Disclaimer: I own not the mentioned characters; they belong to their
respective companies and creators.
Author's Notes: Gomen. I can't say this simple word enough. Anno, I finally re-read all of my stories on FF.net. They're really, really bad! _ I practically whacked myself upside the head and yelled, "Girl, what in the world were you thinking!" The spelling errors and the general flow of them are sickening to me; I feel like flinching each time I look at them.
I desperately want to revise every single story I've posted here, but I need you guys to tell me what you want me to do.
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She tentatively watched the fire crackle and burn, casting a blue light upon each and every thing inside the room. Mildly surprised and fascinated, she stretched out slim fingers to brush the dancing flames, absently wondering if they would hurt.
Another split second passed and she felt an arm slap her hand away. Hard. "Itai!" She whined, whilst Draco grasped her shoulders, shaking them.
"What in the bloody hell are you trying to do!"
Suddenly furious, she moved to push him. "Trying to touch them, baka!"
"And burn yourself?"
A certain defiance flared within the azure-depths of her eyes, and, struck with no quip, she blurted. "Yes!"
The boy before her blinked. Once. Twice. An inaudible mutter escaped his lips then, and he released his hold. "Foolish girl..."
Draco allowed himself the pleasure of a seat in one of the Satin-red armchairs that scattered the dingy Slytherin Common room. "You'd do well to go to sleep. School starts bright and early tomorrow, whether you're awake or not."
Not being one to protest (though the retorting words were drilling a hole throught her tongue), Usagi climbed the stairs to find her room, leaving Draco to lounge alone.
'Silly, nonensicle idiot. She doesn't belong in Slytherin...' over and over again, the silvery-haired boy hissed these thoughts silently, as the already weak blue fire dwindled down to embers.
He had been angry when the girl had tried to place her hand in the fire. She was stupid for not realizing it would sear her, and even more so for being a Slytherin. After an hour of picking out and cursing flaws Usagi possessed, he sighed, and became perfectly content with merely staring into oblivion.
Until...
A soft whimper invaded his line of hearing, arousing him from near-slumber. Turning, he saw a truly heart-wrenching sight. Well, what would have been a heart-wrenching sight, had he had much of a heart to wrench.
Usagi, blonde tresses strewn and tangled in disarray, stood meekly at the bottom step. The still-wet tear tracks which trailed her cheeks appeared to almost glisten in the dimness of the room.
Draco bit back a sneering remark, and his eyes widened considerably upon feeling her skinny arms throw themselved around his neck, and a mop of golden hair bury itself against his chest.
'Wha--?'
The wracking sobs ensued immediately, and the boy (yet could muster no explanation as to WHY) simply let her, awkwardly voicing things of semi- comfort. A full twenty minutes lapsed, before Usagi's sorrowful cries subsided, replaced with tiny sniffles and hiccups.
By then, Draco had searched the folds of his robes and retrieved his wand, deciding to rekindle the fire (only after concluding that the reason was for better lighting, and definitely not to soothe the girl currently wrapped in his embrace).
She smiled lightly, a faint blush staining her face. "Gomen, Draco-kun, demo, I-I had a nightmare and I didn't know who e-else to come to." The last part sounded rushed.
Draco's hard eyes shifted, relaying a strange emotion. Before he was able to stop himself, the sentence slipped. "Tell me what your nightmare was about."
He had been curious as to why she would cry and puzzled it; but then again, he had predicted it was just a girly stage, where females weeped and spilled foolish emotions at random.
Usagi looked taken aback, and then a forlorn shadow crept over her eyes. "You-you really want to know?"
He didn't fancy how she had abruptly turned so childish, and an irritating feeling swelled, his frown deepening. "If I hadn't, I wouldn't have asked." He snapped, eyes hard.
The insult seemed not to faze her, and she smiled shakily. "Anno...I-I was somewhere in th-this dream, and I saw...this fi-figure."
Draco didn't press the subject, and she proceeded, pausing every once in a while, as if finding the right words. "The figure was scary, al-almost evil, and I knew it in my dream. I r-recognized who it was. I wa-wasn't myself, either. The...figure was controlling me, I-I couldn't move and..."
He watched as she swallowed the lump in her throat, a few stray tears coming to drip from her chin. "...and I did...bad things."
Draco glared darkly at her, and hissed, "What kind of bad things?" The grip he had tightened almost painfully, and Usagi saw his eyes narrow while fresh tears pricked her own. "I-I..."
"Well?"
"I tr-tried to ki-kill someone!"
"What?"
He was startled, but covered it with a nasty smirk. "Guess you're not so goody-goody after all, eh?"
The girl once more flung her arms about him and sobbed; he could feel the tears absorbing into the fabric of his robes. But he somehow didn't pay as much mind to it as he would have had he not been so terribly interested in her earlier statement.
