Chapter Two:
The table was piled with books, a few were open and a stack was next to that. Ginny was currently going through Potions Invented in the Fifteenth Century when she came across The Draught of Sleeping Beauty.
"This draught was created by one of the prominent witches of the fifteenth century who married a royal Muggle. Lady Genieve fashioned it so only the true love of the one who drank the potion could wake them up with a kiss. Lady Genieve gave some to her daughter so she could prove the love that was between her and the Lord she was to marry."
Ginny searched every book, every article, anything she could get her hands on that mentioned the Draught of Sleeping Beauty, but the answer to her question was no where.
"Ginny?" Ginny's head shot up by the person calling her name.
"Hi, Hermione." Ginny put down the book she was looking at and picked up another one.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, seeing all the books piled around the table.
Hermione knew Ginny was smart and didn't take after Ron when it came to studying, but she also knew that Ginny was no book worm.
"Hermione, do you think that...well, that is..." Ginny tried to phrase the question just right. "The person who kissed me--do you think they're my true love or just...a good kisser?" That didn't come out right, Ginny thought. "I mean..."
"Gin, I know what you mean." Hermione interupted. "There are quite a few theories on that topic. Some believe that the passion of the person who gives the kiss is what wakes up the sleeper. So you could say that whoever kissed you loves you. Others believe there has to be mutual feelings between the two."
"What do you think?"
Hermione thought about this a while. "I think it depends on the case." Hermione noted the confused expression on Ginny. "It's like...Ok, picture a small child and he falls and gets hurt, right, like he screapes his knee. Now, there are two people who can help him, say a doctor and his mother. The doctor can heal him just as good, if not better, than his mother, but who do you think the child would prefer to heal him?"
"His mother." Ginny stated.
"Exactly." Hermione smiled, then headed over to the book shelves.
"I still don't get it." Ginny sighed.
Draco lay sprawled out across his bed. He was staring at a picture his family took just before he left for Hogwarts. It might as well be a Muggle photo, Draco thought. It was true, the figures stood stock still, no moving, but not because of the lack of magical properties. The Malfoys just took serious family photos.
His mind swiftly turned to thoughts of Ginny, as it had done lately. He still hadn't figured out what had possessed him to kiss her. He wanted to pick up everything on his dresser and throw it across the room, until everything he owned laid broken on the floor...just like his life.
"She probably doesn't even know it was me who kissed her." He muttered to himself. "And if she did know, she'd hate me even more than she does now."
Draco grabbed his cloak from off the bed, slipped it on, and exited his room. He passed the common room, noticing few groups of people, and headed towards the Great Hall. He hadn't eaten anything since last night, and having stared at Ginny throughout lunch, he decided a bite to eat was in order.
The Great Hall was almost empty. He sat down at the Slytherin table and grabbed a bowl of fruit and began eating grapes when someone sat down next to him.
"Um, I need to talk to you."
Draco turned around, startled to see Ginny sitting beside him. His first thought was that Ginny finally recognized him as the culprit who kissed her and was about to go off on him.
"Sure." Draco said, continuing eating.
"I know you're somewhat of an expert at potions, and I need you to answer a question." Ginny looked up at him pleadingly.
His insides began to turn into knots. Ginny was sitting so close, her hair smelled like roses, and looked like the setting sun. So she doesn't know, he thought. So why am I disapointed?
"Shoot." Draco said, trying to act calm.
"Ok, well, I'm sure you've heard of my experience with the Draught of Sleeping Beauty. Someone kissed me while I was in the hospital wing, late at night, and I don't know who it is. But I want to know if this person is my true love, so what are your theories on the potion?"
"I kissed you, I'm your true love!" Draco wanted to shout, but said, "Well, I personally wouldn't know who'd want to kiss you, but they say love is blind."
"Oh..." Ginny cast her eyes down at her hands. She slowly got up, mumbled a thank you, and left.
It killed Draco to see her hurt, but what could he do? It just wouldn't work out...
