A/N: I decided to create a second chapter and continue the story…obviously
since you are here reading this chapter. I would just like to say that the
continuation of this story might not have been possible if it had not been
for Cyn James. She helped me with the plot and is beta-reading this to keep
me in-line so that I don't wander off the road this plot follows. I hope you
like it. Please review!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. It all belongs to
a goddess named J.K. Rowling's. The title of the fic P.S. I Love You belongs
to the Beatles.
Chapter 2:
Both Draco and Ginny brooded for a week. The tension was growing between
them…well need I say more? It WAS growing. They passed each other in the
hall and cast death glares at each other. The Gryffindor's noticed the
difference in Ginny, yet the Slytherin's didn't detect the difference in
Draco…well maybe that's because there wasn't one. The girls in Ginny's dorm
noticed that she spent more time lying on her bed frowning up at the
ceiling. What was going on?
Then one day as Ginny was walking out of the Great Hall see noticed a
bunch
of 2nd years giggling and pointing at a piece of parchment that was on the
wall. Her heart sped. She knew that it was something of Draco's doing. It
had to be…right?
She walked over there like a storm knocking some very confused 2nd years
out of her way. She ripped the paper off of the wall and ran back to her
dormitory and ran into someone in the process. It was like a déjà vu of what
happened in the library a week ago, she tried to keep herself from falling
but ended up clutching robes and pulling this person down with her.
"Oof." She pulled herself up and rubbed her now throbbing behind. This
time, instead of running into Draco she ran into Harry.
"I'm really sorry Ginny. I guess I was in a hurry." He was so courteous,
unlike a certain Malfoy…oh wait, all Malfoys.
"That's okay Harry." Ginny walked off. Leaving Harry standing there
staring
after her. But she didn't care. She wanted to read the parchment, any other
time she would have stayed and basked in Harry's attention as long as
possible. But this time there were more pressing matters on hand.
She flopped over onto her bed and started reading:
Dear Mystery Woman,
Girls flock to me do they? I bet you would know. You described the girls
that did as 'gits'. Therefore you must be one too. Although I would have to
admit I find myself rather charming. I'm not at all surprised that girls
'flock' to me. Who wouldn't? I've even seen some bloody guys looking my way.
And that is scary. But let's not get into that. So you think that I have a
mysterious aura? Ha ha, what are you? A Divination freak? Do you believe in
auras? Like I said you must be a bloody freak. Until, your pen touches paper
again, I bid you a lordly farewell…considering, I am much more lordly than
you'll ever be.
Never Yours,
Mystery Man
P.S. I hate you.
Ginny snorted and tried throwing the piece of parchment across the room.
That failed, the parchment merely floated back to her hitting her in the
forehead. She groaned out of frustration. What was she going to do now? Had
Draco messed up? He didn't put any names in his letter. Weird. What was
going on?'Well, thought Ginny, two can play at this game. She dug through
her bag and found a clean piece of parchment and a quill and set to writing
a new letter.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Draco was coming out of the Great Hall after dinner and saw a group of
Hufflepuff girls giggling near a piece of parchment. He smirked to himself.
Ginny must be fuming. Then he heard something that caught his attention.
"Yeah, the Mystery Woman has replied. Can you believe it? The whole
school
is talking about it. It's the hottest thing since the Yule Ball for the
Triwizard Tournament." One girl whispered to another. Ginny had replied?
"Really? I wonder who they are…these Mystery people I mean. And why are
they writing letters like this? Posting them for the whole school to see!"
"Maybe it's something that the teachers are doing," someone suggested.
"Nah, I don't think so. They wouldn't use words like 'bloody' and
'bastard'."
"She called him a bastard?!"
"Yeah, they sort of sound like little kids fighting, only more intellectual,
or something like that. Mature?"
"Oh?" Draco couldn't take anymore of it. He sped through the crowd of
girls, making them jump out of his way so that they wouldn't be knocked
over. He tore the parchment off the wall and headed for the library to read
the letter in quiet, away from the gossipy girls.
He found a seat in the back of the library hidden by bookshelves, away
from
every one else. As he was walking through he heard and group of Ravenclaws
talking about the letters. News was traveling fast. He started reading:
Dear Mystery Man,
I'm glad that you think so highly of yourself because I don't think that
anyone else will after reading your letter. I don't know why you acted like
such a conceited bastard. Then again maybe I do, just because that's the
type of person you are. I don't know what I thought I saw in you but I
must've been high when I decided that you were something. High, or just
feeling sick. You aren't a likeable person. Any girl you 'flocks' to you
should be sent to St. Mungo's, and I think that you should make a date with
your mirror because you won't be getting a real one for a long time. Now
Mister Mystery Man, I think that you should get off of your high horse and
try to think of something good to say that doesn't have to do with the way
you look, if that's possible for you, which I seriously doubt. You'll just
have to try really really hard. That's all I have to say to your undeserving
person.
Unconceitedly,
Mystery Woman
P.S. I hate you more.
Draco folded up the letter and stuck it in a pocket. Was that the best
that
she could do? This school had better get ready for the broadcasted in letter
format soap-opera that was about to start it's first Award-Winning premiere
at Hogwarts.