Glancing down for a brief moment, the boy couldn't imagine a girl such as this trying to hurt a single living thing, let alone *kill* a person.
"Why is this happening to me?" she choked out.
His mouth formed a distinct smirk. "Well, if I had the answer to that, chibi tenshi, I probably would have told you already."
She upturned her head, not knowing he had heard, a gorgeous pink hue tinting her entire face at the nickname. "N-nani? I-I didn't know you...you spoke japanese."
The smirk spread, a spiteful glint touching his eyes. In a voice that seemed overly smug and superior, he supplied, "Granger isn't the only language expert. Her and that blasted Potter and Weasley don't know a bloody thing about me."
"Potter? Granger and Weasley?" she queried, curious.
"All budbloods, except for Weasley, and he would have been better off if he had never graced the wizarding world with his annoying presence."
He shot the girl a scrutinizing glare, much like the one he had given her upon their first meeting; the glare quickly turned into another smirk, however. "I have yet to figure you out, chibi tenshi, and I think I'm going to have a lot of fun in the process."
With that, he captured her lips in a kiss, sending the girl into a wave of pure shock. He felt her squirm a little, but she stopped when he deepened it, and even (if he wasn't imagining things) responded.
The reaction made him sort of satisfied, and he found that he was enjoying the kiss more than he should have been.
Pulling away, his face firmed, and he wanted to block the strange feeling heating his cheeks. Thankfully, the light in the room was blue, and the flush not conspicuous.
"Dr-draco-kun?" Her blue eyes, even in the darkened common room, were big and innocent.
"What?"
"N-nothing.." she murmered, lowering her head in embarrassment. He patted himself on the back inwardly, and smirked, knowing he had successfully snagged the petite blonde girl. For good.
"I-I'm...I mean, I should be...heading to bed now." She carefully removed herself from Malfoy's lap, utterly flustered and dazed. "Er...good...night, Draco-chan!" She blurted, hurriedly re-climbing the stone steps to her room.
Draco stood from his chair and observed the girl go. Then, without one more word, he retreated to his own room, smiling an almost...content smile. Albeit semi-sadistic and smug, yet content nonetheless.
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Author's Notes: Er...romance ahead, and I promise the next chapter will come out within a week or so. PROMISE! I don't expect reviews, and I won't ask for them because I don't deserve them. I simply want to make this fic good, better than any of the others I've written. _O;;;
Author's Notes: Gomen. I can't say this simple word enough. Anno, I finally re-read all of my stories on FF.net. They're really, really bad! _ I practically whacked myself upside the head and yelled, "Girl, what in the world were you thinking!" The spelling errors and the general flow of them are sickening to me; I feel like flinching each time I look at them.
I desperately want to revise every single story I've posted here, but I need you guys to tell me what you want me to do.
***
She tentatively watched the fire crackle and burn, casting a blue light upon each and every thing inside the room. Mildly surprised and fascinated, she stretched out slim fingers to brush the dancing flames, absently wondering if they would hurt.
Another split second passed and she felt an arm slap her hand away. Hard. "Itai!" She whined, whilst Draco grasped her shoulders, shaking them.
"What in the bloody hell are you trying to do!"
Suddenly furious, she moved to push him. "Trying to touch them, baka!"
"And burn yourself?"
A certain defiance flared within the azure-depths of her eyes, and, struck with no quip, she blurted. "Yes!"
The boy before her blinked. Once. Twice. An inaudible mutter escaped his lips then, and he released his hold. "Foolish girl..."
Draco allowed himself the pleasure of a seat in one of the Satin-red armchairs that scattered the dingy Slytherin Common room. "You'd do well to go to sleep. School starts bright and early tomorrow, whether you're awake or not."
Not being one to protest (though the retorting words were drilling a hole throught her tongue), Usagi climbed the stairs to find her room, leaving Draco to lounge alone.
'Silly, nonensicle idiot. She doesn't belong in Slytherin...' over and over again, the silvery-haired boy hissed these thoughts silently, as the already weak blue fire dwindled down to embers.
He had been angry when the girl had tried to place her hand in the fire. She was stupid for not realizing it would sear her, and even more so for being a Slytherin. After an hour of picking out and cursing flaws Usagi possessed, he sighed, and became perfectly content with merely staring into oblivion.
Until...
A soft whimper invaded his line of hearing, arousing him from near-slumber. Turning, he saw a truly heart-wrenching sight. Well, what would have been a heart-wrenching sight, had he had much of a heart to wrench.
Usagi, blonde tresses strewn and tangled in disarray, stood meekly at the bottom step. The still-wet tear tracks which trailed her cheeks appeared to almost glisten in the dimness of the room.