The tears were hiding behind her eyes, but Ginny refused to cry. She thought Draco was the one for sure who kissed her. No one else at Hogwarts resembled the angel the night she awoke. When she saw him enter the Great Hall a plan formed in her head. She'd casually mention that nights events and see what his reactions were. Surely he'd give some emotions away...well she was right.
"That stupid git!" Ginny screamed. She was now passed sad and headed strait on to angry. "I know it was him! And to think, our lips touched." She rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand.
She didn't even watch where she was going, and suddenly found herself outside near the Quidditch Pitch. The Gryffindor team was up in the air, practicing for next weeks match. Ginny thought that watching would take her mind off the matter at hand.
"Hey Ginny!" Harry and Ron yelled from their brooms.
Ginny waved at them and watched as they flew quickly, avoiding bludgers. She was so captivated by their flying, that she hadn't thought about Draco once.
"Good practice!" Ron yelled, landing on the ground.
"Aye, aye, Cap'n!" Someone said, saluting Ron, then headed back towards the castle.
"Come on, Gin," Harry said, "The Slytherin team is going to practice now and they don't want any Gryffindors watching."
"I'll meet you guys at the castle...I'm gonna head down to the lake for a while." She replied.
Ron and Harry shrugged their shoulders, then left. Ginny could see a group of seven people coming towards the pitch. She knew it was the Slytherin's and that one of them was Draco. She wanted to confront him. She knew it was him, and she wanted him to admit it. If nothing else came from the conversation, she wanted to see him humiliated.
She hid in the stands until their practice was over. Luckily Draco hung back. They had let the snitch go for practice, but it hadn't showed up yet. Since dinner was starting, the rest of the team left Draco to retrieve it.
Ginny snuck out of the stands and was staring up at the floating Draco.
"Hey!" Ginny yelled.
Draco looked down, puzzled. When he saw Ginny he slowly descended and landed crisply beside her.
"Spying on my team, huh?" Draco sneered.
"Oh yeah, I especially need to report back to the Gryffindors how your beaters both mistook the others head for a bludger...that must have hurt."
Draco almost smiled at Ginny's quick wit...almost.
"Waddya want?" He said.
"I know it was you."
"What do you mean?" But Draco knew exactly what she meant.
"You kissed me! You're the one who woke me up, and don't lie, I remember it, you scum."
"Oh, how quickly your affections change. First I was an angel, now I'm scum?" Draco's eyebrows rose. "Fickle, thy name is Ginny Weasley."
"Don't play games with me, Malfoy!" Ginny nearly shouted. "Why'd you do it, huh? Wanted to get back at Ron? Thought you'd seduce his little sister?"
Draco made no reply.
"Tell me, dang it!"
"I just thought that I'd have a little fun."
Ginny's face grew red with anger and she raised her hand to slap him, but he caught it before it made contact.
"Let me go!" Ginny screamed, and she began hitting him with her free arm, and then kneed him.
Draco doubled over in pain, and fell to the ground. Ginny's first ennetial reaction was to laugh. It was hiliarious to see Draco, on the ground, in pain. Then she felt sort of sorry for him.
"I'm sorry...the Weasley temper." Ginny mumbled, holding her hand out to him.
Draco grasped it, and pulled himself up. He straightened himself up, then lurched his hand out towards Ginny's face, brushing it as he did. Ginny's eyes widened in fright, but then found herself wanting to feel his touch again.
"The snitch." He mumbled, holding his hand in front of Ginny's face.
"Oh."
(A/N: thanks for all your reviews ::smiles widely:: i'm a sucker for recognition, what can I say? lol. I'm glad a lot of you liked the idea. I'm a fairy tale freak and wanted to throw a dab of Grimm into the Hogwarts mix. I just wrote this chapter quickly, so forgive me if there's mispelling or not correction grammar. I'm on a time schedule here...some of you might hunt me down and kill me ::looks warily out the window::
Emilipotter, you're right, to Muggles it's Aurora, but they got her name wrong, they screw EVERYTHING up, sheesh!