A/N: What do you think. Good…bad? Bloody good? (I'm not British so don't sue
me if I over-use the word). Please leave a review. The more I get the sooner
I post.
since you are here reading this chapter. I would just like to say that the
continuation of this story might not have been possible if it had not been
for Cyn James. She helped me with the plot and is beta-reading this to keep
me in-line so that I don't wander off the road this plot follows. I hope you
like it. Please review!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. It all belongs to
a goddess named J.K. Rowling's. The title of the fic P.S. I Love You belongs
to the Beatles.
Chapter 2:
Both Draco and Ginny brooded for a week. The tension was growing between
them…well need I say more? It WAS growing. They passed each other in the
hall and cast death glares at each other. The Gryffindor's noticed the
difference in Ginny, yet the Slytherin's didn't detect the difference in
Draco…well maybe that's because there wasn't one. The girls in Ginny's dorm
noticed that she spent more time lying on her bed frowning up at the
ceiling. What was going on?
Then one day as Ginny was walking out of the Great Hall see noticed a
bunch
of 2nd years giggling and pointing at a piece of parchment that was on the
wall. Her heart sped. She knew that it was something of Draco's doing. It
had to be…right?
She walked over there like a storm knocking some very confused 2nd years
out of her way. She ripped the paper off of the wall and ran back to her
dormitory and ran into someone in the process. It was like a déjà vu of what
happened in the library a week ago, she tried to keep herself from falling
but ended up clutching robes and pulling this person down with her.
"Oof." She pulled herself up and rubbed her now throbbing behind. This
time, instead of running into Draco she ran into Harry.
"I'm really sorry Ginny. I guess I was in a hurry." He was so courteous,
unlike a certain Malfoy…oh wait, all Malfoys.
"That's okay Harry." Ginny walked off. Leaving Harry standing there
staring
after her. But she didn't care. She wanted to read the parchment, any other
time she would have stayed and basked in Harry's attention as long as
possible. But this time there were more pressing matters on hand.
She flopped over onto her bed and started reading:
Dear Mystery Woman,
Girls flock to me do they? I bet you would know. You described the girls
that did as 'gits'. Therefore you must be one too. Although I would have to
admit I find myself rather charming. I'm not at all surprised that girls
'flock' to me. Who wouldn't? I've even seen some bloody guys looking my way.
And that is scary. But let's not get into that. So you think that I have a
mysterious aura? Ha ha, what are you? A Divination freak? Do you believe in
auras? Like I said you must be a bloody freak. Until, your pen touches paper
again, I bid you a lordly farewell…considering, I am much more lordly than
you'll ever be.
Never Yours,
Mystery Man
P.S. I hate you.
Ginny snorted and tried throwing the piece of parchment across the room.
That failed, the parchment merely floated back to her hitting her in the
forehead. She groaned out of frustration. What was she going to do now? Had
Draco messed up? He didn't put any names in his letter. Weird. What was
going on?'Well, thought Ginny, two can play at this game. She dug through
her bag and found a clean piece of parchment and a quill and set to writing
a new letter.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Draco was coming out of the Great Hall after dinner and saw a group of
Hufflepuff girls giggling near a piece of parchment. He smirked to himself.
Ginny must be fuming. Then he heard something that caught his attention.
"Yeah, the Mystery Woman has replied. Can you believe it? The whole
school
is talking about it. It's the hottest thing since the Yule Ball for the
Triwizard Tournament." One girl whispered to another. Ginny had replied?
"Really? I wonder who they are…these Mystery people I mean. And why are
they writing letters like this? Posting them for the whole school to see!"
"Maybe it's something that the teachers are doing," someone suggested.
"Nah, I don't think so. They wouldn't use words like 'bloody' and
'bastard'."
"She called him a bastard?!"
"Yeah, they sort of sound like little kids fighting, only more intellectual,
or something like that. Mature?"
"Oh?" Draco couldn't take anymore of it. He sped through the crowd of
girls, making them jump out of his way so that they wouldn't be knocked
over. He tore the parchment off the wall and headed for the library to read
the letter in quiet, away from the gossipy girls.
He found a seat in the back of the library hidden by bookshelves, away
from
every one else. As he was walking through he heard and group of Ravenclaws
talking about the letters. News was traveling fast. He started reading:
Dear Mystery Man,
I'm glad that you think so highly of yourself because I don't think that
anyone else will after reading your letter. I don't know why you acted like
such a conceited bastard. Then again maybe I do, just because that's the
type of person you are. I don't know what I thought I saw in you but I
must've been high when I decided that you were something. High, or just
feeling sick. You aren't a likeable person. Any girl you 'flocks' to you
should be sent to St. Mungo's, and I think that you should make a date with
your mirror because you won't be getting a real one for a long time. Now
Mister Mystery Man, I think that you should get off of your high horse and
try to think of something good to say that doesn't have to do with the way
you look, if that's possible for you, which I seriously doubt. You'll just
have to try really really hard. That's all I have to say to your undeserving
person.
Unconceitedly,
Mystery Woman
P.S. I hate you more.
Draco folded up the letter and stuck it in a pocket. Was that the best
that
she could do? This school had better get ready for the broadcasted in letter
format soap-opera that was about to start it's first Award-Winning premiere
at Hogwarts.
A/N: What do you think. Good…bad? Bloody good? (I'm not British so don't sue
me if I over-use the word). Please leave a review. The more I get the sooner
I post.