Draco bit back a sneering remark, and his eyes widened considerably upon feeling her skinny arms throw themselved around his neck, and a mop of golden hair bury itself against his chest.
'Wha--?'
The wracking sobs ensued immediately, and the boy (yet could muster no explanation as to WHY) simply let her, awkwardly voicing things of semi- comfort. A full twenty minutes lapsed, before Usagi's sorrowful cries subsided, replaced with tiny sniffles and hiccups.
By then, Draco had searched the folds of his robes and retrieved his wand, deciding to rekindle the fire (only after concluding that the reason was for better lighting, and definitely not to soothe the girl currently wrapped in his embrace).
She smiled lightly, a faint blush staining her face. "Gomen, Draco-kun, demo, I-I had a nightmare and I didn't know who e-else to come to." The last part sounded rushed.
Draco's hard eyes shifted, relaying a strange emotion. Before he was able to stop himself, the sentence slipped. "Tell me what your nightmare was about."
He had been curious as to why she would cry and puzzled it; but then again, he had predicted it was just a girly stage, where females weeped and spilled foolish emotions at random.
Usagi looked taken aback, and then a forlorn shadow crept over her eyes. "You-you really want to know?"
He didn't fancy how she had abruptly turned so childish, and an irritating feeling swelled, his frown deepening. "If I hadn't, I wouldn't have asked." He snapped, eyes hard.
The insult seemed not to faze her, and she smiled shakily. "Anno...I-I was somewhere in th-this dream, and I saw...this fi-figure."
Draco didn't press the subject, and she proceeded, pausing every once in a while, as if finding the right words. "The figure was scary, al-almost evil, and I knew it in my dream. I r-recognized who it was. I wa-wasn't myself, either. The...figure was controlling me, I-I couldn't move and..."
He watched as she swallowed the lump in her throat, a few stray tears coming to drip from her chin. "...and I did...bad things."
Draco glared darkly at her, and hissed, "What kind of bad things?" The grip he had tightened almost painfully, and Usagi saw his eyes narrow while fresh tears pricked her own. "I-I..."
"Well?"
"I tr-tried to ki-kill someone!"
"What?"
He was startled, but covered it with a nasty smirk. "Guess you're not so goody-goody after all, eh?"
The girl once more flung her arms about him and sobbed; he could feel the tears absorbing into the fabric of his robes. But he somehow didn't pay as much mind to it as he would have had he not been so terribly interested in her earlier statement.
Glancing down for a brief moment, the boy couldn't imagine a girl such as this trying to hurt a single living thing, let alone *kill* a person.
"Why is this happening to me?" she choked out.
His mouth formed a distinct smirk. "Well, if I had the answer to that, chibi tenshi, I probably would have told you already."
She upturned her head, not knowing he had heard, a gorgeous pink hue tinting her entire face at the nickname. "N-nani? I-I didn't know you...you spoke japanese."
The smirk spread, a spiteful glint touching his eyes. In a voice that seemed overly smug and superior, he supplied, "Granger isn't the only language expert. Her and that blasted Potter and Weasley don't know a bloody thing about me."
"Potter? Granger and Weasley?" she queried, curious.
"All budbloods, except for Weasley, and he would have been better off if he had never graced the wizarding world with his annoying presence."
He shot the girl a scrutinizing glare, much like the one he had given her upon their first meeting; the glare quickly turned into another smirk, however. "I have yet to figure you out, chibi tenshi, and I think I'm going to have a lot of fun in the process."
With that, he captured her lips in a kiss, sending the girl into a wave of pure shock. He felt her squirm a little, but she stopped when he deepened it, and even (if he wasn't imagining things) responded.
The reaction made him sort of satisfied, and he found that he was enjoying the kiss more than he should have been.
Pulling away, his face firmed, and he wanted to block the strange feeling heating his cheeks. Thankfully, the light in the room was blue, and the flush not conspicuous.
"Dr-draco-kun?" Her blue eyes, even in the darkened common room, were big and innocent.
"What?"
"N-nothing.." she murmered, lowering her head in embarrassment. He patted himself on the back inwardly, and smirked, knowing he had successfully snagged the petite blonde girl. For good.
"I-I'm...I mean, I should be...heading to bed now." She carefully removed herself from Malfoy's lap, utterly flustered and dazed. "Er...good...night, Draco-chan!" She blurted, hurriedly re-climbing the stone steps to her room.
Draco stood from his chair and observed the girl go. Then, without one more word, he retreated to his own room, smiling an almost...content smile. Albeit semi-sadistic and smug, yet content nonetheless.
***
Author's Notes: Er...romance ahead, and I promise the next chapter will come out within a week or so. PROMISE! I don't expect reviews, and I won't ask for them because I don't deserve them. I simply want to make this fic good, better than any of the others I've written. _O;;;