Nayanya Potter, i'd like to hear your ideas on how the story should go, email me at LWANTLTFRICKSWAY@aol.com)
The table was piled with books, a few were open and a stack was next to that. Ginny was currently going through Potions Invented in the Fifteenth Century when she came across The Draught of Sleeping Beauty.
"This draught was created by one of the prominent witches of the fifteenth century who married a royal Muggle. Lady Genieve fashioned it so only the true love of the one who drank the potion could wake them up with a kiss. Lady Genieve gave some to her daughter so she could prove the love that was between her and the Lord she was to marry."
Ginny searched every book, every article, anything she could get her hands on that mentioned the Draught of Sleeping Beauty, but the answer to her question was no where.
"Ginny?" Ginny's head shot up by the person calling her name.
"Hi, Hermione." Ginny put down the book she was looking at and picked up another one.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, seeing all the books piled around the table.
Hermione knew Ginny was smart and didn't take after Ron when it came to studying, but she also knew that Ginny was no book worm.
"Hermione, do you think that...well, that is..." Ginny tried to phrase the question just right. "The person who kissed me--do you think they're my true love or just...a good kisser?" That didn't come out right, Ginny thought. "I mean..."
"Gin, I know what you mean." Hermione interupted. "There are quite a few theories on that topic. Some believe that the passion of the person who gives the kiss is what wakes up the sleeper. So you could say that whoever kissed you loves you. Others believe there has to be mutual feelings between the two."
"What do you think?"
Hermione thought about this a while. "I think it depends on the case." Hermione noted the confused expression on Ginny. "It's like...Ok, picture a small child and he falls and gets hurt, right, like he screapes his knee. Now, there are two people who can help him, say a doctor and his mother. The doctor can heal him just as good, if not better, than his mother, but who do you think the child would prefer to heal him?"
"His mother." Ginny stated.
"Exactly." Hermione smiled, then headed over to the book shelves.
"I still don't get it." Ginny sighed.
Draco lay sprawled out across his bed. He was staring at a picture his family took just before he left for Hogwarts. It might as well be a Muggle photo, Draco thought. It was true, the figures stood stock still, no moving, but not because of the lack of magical properties. The Malfoys just took serious family photos.
His mind swiftly turned to thoughts of Ginny, as it had done lately. He still hadn't figured out what had possessed him to kiss her. He wanted to pick up everything on his dresser and throw it across the room, until everything he owned laid broken on the floor...just like his life.
"She probably doesn't even know it was me who kissed her." He muttered to himself. "And if she did know, she'd hate me even more than she does now."
Draco grabbed his cloak from off the bed, slipped it on, and exited his room. He passed the common room, noticing few groups of people, and headed towards the Great Hall. He hadn't eaten anything since last night, and having stared at Ginny throughout lunch, he decided a bite to eat was in order.
The Great Hall was almost empty. He sat down at the Slytherin table and grabbed a bowl of fruit and began eating grapes when someone sat down next to him.
"Um, I need to talk to you."
Draco turned around, startled to see Ginny sitting beside him. His first thought was that Ginny finally recognized him as the culprit who kissed her and was about to go off on him.
"Sure." Draco said, continuing eating.
"I know you're somewhat of an expert at potions, and I need you to answer a question." Ginny looked up at him pleadingly.
His insides began to turn into knots. Ginny was sitting so close, her hair smelled like roses, and looked like the setting sun. So she doesn't know, he thought. So why am I disapointed?
"Shoot." Draco said, trying to act calm.
"Ok, well, I'm sure you've heard of my experience with the Draught of Sleeping Beauty. Someone kissed me while I was in the hospital wing, late at night, and I don't know who it is. But I want to know if this person is my true love, so what are your theories on the potion?"
"I kissed you, I'm your true love!" Draco wanted to shout, but said, "Well, I personally wouldn't know who'd want to kiss you, but they say love is blind."
"Oh..." Ginny cast her eyes down at her hands. She slowly got up, mumbled a thank you, and left.
It killed Draco to see her hurt, but what could he do? It just wouldn't work out...
