, cold-eyed pale man.
His head turned towards the table opposite himself, he sighed. She was pretty, beautiful even. Hair like golden fire, it inflamed her delicately freckled face. Her smile lit the room, causing the others around her to smile. The others around her of course being Potter-the-adored and his side kicks Weasel and the Mudblood.
How could such a perfect person be related to someone like Ron Weasley? Caught up in his world of wanted attention. And that Mudblood! Who did she think she was, anyways? Ensnared in her world of learning and arrogance.
What he didn't realize was his arrogance, his feel of self-superiority. Why doesn't she want me? "I'm Draco Malfoy!" He said the last part outloud.
Pansy Parkinson, girl who adored him as Ginny did Harry, giggled and spoke in a sugarcoated voice, "Of course you are! None other than you deserves that name!"
Draco didn't notice Pansy, just like he didn't notice anything around him when his eyes were focused on the girl across the room.
She's everything I'm not, Draco's thoughts echoed inside his head, and I love her for it.
A/N: Btw, I know this is short, but it's sort of a prologue. Expect much longer in the future. Review!