The tears were hiding behind her eyes, but Ginny refused to cry. She thought Draco was the one for sure who kissed her. No one else at Hogwarts resembled the angel the night she awoke. When she saw him enter the Great Hall a plan formed in her head. She'd casually mention that nights events and see what his reactions were. Surely he'd give some emotions away...well she was right.
"That stupid git!" Ginny screamed. She was now passed sad and headed strait on to angry. "I know it was him! And to think, our lips touched." She rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand.
She didn't even watch where she was going, and suddenly found herself outside near the Quidditch Pitch. The Gryffindor team was up in the air, practicing for next weeks match. Ginny thought that watching would take her mind off the matter at hand.
"Hey Ginny!" Harry and Ron yelled from their brooms.
Ginny waved at them and watched as they flew quickly, avoiding bludgers. She was so captivated by their flying, that she hadn't thought about Draco once.
"Good practice!" Ron yelled, landing on the ground.
"Aye, aye, Cap'n!" Someone said, saluting Ron, then headed back towards the castle.
"Come on, Gin," Harry said, "The Slytherin team is going to practice now and they don't want any Gryffindors watching."
"I'll meet you guys at the castle...I'm gonna head down to the lake for a while." She replied.
Ron and Harry shrugged their shoulders, then left. Ginny could see a group of seven people coming towards the pitch. She knew it was the Slytherin's and that one of them was Draco. She wanted to confront him. She knew it was him, and she wanted him to admit it. If nothing else came from the conversation, she wanted to see him humiliated.
She hid in the stands until their practice was over. Luckily Draco hung back. They had let the snitch go for practice, but it hadn't showed up yet. Since dinner was starting, the rest of the team left Draco to retrieve it.
Ginny snuck out of the stands and was staring up at the floating Draco.
"Hey!" Ginny yelled.
Draco looked down, puzzled. When he saw Ginny he slowly descended and landed crisply beside her.
"Spying on my team, huh?" Draco sneered.
"Oh yeah, I especially need to report back to the Gryffindors how your beaters both mistook the others head for a bludger...that must have hurt."
Draco almost smiled at Ginny's quick wit...almost.
"Waddya want?" He said.
"I know it was you."
"What do you mean?" But Draco knew exactly what she meant.
"You kissed me! You're the one who woke me up, and don't lie, I remember it, you scum."
"Oh, how quickly your affections change. First I was an angel, now I'm scum?" Draco's eyebrows rose. "Fickle, thy name is Ginny Weasley."
"Don't play games with me, Malfoy!" Ginny nearly shouted. "Why'd you do it, huh? Wanted to get back at Ron? Thought you'd seduce his little sister?"
Draco made no reply.
"Tell me, dang it!"
"I just thought that I'd have a little fun."
Ginny's face grew red with anger and she raised her hand to slap him, but he caught it before it made contact.
"Let me go!" Ginny screamed, and she began hitting him with her free arm, and then kneed him.
Draco doubled over in pain, and fell to the ground. Ginny's first ennetial reaction was to laugh. It was hiliarious to see Draco, on the ground, in pain. Then she felt sort of sorry for him.
"I'm sorry...the Weasley temper." Ginny mumbled, holding her hand out to him.
Draco grasped it, and pulled himself up. He straightened himself up, then lurched his hand out towards Ginny's face, brushing it as he did. Ginny's eyes widened in fright, but then found herself wanting to feel his touch again.
"The snitch." He mumbled, holding his hand in front of Ginny's face.
"Oh."
(A/N: thanks for all your reviews ::smiles widely:: i'm a sucker for recognition, what can I say? lol. I'm glad a lot of you liked the idea. I'm a fairy tale freak and wanted to throw a dab of Grimm into the Hogwarts mix. I just wrote this chapter quickly, so forgive me if there's mispelling or not correction grammar. I'm on a time schedule here...some of you might hunt me down and kill me ::looks warily out the window::
Emilipotter, you're right, to Muggles it's Aurora, but they got her name wrong, they screw EVERYTHING up, sheesh!
Nayanya Potter, i'd like to hear your ideas on how the story should go, email me at LWANTLTFRICKSWAY@aol.com)